Chapter 3148: Gods Surround and Kill

Boom! Rumble!

The battle in Tài Shàng Tiān raged on without pause, a true clash of immortals where only Zhìzūn-level beings were qualified to watch. The booming sounds echoed not just from the battlefield but also across the starry sky, as there were far too many Zhìzūn present. More than half of them were hidden in the void, their auras suppressed to the extreme, yet their collective might still formed an oppressive force that shook the heavens and earth.

"True to fight until the end of time?"

An elderly god sighed, glancing at Yè Chén and Yuè Shén, as well as Dào Mó Jūn and Shén Mó Zūn. All of them seemed determined not to stop until their opponents were reduced to ashes.

"Half-crippled, perhaps, but total annihilation is unlikely."

Many veteran Zhìzūn stroked their beards thoughtfully. Though Shén Mó Zūn appeared to have the upper hand against Yuè Shén, and Yè Chén was dominating Dào Mó Jūn, in reality, Shén Mó Zūn couldn't eliminate Yuè Shén, and Yè Chén couldn't kill Dào Mó Jūn. This assessment was spot on, and Yè Chén didn't argue. He was indeed stronger than Dào Mó Jūn, but he couldn't finish him off, as he was only operating at eighty percent of his full power. To truly eradicate Dào Mó Jūn, he would need to recover completely.

Besides, Yè Chén had no intention of destroying Dào Mó Jūn. His fight was merely to draw out the conflict, and now that his goal was achieved, that was enough. He tried to disengage, but Dào Mó Jūn wouldn't allow it. Even though he was being hammered relentlessly and couldn't lift his head, he refused to back down—or more accurately, he refused to admit defeat. He was determined to turn the tables, especially with so many Zhìzūn watching; he needed to salvage his pride.

Boom! Bang!

No one knew how many forbidden seals Dào Mó Jūn had activated. Demonic patterns etched themselves across his forehead, boosting his demonic power and Dao principles to their limits, with his combat strength soaring as a result. Alas, he was still getting pummeled. The Zhìzūn of the Shèng Tǐ lineage dominated heaven and earth, their might shaking the universe even in this realm.

"He's ranked how many in your group?"

Xiū Luó Tiān Zūn asked with a smile, directing the question at Jǐ Níng Shuāng.

"Fifth."

Yáo Chí replied softly, stating the plain truth. With four Huáng Dì above him, Yè Chén could only rank fifth.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The bold hero clicked his tongue. From what he could see now, after he left, the heavens had undergone shocking changes. Those four figures even more terrifying than Yè Chén had likely reached the pinnacle of the Dao, much like the supreme gods in their own universe. It wasn't that Yè Chén couldn't defeat them; it was an innate suppression of cultivation.

Yáo Chí said no more, scanning the surroundings. The Zhìzūn hidden in the shadows were numerous, and many harbored killing intent.

Pfft!

As she watched, Yuè Shén coughed up blood again, struck by a finger from Shén Mó Zūn that exploded her jade shoulder on the spot.

Pfft!

Dào Mó Jūn was also spitting blood, having activated forbidden techniques yet still no match for Yè Chén, who nearly crippled his demonic body with a single punch.

"See you later."

Yè Chén said, striding across the void toward Yuè Shén. He planned to pull her into his small realm and then make a quick escape.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Dào Mó Jūn roared hoarsely, his hair disheveled as he gave chase. His face was a mask of ferocity, twisted beyond recognition, with waves of demonic malice radiating pure violence. He was set on fighting Yè Chén to the death.

Yè Chén ignored him, crossing from one Tài Shàng Tiān to another. No sooner had he arrived than he threw a punch that sent Shén Mó Zūn flying back.

"You're asking for it."

Shén Mó Zūn thundered, his voice shaking the universe as he fused numerous laws into a punch that pierced through the vast cosmos.

Unfortunately, it missed its mark.

Yè Chén was swift on his feet, vanishing in an instant and reappearing beside Yuè Shén, where he drew her into his small realm.

Kill!

Dào Mó Jūn arrived, his blade light stretching for millions of lǐ.

"Get lost."

Yè Chén countered with a Bāhuāng Fist, shattering the blade light, then flipped his palm to force back both Dào Mó Jūn and the newly arrived Shén Mó Zūn.

He had no desire to linger in battle and vanished from the battlefield in a flash.

Buzz!

Before Dào Mó Jūn and Shén Mó Zūn could catch up, a black light shot out from the void—it was a pitch-black divine arrow wreathed in thunder, carrying destructive power as it locked onto Yè Chén for a lethal strike.

Indeed, some hidden gods couldn't hold back any longer and had launched a sneak attack. Even if they couldn't kill Yè Chén outright, they wouldn't let him escape so easily.

"Hiding in the shadows?"

Yè Chén snorted coldly, casually grabbing the divine arrow. With a spin, he hurled it back from where it came.

Pfft!

A spray of blood erupted in the void—it must have been the Zhìzūn who had ambushed him, now struck by the arrow.

Yè Chén didn't bother to look further and turned to flee. If circumstances allowed, he would have dragged the attacker out.

"Stay right there!"

Shén Mó Zūn disrupted the laws, slamming down a palm that covered the starry sky and collapsed the vast expanse.

But once again, it failed to hit.

Dào Mó Jūn, arriving from behind, fared no better; his destructive demonic laws were effortlessly dodged.

By the time they reacted, Yè Chén was already gone, having entered a spatial black hole to escape.

Boom!

In the next instant, he was forced out. The black hole also hid numerous Zhìzūn, and as soon as he entered, he was met with attacks.

Buzz!

Before he could steady himself, a pitch-black war spear shot toward him like a divine ray, its power overwhelming and unyielding, carrying a locking force that pinned Yè Chén against the starry sky.

