Chapter 2694: Celestial Venerable vs. God General

Ye Chen emerged from Buzhou Shan, night having already fallen.

Under the moonlight, the Emperor of Da Chu was in high spirits. This was his second visit to Buzhou Shan, and both times had brought him great fortune. Last time, he had obtained the Phoenix Flower, and this time, the Emperor Dao Shen Yuan.

He didn't linger to explore further and headed straight back to the lower realms.

Compared to the scattered Emperor Dao Shen Yuan in the world, he was more interested in what lay in the Wu Yue and Huashan. The essence there was truly abundant, all originating from Daozu. Absorbing it would be truly heaven-defying.

Of course, time was also a factor—he didn't have much left.

Huashan at night was peaceful and serene.

But outside Huashan, the night was filled with thunderous booms.

From afar, Ye Chen could see scenes of utter destruction: lightning flashed in the void, and vast sections of the sky collapsed.

A fierce battle was raging, with immense commotion, pulverizing countless mountains.

The combatants were Tianzun and the First Shenjiang.

Ye Chen wasn't surprised. Tianqing preferred peace, but Tianzun was always restless. Now fully restored, he was bored out of his mind. First, he had sparred with the Hun Dun Ti, and now he was picking a fight with the First Shenjiang.

Where there was a battle, spectators gathered.

Gazing into the distance, mountain peaks were crowded with figures. Some were from Huashan, others from afar, all craning their necks, their eyes gleaming with excitement and wariness.

"That pair is incredibly fierce!"

Niu Mo Wang sighed in admiration, surrounded by Jiao Long Wang and other great demons and devils. They were usually eager for fights, but today, they were as meek as lambs. In the same realm, they were far outclassed.

They felt awkward, and so did the elders, like the leaders of the Si Yue, Kunlun, and various sect saints, all clicking their tongues. If they fought, they'd be outmatched by miles.

"I wonder how Ye Chen compares to those two."

"That's nonsense. The Huanggu Sheng Ti is unmatched, able to withstand a strike from a great emperor."

"That's true."

Discussions erupted everywhere. The onlookers weren't idle. While watching the fight, they couldn't help but bring up Ye Chen's legendary deeds.

Throughout Tianjie's history, Ye Chen was an unparalleled existence. Who else had caused such massive upheaval or achieved such heaven-defying feats? Single-handedly, he had slaughtered heaps of corpses in the Tian Ting, nearly wiping out its peak experts, even defeating the one wielding three imperial artifacts. No one could suppress him. If not for the great emperors, the Shangxian Jie would have been flattened.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the world watched, the battle in the void grew even more intense.

One was a shenjiang, the other a tianzun. One like an immortal king, the other like a demon god. They divided the sky into two realms—one a vast immortal domain, the other a chaotic demon land. Each collision sent waves of destructive light rippling out, shattering the universe.

Pfft! Pfft!

The fight was as spectacular as it was brutal. Blood rained down like light, painting a mesmerizing scene. The shenjiang bled, and so did the tianzun. They wielded emperor-level xian fa, each with the power to destroy heaven and earth. Merely watching made people's hearts tremble.

Ye Chen watched too, shaking his head gently.

His shake was aimed at the First Shenjiang.

It was clear the shenjiang wasn't a match for Tianzun. The fully restored Xiuluo Tianzun was overwhelmingly dominant, steadily overpowering his opponent with an invincible will to battle. Even Ye Chen felt stirred, his blood boiling.

For a moment, he was lost in thought. In Tianzun, he saw echoes of Zhao Yun. To stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhao Yun meant Xiuluo Tianzun was no ordinary figure.

In that instant, three words were etched into Ye Chen's soul: Kuang Ying Xiong.

That was Tianzun's name, and it suited him—wildly arrogant and dominant. With a shen dao that shattered all laws, his understanding of the Dao was deeper and more profound than imagined.

The one who felt it most acutely was the First Shenjiang. Only by facing Tianzun did he realize how terrifying that demon god was. He seemed unreliable at first glance, but in battle, he was nightmare-inducing.

In this way, he was similar to Ye Chen—unserious like a rogue when relaxed, but like a war god when serious, with an invincible will that had become a core belief.

"Ye Chen's master is falling behind."

