Chapter 2647: Team Up for a Gaming Session

"Xue Lun Tian Zhu, activate."

With Ye Chen's resolute words, his right eye's Xue Lun Yan glowed brightly, the blood wheel mark in his pupil spinning rapidly and generating a mysterious force. An invisible aura spread out from his right eye as its center.

That was Xue Lun Tian Zhu—formless and intangible.

"Try to run, if you can."

Ye Chen snorted coldly. Seeing that the Zhu Xian Jian had withdrawn its curse, he traced it back along the curse's power, piercing through the hazy void to reach its source.

Through the misty clouds, deep within the haze, he seemed to glimpse an immortal sword—a seven-colored Zhu Xian Jian, suspended in emptiness, buzzing and trembling.

It was the Zhu Xian Jian, its seven-colored immortal light dimmed. It appeared that in this invisible assault, it had sacrificed much of its essence and suffered severe damage.

Having traced it to the source, Ye Chen perked up instantly. His curse power transformed into an invisible curse immortal sword, enhanced with Di Yun and Lunhui Zhili, and he slashed it forward in one strike.

Clang!

In the void, a metallic collision echoed. The curse immortal sword struck the Zhu Xian Jian, sparking bright flashes across its blade.

This strike was an invisible attack, yet incredibly domineering, empowered by imperial might and Lunhui Zhili, making its force extraordinarily strong.

What was more, the Zhu Xian Jian was already weakened, and now it took another hit. Its already faint seven-colored immortal light nearly extinguished on the spot.

Buzz!

The Zhu Xian Jian buzzed and sacrificed more of its essence, coating its blade with a layer of seven-colored immortal light infused with strange power, which actually blocked Ye Chen's tracing.

"Try to escape."

A cold shout rang out again, but it didn't come from Ye Chen—it came from Zaohua Shenwang and Fuxi Renwang. As Ye Chen launched his assault, exposing the Zhu Xian Jian's vulnerabilities, they seized the opportunity and traced it back to the source as well.

Zing!

A sword cry echoed, and another invisible immortal sword emerged, fused with Zhou Tian power and Zaohua power—it was the Zhou Tian Zaohua Shenjian, which struck the Zhu Xian Jian.

Clang!

Another sharp metallic sound rang out. The Zhu Xian Jian suffered another heavy blow; the seven-colored light that had just enveloped it shattered and cracked. The sword, which had been floating, was sent flying, collapsing a swath of void.

"Nicely done."

Ye Chen cheered. It was as if he could see the curse divine sword striking again; as soon as the Zhu Xian Jian steadied itself, it was knocked flying once more. The invisible attacks were overwhelmingly powerful.

"You're not bad yourself."

Fuxi Renwang laughed and, teaming up with Zaohua Shenwang, unleashed another sword strike. Before the Zhu Xian Jian could stabilize, it was sent tumbling again, its dim seven-colored light on the verge of total extinction.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Zhu Xian Jian buzzed incessantly, whether in anger or resentment—it was furious at being attacked and unwilling to be so helpless in its weakened state, unable to counterattack. Yet, it couldn't shake off that invisible force no matter what.

"I'll chop you to pieces."

"Run, keep running if you can?"

In the hidden void, Ye Chen's shouts were loud and boisterous, and Fuxi Renwang and Zaohua Shenwang were just as vocal, slashing and cursing all the way. Their scolding was refreshingly cathartic.

Their coordination was remarkably seamless—one slashed while the other followed, with one attacking from the Heavenly Realm and the other from the Human Realm, battling across the void. There was no end to their ferocity; they struck with increasing intensity, leaving the Zhu Xian Jian unable to even stand steady.

Clang! Bang! Crash! Zing!

These metallic collision sounds were crisp and delightful, occurring one after another.

Each sound meant another wound for the Zhu Xian Jian. Its seven-colored immortal light had already faded away, and it was injured beyond measure. If not for the incredibly durable material it was forged from, it likely would have been shattered.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Watching this scene, the Ming Emperor of the Ming Realm sighed endlessly.

