Chapter 3033: Immortal Will

"I will slay you."

First Sheng Mo roared like thunder, his pitch-black saber light spanning eighty thousand *li*. It wasn't out of rage over Second Sheng Mo's death, but because a mere *Sheng Ti* had truly challenged his authority. Regardless of the outcome, he would be forever branded with shame. It was Ye Chen who had stripped him of all dignity.

Ye Chen's expression remained indifferent, his *Yong Heng* sword *qi* surging across the eight wastelands, forcefully shattering the black saber light. Due to the demonic saber's killing intent, a deep blood gash opened on his chest, and even his *Yuan Shen* true form was etched with cracks.

First Sheng Mo fared no better; the lingering *Yong Heng* sword *qi* had invaded his imperial body, severing his demonic bones and still rampaging within.

"Kill!"

First Sheng Mo charged with demonic malice, his saber shattered, so he formed a war spear from laws. The spear pierced Ye Chen's *Sheng Ti*, creating a gruesome blood hole as golden blood sprayed forth.

Ye Chen spat blood and forcibly shattered the spear.

He could have instinctively dodged that strike, but his injuries were too severe, his divine power nearly depleted, and his consciousness blurred. He could no longer keep up with First Sheng Mo's speed.

"A half-dead body like yours—how long can you hold on?"

First Sheng Mo sneered wickedly, unleashing another destructive assault. The demonic malice formed a vast ocean, engulfing Ye Chen, intent on annihilating the *Sheng Ti* and using his soul as nourishment for the malice.

Ye Chen's face was pale as he fell into the sea of demonic malice and blood. The surging waves of malice tossed him off balance, and each time he was submerged, the *Yong Heng* light on his body was extinguished. The terrifying annihilating force seeped into him bit by bit, disrupting his Dao roots and devouring his essence.

In the past, he could have burst out in an instant.

But now, escaping the demonic malice was incredibly difficult.

Ultimately, it was because he was too weak.

First Sheng Mo was right—he was already on his last blood, a half-dead state. From the outside, he still looked somewhat intact, but inside, he was utterly broken. Only his indomitable obsession kept him standing; otherwise, he would have collapsed long ago. Moreover, he faced a *Sheng Mo* at the peak of *Tian Di* level, whose combat power surpassed even Di Sha by a fraction.

"Die!"

First Sheng Mo was savage, his grin turning more twisted with cruelty. Demonic light erupted from his body, surging into the sea of malice to form countless demonic sabers and swords, wildly hacking at Ye Chen. He had no intention of letting the *Sheng Ti* escape.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Dazzling golden blood light pierced through the dark malice. Each hum of a saber or sword added another blood gash to Ye Chen's *Sheng Ti*. It wasn't that he couldn't defend, but the attacks were too overwhelming. The malice not only carried a fearsome annihilating force but also a dominant sealing power.

In a moment of crisis, he summoned the *Yong Heng Xian* River, carving a path from within outward and blasting open an immortal road. Dragging his blood-soaked imperial body, he escaped—but at the cost of half his flesh.

"Good, very good."

First Sheng Mo laughed in furious mockery, commanding the malice to swallow him once more.

Zheng!

Ye Chen formed a sword from *Yong Heng*, carving a galaxy through the chaos and breaking the malice. He couldn't afford to be engulfed again—not every time would he escape.

It was simply because he faced a *Tian Di*-level *Sheng Mo*.

At this level, emperors could essentially ignore laws, unless one had mastered them to perfection; otherwise, they were mere ornaments. His *Fei Lei Shen* and *Meng Dao Dun Shen* were prime examples— no matter where he teleported, First Sheng Mo could follow instantly, like a nightmarish shadow clinging to him.

Thus, sending away the *Hun Dun Ding* had been the right choice, for he might truly fall in battle. It wasn't self-defeatism; he simply lacked the power to turn the tide.

"A dignified *Tian Di Sheng Ti*— all you do is run?"

First Sheng Mo laughed mockingly, arrogant beyond measure, wildly unrestrained. Bathed in the *Sheng Ti*'s fresh blood, he attacked with frenzy, sweeping in torrents of demonic malice like a demonic god.

It was fortunate the gods and generals weren't here; otherwise, they'd have shouted curses. A *Tian Di*-peak *Sheng Mo* fighting a half-crippled mid-tier *Sheng Ti*— where did he get such a sense of superiority? If they were at the same level, or if the *Sheng Ti* were in peak condition, he could be beaten back to his origins.

That was no exaggeration.

For Ye Chen, he didn't even need equal footing; he'd slain *Tian Di Sheng Mo* as a beginner-tier one, let alone now as mid-tier. The premise was that he was in normal condition, not like now— with depleted divine power and covered in wounds.

"Exterminate!"

As he spoke, First Sheng Mo attacked again, his palm strike making Ye Chen stagger. His already shattered *Sheng Ti* cracked further, golden blood flowing from every fissure. For a moment, he nearly exploded.

"Be suppressed by me."

First Sheng Mo snorted coldly, standing in the nine heavens of nothingness. He enhanced his palm with demonic power, demonic patterns etched between his fingers and laws imprinted in his palm. The strike's might could destroy heavens and earth, aimed at obliterating the half-dead *Sheng Ti*.

Ye Chen raised his hands to the sky, vomiting blood again.

In that instant, his consciousness blurred, perhaps from the severity of his wounds or sheer exhaustion. Never before had he felt as tired as now, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. It felt like an eight-thousand-*zhang* mountain was pressing on him; any moment of surrender would mean his destruction.

"Ye Chen, hold on."

