Chapter 532: Sweeping Like the Wind

Chapter 532: Feng Juan Can Yun (Wind Sweeping Away Remnant Clouds)

Pfft! Pfft!

Splendid blood flowers bloomed one after another, and the army of Shi Xue Dian had been reduced to just a few remnants.

The ground was piled high with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

In the void above, bloody tides surged and blood mist filled the sky.

At that moment, the night sky had shed its last veil of darkness, and dawn was approaching, but this world had turned into a hellish scene of crimson.

Bang! Boom! Clang!

High in the void, Su Jia Lao Zu and Zhong Jiang, working together, had pinned down the remaining Zhun Tian Jing blood-robed elder from Shi Xue Dian in a stretch of emptiness. No matter how he charged, he couldn't break through their blockade.

Pfft!

As Su Jia Lao Zu struck down with a sweeping palm from the heavens, the blood-robed elder plummeted from the void on the spot.

Good opportunity!

Gu San Tong, who had been lurking in the void space, made his move again. His body shot upward like a chilling beam of light, and the rusty iron sword in his hand still trembled, stirring fear in the soul. With a dominating strike, he unleashed its divine might once more.

Pfft!

Just like the first time, this kill was executed with startling efficiency. The blood-robed elder, falling from the void, had his soul extinguished by Gu San Tong's sword, leaving only his body to drop.

Ye Chen had the sharpest eye and moved the fastest, damn it.

"Another one." Ye Chen chuckled, waving his hand to store the blood-robed elder's body in his storage bag.

Huff!

Behind him, Gu San Tong landed with a darkened expression, breathing heavily.

This time, he didn't retreat back into the void space, as if he had no intention of assassinating a third Zhun Tian Jing expert.

Ye Chen glanced at him and couldn't help but cough dryly.

Although Gu San Tong's two kills had been overwhelmingly dominant, they seemed to be some kind of forbidden secret technique. Even after just two uses, it was too much for Gu San Tong's Zhun Tian Jing cultivation to handle. His face had turned pale, and his breath had become erratic—likely from the immense toll of consecutively using the forbidden method.

"Enough, right!" Gu San Tong stuffed a pill into his mouth and glared at Ye Chen with a beard-blowing scowl.

"If I say it's not enough, can you get me another one?"

"Get lost!"

Tsk!

Ye Chen didn't take it to heart and didn't want to argue nonsense with the guy. Instead, he directly entered the void space.

Since Gu San Tong was out of energy to snag more bodies for him, Ye Chen naturally wouldn't sit idle.

People sometimes have to rely on themselves.

At that moment, he was rapidly shuttling through the void space, his target being Ji Zhong, who was locked in battle with Zhong Li.

Their fight was intensely fierce, with over a thousand exchanges and no clear victor yet.

Ye Chen understood this well. Although Ji Zhong's cultivation was slightly weaker than Zhong Li's, he was still a genuine Zhun Tian Jing expert. Winning or losing might be straightforward, but life and death was another matter entirely.

After all, Zhong Li wasn't Gu San Tong; he didn't have that level of formidable combat power or a heaven-defying forbidden technique like that single sword strike.

Even so, Ji Zhong's condition was utterly wretched. His body was covered in countless bloody gashes, with a gruesome wound on his chest and half his skull shattered, making him look like a fiend crawled straight from hell.

He was probably the most frustrated of all. He had never intended to fight Zhong Li to the death; his goal was to escape as quickly as possible.

But from the start of their battle, he had been trapped in the barrier. Several times, he tried to break through and flee, but Zhong Li never gave him a chance to attack the barrier.

Ah!

Inside the barrier, all that echoed were Ji Zhong's roars. No matter what divine abilities he unleashed, he couldn't overcome Zhong Li.

In contrast, Zhong Li was also in a sorry state, but his injuries were far from fatal compared to Ji Zhong's. Defeating Ji Zhong was only a matter of time.

"Zhong Li, are you really going to fight to the bitter end?" Ji Zhong roared for what must have been the umpteenth time, his face twisted as he stared at Zhong Li.

"Saying that now is completely meaningless." Zhong Li attacked with full force, charging forward and unleashing world-shaking divine abilities. "You should have thought of this earlier. Did you really think Yan Huang was easy to bully?"

Pfft!

Ji Zhong was immediately slapped out of the void by Zhong Li's palm, his blood-drenched body a stark sight to the people of Yan Huang as it fell.

Good opportunity!

Ye Chen, who had been poised in the void space, burst out suddenly. He moved like the wind, too fast to be seen, and struck with Feng Shen Jue, a blow of absolute dominance and devastating power.