He was the only spectator, standing with his hands behind his back at the peak of Ming Realm Mountain. Since the day the forbidden zone stirred, this was his first time seeing the Zhu Xian Jian, and it was being utterly demolished by Ye Chen and his allies. Just watching made his heart race with satisfaction, and he felt an urge to join in with a cross-realm strike.

This wasn't Ye Chen's fault—they couldn't be blamed. If anyone was at fault, it was the Zhu Xian Jian for being so restless. It should have stayed put, but no, it had to seek trouble. Now look what happened.

"It's getting away, keep it in sight!"

"You idiot, aim properly before you strike—what are you swinging at?"

"Get lost—where are you even chopping?"

In the invisible void, things remained lively. Ye Chen and his companions didn't just fight fiercely; they cursed with gusto too. Teaming up across realms for this black ops, they never stopped talking, shouting and swearing nonstop.

As for the Zhu Xian Jian, "miserable" didn't even begin to describe it.

To put it bluntly, ever since Fuxi Renwang and Zaohua Shenwang joined the fight, it hadn't stayed upright once, sent flying chaotically by the two invisible immortal swords.

And it could hear their cursing loud and clear, which only fueled its rage. What a bunch of shameless bastards—here I am, getting beaten this badly, and you want to curse me out too?

"Di Huang, your people are far more accomplished than you."

The Ming Emperor took a deep breath, his words full of meaning. He mentally captured the scene, planning to share it with Di Huang when he returned, so they could laugh together and throw in some mockery. It sounded like a great idea.

After all, even emperors needed their simple pleasures.

"What's there to stare at? Keep fighting!"

"Don't move—let me handle this."

The boisterous shouts continued, loud as ever. The three of them were fired up, each thinking they were unstoppable, convinced their opponent was just too weak.

At the base of Huashan Mountain, the Huashan Zhenren's expression was quite amusing. He hadn't left; he just stood there, listening to Ye Chen's racket inside. Anyone unaware might think he was arguing with someone.

In the Tianxuan Gate's underground palace, the sight was equally entertaining. A group of Tianxuan Gate elders stood in a neat circle around Fuxi Renwang and Zaohua Shenwang. Though the two were sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, their cursing was deafening. Uninformed onlookers might assume they were talking in their sleep.

As for Sheng Zun, Di Ji, Huang Zhe, and Shen Jiang, they had already left Tianxuan Gate, heading straight for the Zhu Xian Jian to lend a hand.

Clang!

Amid the shouts, the Zhu Xian Jian was struck and sent flying again.

This time, it flew far, like a streak of light crashing into a desolate ancient star, shattering it with a tremendous boom.

Amid the scattering debris, the Zhu Xian Jian shot out, though gravely wounded, it moved with surprising speed, like a divine rainbow streaking across the vast starry sky, fleeing in utter disarray.

The scene was like Ye Chen and his companions piloting fighter jets, fully locked on and chasing it down.

But its escape was futile. Whether it was Ye Chen, or Fuxi Renwang and Zaohua Shenwang, they had it locked in their sights. Even if it fled to the edge of the universe, it couldn't evade their invisible assaults.

Boom! Rumble!

Accompanied by thunderous roars, another ancient star was crushed by the Zhu Xian Jian as it was flung away.

Zing!

A sword cry rang out as the Zhu Xian Jian burst forth again.

However, before it could escape, a sword beam came hurtling from the front, hitting it directly and sending it flying once more. As it tried to steady itself, a blade beam descended from the heavens, striking with a resounding clang. Before it could recover, a divine mirror smashed down from above, carrying destructive imperial might and immense power.

Indeed, the experts from Da Chu had arrived.

