Chapter 2895: Fighting Nine Emperors (Part Two)

Chapter 2895: Slaying Nine Emperors (Part 2)

Boom!

Ye Chen stepped forward, swinging the Xuanyuan Jian. A dazzling immortal river erupted, shattering the heavens and destroying the earth. Even the seventh peak emperor, powerful as he was, was forced to retreat half a step.

Seeing this, the other eight peak emperors raised their eyebrows. This young Saint Body, who hadn't undergone his tribulation yet, was not as weak as they had imagined. To repel a peak emperor with a single sword blow indicated considerable combat strength.

The seventh peak emperor's face darkened significantly. As a mighty peak emperor, being pushed back by a young Saint Body who hadn't crossed his tribulation was a grave humiliation.

"Good, very good."

The seventh peak emperor sneered coldly, taking a step across the star river. He thrust out another palm, pressing down from the heavens, imperial Dao seal script patterns etched between his fingers. The power of that palm alone could annihilate worlds.

Buzz!

Ye Chen clenched his golden fist and struck upwards against the heavens.

Bang!

Their fist and palm collided, thunder erupted, and waves of silent destruction spread out. That section of the starry sky collapsed instantly.

Looking at the two combatants, Ye Chen stood firm, while the seventh peak emperor staggered back with a deep, heavy grunt.

This time, the eight peak emperors' smiles grew even more playful. They had not only underestimated Ye Chen, but they were genuinely surprised. With one sword and one fist, he had repelled a peak emperor twice, showing he was no ordinary Saint Body.

The more they saw, the more excited they became.

Everyone below the emperor level were mere ants.

And Ye Chen was just a stronger ant.

Still, the same held true: with nine peak emperors present, any concept of the universe or yin-yang was meaningless.

What difference did a Great Accomplishment Saint Body make? Even if he had crossed the Great Accomplishment tribulation, he would still fall short.

"Good, very good."

Again, those words came from the seventh peak emperor, his laughter now tinged with a sinister edge. He spat out a drop of fresh blood, transforming it into a sea of demonic blood that shrouded the starry sky, churning with terrifying waves that could devour the heavens and extinguish the earth, engulfing Ye Chen.

Roar!

A dragon's roar followed as Ye Chen transformed into a dragon form, leaping out and stamping down with a foot to extinguish the demonic blood sea.

No sooner had he steadied himself than the seventh peak emperor arrived, his finger glowing with imperial light fused with destructive power, thrusting straight toward Ye Chen's brow. If it connected, it would severely damage his primordial spirit.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed as Ye Chen's skull was pierced by the emperor's finger. In return, he delivered a domineering sword strike, carving a bloody gash across the emperor's chest. His own wound healed in an instant, with sacred blood flowing back and the injury sealing shut—thanks to the Xue Ji Xian Jie state, he possessed that capability.

"Damn it."

The seventh peak emperor raged, slamming out a vast realm with his palm—a demonic land filled with horrifying sights of mountains piled with corpses and rivers of fresh blood, like an endless hell. Screams echoed, laden with demonic power, even causing Ye Chen's mind to falter momentarily. As for the cultivators of the various heavens, many had their primordial spirits destroyed.

Break!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, slashing out with a sword to easily cleave through the demonic realm.

"I will slay you."

The seventh peak emperor descended from the skies.

"Come."

Ye Chen's roar was resolute as he charged upward against the heavens.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle erupted, pitting one Great Accomplishment Saint Body against one peak emperor in the vast expanse. Space shattered piece by piece, illuminated by destructive light, with every strand that fell crushing another section of space.

"Interesting."

Below, the eight peak emperors remained leisurely, watching with keen interest. The initial surprise had turned into astonishment.

In this one-on-one fight, a peak emperor like the seventh could not overcome Ye Chen. Not only that, he was repeatedly injured. After over a dozen exchanges, the emperor's body was covered in bloody gashes, while the young Saint Body remained unscathed—or rather, any wounds healed instantly due to the Xue Ji Xian Jie, and he fought with growing ferocity, as if dominating the peak emperor.

However, they continued to observe without joining, content as spectators.

A young Saint Body who hadn't undergone his tribulation—if they all ganged up, would peak emperors have any shame left?

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

High in the vast expanse, the battle raged on, with drops of emperor blood raining down, all from the seventh peak emperor.

