Chapter 2682: The Strongest and Most Stunning

Pfft!

A spray of blood erupted, instantly clearing a gap in the vast Honghuang army.

"Ye Chen?"

"Ye Chen?"

The astonishment was voiced in unison.

Cultivators from Zhutian saw him, and so did the Honghuang powerhouses.

The difference was that Zhutian cultivators felt their blood surge and their battle intent soar upon seeing Ye Chen, while the Honghuang powerhouses felt a deep tremor in their souls—his name alone cast a shadow of dread.

Ye Chen paid no heed to anything else, neither dodging nor defending. He relied on his external manifestation of the Hegemony Body, wielding a Chaos iron staff, swinging wildly as he advanced, not caring who stood in his path.

The scene was profoundly shocking.

The Honghuang army was like an endless ocean, pitch black and overwhelming.

Yet Ye Chen's figure was like a giant forged from gold, gripping a divine pillar and carving a bloody path through them. The Honghuang forces, who had been in high spirits, were thrown into chaos by him alone, with bodies flying everywhere. Without any supreme peak Quasi-Emperors present, no one could withstand even one strike from him.

This battlefield remained a slaughterhouse for the Saint Body, and even the commanders of this Honghuang army were forced to retreat step by step in that instant.

He inspired fear in them all—the entire Honghuang army feared Ye Chen, for he was a god of slaughter.

Battle!

Liu Yi and Nie Feng led the Zhutian cultivators in a full assault from left and right. The defeated Honghuang army discarded their armor and fled, with only one in ten still fighting while nine in ten ran. It wasn't the Zhutian cultivators they feared, but the Desolate Ancient Saint Body.

One man alone was worth a million troops.

"Take care."

These two words escaped Ye Chen's lips with a sense of helplessness. After driving back the Honghuang army, he slipped into a domain gate once more. The vast starry sky held countless battlefields, and he needed to lend his aid to more of them.

By the time he reappeared, he was in the Tianyuan Star Domain. The Zhuque Star from his memories had already been destroyed.

Kill!

Battle!

This battlefield was immensely vast, encompassing the entire star domain. Every ancient star was a site of fierce combat, with figures from both Zhutian and Honghuang clashing, blood flowers blooming across the starry skies.

Ye Chen spotted Kui Yujiang, Yao Wang, Xiao Chen, and Da Chu Huang Yan among them. The descendants of emperors and the successive kings of Da Chu fought side by side once again, both men and women driven to utter madness.

They were blood-soaked figures, one falling only for a crowd to rush in and take their place. Oceans of people collided, and waves of lives were extinguished, with crimson starlight casting an apocalyptic glow.

Kill!

Ye Chen stepped out of the domain gate and, in a single encounter, ended the life of a Honghuang commander.

He remained as domineering as ever, targeting Honghuang Quasi-Emperors for slaughter, one strike per foe, as if swatting flies. Apart from supreme peak Quasi-Emperors, no one could endure a single blow from him.

"Ye Chen?"

How could the Honghuang forces fail to notice such a god of slaughter? They saw his cultivation clearly: Quasi-Emperor at the eighth heaven! A Desolate Ancient Saint Body at the eighth heaven possessed an overwhelmingly dominant combat power, far beyond imagination. Those Quasi-Emperors before him were like laughable props—none of their secret techniques or bloodlines could match his iron staff.

"Good."

Long Teng, son of the Tai Wang, let out a hearty laugh, his entire body igniting with flames.

Battle!

The roar shook the heavens. The descendants of emperors and successive kings burned with battle intent like fire, launching a frenzied assault. Or perhaps it could be said that all Zhutian cultivators present, upon seeing the one who bore their beliefs, ignited their hidden divine power, becoming reckless madmen. They followed in Ye Chen's footsteps, driving this Honghuang army to utter defeat.

At the edge of the star domain, Ye Chen vanished once more, plunging into a domain gate and heading to the next battlefield.

"The Desolate Ancient Saint Body truly lives up to its reputation."

"Has he passed the tribulation?"

"He's returned, but it's in a borrowed state."

"Don't idle—repair the barriers."

As they watched Ye Chen's departing figure, the Zhutian cultivators didn't waste time. Some descended to the stars to fix the damaged formations, while others arranged troops in the starry skies, standing guard. The Honghuang army on the opposite side was regrouping, ready to attack at any moment. Ye Chen's deterrence wouldn't last long.

Kill!

In a distant star domain, Ye Chen unleashed slaughter once more.

This Honghuang army was truly massive, stretching endlessly into the distance, with an extraordinarily powerful lineup encompassing over a dozen Honghuang races. There were more than a dozen supreme peak Quasi-Emperors alone, each radiating overwhelming killing intent. Wherever they went, countless Zhutian people were devoured, and even the Chu Huang guarding this place couldn't turn the tide.

"Ye Chen?"

The nine supreme Honghuang Quasi-Emperors spotted that man they loathed from afar, his golden blood always stirring the killing intent buried deep in their souls.

Kill!

The nine formed a straight line, charging through the skies to attack him together, aiming to slaughter Ye Chen en masse.

Buzz!

Ye Chen's iron staff hummed with battle intent. As they closed in, he vanished in an instant, employing the Reincarnation Heavenly Dao. In one moment, he entered a black hole; in the next, he emerged and struck down a supreme Quasi-Emperor with a single blow, sending both his physical body and true spirit to the Yellow Springs.

That sight left even the Zhutian cultivators stunned, not to mention the Chu Huang still in the midst of battle. The eighth-heaven Desolate Ancient Saint Body was truly dominant—a Honghuang supreme peak Quasi-Emperor had been obliterated in one strike.

Reverse World Reincarnation!

