Chapter 2681: I'll Try My Best

Chapter 2681: Wu Jinliang

Whoosh!

With a whoosh, Ye Chen vanished in an instant.

Laojun and Taigong, who had been pursuing him, both raised their eyebrows, knowing exactly where he had gone. This borrowed power had come at just the right moment.

The other immortals, baffled, wore expressions of bewilderment—a living person had simply disappeared.

The atmosphere at the scene was quite awkward.

The most embarrassed were Taigong and Laojun; in a moment of carelessness, their treasure was gone.

At the peak of Tianxuan Gate's mountain, Ye Chen reappeared.

What he saw was Ren Wang, and only him. This made Ye Chen feel somewhat unaccustomed. In the past, whenever he borrowed power, the place was always crowded with people. Da Chu's peak quasi-emperors, every single one, were usually present. But this time, only Ren Wang was there, making it seem rather solitary.

"You're back."

Ren Wang dispersed his hand seals, his face slightly pale.

Ye Chen said nothing, instinctively glancing toward the starry sky. From all directions came rumbling sounds, shouts of battle, cries of agony, and roars, accompanied by a hazy blood mist that dimmed the starlight. It was clear there was a massive war underway, with considerable commotion—a conflict sweeping across the heavens. His earlier premonition of disaster had indeed come true.

"You once said that if Honghuang causes chaos again, do not forget Ye Chen."

Ren Wang spoke leisurely.

"Can the borrowed power time be extended?"

"I will try my best."

Boom!

As the words fell, a boom echoed, and Ye Chen's combat power erupted fully. Like a divine ray, he shot into the vast expanse, his killing intent surging like a tidal wave, his murderous aura chilling to the bone. Everywhere he passed, the starry sky froze inch by inch. His dazzling Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes were streaked with blood vessels, dyed a deep crimson.

"What is that?"

The cultivators guarding Da Chu spotted Ye Chen at once. That piercing golden light, that radiant divine glow, that resolute figure—all perfectly matched the one in their memories.

"The Saint Lord?"

"It's him, Da Chu's Tenth Emperor."

"Ye Chen has returned."

The people of Da Chu's eyes lit up in an instant, their spirits soaring. He was the war god of the heavens, a beacon for all living beings. With him there, they felt a profound sense of security.

"Good kid, already at quasi-emperor eighth heaven."

Gu Santong, who was inscribing array patterns, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It's only been two or three years! His advancement speed is ridiculously fast."

"Did he activate some god-level cheat?"

"His life has always been a legend."

The astonishment of their homeland echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Ye Chen left those words behind and charged straight into the starry sky. He transformed into his Saint War Dharma body and created numerous clones, heading toward various battlefields. Uncertain of where Chu Xuan and the others were, he had to search one by one.

"War!"

The cultivators of Da Chu were all fired up, rushing forward in waves like streaks of divine light across the vast star dome. Each wore armor and wielded war spears, their battle intent burning like flames.

"You bastards, stay and guard Da Chu!"

Fu Ya cursed loudly, because of Ye Chen, countless guards had abandoned their posts. Their mission was not to charge ahead but to defend the gates of the heavens.

"Forget it."

Ren Wang waved his hand lightly and took a deep breath, as if understanding the mindset of Da Chu's cultivators. Most shared a lifelong aspiration—to follow Da Chu's Tenth Emperor into battle, just as in the previous life when the heavenly demons invaded, and everyone charged forth as one.

Buzz!

On Ye Chen's side, his speed was extremely fast, causing the starry sky to rumble along his path.

In the distant star fields, war flames and smoke were already visible, with surging blood mist staining everything a vivid red.

"Come on, you bunch of vermin."

In the blood-red starry sky, Xie Yun stood clad in tattered armor, one hand gripping a blood-drenched immortal sword and the other a war spear stained with blood. His hair was disheveled, and he staggered forward, covered in countless wounds—or rather, he was a blood-soaked figure, roaring like a madman.

"Killing one breaks even, killing two means I profit."

With him was Situ Nan, also disheveled and drenched in blood, swaying unsteadily as he stood back to back with Xie Yun. His mutilated face was unrecognizable.

The two of them were the commanders on this battlefield, stationed here to hold the line.

In this stretch of starry sky, besides them, no other heavenly cultivators remained—all had fallen in battle.

The people of Da Chu were born with unyielding spirits, and they were no exception. They had not disgraced Hengyue's reputation; beneath their feet lay the corpses of Honghuang forces, piled into mountains.

Looking around, the Honghuang army was like a vast ocean, a dark mass swarming in again. Each one had a ferocious face, savage and bloodthirsty, licking their red tongues like packs of wolves eyeing fresh meat.

Compared to the Honghuang forces, Xie Yun and Situ Nan's figures seemed frail, like mere grains in a vast storehouse. A single wave from the Honghuang could easily overwhelm them.

"Kid, I think we're at our limit."

Situ Nan laughed wearily.

"Good company on the road to the underworld."

Xie Yun's laugh carried a touch of madness. His ferocity was directed at the Honghuang; he had already killed his fill and was prepared to self-destruct, determined to take a few beasts with him in his final moments.

"Capture them alive!"

A Honghuang quasi-emperor roared, swinging his killing sword and pointing it at the two.

"War!"

Xie Yun and Situ Nan simultaneously sacrificed their remaining true essence.

"Wan Jian Chao Zong."

Before they could charge, a thunderous shout echoed, shaking the star dome.