They say you don't know until you fight, and once you do, it's shocking.

This young Saint Body was incredibly abnormal. Though he hadn't crossed the Great Accomplishment tribulation, he fought with overwhelming ferocity. Even with the Xue Ji Xian Jie and various imperial artifacts, his strength was unnaturally excessive.

The Tianming emperors watched silently.

This outcome came as no surprise to them.

Ye Chen was no ordinary Saint Body; he surpassed Di Huang in the same realm. Though he couldn't defeat nine emperors, in a one-on-one, no one below the Tian Di could handle him.

"Self-contained cycle of reincarnation."

The eighth peak emperor narrowed his eyes, flickering with profound light.

An emperor's insight was profound, at least surpassing that of the Ming Di.

That young Saint Body was far more complex than he appeared. He carried his own cycle of reincarnation, with its origin being an emperor—and not just any, but an extremely domineering one.

His guess was spot-on.

Domineering? More than that—it was utterly supreme.

If Di Zun were here, let alone nine peak emperors, even if more came, they would all be obliterated. To slay a Mo Tian emperor amid attacks from dozens of emperors was a feat of unmatched might.

Remember, on the ancient road, the Tian Mo emperors faced no suppression, but in the various heavens, they were. With Di Zun presiding, even a Tian Di would kneel.

"Interesting."

The ninth peak emperor chuckled darkly, his gaze even deeper, as if activating some secret technique to deduce Ye Chen, tracing his cycle of reincarnation to uncover his past life. Perhaps it was someone familiar.

Unfortunately, the changes in the various heavens' imperial Dao, combined with the restrictions of reincarnation laws, left even a peak emperor seeing only chaos. Forcing a deduction would invite backlash from the void, enough to make a peak emperor suffer greatly.

"Faster, faster!"

The Ming Di's eyes were bloodshot as he watched Ji Ningshuang. Having activated her Xue Ji Xian Jie, that young woman was extraordinarily fierce, advancing through the emperor tribulation lightning as if it were mere decoration.

She needed to achieve the emperor path as quickly as possible.

Ye Chen might hold the advantage now, but it wouldn't last. With eight peak emperors yet to join, if they all swarmed in, he couldn't withstand them. If even one emperor slipped away to disrupt the Tian Huang, even with Xue Ji Xian Jie, he would be destroyed.

After all, she had not yet become an emperor.

Dao Zu said nothing, his gaze fixed on the Da Chu and the women in the Lingxiao Hall, including Ruoxi. It was their umpteenth fusion attempt, and they still hadn't emerged from the hall, their bodies covered in blood. Whether Ji Ningshuang achieved the Dao or Ruoxi awakened, it would ignite a brighter hope for all living beings.

Naturally, if she could become an emperor or awaken, it would be ideal—one against three was better than one against nine.

Pfft!

As the two emperors watched, the seventh peak emperor spat blood again, sent flying by Ye Chen's fist, his blood and bones scattering. Before he could steady himself, Ye Chen's sword arrived, nearly splitting the peak emperor in two with its overwhelming power.

Ah!

The seventh peak emperor howled, his earlier majesty gone. His hair was disheveled, his face twisted in grotesque fury—not just anger, but defiant disbelief. A peak emperor losing to a young Saint Body, beaten so miserably?

If he returned like this, how could he show his face?

Speaking of face, some emperors had already discarded theirs.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous boom, the second peak emperor joined the fight—the fifth peak emperor, striding into the vast expanse and striking Ye Chen's sacred body, causing it to explode.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle's fluctuations grew even more immense. It was not the Dao Tai Shang Tian, yet it was more chaotic than that. Space was utterly gone, collapsing inch by inch, and the universe had been obliterated.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood continued to spill—emperor blood and sacred blood alike, pouring from the skies, each drop carrying destructive force and immense weight. Wherever it fell on stars, ancient celestial bodies were instantly reduced to dust.

It was clear Ye Chen still held the upper hand. One emperor couldn't take him; two couldn't either. The seventh peak emperor was in a wretched state, and the fifth, who had joined later, fared no better.

They had only watched from below before, unaware of Ye Chen's terror. Now, facing him directly, they realized this young Saint Body was a monster, fighting with unbelievable prowess.

What about face? Face was important.

But some emperors had thick skin. So much for principles—they charged into the vast expanse anyway.

