Chapter 2659: God's Slaughter

"Arrogant."

Hui Mie Xian Zun roared in fury, gripping the Ji Dao Di Qi, and smashed it down from the sky. This was an emperor weapon specialized for attacking the primordial spirit, capable of destroying heaven and earth. With one strike, the immortal dome shattered completely.

Ye Chen did not retreat but advanced, enveloping the Ding Hai Shen Zhen with emperor essence, engraving it with Hun Dun Dao Ze, and empowering it with Bu Si Bu Mie power. He swung the staff in a heaven-defying arc.

Boom!

The collision of the iron whip and iron staff produced a sharp, ringing sound, sparking brilliant flames. A layer of dark aura spread infinitely from that point, extending across the four seas and eight wastelands. Everywhere it went, space collapsed. Countless Xian Zun standing in the void were sent flying, and an unknown number of heavenly soldiers and generals were instantly destroyed, body and soul.

Looking at the two combatants, Hui Mie Xian Zun was sent tumbling through the air, suffering from emperor dao backlash. His hand bones and arm exploded, scattering bone fragments across the sky.

Ye Chen, however, stood firm without moving. The bones in his hand that gripped the staff had cracked, but under the state of Bu Si Bu Shang, they regenerated instantly, leaving no trace of injury.

Gulp!

The immortals swallowed hard, their hearts pounding. Even a fool could see who had the upper hand in that direct clash. A veteran Xian Zun, a genuine peak quasi-emperor wielding a Ji Dao Di Qi, had been outmatched by an eighth-heaven quasi-emperor.

"Good, very good."

Hui Mie Tian Zun stepped back into the sky, merging the God-Smiting Whip into his body. The divine power of the emperor weapon flowed into his origin and dao roots, permeating his limbs, bones, internal organs, meridians, and primordial spirit. The dazzling emperor dao divine light was so overwhelming that it forced onlookers to shut their eyes.

Ye Chen ignored it and charged straight toward Yin Ming.

"Stop him! Stop him for me!"

Yin Ming stumbled backward, shoving the Xian Zun at his side one after another. With no one blocking in front, he felt utterly unsafe. He would have pushed even the Jade Emperor if he were there.

No need for his command—Hui Mie Xian Zun was already advancing.

Having merged with the emperor weapon, his momentum reached its peak again. He summoned a vast immortal sea, surging and rolling, vast enough to blot out the sky. It pressed down with earth-shattering force, a sea specifically targeting the primordial spirit, aiming to devour Ye Chen's true body.

Roar!

A dragon's roar echoed suddenly as Ye Chen transformed into a true dragon, soaring out of the immortal sea. With a staff swing that dominated heaven and earth, he sent Hui Mie Xian Zun flying. Without the protection of the Ji Dao Di Qi, that single strike would have obliterated his lifebound physical form.

"Kill!"

Hui Mie Xian Zun bellowed in anger, blocking Ye Chen's path once more. It wasn't out of loyalty to Yin Ming—he simply refused to believe that, as a peak quasi-emperor with a Ji Dao Di Qi, he couldn't defeat an eighth-heaven opponent.

His eyes gleamed with golden light, firing two bolts of lightning infused with emperor dao might, specifically to sever the primordial spirit. They pierced through the cosmos, their destructive power capable of annihilating heaven and earth.

Ye Chen did not dodge but met it head-on with his bloodline limit. In an instant, he closed in, raising his hand for another staff strike that sent Hui Mie Xian Zun tumbling again. Even with the emperor weapon's protection, he was left battered and bloody, nearly exploding on the spot.

Hui Mie Xian Zun had the emperor weapon, true enough, but Ye Chen had emperor essence. What wounded the Xian Zun was Ye Chen himself, while what severely injured him was the emperor dao essence.

"I don't believe it."

Hui Mie Xian Zun's eyes turned blood-red, his hair disheveled as he charged forward. He blood-sacrificed his origin, pushing the emperor dao divine weapon to its limits, reviving its destructive divine power once more.

