Chapter 2716: Slaughter of the Saint Physique

Boom! Rumble!

The thunderous roars from the human realm echoed across the three realms, as the flames of war swept through the entire starry sky, staining everything with even more blood.

Surveying the entire battlefield, the tide of battle had turned dramatically. The forces of Zhu Tian had gone from defeat to holding their ground, at a tremendous cost, and now, with the dawn breaking, they launched a full-scale counterattack.

"Block them! Block them!"

The emperors of Hong Huang clans howled in desperation, swinging their killing swords and wildly pointing toward the enemy.

Unfortunately, their cries, no matter how loud, were futile. Without the power boost from the Zhu Xian Jian, Hong Huang held no advantages. They had exhausted their foundations, and Zhu Tian had done the same, but most crucially, the fighting spirit of Zhu Tian—from the quasi-emperors to the juniors—was stronger than ever before.

"Fight! Fight them to death for me!"

The shouts of battle rang out fiercely, with curses even more exhilarating. Every battlefield echoed with them, showcasing the fierce spirit of Zhu Tian's people. Their suppressed rage erupted completely, driving Hong Huang's forces into total disarray.

"How many years has it been since we've felt this exhilarating?"

Long Cang Jie wielded his immortal sword like a phantom of the night. Wherever he went, a Hong Huang quasi-emperor fell, his attacks unpredictable and deadly, destroying both body and divine soul in one strike.

Like him, there were many others—divine generals, emperors, saintly venerables, Di Ji, the four great sword cultivators, and countless strong warriors of Zhu Tian—who were aggressively targeting Hong Huang's quasi-emperors. Each one was overwhelmingly dominant, determined to wipe out Hong Huang's peak forces one by one. Only by thoroughly crippling Hong Huang would they learn their lesson and remember the pain.

Kill!

With their seniors leading the charge, the younger generations fought just as madly, relentlessly pursuing Hong Huang's forces.

It was a sea of blood-soaked battlefields, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, turning the place into an endless hell. Shrieks, wails, roars, and battle cries intertwined into dirges of death. Lives were as worthless as weeds, and the first batch of beings in the heavens and earth had been slaughtered beyond count.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

At the peak of Tian Xu Forbidden Zone, Di Mie clicked his tongue incessantly. From the moment Zhu Tian and Hong Huang clans clashed, he had been a mere observer. The war had dragged on, with both sides experiencing wins and losses, but this time was different—the entire Hong Huang army was in full retreat, unable to stand their ground.

"Could the return of that Sheng Ti truly wield such immense power?"

Tian Zhu murmured to himself, as if it was precisely Ye Chen's comeback that had completely shifted the war's dynamics. That intangible belief of the common people was indeed a strange force, and Da Chu's tenth emperor seemed like a harbinger of fortune. Wherever he was, miracles followed.

"Oh, you foolish Hong Huang!"

Huang Quan Tian Wang sighed, a line he had repeated countless times—from when Hong Lian Nv Di burned the eight desolate gods, to when Da Cheng Sheng Ti banished Hong Huang. How many wars and devastating casualties had there been? Time and again, they stirred trouble, only to be subdued, yet they never learned.

"You all should take this as a warning. In the future, when you leave the forbidden zones, don't be so arrogant."

That rascal Di Mie stroked his beard, adopting the air of an elder lecturing the younger generation.

And by "younger generation," he meant the five young emperors of the forbidden zones.

His words went in one ear and out the other for Tian Xu Di Zi and the others. They simply watched a water screen quietly, focusing on a figure within it—dressed in purple robes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by a haze of chaos.

"Is that the Hun Dun Ti?"

Lian Yu Di Zi murmured softly, his eyes full of wariness.

"So powerful."

Tian Xu Di Zi's expression was the same.

The legendary most perfect bloodline was no exaggeration. In the same realm, its combat power was absolutely on par with Sheng Ti, beyond what they could rival. Even among young emperors, there were strengths and weaknesses, highs and lows.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As they watched, the Hun Dun Ti's slaughter was extremely bloody. Wielding the supreme Dao emperor weapon, the God-Striking Whip, he advanced while killing, taking down one enemy per strike. If Ye Chen could slaughter the strongest peaks, so could he.

"You bastard, you nearly got me killed earlier."

Ming Jue was there too, grumbling nonstop, the shadow of that event still lingering.

"We'll talk after the battle."

Hun Dun Ti had no time for him, locking onto a Qiong Qi and charging straight for it.

"Talk my ass."

Ming Jue muttered under his breath and dashed off in another direction, brandishing his supreme Dao emperor sword with ferocious might. He vented all his anger toward Hun Dun Ti on Hong Huang's people, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Equally ferocious were the Zhu Tian emperor-level figures, including all the emperor sons, Chen Yi, Dong Zhou Wu Wang, and others. Since the war began, they had gathered in force and pushed forward relentlessly.

But if anyone was the most relentless, it was Da Chu's tenth emperor.

He was truly overbearing, wielding his Dao sword and chasing millions of troops in a desperate flight. Every time he caught up, Hong Huang blood flowed like a river—not just one, but swaths at a time. Hong Huang clan emperors were no match, nor were the strongest peaks. Behind him lay a bloody path paved with Hong Huang bones, as he advanced over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

The fleeing Hong Huang clan emperors raged until their insides burned with pain, and fear shook their souls to the core. Above all, they felt regret. So many opportunities to kill Ye Chen had been missed, time and again, allowing a Sheng Ti to rise. Now at half-step great accomplishment, he was unbeatable.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, his sword shattering the immortal dome and carving out an immortal river.