"Die!"

Shén Mó Zūn sneered, and Dào Mó Jūn howled as they charged from east and west, one wielding a demonic sword and the other a demonic blade.

"Get out of here."

Yè Chén said calmly, summoning the Bā Tiān Lóng in an instant. Their thunderous dragon roars shook the eight directions, and the eight divine dragons swept their tails with unmatched ferocity. The two incoming Zhìzūn collided head-on; had their foundations not been so strong, they would have been reduced to dust.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In that moment, attackers beyond just them numbered many powerful Zhìzūn, all unleashing devastating strikes—blade lights, sword shadows, fist seals, array flags, divine weapons—all raining down like a storm. Even onlookers felt their souls tremble; if it were them, they'd be obliterated in a single exchange.

"A bunch of vermin."

Yè Chén chuckled coldly, yanking out the war spear.

Buzz!

Wielding the spear like a staff, he swung it with dominating force, smashing most of the incoming attacks. As for those that landed, even his ancient Huáng Gǔ body, tough as immortal eternity, nearly collapsed. His sacred bones were stained with imperial blood, scattered across the stars from the sheer volume of assaults.

"You'll all regret this."

Yè Chén muttered under his breath, using Fēi Léishén to escape.

"Forbid!"

A faint word echoed from the ethereal void.

Suddenly, the starry sky froze in place.

In that instant, Yè Chén was forced out, stumbling and unable to regain his footing. Before he could, a strange net woven from laws descended from the sky.

The scene was like fishing.

And Yè Chén was the fish.

"Seal me?"

Yè Chén's eyes blazed with light as he summoned eternity, manifesting as an immortal sword that cleaved the massive net in two. He burst out like a divine dragon.

"Exterminate."

An elderly Zhìzūn emerged, striking with a finger that ignored Yè Chén's physical defenses and pierced a bloody hole in his skull, golden blood dazzling.

Boom!

Yè Chén's hegemonic body erupted, flinging the attacker back.

"Break!"

Another cold snort came from the shadows as a god invoked forbidden techniques, forming a sea of destruction that shattered Yè Chén's hegemonic form. At the same moment, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, making him stagger. Before he could catch his breath, a beam of silent white divine light arrived, its destructive power exploding half his head. And it didn't end there—someone else sacrificed a blood-red divine seal, its divine light severing one of his arms.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The Zhìzūn of the Shèng Tǐ lineage was in utter misery, golden blood light bursting across the stars. In just that instant, he lost his human form and nearly perished.

Gulp!

Not just mortals, but even the watching Zhìzūn swallowed hard. That young one was incredibly resilient; after enduring so many lethal strikes, he hadn't died.

Those who could fight were generally tough.

This sentiment was implied in the eyes of many Zhìzūn, with Yè Chén as a prime example.

However, this example was tragically battered. No one knew how many Zhìzūn had attacked, each strike fatal; even the hardiest god would be crippled.

"Get lost!"

Yè Chén roared, shaking the eight directions as he dragged his blood-soaked sacred body out of the encirclement. It was impressive that so many gods had surrounded him, yet he still managed to break free.

But the pursuit didn't stop.

The Zhìzūn hidden in the shadows had all emerged, a horde of gods and demons swarming like a tidal wave.

"You're all impressive; I'm outmatched."

Yè Chén glanced back, his heart skipping a beat. A direct fight would leave him as dust.

Zing!

As he withdrew his gaze, he was met with a sea of thunder, summoned by some unknown force and blanketing the starry sky, clearly meant to block his path.

"A mere sea of thunder, blocking me?"

Yè Chén snorted coldly, stamping down with a foot that carried apocalyptic might, obliterating the thunder sea in a massive explosion. A muffled groan echoed from the shadows—the one who summoned it had suffered severe backlash.

"Exterminate."

A god from behind caught up, thrusting a withering finger.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed brightly, flowers of crimson blooming.

But the one pierced wasn't Yè Chén; it was the one who had summoned the thunder sea. He was truly unlucky—first, Yè Chén's stomp destroyed his thunder sea, causing backlash, and before he could recover, Yè Chén swapped positions, leaving him to take the devastating finger. His body shattered on the spot, nearly killed.

Pfft!

Yè Chén also vomited blood. Though he swapped places, the finger had locked onto him, and even the residual force shredded much of his sacred bones.

Boom! Rumble!

Behind him, many Zhìzūn joined the chase, each brandishing weapons with an aura more imposing than the last, unleashing attacks from afar even through the void.

Fortunately, Yè Chén was fast enough, crossing the star domain in an instant and vanishing without a trace.

"Mèng Dào?"

A god in the void murmured in surprise, underestimating Yè Chén—he had actually comprehended Mèng Dào.

"A trifling Mèng Dào, daring to deceive us?"

Surprise was followed by a cold snort.

In the divine realm, a gathering place of Zhìzūn, there were always a few exceptional old gods. One didn't know what divine ability they used, but they located Yè Chén's dream realm and shattered it with a single strike.

"Nice one, you're good."

Yè Chén cursed inwardly, glancing at the black hole. The one who broke his dream was hiding there—a white-haired elder with a completely blank face, devoid of any features.

Wú Xiàng Old God!

Yè Chén murmured to himself, as if he had heard of him before. Among the enemy lineup that Yuè Shén had mentioned, there was this white-haired elder, a genuine quasi-Huáng peak expert, absolutely formidable.

Seeing him now confirmed it; he could even break Yè Chén's dream. He truly lived up to the title of Wú Xiàng, his entire face featureless—who knew what kind of Dao he cultivated.

"I'll remember you."

Yè Chén withdrew his gaze and crossed another star domain.

In just a moment, the gods caught up. Seeing Yè Chén traverse, they followed his path, their movements as swift as his.