Whether he believed it or not, Ye Chen had no interest. He still gripped the Ling Xiao iron staff and advanced toward Yin Ming, his steps neither hurried nor slow, as if treading on the very fabric of the universe.

"Suppress!"

Hui Mie Xian Zun arrived, embracing yin and yang to form a colossal mountain that loomed overhead, crushing the vast sky. It could instantly grind a veteran Xian Zun to dust.

Buzz!

Ye Chen lifted his iron staff and thrust it skyward, piercing straight from the mountain base to its peak. It made Hui Mie Xian Zun stagger, and before he could steady himself, he was sent flying by another staff strike.

Boom!

At a distance of ten thousand zhang, Hui Mie Xian Zun barely halted, stomping the sky into collapse. His old eyes burned even redder as a crack formed on his forehead, opening a third eye. This eye was pitch-black, not a special pupil but a destructive secret art woven with mysterious power, firing dark immortal light that targeted the dao roots.

Ye Chen casually wiped it away, his own black-hole eyes shooting black light enhanced with emperor essence. Across the vast sky, it pierced Hui Mie Xian Zun, destroying his third eye and causing fresh blood to spray.

"Kill!"

Hui Mie Xian Zun ignored his wounds and charged through the air, unleashing his lifebound vision. He cultivated the path of destruction, so his vision carried that essence—a vast realm with lightning flashing above and lava flowing below, filled with annihilating immortal light. Merely glimpsing it caused one's eyes to bleed, unable to withstand the destructive glory.

Ye Chen stepped forward, entering the realm of destruction.

Boom!

The realm shook violently, collapsing under his foot. Hui Mie Xian Zun, trapped inside, spat blood and was flung out. With his vision destroyed, the backlash was devastating, causing his old body to explode repeatedly.

This scene made the Heavenly Court tremble.

It truly lived up to Ye Chen's earlier words—Hui Mie Xian Zun of the Heavenly Court was a joke. A peak quasi-emperor wielding an emperor dao divine weapon was repeatedly defeated by a newly advanced eighth-heaven opponent.

It wasn't that Hui Mie Xian Zun was weak; it was that Ye Chen was too strong. His five steps through five heavens represented five transformations, not just in dao but also in combat power and mindset.

In that instant, Ye Chen had surpassed Hui Mie Xian Zun. Even without the bloodline limit or Bu Si Bu Shang, Hui Mie Xian Zun would still be no match.

The future head of Hua Shan, once the little stone spirit, had fully risen. With Tai Gong absent, no one could suppress him. The entire Heavenly Court couldn't find anyone to rival him.

"Kill! Join forces and slay him for me!"

Seeing Hui Mie Xian Zun at a disadvantage, Yin Ming howled again.

At his order, the Xian Zun exchanged glances, steeled themselves, and charged forward together. Though they knew they couldn't win, they could at least buy Hui Mie Xian Zun some time.

"Seal!"

It was Dao Mie Xian Zun who acted first, summoning a seal from afar.

Ye Chen didn't even glance at it, shattering the seal with one staff strike and sending Dao Mie Xian Zun flying. Before he could steady himself, he felt a mysterious force descend.

Then, his primordial spirit separated from his physical body.

Next, his origin, dao roots, and bloodline were torn apart by that strange, eerie power, exploding into fragments across the sky.

This was the emperor dao separation technique, passed to Ye Chen by Hong Yan. It had been ineffective against Xian Zun when his cultivation was weak, but now, with his realm soaring and emperor essence empowering it, even veteran Xian Zun couldn't defend against it. Everything was separated.

"No! No!"

Dao Mie Xian Zun roared in terror, his eyes filled with horror, but no amount of wailing could stop his body from disintegrating. His primordial spirit fire was completely extinguished.

Hiss!

The immortals drew in sharp breaths, unsure what Ye Chen had done. A major Xian Zun of the Heavenly Court had died so miserably, his soul scattered on the spot.

"Bind!"

