Chapter 2775: Death of an Emperor

E Mo Emperor gritted his teeth, his combat power greatly diminished, yet his laws were regathering. The emperor's visions imprinted with destructive forces still made him awe-inspiring across the universe.

Ye Chen remained silent, responding only with his most powerful attacks. The Nine Paths of Eight Wastelands converged into one, overwhelmingly fierce and unyielding.

E Mo Emperor snorted coldly and struck out with a palm.

Boom!

The sacred fist collided with the emperor's palm, producing a thunderous roar. A halo of annihilation spread out, causing space to shatter inch by inch wherever it passed. In the ongoing battles, countless E Mo troops and allied cultivators were destroyed in body and spirit.

Witnessing this, Ye Chen shot up into the sky like a divine ray, heading straight for the highest reaches of the ethereal realm. E Mo Emperor cared nothing for his clan's survival, but Ye Chen was deeply concerned for the fate of the various heavens.

Once again, he opened the path to Tai Shang Heaven.

Boom!

E Mo Emperor followed closely, his massive emperor eyes blasting out lightning, aimed at Ye Chen's true form.

Break!

Ye Chen roared, slashing with a sword to destroy it.

In an instant, E Mo Emperor closed in, his palm like a divine blade, splitting open Ye Chen's chest and snapping three of his sacred body ribs. Drenched in dark sacred blood, the palm sought to explode.

Pfft!

Though struck by the emperor's palm, Ye Chen did not suffer a loss. He condensed thousands of secret techniques into a single finger, piercing a bloody hole in E Mo Emperor's body. It was infused with the power of reincarnation and inscribed with Hun Dun laws, fully dissolving the emperor's forces.

Without the Mo Zhu for support, E Mo Emperor's combat power had plummeted, and even his emperor body, once immune to all laws, had lost some protective strength. This was why Ye Chen could easily pierce a hole with one finger.

Kill!

E Mo Emperor howled, striking with all six arms at once—fists, palm blades, or finger lights—all unleashed in a single moment. Having more arms certainly had its advantages.

Roar!

A dragon's roar erupted as Ye Chen invoked the Eightfold Heavenly Dragons.

The eight divine dragons swung their tails with extreme ferocity and dominance, neutralizing the attacks. Even E Mo Emperor was flung away on the spot. As before, without the Mo Zhu, his emperor forces were weakened. The Eightfold Heavenly Dragons, which could hardly harm a great emperor earlier, now made even him unable to withstand their tails. Cracks spread across his emperor body, with emperor blood spurting from the fissures.

Swallow!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, summoning the Golden Immortal Sea fused with Hun Dun immortal fire and enhanced by his sacred body essence. It formed a sea of flames that covered all of Tai Shang Heaven. E Mo Emperor, who had just stabilized himself, was instantly engulfed.

"Open for me!"

E Mo Emperor roared, raising his six demonic hands to the sky. Each fingertip was wrapped in emperor laws, tearing through the sea of fire as he leaped out like a dragon. But he collided head-on with Ye Chen, who landed a solid punch. His newly healed emperor body exploded with blood and bone, and one arm was obliterated.

"Since you've come to the various heavens, don't think about leaving."

Ye Chen shouted resoundingly, closing in aggressively.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

For an emperor to be approached by the Ancient Sacred Body was a disaster. He was no exception. Each golden fist carried the power to shatter heavens and earth, striking blood with every hit, growing more dominant with each blow. Every time E Mo Emperor tried to counterattack, he was forcefully repelled by Ye Chen. Despite his full array of emperor immortal techniques and burning emperor blood, he had no power to fight back. Ye Chen hammered him all the way from the eastern ethereal realm to the western skies, with emperor bones and blood splattering across Tai Shang Heaven.

"How is this possible?"

In the starry sky, the battling E Mo soldiers and generals trembled at the sight. That was their supreme ruler—a genuine mid-tier great emperor—being relentlessly pounded by a mere Quasi-Emperor, unable to lift his head.