Indeed, another emperor joined—the ninth peak emperor, his strike bold and overpowering, a palm blade cleaving Ye Chen's sacred body. Without Xue Ji Xian Jie sustaining him, Ye Chen might have died. Even imperial soldier armor was inadequate against a peak emperor.

Break!

Ye Chen roared, merging his Nine Dao and Eight Wastelands into one. Taking a palm from the ninth peak emperor, he retaliated with a fist more domineering than the palm blade, shattering the emperor's imperial bones. If he had crossed the Great Accomplishment tribulation, that punch could have demolished half the emperor's body.

Kill!

The ninth peak emperor thundered in fury, advancing with overwhelming imperial might, unleashing lethal techniques.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle's waves escalated once more. Not just that section of the vast expanse, but the surrounding star skies were affected, with countless Tian Mo and various heaven cultivators shaken to death in their own battles.

Looking at the situation, the Great Accomplishment Saint Body was still dominating, leaving the three peak emperors in an awkward position. One couldn't win; two couldn't; three still couldn't.

"Stronger than expected."

The first peak emperor remarked casually.

At those words, the emperors who hadn't joined glanced inadvertently at the first peak emperor. We are all emperors—some things don't need to be said. Anyone with a brain could see that young Saint Body exceeded expectations, far surpassing by more than a little. Three peak emperors couldn't take him—he was like a cheater in the game.

"I must see what makes him different."

The second peak emperor snorted coldly and moved, justifying his shameless entry with that excuse.

What's the point of excuses when you've already lost face?

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Now four peak emperors blocked the east, west, south, and north, unleashing endless imperial Dao immortal arts in a full group assault.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Ye Chen gripped the Xuanyuan Jian, attacking wildly without defense, fighting desperately. With Xue Ji Xian Jie supporting him, he could withstand most imperial forbidden arts and taboo divine abilities. If an emperor landed a palm, he would strike back even in death; if they pierced his sacred body, he would rip off a piece of them in return. The fight was bloody and brutal.

"A bunch of vermin."

"Have the guts to fight one-on-one. What kind of skill is ganging up?"

"Calling yourselves peaks? I spit on you."

The Chaos Ding hummed continuously, its roars of abuse unending, fiercely protecting its master while not holding back its tongue. From the moment it started cursing, it hadn't stopped.

"Good artifact."

For the five peak emperors in the fight, though they said nothing, their expressions conveyed it well. They were quite fond of Ye Chen's cauldron—it was a treasure. Even imperial soldiers couldn't speak, yet this one cursed with such enthusiasm.

Because of its tirade, not only did it not embarrass the emperors, but it also prompted another to join shamelessly.

That was the fourth peak emperor, who said nothing and dived straight in.

Now, Ye Chen's pressure reached its limit. He wasn't afraid of one-on-one, but ganging up by non-ordinary peak emperors was dangerous. Any momentary lapse could reduce him to ashes. Even with Xue Ji Xian Jie, the strain was unsustainable, leaving bloody gashes across his sacred body one after another.

"The remaining four, join in too!"

"I won't mock you."

"In the future, never say you came to the various heavens, and never mention speaking to me. You can't afford the shame."

"The peaks of the Tian Mo domain must not know what shame is."

The Ming Di spoke leisurely, his words flowing one after another in mockery and sarcasm. Earlier, they had collectively challenged him, so why not let him vent? That peak old fool deserved the scolding.

No joke—Emperor Dao F4 wasn't just a title. With Di Zun dead, Gui Di gone, and Xuan Di fallen, he had to uphold the facade. In verbal spars, he had never lost, even to a Tian Di.

Their faces flushed red—the peak emperors' faces turned red.

But once red, they simply discarded shame altogether.

They were all out here—why bother with face?

Boom!

The sixth peak emperor moved, stamping down with earth-shattering force and piercing Ye Chen's chest with a finger that disrupted the universe.

Bang!

The fifth peak emperor joined, mastering spatial laws. He arrived and formed a divine blade from space, severing one of Ye Chen's arms.

Boom!

Then came the third peak emperor, wielding an imperial war spear not as a spear but as a club, smashing half of Ye Chen's sacred body.

Bang!

The first peak emperor also struck, his sword destroying heavens and earth, nearly decapitating Ye Chen, leaving only a strip of flesh connecting his neck as sacred blood sprayed in a shocking display.