In the haze, a gentle whisper seemed to reach him.

Ye Chen's eyes grew misty, as if he saw a graceful figure smiling tenderly at him. He couldn't tell if it was Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, Wu Lei Ruo Xi, or perhaps the lingering illusion of the female emperor from the *Yong Heng* blessing.

"I can hold on."

He smiled wearily, his scattered consciousness rallying in an instant; his bent legs straightened inch by inch. With unyielding resolve, he forcibly shouldered that eight-thousand-*zhang* mountain.

"How is this possible?"

First Sheng Mo gritted his teeth, his palm lifted, even forcing him to retreat half a step. The *Sheng Ti*, who should have been destroyed, had broken his supreme suppression.

In that very moment, the bloodline power surrounding his demonic body began to wane from its peak, gradually weakening as its time limit approached.

"War!"

Ye Chen roared, shaking the void, gripping his *Yong Heng* sword and charging unsteadily. Like a dying man in his final burst of light, he was determined to trap this *Sheng Mo* in the void forever.

"I will slay you."

The same words came from First Sheng Mo for the second time as he descended from the sky, his attacks even fiercer, intent on destroying the *Sheng Ti* before his bloodline faded.

Yet reality shocked him to his core.

That half-dead *Sheng Ti*— where did he draw such power from? He fought like a madman, attacking without regard for cost.

The madness made even First Sheng Mo's heart tremble.

As a *Tian Di Sheng Mo*, he was actually fearful because of Ye Chen's gaze. What kind of person was he, and what had he endured, to forge such an indomitable will?

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The supreme battle erupted again, turning a non-ruined land into one of destruction. Each thunderous boom produced a wave of annihilation that spread endlessly across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Ye Chen, bathed in blood, grew weaker with each fight.

Yet his momentum only grew stronger. Even he didn't know where this power came from, or if he was alive or dead— he only knew to attack and attack again.

"What a monster."

First Sheng Mo ground his demonic teeth to pieces, truly questioning his existence. That young *Sheng Ti*, barely able to stand, still exuded such formidable aura, strong enough to scatter his innate demonic malice in waves.

The more this happened, the angrier he became.

A half-dead *Sheng Ti* shaking the heart of a *Tian Di Sheng Mo*— even the Heavenly Court female emperor of old hadn't given him such pressure.

"He must die."

First Sheng Mo's eyes were filled with ferocity as he swung his demonic saber again. He couldn't afford to hesitate, or this battle would become a inner demon, halting his progress at *Tian Di* peak forever.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The battle grew even more brutal, bloody enough for both Ye Chen and First Sheng Mo. The *Sheng Ti* was berserk, and the First Sheng Mo was frenzied; neither could stand steadily, yet they traded sword for saber, hacking until blood and bones flew.

"There's still movement— the *Sheng Ti* is alive."

At the end of the *Tai Gu* Road, the *Hun Dun Ding* hovered in the air. The gods and generals inside had crowded to the rim, eager to leave but held back by Ye Chen's seal in the artifact.

"Can you see it?"

Zhan Shen glanced at Di Huang and Hong Yan.

Both looked pale and shook their heads.

What was certain was that the battle must be extremely fierce. They knew Ye Chen's condition best— his divine power utterly depleted and covered in wounds. Facing two *Tian Di Sheng Mo* in such a weakened state, the outcome was predictable.

Boom! Boom!

As they watched, thunderous booms erupted from behind, drawing their gazes. A vast sea of black demonic malice rolled in like an ocean, sweeping across the heavens.

Clearly, it was the *Wai Yu* emperor sneaking into *Tai Gu*, likely drawn by the noise, bringing countless demonic soldiers and generals. Their faces were all twisted in malice.

"Persistent pests."

Hou Yi snorted coldly, gripping his war spear.

Buzz!

The *Hun Dun Ding* trembled, Ye Chen's seal suddenly dissipating— likely preset to lift in case of trouble, as with this *Wai Yu* intrusion.

"A tough fight ahead."

Di Huang was the first to charge out, his expression grim. The *Wai Yu* forces were alarmingly strong, with nine *Tian Di*, over half at peak level, plus over a dozen *Da Di*.

Such a lineup would be hard to hold without a great general; after all, they weren't Ye Chen.

Boom!

Hong Yan followed, stepping down and collapsing the sky. As she left the great ding, she glanced back at the void— Ye Chen might fall, and so might she.

"Come on."

The emperors charged out one after another, all emerging from the *Hun Dun Ding*. With the female emperor's burial and Ye Chen occupied, it was a matter of life and death— they had no choice but to fight.

Buzz!

The fastest was still the *Hun Dun Ding*; even without its master, it dominated the heavens. As Ye Chen's natal weapon, it refused to shame him, flipping a *Tian Di* in a single clash.

The *Hun Dun* fire and *Hun Dun* thunder had also taken human form, each rushing toward a *Wai Yu Da Di*.

"Dammit, where did this *Di Dao Sheng Ti* come from?"

"Whose great ding is that— so ferocious? A divine artifact?"

"Are all the *Zhutian* emperors here together?"

From the opposing void, cries of shock rang out. They'd just arrived in this realm and didn't know what hit them before clashing with a group of mad fighters. From peak *Tian Di* to common demonic soldiers, everyone was stunned.

"So much nonsense."

Zhan Shen hefted his battle axe, assaulting a *Wai Yu Tian Di*. He'd activated countless emperor-level prohibitions the moment he charged out, with no intention of returning alive.

The emperors were equally狂; every prohibition they could activate was instantly unleashed. This was no longer a battle— it was a desperate gamble with their lives.