Fight!

In contrast to the E Mo forces, the allied cultivators' fighting spirit soared to the heavens. Ye Chen lived up to the name of the Sacred Body, upholding the dignity of the various heavens, and they were not about to fall behind.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood light flashed as swaths of E Mo soldiers and generals were buried in the void. With even the great emperor's power greatly diminished, how could they fare any better? They had driven the allied forces into retreat earlier, but now they were being slaughtered into utter disarray.

This turnaround was all thanks to Yao Chi and the various emperor descendants, who had launched a relentless assault, nearly wiping out their forces and destroying the Qian Tian Mo Zhu. This not only weakened E Mo Emperor but also dealt a devastating blow to the E Mo troops.

Pfft!

In Tai Shang Heaven, E Mo Emperor suffered another heavy wound as Ye Chen's finger pierced through his blood-red emperor eyes.

Ah!

E Mo Emperor bellowed, enduring Ye Chen's sword strike and using his emperor escape technique to flee to a distance of ten thousand zhang.

Boom!

Immediately after, the heavens and earth collapsed.

E Mo Emperor went berserk, unfolding his emperor visions—a vast expanse of dark demonic land. The sky there was dim, with lightning and thunder, mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and wails of fierce ghosts. It had buried countless lives as sacrifices for his emperor path.

Boom!

Opposite him, yin and yang exploded.

Ye Chen issued a cold command, also opening his Hun Dun realm. It evolved all things—mountains and rivers interspersed, lush trees, swirling immortal energy, shooting Hun Dun light, with faint strands of Hun Dun laws appearing. Even the landscapes seemed alive and vibrant.

Boom!

The emperor's demonic land and the Hun Dun realm collided in the ethereal realm, causing the demonic land to crumble inch by inch and the Hun Dun realm to fragment. They unleashed apocalyptic light.

Kill!

Fight!

The emperor was like a demonic god, his face terrifyingly sinister as he unleashed emperor immortal techniques one after another, each strike demolishing the heavens and earth.

The Sacred Body was like a war god, intimidating the four seas and devouring the eight wastelands. In his blood-succession form, he was even more demonic than the emperor, swallowing the last trace of light in the world.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

One emperor and one Sacred Body stood in the eastern ethereal realm and the western void, respectively, engaging in a barrage of mystical arts. Palm prints, fist shadows, sword lights, and blade auras filled the sky, overturning the heavens and earth and disrupting the laws.

Blood rained down, including emperor blood and sacred blood, each drop as heavy as a mountain, shattering the void as it fell. The drops transformed into dragon shapes mid-fall, continuing their relentless assault until one was dead.

Elsewhere, two others fought just as fiercely.

Hei Lian Empress was being hammered mercilessly, her injuries severe without the Mo Zhu to support her. Her essence diminished with every use, and each emperor technique invoked backlash from the void. Her graceful emperor body was stained with emperor blood.

As for the various Quasi-Emperors, they were in no better shape.

More than half of the allied peak experts had lost their human forms. A mid-tier great emperor was terrifying, even without the Mo Zhu as her foundation—her depths were still frightening. Defeating her was easy; truly exterminating her was hard.

After all, she was no mere entry-level great emperor.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In the western star domain, blood light raged.

The battered starry sky echoed with continuous booms.

Qian Kun Emperor was covered in blood, cornered in the void. Among the three invading great emperors, he seemed the most wretched, his combat power the weakest, leaving him unsteady on his feet.

Like the imperial figures, Sheng Zun and Jian Shen were also gravely wounded, fighting with blood-soaked bodies without giving Qian Kun Emperor a moment's respite.

"Slay the emperor! Slay the emperor!"

Fu Ya, back at the peak of Tian Xuan Gate, clenched his fists tightly, the cracking sound echoing. Through the Huan Tian water curtain, he watched the emperor battle, his blood boiling.

