Chapter 3203: Heavenly Punishment

"Block me and die."

Ye Chen let out a roar that shook the immortal vault, his combat power reaching its peak.

In the end, he was still overpowered.

Perhaps his posturing wasn't quite right, or maybe the Sheng Mo were just overwhelmingly numerous and terrifying.

A few of them were manageable, but when they came in waves, it was nauseating.

The Tenth Emperor of Da Chu felt this deeply, as the onslaughts came from all directions, all targeted divine abilities aimed at the Sheng Ti.

Boom! Rumbling!

The Sheng Mo Domain trembled, the sounds of battle even drowning out the thunder of the Huang Di Jie.

In this dark world, the heavens and earth were in chaos.

Gazing down from above, ancient stars exploded, star domains collapsed, painting a scene of apocalypse.

Beyond that, there were the Sheng Mo.

The chaos of the melee caused destructive halos to spread endlessly; the strong could withstand it, but the weak suffered terribly.

Who knows how many had died.

Looking at Ye Chen, he was quite self-aware, or perhaps shamelessly persistent, fighting as he went and devouring as he fought. Even as he was beaten down and couldn't lift his head, he didn't forget to absorb the Sheng Mo essence, turning it into nourishment for his Sheng Ti.

"How's it going?"

Amid the rumbling, the emperors of the Zhutian all asked, as not every supreme being could see clearly.

"Most likely getting pummeled."

Xuan Di spoke with a heavy heart; no matter how strong Ye Chen was, he couldn't stand against an entire domain.

"Damn, that's satisfying to watch."

Shen Zun's eyes gleamed as he cursed inwardly, though the scene was indeed a feast for the eyes.

Ye Chen being beaten was expected.

However, the Sheng Mo weren't faring much better, being wiped out in droves during the fight.

"This is only a few days."

Zizaitian murmured softly, shocked by Ye Chen's combat power—it was absurdly strong.

So, this universe was quite interesting.

Like Ye Chen, a Sheng Ti born from the Heavenly Dao, truly dominating heaven and earth.

The Nü Di remained silent, only watching quietly.

The Sheng Ti lineage was the savior lineage; their fame and beliefs were forged through battles.

"Damn it."

A generation of Sheng Mo gritted their teeth, whether from rage at being provoked or fury at Ye Chen, it was hard to say.

Upon closer inspection, it was likely the latter.

Ye Chen—again, that Sheng Ti named Ye Chen—wherever he appeared, variables followed.

Equally furious was the Tian Mo Huang Di.

That guy's gaze was utterly destructive; after all, Ye Chen had slain his Tian Mo Huang Di form.

To this day, he hadn't recovered that flaw.

Unfortunately, he couldn't pass through the Sheng Mo Domain, not for any other reason, but because he was held back by a generation of Sheng Mo.

That one was sealed, yet his existence held great significance.

Not just him—E Mo Huang Di was also restrained, growing especially annoyed at times like this.

Recalling the previous epoch, it was incredibly frustrating.

A battle they should have won outright was utterly ruined by the arrogance of a generation of Sheng Mo.

So, sometimes he still admired the Nü Di.

That little girl was extraordinary, suppressing a generation of Sheng Mo and setting up an eternal grand scheme.

That scheme had blocked them for an entire epoch.

Pfft!

As they watched, Ye Chen spat blood; he had just stepped into a star domain and was struck by a killing array.

Ordinary killing arrays posed no threat.

But this was a Sheng Mo Domain killing array, connected to the Heavenly Dao and borrowing its power.

"Exterminate him."

Shouts echoed as dozens of Quasi-Huang Sheng Mo charged in, all unleashing deadly techniques.

"Exterminate me?"

Ye Chen sneered, dodging the fatal strike with a dream realm, then flipped his hand for a palm strike that sent the Sheng Mo flying everywhere.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In that instant, countless attacks hit him; even his powerful Sheng Qu was blown apart, with blood and bones scattering.

"Get lost."