The crowd murmured, still unaware of the true relationship between Ye Chen and the shenjiang. They still saw the shenjiang as Ye Chen's master, the one who taught such a monster, yet he couldn't hold his own against Xiuluo Tianzun's assaults.

"Maybe Ye Chen will step in for revenge."

The great demons and devils stroked their chins, growing restless again. They were eager to see Ye Chen fight Tianzun.

The two hadn't clashed before, but under Yin Ming's threat, they had once. Back then, they were blocked at Nan Tian Men, so no one saw it. Now, they wondered: was the tianzun from the Xiuluo Jie more fearsome, or was the Emperor of Da Chu stronger?

Ye Chen held his wine flask, his expression calm. Xiuluo Tianzun was powerful, but compared to Zhao Yun, he was still a step short. If Tianzun couldn't beat Zhao Yun, he couldn't beat Ye Chen either.

He had that confidence.

Boom!

As he watched, the sky collapsed again, the shockwave destroying over a dozen mountains below.

With that, the battle paused.

"I admit defeat."

The First Shenjiang spoke, a rare smile on his face.

The shenjiang of the Emperor couldn't deny his age. The younger generation was truly formidable—Ye Chen was a monster, and Xiuluo Tianzun was just as heaven-defying. Their cultivation and insight at such a young age made him feel ashamed. They were genuine youthful emperor-level figures.

Tianzun sheathed his xian jian and stepped down from the void, step by step.

The shenjiang took his loss gracefully. He had fought with all his might, nearly beating Tianzun to death, but couldn't win. From the start, he knew the outcome. Tianjie was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with terrifying ancient immortals and frightening prodigies everywhere.

The shenjiang descended, but Xiuluo Tianzun stayed aloft.

In the void, he ripped off his bloodstained robe with one hand, gripped his shen dao with the other, and chugged from his wine flask. After downing it, he tossed the flask aside. His aura was fierce and unrestrained, full of wild arrogance. Profound Dao principles swirled around him, mingled with resounding dragon roars.

The world fell silent, everyone staring in a daze. He truly seemed like a demon god, standing above the river of time, overlooking the heavens and scorning the eight directions.

"With a husband like that, can your body handle it?"

Taiyi said with hands clasped, glancing sideways at Yuexin. Someone who fought so fiercely was surely no slouch in other areas.

Yuexin's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him fiercely.

But before Taiyi could flash a lecherous grin, he was kicked flying.

The one who kicked him was Xiong Wang, with a powerful strike that nearly dislodged Taiyi's shen yuan. If the situation weren't so serious, the reincarnated people of Da Chu would have dragged Taiyi away to show him what real toughness meant.

"Stop watching and come up."

Tianzun cracked his neck with a thunderous roar that shook the ancient xian cang.

He was speaking to Ye Chen, having sensed his arrival.

"Alright."

Ye Chen tossed his wine flask aside and ascended step by step, his body enveloped in xian guang, like a blazing sun radiating divine rays that illuminated the dark night. It made the world's eyes widen in awe. If Tianzun was a demon god, Ye Chen was a war god, with a golden war dragon circling him—a manifestation of his battle intent.

"Wow, Ye Chen actually showed up."

"His master was defeated, so as the disciple, he has to get revenge."

"If I'm not mistaken, he's already at the Jiu Zhong Tian."

"For his advancement speed, I've gotten used to it. He's a monster with a god-level cheat."

Ye Chen's appearance set the heavens ablaze.

Countless eyes sparkled with sharp, radiant light.

Tonight was destined to be extraordinary—they would witness a peak battle. Between Xiuluo Tianzun and the Emperor of Da Chu, the stronger would soon be revealed.

"So, who do you hope wins?"

Below, Taiyi tugged at Yuexin's sleeve, grinning.

"This..."

Yuexin parted her lips but couldn't decide. One was her lover, the other her protector saint—two of the most important people in her life. It was truly agonizing.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

In the void, Ye Chen had steadied himself, transforming his Hun Dun Ding into an iron staff. He blew on it and polished it vigorously, making sure it shone brightly—it was about to draw blood. You beat my family's shenjiang, the reincarnation of the Emperor, so I need to settle the score.

"We're just born that way."

Tianzun shrugged, still cracking his neck, his battle intent burning like fire.