Chapter 2783: A Woman of Such Spirit, I Like It

Boom! Thunder rumbled from three directions across the heavens.

The Hong Huang army was assaulting Da Chu, Xuan Huang, and You Ming. They were dedicated to their siege, bombarding the barriers relentlessly with the same force that had previously broken through.

However, they still couldn't breach the defenses.

"Attack! Attack for me!"

The emperors of the Hong Huang clans were frenzied.

As clan emperors, they possessed keen minds. The longer this war dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for the Hong Huang forces. Once the heavens recovered their strength, the outcome would be awkward for them. Swift and decisive action was the true path to victory.

They knew the heavens relied on Ye Chen.

Fight on! Fight to the death. Once you're all exhausted, we'll take over. The heavens repelled the Tian Mo and E Mo, even slew great emperors—who would fear the Hong Huang?

Thus, every cultivator of the heavens harbored a suppressed rage, waiting to erupt. Their fury toward the Hong Huang surpassed even that against the outer domain invaders.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had crossed a vast star domain.

To his relief, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling were still alive. However, Chu Xuan's jade token was extremely dim, indicating she had suffered a fatal wound.

As he observed, Chu Xuan's condition was indeed dire. She was stranded in the starry void, unable to return to Da Chu or the heavens in time.

"Sister, hold on."

On a desolate ancient star in the west, Chu Ling's words carried a sob as she used her origin essence to heal Chu Xuan. Chu Xuan's injuries were too severe, affecting even her dao roots.

Nan Ming Yu Shu, Lin Shi Hua, Hao Tian Shi Yue, and Liu Ru Yan were also there, guarding the four directions and maintaining a concealment formation. They were also badly wounded, occasionally glancing back at Chu Xuan. Compared to her, their injuries were minor. Had Chu Xuan not fiercely battled the Tian Mo Nine Mo Lords, they might have all perished.

"I might not make it back."

Chu Xuan's voice was hoarse, her primordial spirit fire flickering, on the verge of extinction. She couldn't even summon a protective immortal light anymore, teetering on the edge of death.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Chu Ling refused to give up, mobilizing her origin essence and primordial spirit power to forcibly sustain Chu Xuan's spirit fire. As long as the spirit endured, so would life.

Chu Xuan smiled wearily, her eyelashes trembling, her dim beautiful eyes threatening to close forever at any moment.

Hehehe!

Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed through the heavens.

Then, Hong Huang aura poured down from the sky.

Qiong Qi clan experts had arrived, numbering in the hundreds, with more than half being quasi-emperors, including one at the peak realm who was extraordinarily powerful.

"Big fish, a whole nest of them."

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor grinned maliciously, standing in the vast void and overlooking the shattered mountain range. His blood-red eyes gleamed with intense, heated light, as if piercing through the concealment formation to see Chu Xuan and the others—Ye Chen's wives, whom he recognized all too well.

"After searching high and low, we've found them at last!"

The other Hong Huang experts licked their lips, their violent eyes filled with excitement, their expressions lewd and unrestrained.

"Damn it."

Hao Tian Shi Yue snorted coldly, her expression grave. Nan Ming Yu Shu and the others looked equally grim. Even at their peak, they might not defeat such a force, let alone now, when they were all half-dead and no match for the Qiong Qi.

"I'll hold them off. Escape in the chaos."

The words came in unison, miraculously synchronized, from Chu Ling, as well as from Nan Ming Yu Shu, Lin Shi Hua, Liu Ru Yan, and Hao Tian Shi Yue.

Before the words faded, their bloodstained hair turned strand by strand to snow white as they activated a forbidden technique to forcibly boost their combat power.

The women exchanged smiles, a warm current surging among them.

Chu Ling sealed Chu Xuan away into her small world, gripped her immortal sword, and filled her eyes with resolve.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The Qiong Qi quasi-emperor clicked his tongue at the sight, sighing in admiration. The more they resisted, the hotter their desires burned. They reveled in the despair of others, especially Ye Chen's wives.

"Capture them alive."

The peak Qiong Qi quasi-emperor chuckled darkly, his words casual.

At his command, the hundreds of Qiong Qi experts activated their artifacts, unleashing divine might that shone with various colors, like radiant stars arrayed across the void.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, attacks rained down from the sky.