Ye Chen's roar echoed like death, his palm shielding the sky and obliterating one Sheng Mo; with a raised kick, he stomped out a second; the third Sheng Mo had an air of grandeur but was beheaded the moment it arrived; the fourth had some skill, using a time immortal art to sever eighty thousand years of Ye Chen's lifespan.

Back!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, reversing the lost lifespan and extinguishing the fourth Sheng Mo with a single finger.

The most tragic was the fifth Sheng Mo.

The reason he was called tragic was that, even in his bloodline limit state, he was reduced to ash by a palm strike.

Zing!

Ye Chen was domineering, but the Sheng Mo weren't to be underestimated; no one knew whose sword it was that nearly split him in two.

Boom!

Accompanied by a rumble, a pitch-black star domain collapsed under his falling body.

Pfft!

Then came rolling blood mist; the Sheng Ti's pressure was too strong, shaking countless Sheng Mo to pieces.

As for the Sheng Mo essence, it wasn't wasted, all becoming nourishment for the Sheng Ti.

It had to be said, the Sheng Mo Domain was indeed a great place—a paradise for the Sheng Ti.

Pfft!

Golden blood light flashed; Ye Chen, who had just gotten up, was hit again by the Sheng Mo killing array.

This strike obliterated half of his Sheng Qu.

Before he could steady himself, a Quasi-Huang Sheng Mo attacked, slicing open his chest with a palm and disintegrating three or five Sheng Bones in its grasp; almost simultaneously, a second Sheng Mo pierced Ye Chen's skull with a finger; in the same instant, a third Sheng Mo descended, its war spear flinging off Ye Chen's skull cap.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The assaults didn't stop there; the heavy damage Ye Chen suffered was far more extensive.

In just two breaths, his Sheng Qu was dismantled.

That sight made even the veteran Quasi-Emperors of the Heavenly Court gasp, and Shen Zun drew in a cold breath.

Seal!

Shouts filled the Sheng Mo Domain; the Sheng Mo wouldn't let Ye Chen reform his Sheng Qu, as countless seals descended from the sky, arranging themselves into an ancient altar. Every segment of Ye Chen's Sheng Bones, every inch of his imperial body, every drop of Sheng Blood—including his Dao roots, origin, divine treasury, and bloodline—were all sealed.

"Seal my ass."

Ye Chen's roar shattered the heavens and earth; even sealed, he forcibly reformed his Sheng Qu.

Then came the sound of dragon roars.

The Sheng Ti at Quasi-Huang peak unleashed the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons, a technique that was devastating and world-shattering.

Boom! Pfft!

On the spot, the Sheng Mo altar crumbled, and Sheng Mo filled the sky were flung away.

The scene was extremely satisfying.

So many supremes, so many Sheng Mo, piled up in a massive heap, hit by a ultimate move; those with strong foundations barely kept their corpses intact with their primordial spirits, while the weaker ones had their souls scattered on the spot.

Even the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons depended on who used it.

The immortal technique from a Sheng Ti supreme's divine treasury was a path—an eternal, indestructible path.

If the path didn't work, no one could make it effective.

"No time to play with you."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, dodging a sword's fatal strike and vanishing in an instant, heading straight for the depths of the Sheng Mo Domain.

Pfft!

Upon landing, a Tian Di-level Sheng Mo was stomped into blood mist.

Pfft!

The Sheng Mo in that star domain also suffered, with all non-supremes shaken to extinction en masse.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Countless Sheng Mo pursued him; not to mention the Tian Di level, even the Quasi-Huang level ones were numerous enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Ye Chen ignored them, forcing his way through and crossing the dim heavens.

Then, he was seen returning, nailed into the starry sky by a pitch-black war spear.

"A Quasi-Huang level Dacheng Sheng Mo."

Ye Chen spat blood, pulling out the war spear embedded in him and using eternity to eliminate the killing intent within his body.

No mistake, he had encountered a tough one: a Quasi-Huang level Dacheng Sheng Mo.

In plain terms, it was Quasi-Huang perfection.

In this universe, the highest cultivation was Huang Di, so Quasi-Huang perfection was true mastery.

The principle was simple.

Like in ancient Da Chu, where the highest was the Heavenly Realm, Quasi-Heavenly perfection was mastery.