Boom!

In the void, a hidden domain gate passage was severed, and a blood-drenched figure tumbled out. It was the Mang Jiao clan's emperor son, who had participated in the Tian Zun ruins back in the day. Nearly all Hong Huang clan emperor sons had been wiped out, and he was the one who slipped through the net—a true son of a great emperor.

Kill!

The Mang Jiao emperor son roared in fury, gripping his emperor sword and cleaving through the vast cosmos.

Ye Chen sneered, evading with an emperor-level ethereal step, then instantly closed in.

The Mang Jiao emperor son's face paled in terror, frantically retreating.

But it was too late—Ye Chen's Dao sword had already beheaded him. With one hand, Ye Chen pulled out his divine soul essence and used the Reversal of Worldly Reincarnation to utterly destroy his consciousness, leaving only pure divine soul power.

"No! No! No!"

The emperor son's wail was piercing. As a son of a great emperor, bearing an immortal lineage and wielding a supreme Dao emperor weapon, he couldn't even last a single round against Ye Chen. How could he face his ancestors? He had utterly disgraced his father's glory.

Ye Chen's eyes were ice-cold, without a shred of mercy. He erased his consciousness and absorbed his divine soul.

"You deserve to die."

The Mang Jiao clan's experts arrived en masse, launching overwhelming attacks from all sides.

Roar!

A dragon's roar erupted as the Ba Bu Tian Long appeared again, its tail sweeping across heaven and earth, flinging the newly arrived Mang Jiao experts through the air. Over ninety percent of them had their bodies shattered.

Zing!

Ye Chen didn't even glance their way, sweeping his sword across the eight directions and slaughtering them all.

Run!

Hong Huang's howls were filled with terror. Domain gates sprang up one after another, as they desperately tried to flee this starry sky and escape Ye Chen's grasp. The god of slaughter was too terrifying.

"Escape?"

Ye Chen gripped his Dao sword and pursued into a domain gate. Soon, booming sounds filled the void. When the domain gate passage collapsed again, the air was filled with soulless bodies plummeting and exploding into blood mist, adding another layer of crimson to the starry sky.

Zing! Zing!

The Dao sword hummed, drenched in Hong Huang blood, its killing aura surging.

Come out!

Ye Chen roared, shattering countless domain gate passages. The Hong Huang people inside were blasted into the air, blood-soaked figures that collided with a storm of ten thousand swords before they could fall, perishing in waves. Even the strongest quasi-emperors couldn't withstand Ye Chen's assault.

"Go!"

Even Hong Huang's strongest peaks dared not look back, fleeing for their lives.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes as the Dao sword dissipated. He transformed the Dao Sutra into a divine bow and condensed emperor essence into divine arrows.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The vast starry sky bloomed with blood flowers, each one strikingly vivid.

Ye Chen's aim was spot-on, chasing and shooting one by one, picking off targets precisely. Every arrow fired meant a Hong Huang expert's demise. He ignored the minor foes, focusing solely on exterminating quasi-emperors. None could withstand a single arrow, not even the strongest peaks.

What he was doing was no longer war—it was his one-sided massacre.

"Do you truly intend to fight to the death?"

"If our clan's great emperors were still alive, would you dare act so recklessly? Dare to bully Hong Huang?"

"You will be cursed for eternity."

Hong Huang's furious shouts echoed through the stars, from quasi-emperors in their final roars. They cursed Ye Chen just as they had cursed Di Huang in the past, filled with rage and resentment—not just toward Ye Chen and Di Huang, but toward the entire lineage of Huang Gu Sheng Ti.

Reckless? Bullying? Cursed?

Ye Chen's laughter was cold and desolate, laced with profound grief. It carried a pressure that shook the universe, collapsing the stars and fracturing the cosmos, turning countless Hong Huang people into blood mist.

Hong Huang's words only fueled his raging fury.

It seemed Zhu Tian was the one truly bullied. How many times had the heavenly demons invaded, only for the common people of the myriad realms to build bloody walls with their own flesh and bones? And in exchange, Hong Huang had repeatedly slaughtered them. They were even more hateful than the heavenly demon realm.

Boom!

The Huang Gu Sheng Ti was enraged, making the heavens tremble. Ye Chen now shared the same resolve as Di Huang had back then. In this brutal world, where might makes right; in this realm where winners write the history of black and white—then let there be slaughter, piling corpses into mountains and rivers of blood. The blood debts incurred must be repaid in blood. Where was the talk of eternal curses?

Kill!

Ye Chen's massacre began anew.

Gazing across the starry sky, the scene was heart-wrenching—waves of Hong Huang experts turned to blood mist in the void, their bodies and divine souls completely vanishing under his blade. The golden Huang Gu Sheng Ti was stained with Hong Huang's fresh blood.

He was truly a tyrannical god of death, harvesting lives to quench his towering rage. He would teach the so-called Hong Huang clans what it meant to be the common people of the myriad realms.

For this, he would tread over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, killing all the way to the edge of the universe, slaughtering until even gods and humans were outraged, to demand justice for Zhu Tian and the fallen heroes.

Ah...!

Hong Huang's wails were beyond miserable, reduced to utter chaos by Ye Chen alone. Where was their former tyranny? Where was their lofty dignity? They were more wretched than ants, like stray dogs fleeing to the end of time.