Zing! Zing!

As the words fell, the sound of ten thousand swords rang out. In the dim, blood-red starry sky, streaks of golden sword shadows emerged as if from a distant era, carrying annihilating divine might as they sliced through the vast universe. Sword after sword formed a sea of immortals, sweeping across everything in their path.

Among the ten thousand swords, the foremost immortal sword was the most brilliant.

It was Ye Chen, transformed into a sword, leading the charge with full killing intent.

The Honghuang experts all trembled in their hearts. There were too many sword shadows, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Zing!

In an instant, Ye Chen arrived, still in sword form—a peerless divine sword that crushed all in its way.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

He pierced straight through, and one Honghuang expert after another was impaled, falling one by one. Their bodies remained, but their origin souls had been extinguished, all slain in a single instant.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The ten thousand swords behind Ye Chen followed, slaughtering mercilessly, blood raining down.

From a void overlook, the ten thousand swords were like a massive golden hand, obliterating everything in its path. Honghuang forces fell in droves, from quasi-emperor to saint, none could withstand it.

Gulp!

Xie Yun and Situ Nan swallowed hard as they watched. Who the hell was casting Wan Jian Chao Zong? It was overwhelmingly dominant. This group attack immortal art was delivering the power of single-target strikes. That wave of sword shadows had wiped out not just the rank and file but countless Honghuang quasi-emperors as well.

"Stop them! Stop them now!"

That Honghuang quasi-emperor howled, unsure where these sword shadows had come from. The sheer number was maddening, and each one carried divine might.

At his command, the Honghuang experts formed seals and activated a protective heavenly barrier.

However, the seemingly formidable barrier was as fragile as paper before the ten thousand swords. Ye Chen's sword pierced through it, and the rest shattered it completely, causing it to explode with a boom.

"Stop them! Sto—"

Puff!

It was that same Honghuang quasi-emperor, but he couldn't finish his sentence before his head separated from his neck. The rolling head had bulging eyes, still able to see his own upright body, with blood gushing from the bowl-sized wound like a spring.

He was instantly killed—one sword had severed his head and extinguished his origin soul.

Only then did Ye Chen revert to human form.

Roar!

Accompanied by a resonant dragon roar, the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon appeared, wiping out a swath and smashing swathes of Honghuang forces into blood mist with a single palm strike. His golden hand was more effective than any divine weapon, obliterating everything in its path—quasi-emperors couldn't even withstand it.

"Ye Chen?"

The Honghuang experts were filled with terror.

Merely hearing that name made their hearts quiver.

The people of the Saint Body lineage were each more ruthless than the last, and Ye Chen was no exception. His notorious reputation surpassed even Di Huang's. The number of Honghuang slain by his hand was uncountable; those who died under his heavenly tribulations formed mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He might not be the strongest, but he was the most lethal.

"This guy still knows how to make an entrance."

Xie Yun sighed, already knowing who it was. Besides their Ye Chen, who else could be this overbearing?

"Nicely done."

Situ Nan howled like a wolf, but he had exerted himself too much, causing blood to spurt wildly. He nearly lost his footing and tumbled down the corpse mountain. Of course, he thought—as long as they weren't meant to die, a brother named Ye Chen would always show up at the critical moment to turn the tide.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As they watched, Ye Chen's slaughter reached an extreme of savagery. His body moved like a ghost, his form like a phantom, wielding a resonating Dao sword. One sword cleared a path. This was a battlefield, but also his personal killing ground. No one could block his sword—without a peak quasi-emperor in command, the Honghuang experts here were mere small fry.

No one knew when the slaughter finally ended.

In this starry sky, not a single Honghuang remained—only mountains of blood and bones, with Ye Chen standing atop the corpses, his golden hair fluttering and his killing intent raging.

"Brothers, take care."

Ye Chen didn't turn around. He opened a domain gate and vanished in an instant. With limited borrowed power time, in this brutal war, there was no time for reunions, not even a glance back.

As the domain gate closed, two rays of divine light flew out—two healing pills that entered their bodies.

The two didn't leave, instead sitting cross-legged on that corpse mountain, striving to recover their injuries. They had no intention of returning to Da Chu or even surviving—they would continue to guard this starry sky. From the moment they left Da Chu, they had accepted a certain resolve: as long as they lived, their post would stand.

"That damned Zhuxian Sword."

In the domain gate passage, Ye Chen's eyes were ice-cold, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. While slaughtering the Honghuang experts earlier, he had detected a certain power on each of them—not just enhancing their origins but also their combat strength. That power originated from the Zhuxian Sword. Though its seven-colored immortal light was dazzling, every sight of it filled him with rage that tore at his insides.

He had figured it out: the Honghuang's resurgence of war must be tied to the Zhuxian Sword. Or perhaps, the Zhuxian Sword and Honghuang had secretly allied, reaching some agreement.

Because of the Zhuxian Sword, the overall combat strength of Honghuang had risen a level, which explained why the heavens were struggling to hold them back.

In terms of foundations, Honghuang still surpassed the heavens.

Buzz!

In a certain star domain, the domain gate opened again, and Ye Chen burst out from within.

What met his eyes was a blood-soaked battlefield, where Liu Yi and Nie Feng and their group were fighting fiercely.

"Kill!"

Ye Chen's roar came from his soul, like a divine ray shooting into the Honghuang army. He activated his external Dharma body, transformed the Chaos Cauldron into an iron staff, and smashed the star dome with a single strike.