Sheng Zun was the fastest, charging ahead, while other quasi-emperors like Shen Jiang and Huang Zhe weren't idle either, surrounding it from all sides. Many of them wielded ultimate Dao emperor weapons, holding back their pent-up fury and aiming to vent it on the Zhu Xian Jian. There was no holding back—they only grew more ferocious.

Clang! Crash! Bang! Zing!

These sounds became even more frequent: invisible attacks from Ye Chen, and from Fuxi Renwang and Zaohua Shenwang in the shadows.

On the surface, the experts from Da Chu were fighting with all their might. They rarely got a chance to find the Zhu Xian Jian, and now that they had, they hammered it relentlessly.

As for the Zhu Xian Jian, even the Ming Emperor couldn't bear to watch anymore.

His sighs were filled with emotion.

Looking back to ancient times, that seven-colored sword could slay great emperors in an instant. Who would have thought that eons later, it would be chased and beaten by a group of quasi-emperors? One could only imagine how desolate its state of mind must be.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky was ablaze with battle. A large group of peak quasi-emperors, many armed with emperor weapons, made for an spectacle. They pursued the Zhu Xian Jian across vast stretches of stars and domains, with roars echoing everywhere, star domains collapsing, and stars exploding one after another.

Such massive commotion was impossible to ignore. Numerous forces were alarmed, with their ancestors emerging to investigate. Upon seeing it, they were all shocked.

"Zhu Xian Jian?"

"No wonder they're from Da Chu—their methods are top-notch. They actually tracked it down."

"Don't just watch—join the fight."

Many had arrived, and upon seeing the Zhu Xian Jian, they didn't waste words—they dove straight into the battle, charging forward relentlessly. The numbers swelled, and as the Zhu Xian Jian fled, it was suddenly overwhelmed, with figures filling the starry sky.

On the Xuan Huang Continent, the Five Great Heavenly Kings had all left their forbidden zones.

On the You Ming Continent, the You Ming Shengzhu had also come to join the fight.

Beyond that, hidden elders from various sects jumped into the fray one by one. This grand assembly wasn't for clashing with the Hong Huang, but for exterminating the Zhu Xian Jian—that damned sword had brought too much calamity upon itself.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

While the battle raged here, the Scattered Immortal Realm was just as chaotic.

Shura Tianzun and Jiang Taigong had clashed for over eight hundred rounds. Although Jiang Taigong was at a disadvantage, he held on with the support of his emperor weapon, the Divine Whip, managing to endure this long.

In contrast, Shura Tianzun remained ferocious, attacking relentlessly without defense, driving Jiang Taigong from the eastern skies all the way to the western haze. So what if he had an emperor weapon? If it couldn't unleash its full power, it was useless.

"Truly fierce."

The Niu Mo Wang chugged a mouthful of wine, muttering about how savage it was—his throat was parched from all the cursing.

Like him, many great demons and devils were wetting their throats. If the Heavenly Court still wouldn't back down, they'd keep cursing until they submitted.

In reality, they didn't need to curse anymore—the heavenly soldiers and generals had already quieted down. Seeing Jiang Taigong completely overpowered, their morale plummeted. He was the Heavenly Court's ancient divine being, after all—how could he be getting crushed like this?

"Just wait! Jiang Taigong's true form will appear."

The Xian Jun sneered, and as they spoke, they couldn't help but glance at the other side, their eyes full of provocation.

But that glance sparked trouble—the cursing erupted again, swelling like a tidal wave. The great demons and devils banded together, cursing so fiercely that the Xian Jun could barely stand, their heads buzzing. If they didn't get cursed a bit, they clearly wouldn't learn their lesson.

"Someone's falling."

No one knew who said it, but it drew everyone's gaze to the vast sky.

There, a divine light plummeted from the heavens like a meteor, its glow fading as it fell and losing its immortal aura.

It was Jiang Taigong—his illusory Dao soul had become completely transparent. Under the watchful eyes of all, it dissipated into nothingness, utterly vanishing in the hazy void.