Chapter 2809: Still Arrogant?

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. Yue Huang was stunned, Ye Ling was stunned, and all the veteran Zhun Di present were also stunned. Had the Lingxiao Bao Dian come to life? It had just pulled those two people inside out of nowhere.

Only Ye Chen remained relatively calm, as he had anticipated such a development. Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, and Ruo Xi had a profound connection, so it was no surprise that the Lingxiao Bao Dian knew about it. Pulling them in must serve some purpose.

"What do you mean by this?"

Ye Chen turned around and stared at the Lingxiao Bao Dian.

The treasure hall ignored him completely, showing no reaction.

"You big lump, let go of my mother!"

Ye Ling's voice was clear and quite piercing.

Well, now, as soon as Ye Ling called out "mother," the Lingxiao Bao Dian trembled with a loud hum, though it was unclear if it was from excitement or anger—the shaking was intense.

Everyone present, including Yue Huang and the various Zhun Di, was jolted off balance. A supreme aura emanated from the hall's structure, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and making it hard for the Zhun Di to breathe. The pressure was overwhelmingly strong.

Ye Ling was frightened and hid behind Ye Chen, peeking out with half her head. This palace seemed to have a bad temper and was easily prone to outbursts.

After a long while, the Lingxiao Bao Dian finally quieted down, though it still trembled occasionally. This time, it wasn't out of anger; it felt more like a domain gate activating. A child? Did they have a child?

"Release her quickly."

Ye Chen's face darkened a bit. Stop trying to scare me.

Hum!

The Lingxiao Bao Dian trembled again.

Then, little Ye Ling, who was standing behind Ye Chen, was suddenly yanked into the hall. The action was so swift that even the veteran Zhun Di on site couldn't react in time.

Zing!

Ye Chen wasn't having it. He casually drew his Di Jian.

"Release them, and do it quickly."

"On our turf, and you still dare to act tough?"

The Hun Dun Da Ding and Hun Dun Huo emerged from the small world, one on the left and one on the right, hovering in the air and shouting noisily. They had long been displeased with this palace.

The Lingxiao Bao Dian paid them no mind and didn't bother responding.

Without a word, Ye Chen stepped into the hall.

Bang! Clang!

Soon enough, he was flung out by the treasure hall, stumbling back more than ten steps. If Yue Huang hadn't raised a hand to block him, he would have been pushed back even farther.

Gulp!

All the Zhun Di swallowed hard. That was Ye Chen, after all—a genuine peak Zhun Di and the Desolate Ancient Saint Body, just half a step from great accomplishment. He had slain more than one emperor, including a mid-tier great emperor. Yet, he was tossed out by a mere hall. Just how terrifyingly powerful was this Lingxiao Bao Dian?

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The Lingxiao Bao Dian vibrated three times in succession, as if saying, I'm not harming them, so you go cool off wherever you came from. They'll be released eventually.

"You're really something."

Ye Chen gave a thumbs-up, his tone meaningful. In that instant, a little idea took root in his mind: once he achieved great accomplishment, he would definitely deal with this Lingxiao Bao Dian. You think you're all that?

"What's this?"

Bang, bang, bang!

"Good stuff, could sell for a lot."

From inside the hall, Ye Ling's words kept coming. The little girl was restless as soon as she entered, looking here and there, even carrying a small stick to tap the copper pillars and poke the ancient lamps.

It wasn't an exaggeration—her whole set of actions was just like Ye Chen's when he had entered the Lingxiao Bao Dian years ago. They were identical, like a pair of thieves, both looking shifty and eyeing everything with greedy eyes.

They're definitely father and daughter!

That was the Lingxiao Bao Dian's assessment. No need to check bloodlines; just looking at their behavior made it clear they were from the same lineage.

Bang, bang, bang!

Ye Ling continued exploring, showing no fear at all. In fact, she felt an unexpected sense of closeness to the treasure hall, even the breeze blowing through it felt warm.

The girl was smart and figured the hall wouldn't hurt her.

Indeed, the hall didn't flare up; even its humming sounded gentler, like an indulgent grandfather doting on his granddaughter, unwilling to scold or strike.

Honestly, if Ye Chen had been knocking around like that, it would have lost its temper and tossed him far away. It might dote on your precious daughter, but that doesn't mean it likes you.

"Ling'er, remember to come home often."

Ye Chen sheathed his Di Jian, his words full of earnest advice.

"Dad, I'll miss you."

Ye Ling chuckled mischievously, looking quite playful.