Perhaps caught off guard by the sudden assault, the already severely wounded Ji Zhong reacted too slowly and was caught completely unaware.

Pfft!

As blood flowers bloomed, Ye Chen's sword pierced straight through Ji Zhong's chest.

"A Ling Xu Jing dare to challenge me?" Realizing it was Ye Chen, Ji Zhong roared in fury and swung a palm in retaliation.

But Ye Chen was incredibly swift. The moment Ji Zhong attacked, Ye Chen had already vanished back into the void space. Before Ji Zhong's palm could fully land, Ye Chen abruptly reappeared from behind him.

Pfft!

It was Feng Shen Jue again. Ye Chen's sword pierced through the back of Ji Zhong's skull.

This time, Ji Zhong went still—completely still. The look of disbelief in his eyes rapidly faded as Ye Chen's sword obliterated his soul in his mind. Even his Zhun Tian Jing cultivation couldn't save him.

Another assassination!

Yet another assassination!

Ye Chen had performed a miracle once more, slaying a Zhun Tian Jing expert with a single sword.

Though Ji Zhong was in a heavily injured state and Ye Chen had ambushed him, one must remember that Ye Chen was only at Ling Xu Jing. Such a feat was nothing short of heaven-defying, enough to make him stand out across Da Chu.

In the void, Ji Zhong's body had already fallen, a shocking sight to all below.

"Our holy lord is this powerful?" The people of Yan Huang didn't need to say more—they had seen Ye Chen assassinate a Zhun Tian Jing before. But for those from Di Huang and the newly surrendered Xuan Huang, their eyes widened in astonishment.

"A Ling Xu Jing cultivator slaying a Zhun Tian Jing with one sword—this..."

"Such combat prowess and achievements are truly monstrous."

"It seems our decision to return to Yan Huang was absolutely correct. In the future, our holy lord will surely lead us to fame throughout Da Chu."

"This kid, does he have to be this insane?" Below, Gu San Tong's expression turned strangely odd, his lecherous old eyes filled with shock.

"He lives up to the title of Yan Huang's holy lord." Zhong Li, descending from the void, laughed heartily.

Ye Chen's heaven-defying exploits earned thunderous acclaim from Yan Huang, further cementing his illustrious reputation as their holy lord.

Kill!

Perhaps inspired by Ye Chen, the Yan Huang experts were all fired up, their fighting spirit soaring as they charged like a tidal wave, overwhelming the remaining Shi Xue Dian forces.

The ensuing battle sealed the fate of the Shi Xue Dian army. The Yan Huang forces swept through them like wind scattering the remnants of clouds, crushing the stragglers in a one-sided rout. With both Zhun Tian Jing experts defeated, even their numbers couldn't turn the tide.

Soon, the entire Shi Xue Dian army was wiped out, not a single survivor left.

The Yan Huang forces gathered together, all looking up at a section of the void.

The last battlefield in this ambush was still raging: the duel between Hong Chen Xue and Zhong Mu, which had yet to conclude.

From a distance, their battle was brutally intense, with fresh blood raining down.

On one side, Zhong Mu was covered in bloody wounds and disheveled hair, his body marked with countless scars, yet his will to fight remained high, like a demonic king.

On the other side, Hong Chen Xue's robes were stained with blood, her form equally battered, but her expression was coldly indifferent, her beauty unmatched, like a fairy descended from the nine heavens. Each of her moves was shockingly extraordinary.

Ah!

Watching their savage fight, Zhong Jiang sighed and waved his hand, summoning a terrifying spiritual artifact that bore down on the retreating Zhong Mu.

Pfft!

Zhong Mu's body shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as he plummeted from the void, smashing a mountain peak to rubble. When he crawled out, he was no longer recognizable as human.

Thus, Yan Huang's Yan Zun Zhong Jiang, Yan Huang's Lei Zun Zhong Li, and Yan Huang's Feng Zun Zhong Xiao all stepped forward.

Gazing at Zhong Mu, covered in blood and bones, the three fell silent, their expressions complex beyond words.

In the past, they had been as close as siblings, all disciples of Hong Chen, but due to certain interests, they had gone their separate ways, engaging in ceaseless conflicts for centuries.

Now, seeing their former fellow disciple in such a pitiful state, even the deepest grudges melted away in that moment. All resentment and hatred dissolved into thin air.

"Junior brother, will you turn back?" Looking at the wretched Zhong Mu, Zhong Jiang finally asked, holding onto a final glimmer of hope and a last trace of master-disciple bond.