Chapter 2715: My Treasures

Chapter 2715: My Little Treasures

“This.”

The bloody battlefield fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared blankly at the fallen Taotie Zhun Di. His blood-drenched body was a stark and piercing sight. Not only the Honghuang soldiers, but even the Zhutian cultivators felt a sudden chill in their hearts, and Da Chu Tai Wang was no exception. If he had been the one struck earlier, he might not have been instantly obliterated, but death would have been imminent. That thunderous arrow was overwhelmingly dominant.

“It's here.”

Xiao Yuan Huang grinned, recognizing the thunder god arrow and knowing exactly who had fired it. Besides his family's seventh elder, who else would have such audacity to take down a peak supreme being with a single shot?

“There's a kind of style called Ye Chen.” Kui Niu spoke meaningfully, summing up Ye Chen in a few words. Even without seeing him yet, they could sense an eye-catching aura approaching.

Chu Xuan and Chu Ling smiled gently, needing no glance behind to know that their Ye Chen had arrived.

“This act of showing off is quite well done, if I do say so myself.”

“One arrow to instantly kill a peak supreme being—what kind of opportunities has this emperor's tribulation brought him?”

“He himself is a legend.”

The Zhutian cultivators' eyes shone brightly, standing tall and straight. Though Ye Chen had yet to appear, they felt an immense surge of confidence. If he could take down a peak supreme being in one shot, how terrifying must his combat power be?

“Impossible! This can't be!”

In contrast, the Honghuang forces on the other side looked utterly grim, especially the Taotie clan. The one who had just been destroyed was one of their great powers—a genuine peak Zhun Di whose strength rivaled that of Da Chu's emperors. In the blink of an eye, he had been obliterated by a single arrow. How fearsome must the attacker be? Even the Zhutian Sword God couldn't achieve that.

The battlefield situation grew awkward. The Honghuang had issued the order to attack, yet no one dared to cross that blood-red star river, fearing they would share Taotie Zhun Di's fate. If the opponent could instantly kill a peak supreme being, they could do the same to them. No one wanted to be the first bird shot down.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The star domain hummed as heavy, rhythmic banging sounds echoed. Listening closely, it was the sound of footsteps, perhaps from someone of immense weight, each step making the universe tremble and every boom like a funeral bell from hell, sending shivers through the Honghuang hearts. It felt as if a god of slaughter or a demon lord was awakening.

Under the gaze of all, a blurry figure slowly came into view.

It was Ye Chen, the tenth emperor of Da Chu, emerging as if from the end of time, treading the river of time and carrying the weight of ages and dust. He was a legend and an ancient belief.

“My little treasures, you've made me search so hard!”

Ye Chen's smile was ethereal, his true form and dignity gradually becoming clear.

That phrase, “my little treasures,” left many feeling oddly in their hearts, unsure if Ye Chen meant Chu Xuan and the others or the Honghuang forces opposite. If the former, it was a blatant display of affection; if the latter, it was quite intriguing, as the holy body seemed to have a twisted fondness for the Honghuang clan.

Indeed, that single line made the Honghuang clan feel a chill wind sweeping over them, like a summons of death, with a grim reaper beckoning them at this very moment.

“When the heavenly demons invaded, you all hid away, but when it comes to attacking our Zhutian, you're all fierce as can be.”

“Such esteemed Dao traditions, are you living up to your ancestors?”

“Since you're so eager for battle, today I'll fight the Honghuang to the end.”

Ye Chen approached from afar, his steps slow, his words calm yet brimming with the majesty of a sovereign. His chaotic eyes overlooked everything, shaking the cosmos and dominating the eight directions.

The Zhutian cultivators rubbed their eyes, dazzled by Ye Chen's overwhelming presence.

“Everyone, stand firm—the Da Chu emperor is about to show off.”

Kui Niu nudged his companion and instinctively stepped back, as his seventh elder's aura was too overpowering.

No need for him to say it; the Zhutian cultivators had already cleared a path in unison.

Ye Chen walked step by step, his demeanor meant to be dignified, but it lasted barely three seconds. As he passed Nanming Yushu, his hand wandered mischievously, giving his wife's backside a crisp pat.

“Having a wife is wonderful.”

Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur, tempted to do the same—the feel must be quite nice.

“Such a fine younger generation brings me great comfort.”

Many of the mischievous elders stroked their beards in unison, speaking with gravity, as if to say youth was glorious! Youth could be carefree, and dignity could be discarded.

“Rogue.”

Nanming Yushu shot him a fierce glare, her cheeks flushing red from the pat.

Chu Ling and Chu Xuan covered their mouths, stifling giggles.

“Get cleaned up and wait for me in bed.”

Ye Chen stretched his neck leisurely, not looking back or pausing, as he stepped across the star river. That “my little treasures” referred to both Chu Xuan and the others, and the Honghuang clan opposite. He'd heard they had been acting up lately, almost smoking with arrogance—so it was time to put out the fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His steps remained heavy, making the universe hum and the entire starry sky shake.

Glancing at the Honghuang races, they were collectively retreating. For every step Ye Chen advanced, they retreated one, creating a vast and ironic scene: an army of millions, including Zhun Di levels, peak Zhun Di, supreme peaks, and many ultimate emperor weapons. Yet, they were all forced to fall back by a single person, no one daring to lead the charge.

This was the might of Da Chu's emperor—one man equaling a million troops.

The Zhutian cultivators watched with surging emotions, their eyes sparkling like stars.