That phrase "come home often" carried a deeper meaning, and only little Ye Ling understood it: basically, don't hold back—bring home as many treasures as you can.

In reality, the little girl was already casing the joint.

Casing the joint meant, like a thief marking targets, first scoping out the valuables and then planning the heist later. Ye Chen's skills in this had rubbed off on her perfectly.

Ye Chen took one last look and then turned to disappear.

The vast universe returned to normal, but the great war raged on. Although the forced-out Hong Huang forces were no match for the various heavens, there were still some exceptional ones among them.

As he had expected, the Hong Huang had plenty of powerful beings. When Ye Chen arrived at a battlefield, he found that Niu Mo Wang and Jiao Long Wang had already been badly beaten in their two-against-one fight.

Glancing at the Hong Huang expert opposite them, the creature exuded overwhelming vital energy. Its true form was a wicked dragon, not from an emperor-level lineage but still at the ultimate peak level, with combat power rivaling that of an emperor. Its purple-gold divine robe fluttered wildly, its domineering aura booming like thunder.

However, no matter how formidable, when it caught sight of Ye Chen, it cowered instantly and without warning. Like that purple-robed wicked dragon, it turned into a streak of divine light and fled. How could it compete? Ye Chen had slain even mid-tier great emperors; ten of them wouldn't stand a chance.

"Can you escape?"

Ye Chen said lightly, striding across the void in one step. He flipped his hand and unleashed a palm strike that blanketed the sky, inscribed with seal scripts that could annihilate worlds, collapsing that entire stretch of stars.

Pfft!

The purple robe staggered and spat out blood on the spot.

Boom!

Before it could steady itself, Ye Chen was upon it like a ghost.

The purple-robed wicked dragon's expression changed drastically as it tried to flee, but it was too late. Ye Chen's finger had already arrived, its power utterly dominant, piercing straight through its brow.

Pfft!

The dark blood spray was strikingly vivid.

This mighty Hong Huang Zhun Di, a fearsome ultimate-level expert, was killed with a single finger. In its final moment, its eyes bulged wide, pupils contracted in terror, and it didn't even have time to scream.

In that same instant, Ye Chen reached out and used the Steal Heaven Technique, plunging his hand into the wicked dragon's small world. He swept away all the treasures inside—source stones, pills, artifacts—leaving nothing behind.

Apart from those, there was a streak of black lightning, not of a high level but belonging to the true lightning category, crackling with energy. He caught it and tossed it to Tian Lei.

"You're always so flashy, no matter where you go!"

Niu Mo Wang and the others clicked their tongues in amazement as they approached unsteadily. Those two had been struggling in their two-against-one fight against the purple-robed wicked dragon, but Ye Chen had finished it off with one finger.

What can you say? Anyone who's slain emperors is a force to be reckoned with.

Ye Chen smiled and turned to leave.

After he departed, two streaks of emperor essence flew back, one merging into Niu Mo Wang and the other into Jiao Long Wang, like gifts bestowed upon them.

"Treasure!"

Niu Mo Wang grinned widely and tossed aside his battle axe.

"Treasure!"

Jiao Long Wang chuckled and discarded his war spear.

This great demon and great fiend—one a massive serpent, the other a burly ox—stopped focusing on the fight and started studying the emperor essence on their heads. It was incredibly powerful!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

While they were chatting idly, Ye Chen was on a killing spree elsewhere, tracking down more Hong Huang experts hiding in the void. None escaped his notice. With a palm strike followed by a Ten Thousand Swords Converging attack, he wiped them out. No ultimate-level expert could withstand his assaults, especially since he wielded the Di Jian.

In the Eastern Star Domain, he found his wives, all clad in battle armor and holding blood-dripping immortal swords. Their ethereal beauty was overshadowed by their fierce killing intent, making them like female war gods.

"Five years without seeing you, and you're still alive?"

Nan Ming Yu Shu gave him a sideways glance, her tone full of irritation.

"You're seriously lacking in love."

Ye Chen pursed his lips, placing his left hand on Xuan Nu's shoulder and his right on Luo Xi's, channeling his vast Saint Body essence into them. These two wives of his had been injured.

Nan Ming Yu Shu's face turned red in an instant.

Xi Yan and Lin Shi Hua burst into suppressed giggles.

Hm?

Ye Chen suddenly furrowed his brow and looked toward the vast sky, his eyes narrowing slightly. In the previous moment, he had faintly detected a very familiar aura: Zhao Yun.