Chapter 2871: No One in the Heavens?

"Senior, please go to the Xing Kong to assist in the battle."

Ye Chen left those words behind and ascended into the sky in a single step. He opened a Di Dao Domain Gate and instantly stepped through it. He was heading for Xuan Huang, where the Tian Mo Di awaited, intending to slaughter them in the shortest possible time.

Buzz!

Di Ji also opened a domain gate and vanished in a flash.

"Damn it."

In the domain gate passage, Ye Chen's expression was icy cold. At this critical moment, invaders from the outer domains had arrived, and not just one Tian Mo Di. With no supreme peak experts guarding the Zhutian, the battle must be raging fiercely.

However, what surprised him was that he only detected the aura of the Tian Mo Di and not that of a larger demonic army.

Could it be that only the emperors had come?

As he pondered this, he spat out blood again.

They had emerged from the passage, but both were badly injured. Di Ji had an otherworldly beauty, yet that woman's physical body was extraordinarily powerful. The collision had shattered his Sheng bones, and worse still, the backlash from the spacetime laws was extremely domineering. Even now, his Sheng bones were still fracturing.

If even he was in such a dire state, Di Ji must be even worse off. In terms of physical strength, she was far inferior to the Sheng Ti, and the backlash from the spacetime laws was the most unbearable part.

They had made it out, but both were in a state of critical injury.

"Suppress it for me."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and mobilized his origin essence, forcefully erasing the backlash and healing his Sheng Ti, reconnecting his Sheng bones. He shoved healing pills into his mouth one after another. A fierce battle was coming next. An initial-stage great emperor would be manageable—even if he wasn't at his peak, he could still overpower them. But if it was a mid-stage great emperor, he would have to fight desperately.

War!

In the Zhongzhou of Xuan Huang, roars shook the heavens and earth. The cultivators of the Zhutian continued to charge forward relentlessly, with the older generations going mad. They knew it meant death, yet they rushed like moths to a flame, sacrificing themselves to carve out a sliver of hope for the younger ones. Even holding out for just a few moments could allow reinforcements from the Zhutian to arrive.

"Ants, you are all ants."

The Fifth Tian Mo Di laughed wildly and recklessly, swinging his palm with abandon, shattering the heavens and earth, and causing blood to spray everywhere.

Look up at the sky—it was shrouded in a curtain of blood.

Look at the great emperors—mountains of corpses had piled up, rivers of fresh blood flowed, and what was once a sacred land of cultivators had turned into a hellish abyss.

"Laugh, I'll make you laugh."

Xiao Yuan Huang charged in, his ape form instantly growing to over a thousand zhang tall. Gripping his imperial weapon, the iron staff, he smashed it down from the heavens in his most powerful strike yet, capable of demolishing a hundred thousand rivers and mountains.

"Overestimating yourself."

The Fifth Tian Mo Di sneered and met the staff with a casual palm.

Boom!

The dull sound of metal clashing echoed as Xiao Yuan Huang spat blood and was flung back, his arms exploding. The imperial weapon in his hand buzzed violently, its radiant imperial glow dimming instantly, and the weapon's spirit nearly extinguished by the emperor's palm.

"Not bad, this staff."

The Fifth Tian Mo Di chuckled darkly and reached out toward Xiao Yuan Huang, eager to claim the iron staff. It was forged from divine iron, and if refined and integrated into his own life-bound imperial weapon, it would surely enhance it.

"Take this from my old ox— one axe!"

Kui Niu rushed in, having invoked some secret technique that made his bovine form gleam with golden light, with divine patterns etched on his forehead. He swung his axe, splitting the universe apart.

"Get lost."

The Fifth Tian Mo Di snorted coldly and countered with another palm.

Boom! Pfft!

Two sounds rang out in succession as Kui Niu was sent flying, his imperial weapon knocked away and his bovine body exploding, scattering blood and bones.

War!

The veteran Quasi Emperors howled and attacked in waves.

Sadly, no matter how many came, they were no match for the supreme being. A single sweep of his palm destroyed over ninety percent of them on the spot, while the remaining few were reduced to Yuan Shen states and obliterated into ash by the lingering imperial waves.

The Fifth Tian Mo Di paid them no mind, focused solely on seizing Xiao Yuan Huang's iron staff.

Roar!

Nan Di transformed into his true form and charged forward.

The emperor ignored him completely, nearly stomping Nan Di into dust with one foot. Too many emperor-level figures attacked, but none could halt the emperor's advance, and one after another, they fell in blood.

"This staff of yours belongs to me now."

The Fifth Tian Mo Di laughed sinisterly as his palm covered the sky.

Pfft!

Xiao Yuan Huang, who had just steadied himself, was crushed, his ape form exploding. In an instant, he would turn to ash.

"Bullying the Zhutian with no one?"

In that moment, a roar echoed across Xuan Huang.

At the same time, a golden fist blasted in from the distant horizon, carrying the power to destroy heavens and earth, collapsing yin and yang, and piercing through the universe.

Pfft!

The Fifth Tian Mo Di, who had been sneering a second ago, was sent flying by the punch, his imperial body shattering, his imperial bones stained with blood, scattering across the skies.

"Old Seven."

Xiao Yuan Huang managed a weary smile, recognizing Ye Chen's voice and his Ba Huang Fist. In all the world, only he could deliver such a domineering punch.

"He's back, the Sheng Ti is back."

"Our Zhutian's war god has returned."

The staggering Zhutian cultivators were moved to tears, their eyes brimming with emotion. They had held on, sacrificing countless lives to block this emperor, and finally, reinforcements from the Zhutian had arrived.

Ye Chen— just hearing that name made fresh blood burn like wildfire. He carried the hopes of all living beings.

