Chapter 3113: Live Target

Boom!

Tian Mo broke through the seal, causing the heterospace to rumble violently. Ye Chen was caught off guard and was shaken back a step. By the time he steadied himself, Tian Mo had already escaped into the ethereal void. His shattered demonic body was drenched in blood and splintered bones, his eyes glaring at Ye Chen with a terrifyingly red hue, filled with gritted teeth and rage. A single moment of carelessness, and he had been outmaneuvered. As a supreme being, he was truly infuriated.

"Outstanding."

Ye Chen sighed in admiration, realizing he had underestimated Tian Mo. It was only because Tian Mo wasn't in his normal state; without the strange forces binding him, breaking the seal would have been impossible.

However, although Tian Mo had escaped, that Dun Jia Tian Zi had been pried loose by Ye Chen and etched into his chest. A searing heat returned, with mysterious forces surging through him. The seal on his inner world was lifted, allowing the Chaos Cauldron, Chaos Thunder, and Chaos Fire to burst out. Finally free to breathe, they darted about like untamed wild horses, leaping and shouting wildly. This left Shen Yun Suan Yuan and the others utterly bewildered. In terms of demeanor, those three had it down perfectly—they were just like Ye Chen.

Unfortunately, because their master was sealed, it had affected them too, locking away nearly all their abilities.

"You deserve to die."

Tian Mo roared in fury, slamming down a palm from the heavens. Earlier, he had been caught unprepared and ambushed by Ye Chen, but now, with no seals holding him back, he was ready for a real fight.

Ye Chen sneered and countered with a palm strike, instantly shattering Tian Mo's palm print and even forcing Tian Mo himself to spit blood. This was the might of a Zhun Huang Di, perfectly suited for battling a supreme being.

"Bind him for me."

Tian Mo thundered, forming seals with one hand. Four black copper pillars rose from the ground, covered in dark demonic patterns and interwoven with chains of order, forming a cage that trapped Ye Chen. Inside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, not only sealing but also unleashing an extremely destructive force.

"Seal me?"

Ye Chen scoffed, unfazed. Though the sealing power was strong, it had no effect on him. He was indeed sealed, but he remained a genuine Zhun Huang Di, and not just any—innately immune to all laws. This level of destruction was no more than a tickle to him.

In an instant, he smashed the cage with a single palm.

"Destroy."

Tian Mo gripped his demonic blade, unleashing a blade strike that spanned eighty thousand li, with power to annihilate heaven and earth.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding rang out. Though Tian Mo's strike was powerful, it landed on Ye Chen's small head like hitting indestructible immortal iron, failing to harm him and instead shattering the demonic blade.

Gulp!

Shen Yun Suan Yuan and the others swallowed hard as they watched. That little one was not only incredibly strong but also unbelievably tough. Even a world-ending blade couldn't scratch him. Was his physical body truly eternal and indestructible?

"Very well."

Tian Mo laughed in enraged fury, instantly reforming his shattered blade and engraving demonic runes upon it to enhance its power. He swung down again, refusing to believe he couldn't win. Ye Chen was locked in place, unable to fly, nothing but a living target—he had to be able to take him down.

"Getting addicted to chopping?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly and struck back with a palm. He could endure, but he wasn't about to stand there and take it.

Crack!

The same sharp sound echoed. Tian Mo's demonic blade in his hand was shattered by Ye Chen's small palm.

Puff!

Tian Mo vomited blood, his internal organs rupturing from the shock, the blood he spat carrying fragments of organs. He staggered back dozens of steps before barely steadying himself, only to cough up another mouthful of blood.

"Devour him for me."

Tian Mo's hair was disheveled, his roar savage, his crimson eyes dripping with bloodlust. He summoned thunder from the skies, forming a raging sea of lightning that poured down from above, instantly engulfing Ye Chen. Each bolt carried destructive power, intent on refining him away.

Ye Chen was dominant, transforming his Zhou Tian into a sword to cleave through the sea of lightning. As he had said, he was immune to all laws.

Puff!

Tian Mo spat blood again. The sea of lightning was linked to his own origin, and with it being slashed apart, he suffered backlash. His newly healed demonic body burst open once more.

Still, he refused to give up. He pulled out a command flag, like a soul-summoning banner, and waved it fiercely. Countless vengeful spirits swarmed in, clawing and biting, aiming to tear apart Ye Chen's body.

This move was particularly vicious.

The spirits themselves weren't terrifying, but those refined by a supreme being carried concentrated resentment that could disrupt the mind and erode the heart—a truly unpleasant assault.

"As if we're just for show?"

Chaos Fire cursed loudly, instantly turning into a sea of flames that merged with the sea of Chaos Thunder, shielding Ye Chen. Any vengeful spirits that approached were incinerated, unable to even breach their defense.

Zing!

Ye Chen's Zhou Tian formed into a sword, slashing heavenward in defiance.

Tian Mo's expression changed as he fled into the sky, though he couldn't fully evade and lost an arm to the residual force.

"What's the point if you can't win?"

The Chi Yan Xiong Shi clicked his tongue, viewing the supreme being in a new light—his head didn't seem to be working right.

If it were him, he would have run ages ago.

He remembered another of his ancestors' sayings clearly: Fight if you can win, run if you can't.

The little old man and Shen Yun Suan Yuan could see it plainly, even if the others couldn't. Ye Chen was formidable, but his own seals meant he was mostly on the defensive. The bindings restricted his attacks, making it hard for him to land a hit.

That's why Tian Mo was fighting relentlessly. Clearly, Ye Chen was just a living target, so he had to hammer away. If he couldn't win, he could always escape later—after all, Ye Chen couldn't chase him.

This was exactly what frustrated Ye Chen. He couldn't fly, so he was stuck in place, forced to fight while Tian Mo darted around the sky, seizing chances to unleash devastating attacks. A Zhun Huang Di could withstand a lot, but being a living target was painfully humiliating.

"Die!"

As he spoke, Tian Mo unleashed another great divine ability—a black pillar of demonic light, woven with demonic patterns, plummeted straight down with overwhelming destructive force, turning everything in its path to ash. It could obliterate an ordinary Tian Di in one blow.

Ye Chen grunted, stumbling from the impact, but the demonic light pillar couldn't harm him and exploded on contact.

"Smash all you want, I dare you."

Ye Chen cursed loudly, his chubby little hand sweeping across in a domineering strike that shattered the heavens and earth, sending Tian Mo's blood and bones flying.

Puff!

Tian Mo couldn't steady himself and vomited blood for the third time—it was unclear if it was from injury or sheer anger.

Damn it all, he had used every trump card, yet he couldn't destroy that little pest. He was supposed to be a living target, so why was he getting more lively with each hit, while Tian Mo himself was getting more battered?

His state of mind was one of utter shock.

This astonishment was directed at Ye Chen. Even sealed as he was, he remained this powerful. If Ye Chen were at his peak, it would be unthinkable. What bad luck—encountering not the supreme beings of this universe, but one from another, who could fight, endure, and even bluff. He was a complete all-rounder, at least unbeatable for Tian Mo.

"Come on, keep going."

Ye Chen wiped the blood from his nose and shouted defiantly at the sky.

Tian Mo was furious, but Ye Chen was even more so.

Though immune to all laws, he was still getting beaten black and blue. What else could he do but curse? After all, Tian Mo was positioned too high and too far away for his attacks to reach.

Tian Mo sneered without a word.

He sat cross-legged in the void, demonic energy surging wildly. His broken demonic body healed, the fresh blood flowing back, and his shattered bones reforming one by one.

This action clearly conveyed one message: You better wait for me. Once I'm restored, I'll keep pounding you.