Tian Mie and Xu Mie Xian Zun arrived, not daring to get too close, and cast seals from a distance. A vast array formed, descending on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen paid it no mind, walking out effortlessly. With a flip of his hand, he swung the staff, sending Tian Mie Xian Zun flying and blasting his physical body to pieces. The remnants of his primordial spirit tried to escape into the sky but were slain by the Nine Divine Tribulations.

Thud!

Then came Xu Mie Xian Zun. As soon as he steadied himself, he saw a ghostly figure flash before him. A cold hand had already plunged into his body, ripping out his primordial spirit and annihilating it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Chen's pace didn't slow—in fact, since his battle with Hui Mie Xian Zun began, he hadn't stopped. He ignored everyone, his eyes fixed only on the Heavenly Court's ruler.

His steps weren't fast, and they didn't need to be.

He intended to force Yin Ming step by step into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, no matter how many guarded him or where he fled. He would reduce him to dust.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

Yin Ming retreated unsteadily, reaching the edge of the dragon throne. He lost his footing and toppled backward over it, hiding behind the throne with only half his head peeking out, screaming hysterically.

"Kill."

"Join forces and slay him."

The loyal veteran Xian Zun were numerous, charging forward one after another. They activated killing weapons, wielded secret treasures, or cast immortal arts—divine light, fist shadows, blade gleams—all raining down in a relentless assault.

Yet, Ye Chen ignored it all. In his bloodline limit state of Bu Si Bu Shang, his divine body reformed instantly from any damage, and wounds healed on the spot.

He had the power to do so, but the Xian Zun trying to stop him suffered terribly.

This peerless demon god advanced with one step and one staff strike, each blow blooming a spray of blood. Every blood flower signified the fall of a great Xian Zun. The sky was filled with dazzling blood flowers, painting a vivid scene.

The Xian Zun fell one after another, plummeting from the air. None could withstand a single staff strike from Ye Chen, and none could halt his advance. He was a fearsome god of slaughter.

"This..."

"God's slaughter?"

The heavenly soldiers and generals stared with bulging eyes, while the immortals looked on in terror. Like their ruler, they backed away step by step. Even the veteran immortal lords dropped their immortal swords from their hands without realizing it.

These were Xian Zun! Each a legendary figure who had forged myths, yet before Ye Chen, they were fragile, being struck down one by one.

The sight was one of utter lawlessness.

Ye Chen walked on, his eyes never glancing aside. He didn't even look at the Xian Zun, simply swinging the Ding Hai Shen Zhen continuously—striking down anyone who charged and wiping out any group that swarmed.

It was as if the Heavenly Court's Xian Zun were mere flies, and Ye Chen was the one swatting them, with each swing doing the job.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The slaughter by this god of killing was bloody, leaving a trail of blood-red footprints with every step. Behind him lay a carpet of the Heavenly Court's Xian Zun blood and bones, stark and crimson.

In that moment, centered on Ye Chen, a dark and profound vortex expanded infinitely, spinning rapidly with the power to devour heaven and earth. The residual blood essence and annihilated primordial spirit energy of the Xian Zun were all sucked into the vortex, becoming his nourishment.

This was the Tun Tian Mo Gong. Too many veteran immortal lords had just arrived, but before they could strike, they were swallowed by the vortex, their bodies and souls reduced to ash.

"Ah!"

Yin Ming let out a shriek, his mind collapsing on the spot. Ye Chen was killing the Xian Zun, but his gaze had been fixed on him all along. Those eyes like black voids, dark as an abyss with no end in sight, were like the depths of hell—cold, terrifying, and desolate.

As he watched and retreated, Yin Ming turned and fled, abandoning all ruler's dignity. He was like a stray dog, desperate to escape to the edge of the world.

"Neither the heavens above nor the earth below will offer you a path to live."

Ye Chen said indifferently, gripping the blood-dripping iron staff and treading the void, following at an unhurried pace. His words were faint and desolate, carrying an irresistible demonic force. Too many heavenly soldiers who heard them were shaken, spitting blood on the spot.