Ye Chen cast another immortal technique, pressing his palm against a supreme Quasi-Emperor's chest. The destructive reincarnation force consumed not only the enemy's body but also his spirit, dissolving them entirely in the cycle of reincarnation.

The scene was bloody. Of the nine supreme Honghuang Quasi-Emperors, two were exterminated in the blink of an eye, both in an instant.

"So strong?"

The remaining seven supreme Quasi-Emperors were filled with horror.

"Retreat."

The Shen Yi Clan Quasi-Emperor roared, not daring to engage, and fled immediately. Ye Chen possessed the Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes and could use heavenly escape techniques. Without an ultimate Dao Emperor Artifact present, no one could restrain him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ye Chen pursued in a flash, swinging his staff.

The Shen Yi Quasi-Emperor turned abruptly but collided head-on with the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Illusion. A moment of disorientation plunged him into an illusion, and upon emerging, he was sent straight to the Yellow Springs, his body shattered by Ye Chen's staff. A Great Reincarnation Heavenly Illumination, combined with Reverse World Reincarnation, extinguished his spirit.

"Retreat quickly!" The Mang Jiao Clan Quasi-Emperor cried out in terror, fleeing even faster.

Even as a supreme peak Quasi-Emperor, he was gripped by fear, devoid of any will to fight. Without an Emperor Artifact to bolster them, none could match Ye Chen.

That once-small Saint Body had risen to prominence.

Great Reincarnation Heavenly Seal!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, casting another Reincarnation Eyes immortal technique. The Mang Jiao Quasi-Emperor, who had just entered the starry skies, froze in place. As he broke free from the seal, a thunder god arrow was already upon him, piercing his spirit and extinguishing its flame, leaving only his bloodied corpse to fall, which Ye Chen crushed underfoot into pulp.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Of the nine supreme peak Quasi-Emperors, four were destroyed. The remaining five couldn't escape their fate either, though they fled swiftly. Yet they were no match for Ye Chen's Flying Thunder God technique—one had his head severed, another his spirit torn apart, two more their bodies exploded.

As for the fifth, he met the most gruesome end. His powerful body was dismantled piece by piece by Ye Chen, and his life-bound spirit was pinned to the starry skies by a black war spear.

In that instant, the battle halted.

Whether Zhutian cultivators or Honghuang powerhouses, all stared blankly at that patch of starry sky, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

Those were nine supreme peak Quasi-Emperors, all with Honghuang bloodlines and Emperor Dao inheritances, bolstered by combat power and origins—yet Ye Chen alone had wiped them out completely.

"Too strong."

Chu Huang murmured softly, Ye Chen's prowess shattering even his expectations as a predecessor. Among the eleven emperors of Da Chu, Ye Chen was the most stunning and the strongest. Even the myths created by his forebears couldn't overshadow his glory.

Not just him, even Ming Di of the underworld watched with slack-jawed amazement.

At that moment, Ming Di understood why the heavenly realm had been slaughtered so brutally in the past. With Ye Chen's level of combat power, who below a Great Emperor could hold him in check? And he was merely an eighth-heaven Quasi-Emperor—if he reached the peak or achieved Quasi-Emperor perfection, what then?

"Di Huang! Your successor will surely surpass you one day."

Ming Di took a deep breath. Even with prior expectations, he was still astounded by Ye Chen. In just two or three years, he had advanced from the third heaven all the way to the eighth, his cultivation progressing rapidly and his combat power terrifyingly against the heavens.

Ye Chen disappeared again. If not for the time limit on his borrowed state, he would have truly annihilated this entire Honghuang army. The fury of an emperor required Honghuang blood to quench it.

Battle!

The momentary pause in the war was shattered by a roar.

The Zhutian army was invigorated, their morale soaring and battle intent exploding as they charged toward the Honghuang forces en masse. With the enemy's nine commanders exterminated, what was there to fear?

In contrast, the Honghuang side was collectively retreating.

They had held the advantage, but because of Ye Chen, some fundamental belief seemed broken. Their minds collapsed, and their battle intent plummeted, forcing them to retreat repeatedly under the Zhutian assault. Without supreme peak Quasi-Emperors to lead, it was as if they'd lost their backbone—with their commanders gone, so too was their morale.

"What? Ye Chen is back?"

"The Zhutian destiny endures mightily."

Whenever such astonishment arose, it was followed by earth-shaking shouts that echoed across the star domains, spreading from one battlefield to another.

Ye Chen as an individual was insignificant.

Yet he was like a man with innate magic, seemingly bearing the beliefs of all. From some unknown time, it was as if he carried the faith of the masses—the tenth emperor of Da Chu embodied that belief, a dawn light illuminating the world's darkness.

"Kill! Spare no effort to destroy Ye Chen."

The roars of the Honghuang clan emperors were laden with resentment, their blood-red eyes dripping with fury, their faces twisted into grotesque masks like demons.

Zheng! Zheng!

Even more enraged was the Zhu Xian Sword, still hidden in the ethereal void, buzzing incessantly. If it could show human expressions, it would surely be twisted in rage. Honghuang hated Ye Chen, but it hated him more. Had it not been in a weakened state, it would have likely emerged to challenge him directly.

"Chu Xuan, where are you?"

In the domain gate passage, Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot as he repeatedly summoned clones, dispatching them to various battlefields. He was calling out, and so were his Dharma body and clones.

"Boss, hurry! We can't hold on!"

Suddenly, a soul-piercing shout echoed into Ye Chen's sea of consciousness, transmitted by a clone. It had found his wife and children.

Ye Chen burst out of the domain gate in an instant, then summoned another, stepping through in one stride. In the passage, he streaked like a brilliant immortal light toward the exit on the other side. One could see the bloody tears in his eyes turning tangible, and he could hear the clone's cries, envisioning the scene—a series of blood-red silhouettes piercing his soul.