As fellow Archaic Holy Bodies, seeing Ye Chen was like seeing the ancient Emperor Huang. Though not yet fully achieved, he already exuded the aura of completion. Watching those Honghuang individuals, even their hands gripping weapons trembled. As they retreated, some stumbled and fell, still scrambling backward in terror, their expressions filled with dread, as if Ye Chen were a bloodthirsty god of death.

“Attack him for me!”

Roars erupted, from a Taotie Zhun Di no less, his power surging as he activated his clan's emperor weapon, reviving its imperial might. Ultimate principles swirled around it, sweeping out a beam of destructive immortal light.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, dodging the emperor beam's kill in an instant, then punched through the eight directions in a heaven-defying strike.

Clang!

The metallic collision was deep and resonant. The emperor weapon was tough, but Ye Chen's golden fist was tougher. He smashed the emperor weapon bare-handed, sending it flying, with waves of utter destruction spreading across the seas and wilderness, collapsing space wherever they went and grinding countless Honghuang individuals to ash.

Gulp!

The Zhutian people swallowed hard. They had seen a fully achieved Holy Body clash with an emperor weapon bare-handed, but they never imagined a half-achieved Ye Chen could do the same. One punch flipped the emperor weapon and shook the Taotie Zhun Di flying.

“Kill!”

The Honghuang Zhun Di bellowed, eight emperor weapons rising into the sky, their beams blazing like suns, illuminating the dim starlit void. The emperor principles linked together, ultimate heavenly sounds echoing, and visions of world-ending destruction manifesting. Before the attack even landed, the cosmos was crumbling, the flying immortal beams painted in apocalyptic hues, every hum tugging at the souls of all.

Bang!

Ye Chen soared upward, golden fist clenched, merging nine paths into one to blast an emperor divine mirror away. With a flip of his hand, he swatted an emperor copper furnace aside. An emperor divine seal from the east pressed down, which he dodged instantly, kicking it away. The three ultimate emperor swords that followed were destructive, but they couldn't escape his sweeping palm. The last two ultimate emperor weapons fared no better, each met with a single punch, sending them hurtling into the vast starry expanse.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Vomiting blood came in waves from the Honghuang Zhun Di controlling the weapons. Every time an ultimate emperor weapon was damaged, its user spat blood, suffering horrific backlash, their flying bodies exploding repeatedly.

That scene left the Zhutian cultivators' eyes wide in shock.

Just how strong was the half-achieved Ye Chen?

Nine emperor weapons in total, all knocked down one by one. If he were fully achieved, he might surpass even Emperor Huang. Not to mention ultimate emperor weapons—if a Honghuang emperor arrived, he might still have the power to fight.

What exactly had he experienced during those three years of tribulation?

The Honghuang people's faces turned deathly pale.

In that instant, from clan emperors to the lowliest soldiers, they all backpedaled frantically. Those were ultimate emperor weapons, the lifework of great emperors! Though not at peak power, they still held world-ending might, yet in Ye Chen's presence, they were mere ornaments, no match for his golden fists.

“Retreat! Retreat now!”

The Honghuang clan emperors howled, abandoning their jade carriages and fleeing through the air.

No orders needed; the entire Honghuang army turned and bolted. Retreat wasn't fast enough—they had to run. Soldiers ran, clan emperors ran, even the supreme peaks ran.

“Run?”

Ye Chen snorted coldly, stepping across the cosmos in one stride, his fist dominating heaven and earth, pulverizing a Taotie Zhun Di into a mist of blood, extinguishing even his primordial spirit.

Another supreme peak fell, not even lasting one move against Ye Chen.

The Da Chu emperor's killing intent soared. After destroying the Taotie, he used secret arts to reverse space, pulling back a fleeing Shen Yi clan Zhun Di and splitting him in half with a palm.

“Blood for blood.”

Ye Chen's resolute voice shook the immortal dome, his long-suppressed fury exploding in an instant like a divine ray piercing into the Honghuang army. In a single encounter, he tore apart the Mang Jiao clan emperor and obliterated over a hundred Zhun Di from the Ba Bu Tian Long with a swing.

“Retreat! Retreat now!”

A Kui Ba clan Zhun Di roared the loudest, his voice booming as he fled the fastest, his escape techniques profound enough to make even emperors click their tongues in admiration.

But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outpace Ye Chen's thunder god arrow, which shot him down.

“Kill!”

The Chaos Cauldron bellowed, bursting from Ye Chen's inner world, its body humming and chaos energy flowing. The Yi Jia heavenly characters etched on it rearranged themselves, charging straight ahead.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Fleeing Honghuang clan members were smashed apart in waves. It wasn't that the Honghuang soldiers were weak; the Chaos Cauldron was just too dominant. As Ye Chen advanced to half-achievement, so did it, its rank soaring with its master, even itching to clash with emperor weapons at times.

It emerged not just to kill Honghuang, but to feast. Scattered weapon fragments were swallowed whole, regardless of level—nothing refused. Back in Zhutian, it was determined to eat its fill.

Whoosh!

Joining the assault was the Chaos Fire, a brilliant flame transforming into a golden ocean, rolling with turbulent waves that engulfed swaths of starry sky and Honghuang alike. Neither flesh nor primordial spirit could escape—more ferocious than the Chaos Cauldron.

“Chaos Fire.”

The demoness at the forefront of the crowd brightened at the sight, astonished that Ye Chen's tribulation had truly forged the Chaos Fire. She wondered if he had found the remaining alchemy materials. Compared to the grand battle between the Honghuang clans and Zhutian, she cared more about the Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pill.