Boom!

In the distance, the Fifth Tian Mo Di steadied himself, stomping a mountain into rubble. Gazing in that direction, he was in disbelief. He hadn't expected the Zhutian to have a Sheng Ti capable of sending him flying with one punch. It had to be a Dacheng Sheng Ti, far beyond his expectations.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Chen strode through the sky, each step making the universe tremble. His entire body radiated divine light, his Sheng Ti forged like gold, with golden immortal glow illuminating the land. His eyes were blood-red, sharp and fierce, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. Along the way, he had seen too many mountains of corpses and seas of blood, all from the Tian Mo Di's slaughter.

"Half-step Dacheng?"

"That's impossible."

Upon truly seeing Ye Chen, the Fifth Tian Mo Di's eyes bulged in shock. Being overpowered by a Dacheng Sheng Ti was no shame, but the one who had done it was only half-step Dacheng. That was a massive difference, like heaven and earth.

Boom!

Ye Chen launched his attack, shattering the firmament in one step, his golden fist clenched tight with no weapon in hand.

"Half-step Dacheng dares to attack me?"

The Fifth Tian Mo Di huffed coldly and struck back with a palm infused with imperial divine power and engraved with imperial divine principles—his peak strike. No matter what, he had to regain some face and bring down the Sheng Ti; otherwise, his reputation would be ruined. He was an emperor who valued his image.

Boom! Pfft! Crack! Bang!

These four sounds came in rapid succession. Fist met palm, and the Fifth Tian Mo Di's palm print exploded, along with his arm and half his imperial body, sending him tumbling and crashing into another mountain.

In this direct clash, the great emperor was utterly defeated.

It was because, in that instant, Ye Chen had unleashed the full power of Dacheng. A half-step Dacheng who had slain mid-stage emperors before would certainly dominate now, and it was a mercy he hadn't obliterated the emperor with one punch.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

The Fifth Tian Mo Di was disheveled and hideous, his hair in disarray. The first time he was sent flying, he hadn't been prepared, but now, even with his peak palm, he was defeated even more miserably. He was an emperor, after all! And his opponent was merely half-step Dacheng! This defeat was too straightforward.

"There's nothing impossible about it."

Ye Chen arrived again, still using the Ba Huang Fist, fierce and overbearing. While the Fifth Tian Mo Di was still in a daze, he was sent flying once more. Before he could stop, Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, wasting no words and bombarding him relentlessly, nearly shattering his imperial body.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The scene that followed was quite satisfying to watch.

The emperor, after being sent flying the first time, never managed to steady himself. He was hammered punch after punch by the Sheng Ti, each blow more ferocious than the last, sending imperial bones flying and forcing him to reform his imperial body repeatedly, only to have it explode again.

Ah!

The Tian Mo Di roared, his former majesty gone. One defeat led to an unstoppable downfall. All his imperial dao immortal techniques were useless decorations. The Sheng Ti opposite him was incredibly powerful, not even giving him a chance to breathe, let alone cast spells.

This emperor had become nothing more than a living target.

Once the Sheng Ti got close, even an emperor would be beaten all the way to the gates of hell. The Sheng Ti's fists weren't for show, and Ye Chen's fists were dead serious.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The heavens trembled, and explosive sounds filled the air.

The Fifth Tian Mo Di was defeated disastrously, chased by Ye Chen from the eastern skies all the way to the western firmament. His unbreakable imperial body, imperial dao laws, and imperial dao immortal techniques were all laughable illusions under Ye Chen's assault.

This wasn't an imperial dao battle; it was the emperor being thoroughly pummeled by the Sheng Ti. The emperor had never questioned his life before, but now he experienced it, feeling as if he'd swallowed a lead weight—his heart was clogged with frustration.

"Still, the Sheng Ti is the most dominant."

The onlookers stared in astonishment.

Earlier, so many Quasi Emperors had attacked and couldn't stop the emperor. Now, Ye Chen was hammering him relentlessly. Among Quasi Emperors, the gap was just too vast.

"If he'd come earlier, we wouldn't have been beaten so badly."

Kui Niu staggered, spitting out mouthfuls of old blood.

In terms of prestige, it had to be his Old Seven.

In terms of combat power, it had to be the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu.

"I don't believe it."

From the distant sky, the emperor's howl echoed.

But roaring alone couldn't turn the tide. Without the strength to withstand the Sheng Ti's fists—especially Ye Chen's—he had to prepare for his body and spirit to be destroyed. He might truly be beaten to ash.

"Don't believe it? Then I'll beat you until you do."

Ye Chen's shout was resolute, his battle intent surging to the heavens. Even in his wounded state, he fought like a madman, each punch drawing blood as he bathed in the slaughter.

No one knew when the rumbling finally faded.

By the time the Zhutian cultivators caught up, the Fifth Tian Mo Di had no physical form left, only a faint Yuan Shen remaining, clutched by the throat and held aloft by Ye Chen.

That was an emperor, yet now he looked like a lamb to the slaughter, flailing desperately in his Yuan Shen state. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape Ye Chen's grasp.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

The great emperor's eyes showed unwillingness, anger, and fear, all playing out in his gaze. To him, Ye Chen was no longer just a Quasi Emperor but a god of slaughter, one who specialized in killing emperors.

In this battle, his defeat was not only straightforward but utterly devastating.

Counting it out, he had only clashed directly with Ye Chen once, and then... there was no then. He had been hammered all the way down, beaten to doubt his existence, until only his Yuan Shen remained.

As Sheng Ti went, the one on the Taigu Road was a tough and ruthless figure, but the one before him seemed even more monstrous.

If he reached Dacheng, who under the Tian Di could stand against him?