In the Tian Jie, Dao Zu glanced at the Ming Di. You are quite the instigator! That rant was satisfying, all right—it goaded all nine peak emperors into the fray.

The Ming Di took a deep breath, mentally slapping himself twice.

A miscalculation, a serious one.

Who knew these peak emperors wouldn't play by the rules, getting more aggressive the more they were cursed?

Gazing at the nine peak emperors, the Ming Di's eyes grew deeper.

He finally understood—he had underestimated their lack of principles. They truly didn't know what shame was; him blushing for them was pointless.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Surrounded by nine emperors, Ye Chen was in dire straits, his blood and bones flying as his form became unrecognizable. Even the powerful Xue Ji Xian Jie, which prevented death and injury, couldn't hold against their assault. He nearly exploded several times, teetering on the brink of obliteration.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands—and that was exactly Ye Chen's situation.

In single combat, any one of the nine emperors was no match for him.

But they weren't fighting singly.

In the past, he might have cursed the Ming Di.

But now, he had to thank the Ming Di for drawing all nine peak emperors to him.

This way, none went after Ji Ningshuang.

He alone held back the nine emperors.

He just needed to endure until Yao Chi achieved the emperor path; the various heavens' situation would improve greatly.

"Exterminate."

With a cold snort, the seventh peak emperor arrived again, his face twisted in malice as he flipped Ye Chen over with a palm. Before Ye Chen could steady himself, the second peak emperor flicked out a bolt of silent thunder, sending his blood and bones flying. Before Xue Ji Xian Jie could heal him, the fourth peak emperor arrived, ripping open his chest and extracting a section of sacred bone, which he destroyed in his palm. The eighth and ninth peak emperors struck from left and right, one severing an arm and the other gravely wounding his primordial spirit. The first and sixth peak emperors attacked from front and back, their swords slashing his sacred body in half.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Dazzling blood light erupted as the nine peak emperors' assault nearly dismantled Ye Chen's sacred body. Sacred bones stained with sacred blood scattered across the vast expanse and star skies. Not just the various heaven cultivators, but even the Tianming emperors couldn't bear to watch. To survive being besieged by nine peak emperors was already a miracle.

Fight!

Ye Chen roared from his soul.

Disheveled and dragging his blood-soaked sacred body, he battled the nine emperors desperately, refusing to retreat.

His will to fight was immense.

His obsession was indestructible.

He couldn't retreat or fall. Behind him were his wife and the souls of his children; losing this battle meant losing all realms and living beings.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Amid the thunder, that blood-red vast expanse was no longer a vast expanse but a land of destruction.

The star skies collapsed, and the universe crumbled.

Those so-called laws had become illusions, with scenes of destruction interwoven, bathed in sacred blood and emperor blood, painting an apocalyptic vision and depicting the contest between the sacred Dao and the imperial Dao.

Boom! Boom!

A Great Accomplishment Saint Body and nine peak emperors were like ten blazing suns, radiating world-ending glory, every ray a force of annihilation.

For a moment, the wars across the various heavens paused as all eyes turned to that vast expanse, as if peering through endless void to witness the heaven-shattering battle. Whether Tian Mo, demon, or various heaven cultivators, their souls trembled, unable to withstand the nine peak emperors' pressure or the Great Accomplishment Saint Body's might. If this fight continued to the death, the entire star sky of the various heavens would be obliterated into dust.

"Too strong."

The Tian Mo and demons' faces were pale, their voices trembling. They had underestimated the various heavens and that Saint Body. Not yet having crossed the Great Accomplishment tribulation, he fought nine emperors alone.

"Saint Body."

Gazing at the scene, the living beings wept.

That was Ye Chen, the peerless war god! Fighting nine emperors in such isolation, with no one to aid him and no one capable of aiding him.

The Saint Body lineage was unyielding, forged of iron and resolve, weaving myths with their flesh, blood, spirit, and soul.

Their essence would become eternal legends, suppressing the peak of the eternal immortal dome, burning the brightest light for the various heavens, all realms, and all living beings.

Fight!

This roar was the living beings' howl, men and women, old and young, all charging over corpse mountains and blood seas toward the Tian Mo and demons. Countless sacrificed their lifespans, countless burned their primordial spirits, fighting the final battle for the bloody mountains and rivers behind them, even to the point of shattering into pieces.

The various heavens hadn't lost yet; the living beings still had hope.