Ren Wang said nothing. While observing the war, he occasionally glanced toward the depths of Tian Xuan Gate, his old eyes profound. He still didn't know who had repelled Hei Lian Empress twice, sending her flying—it was too extraordinary. Who was that divine being, and why hadn't they emerged to help?

His doubts were shared by the various Quasi-Emperors. Even he didn't know, let alone others. They only knew that Tian Xuan Gate harbored an emperor-like existence.

Kill!

Fight!

The cries of battle shattered Ren Wang's thoughts, and he finally focused fully on the fight.

Since the Mo Zhu's destruction, the allied forces had turned the tide. The Tian Mo clan was wiped out, and the Hei Lian and E Mo clans were in full retreat. From the great emperor down to the demonic soldiers, they were all being pursued and exterminated—it was only a matter of time.

Yet, no one dared to let their guard down.

Who could guarantee that some corner of the various heavens didn't hide another Mo Zhu, or that other emperors might descend? If so, who would face them?

There were too many uncertainties.

External threats existed, but so did internal ones.

Such as the Hong Huang clans.

After this war, regardless of victory or defeat, the various heavens would be left in ruins. If the Hong Huang clans stirred trouble then, it would spark another catastrophe. The snipe and clam fight while the fisherman profits—throughout history, the Hong Huang great clans had mastered this art.

Thus, some forces in the various heavens hadn't joined the battle, preserving a certain number of troops. It wasn't to guard against the Tian Mo or E Mo, but against the Hong Huang clans. In a way, they were even more detestable.

"I refuse to believe it."

Amid the battle cries, a roar shook the universe.

It was Qian Kun Emperor, driven to madness. His once indestructible emperor body was now etched with gruesome blood gashes, even half his skull shattered. The scars on his back were striking, with his spine exposed.

Soul sacrifice!

The old immortal venerable of Tian Jie buried his body and spirit, blood-sacrificing everything to form a divine light that merged into Qian Kun Emperor's body, becoming an imprint etched on his emperor bones—an ancient forbidden technique.

Pfft!

Qian Kun Emperor's emperor body exploded on the spot, and before it could heal, Jian Shen's sword pierced his skull, heavily damaging his primordial spirit.

Seal!

Jiu Jian San Ren snorted coldly, and billions of immortal swords rang out, forming the Zhu Xian sword array to trap Qian Kun Emperor.

Lao Jun chanted softly, forming a seal with one hand to create a rapidly spinning light ring around Qian Kun Emperor, infused with annihilating power. His emperor body collapsed once more.

Destroy!

Sheng Zun struck down with a palm from the heavens.

Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed, dark as ink. Qian Kun Emperor's mangled emperor body was obliterated on the spot, leaving only his primordial spirit adrift, attempting to reshape his body.

But the peak experts gave him no chance, splitting into two groups: one activated the ultimate emperor weapons for a heaven-defying seal, the other unleashed devastating strikes that blanketed the sky.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky collapsed.

Qian Kun Emperor's primordial spirit shattered into pieces.

Zheng!

A sword cry echoed from Di Ji, her sword devastating and all-conquering, fused with her lifelong laws and hundreds of divine abilities. It pierced straight through Qian Kun Emperor's primordial spirit.

This was a sword of destruction.

This sword extinguished the emperor's primordial fire.

"No! No! No!"

Qian Kun Emperor wailed, his eyes bulging and pupils contracting. A chilling intent from Jiu You enveloped his mind, stripping away all emperor dignity. His hysterical roars couldn't stop his crumbling primordial spirit.

Even an emperor, supreme and unparalleled, feared death in this moment.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous boom, Qian Kun Emperor's primordial spirit exploded violently. The lingering emperor aura formed a dark halo that spread across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The various peak Quasi-Emperors all spat blood, one after another being flung away. More than half had their bodies destroyed, and those with weaker foundations, like Xian Jun, narrowly escaped annihilation.