The defensive formation shattered on the spot, and the already ruined mountains exploded one by one, leveling the surrounding ten thousand li in an instant.

"Capture them alive."

The Qiong Qi experts surged downward, eager not to be left behind.

Chu Ling swung her sword, manifesting an immortal river that struck down the foremost Qiong Qi quasi-emperor, sending him flying. The Hong Huang experts who followed suffered heavy casualties, with saints and great saints falling in droves.

"Such fierceness—I like it."

Two Qiong Qi quasi-emperors charged in, one wielding a bronze furnace artifact and the other a divine mirror, descending from above and crushing space inch by inch.

"Break!"

Nan Ming Yu Shu shouted lightly, two immortal swords flying from her brow—a pair passed down from Ye Chen, obtained from Tian Jie and forged from immortal iron.

Clang! Pound!

The immortal swords dominated, shattering the divine mirror and splitting the bronze furnace, jolting the two quasi-emperors with muffled grunts.

"Seal!"

A third Qiong Qi quasi-emperor arrived, slamming down his palm engraved with formations, its dense array patterns sealing the four directions and forbidding yin and yang.

"Break!"

Hao Tian Shi Yue cast her spell, disrupting the heavens and earth to shatter the formation, but the backlash made her spit blood again.

Hehehe!

Sinister laughter arose, carrying irresistible demonic power, as two more Qiong Qi experts appeared, one from the east and one from the west. One transformed into a blazing sun, the other into a bright moon, their lights illuminating and shrouding everything.

"Extinguish!"

Lin Shi Hua and Liu Ru Yan struck together, each delivering a palm that defied the heavens and destroyed the sun and moon.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

After one wave of attacks, the Qiong Qi experts fully arrived.

The great battle erupted.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the void, space collapsed in sheets, and blood rain poured like light, drenching the sky—from both the Qiong Qi clan and Nan Ming Yu Shu's group.

Ye Chen's wives were no less formidable than men; they had slain Tian Mo and could slaughter Hong Huang. Despite being surrounded by hundreds of Qiong Qi, they refused to be taken down.

Keep in mind, they were all severely injured.

"Waste."

The unbeaten peak Qiong Qi quasi-emperor sneered, descending from the sky and stomping the void to pieces. He struck Chu Ling with a palm, sending her spitting blood, then flipped his hand to blast Nan Ming Yu Shu into the depths below. Finally, with a domineering ancient seal, he slammed Lin Shi Hua, Liu Ru Yan, and Hao Tian Shi Yue straight down from the heavens.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Several thunderous crashes followed.

The ground suddenly gained five deep craters, smashed out by Chu Ling and the others. They could still fight ordinary quasi-emperors, but against a peak realm expert, they were outmatched—due to cultivation suppression and their grave wounds. After all, they weren't Ye Chen or Ji Ning Shuang, lacking that heaven-defying power.

The world finally fell silent.

The Qiong Qi experts in the sky grinned maliciously, looking down from above.

The scene below was not only tragic but also poignantly beautiful.

Chu Ling and the others were covered in blood, swaying unsteadily as they supported one another, barely able to stand, with fresh blood constantly flowing from their mouths.

"No way out."

The women smiled wearily, showing no fear.

In their eyes, resolve dominated. They might die, but they would never be captured alive. The Saint Body's unyielding spirit meant standing in death, not kneeling in life. They would never bring shame to Ye Chen.

"Chu Ling is mine."

"The eleventh emperor of Da Chu, I'll take her."

"This one, the daughter of the Xuan Emperor, belongs to me."

Sinister laughter echoed as grotesque demonic hands reached down from the void, eyes gleaming with lewd malice, thrilled to the point of madness. The taste of Ye Chen's wives must be exquisite.

"It's time to go."

The women murmured softly, activating a divine pattern etched on their souls—a self-destruction immortal technique they had long prepared.

In that instant, their eyes grew hazy. In the blur, they seemed to see a silhouette, rugged and steadfast, his name Ye Chen.

Yet, before they could detonate the divine pattern, a golden light shot straight down from the sky, landing with a boom that shattered the heavens and earth, shaking the immortal firmament. The golden radiance was dazzling and piercing.

Ye Chen had arrived, his aura swallowing the eight directions.