Like in the Zhutian of old, where the highest was Great Emperor, Quasi-Emperor perfection was also mastery.

This was determined by the highest realm.

Thus, for Sheng Ti and Sheng Mo entering Huang Di, there were two gates: one for Dacheng and one for Huang Di.

The Mo Kui currently undergoing tribulation was already at Quasi-Huang perfection.

What was called Quasi-Huang peak had become a thing of the past under the Huang Di Jie, as that devastating tribulation had no concept of time—a moment could be ten thousand years, and ten thousand years could be just a moment.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Bang, bang sounds suddenly rang out—these were footsteps, each one making the heavens and earth tremble.

From the distant end of time, a majestic figure approached.

He was that Quasi-Huang level Dacheng Sheng Mo, the one who had just nailed Ye Chen with a spear.

"Tian Xing." Shen Zun narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recognizing him.

"Impressively powerful." Ye Chen steadied himself, his eternal light blooming once more.

In that moment, he was looking at Tian Xing, but thinking of the Nü Di.

If a Quasi-Huang perfection Sheng Mo was this strong, how terrifying must the Huang Di level generation of Sheng Mo be?

How did the Nü Di win in the previous epoch?

You win by fighting and winning, of course!

The surviving Heavenly Court supremes basically knew that the ancient Heavenly Court Nü Di was no ordinary figure.

"A mere Sheng Ti dares to disrupt my Sheng Mo."

Tian Xing spoke indifferently, his words like ancient thunder, manifesting laws that made the entire Sheng Mo Domain shake.

"Perfection against peak, where do you get your sense of superiority?"

Ye Chen didn't speak, but his expression conveyed those words. He wasn't looking at Tian Xing but scanning the Sheng Mo heavens and earth, trying to find an escape route past him—not out of fear, but because he had no time.

After scanning, he found no way out.

The entire starry sky had been overturned by Tian Xing; to get through, he'd have to cross this mountain.

When he finally focused, he looked at Tian Xing—one word: strong.

No wonder Taishang had turned and fled upon arriving here; the Sheng Mo Domain was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Like Tian Xing, he must be from the same generation as the one from Sheng Mo.

However, in a fight, they wouldn't compare seniority—just whose fist was harder. Perfection could still be hammered.

That was the might of a Sheng Ti supreme.

Higher cultivation meant nothing; only a deeper comprehension of the Dao made one truly formidable. Below Huang Di, anyone could come.

Boom!

Without warning, Tian Xing ignored the rules and charged in an instant, his finger turning into destruction.

Pfft!

Golden blood exploded; Ye Chen's skull was pierced with a bloody hole by that finger.

"I'll make you poke."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, enduring Tian Xing's finger while severing Tian Xing's head.

Fresh blood gushed like a spring.

Shen Zun watched and drew in a cold breath; Ye Chen's fighting style was too damn bloody.

"Is he a madman?"

Zizaitian at his side murmured; he had seen Ye Chen fight before, and once it started, he fought without regard for his life.

Not just him—the people of this universe all seemed that way.

Madmen, the whole universe was full of madmen. The Nü Di was, Ye Chen was, and everyone was.

Boom!

Ye Chen and Tian Xing had separated, each stomping a star domain flat.

The Sheng Mo Domain wasn't like the Zhutian.

This dark world was far sturdier than imagined; even Huang Di battles might not destroy it.

If this were in the Zhutian, it would have been obliterated eight hundred times over.

Ye Chen's eternity protected his body, his bloodline unextinguished, and the bloody hole on his forehead had already healed.

"Good, very good."

Tian Xing sneered coldly, unangered by his decapitation, as fresh blood flowed back and his head reformed.

"Come on."

Ye Chen's roar was resounding, advancing with the eternal immortal sea, his invincible Dao spreading across the four seas and eight wastes.

"I will slay you."

Tian Xing gave a eerie laugh, sweeping in a sea of demonic blood aura and expanding the boundless demonic land. He was also a Sheng Mo who cultivated the Dao, from the same generation as the one from Sheng Mo. His Dao was one of destruction, reflecting the light of doomsday.