Chapter 650: Kill Them All

Chapter 650: Kill for Me

Run!

The lively void was filled with the shouts and yells of that scoundrel, Ye Chen.

He was fleeing ahead, with Yin Zhiping hot on his heels.

Behind them, a massive group from Zhengyang Sect and Qingyun Sect was in pursuit—eighteen Zhun Tian Jing experts and nearly a hundred Kong Ming Jing peak experts, each radiating overwhelming aura and boundless killing intent.

Following the Zhengyang and Qingyun experts were the spectators, a dense crowd spreading out like a surging sea tide.

This was truly lively, incredibly lively.

But even more excitement was yet to come.

Boom! Bang! Rumble!

Soon, from the direction Ye Chen was fleeing, deafening roars erupted—divine light blanketed the sky, clouds churned wildly, and massive mountains collapsed.

Damn!

With a howl like a wolf's, Ye Chen scrambled back in a panic, his figure utterly disheveled.

"Huh? Why's he back again?" the spectators exclaimed in surprise, all turning their eyes toward what was behind him.

What they saw were rolling clouds, with dozens of experts charging forward—some riding flying swords, others soaring on clouds, their momentum earth-shaking, shattering the void space inch by inch as they passed.

This group was unmistakably from Hengyue Sect, led by Tongxuan Zhenren.

Seeing Tongxuan Zhenren and his group arrive, Yin Zhiping was overjoyed and quickly joined their side.

But for Ye Chen, it was a disaster—he was blocked by the Hengyue experts and about to flee again when the Zhengyang Sect and Qingyun Sect experts swooped in from two directions.

Shit!

Ye Chen cursed under his breath, making a sharp turn to escape in another direction. In the few seconds before the three sects could fully surround him, he barely slipped away.

Kill for me!

The Zhengyang Sect experts roared in fury and charged after Ye Chen.

This time, they were determined to kill him. Forget about the Shen Ku incident—more recently, he had kidnapped their Zhengyang Sect saintess and extorted a huge ransom without releasing her, leaving their sect utterly humiliated. Their killing intent toward him was now unstoppable.

"Master..." Ji Ningshuang tried to speak, but it was too late; the Zhengyang elders had already surged forward.

Seeing this, she hurriedly followed. Though she had wanted to strangle Ye Chen more than once, she didn't want to see him die horribly—he had, after all, saved her in a crisis, that shameless bastard.

Kill for me!

The Qingyun Sect experts swarmed after him in a massive wave.

They had long harbored deep resentment toward Ye Chen. Without him, their saint son wouldn't have gone missing. Without his interference, they would have captured Ji Ningshuang during the three-sect battle and avoided their current predicament.

Kill for me!

The Hengyue Sect experts also rushed in pursuit.

Though they had no major grudges with Ye Chen, they were sharp-eyed veterans who recognized his immense potential as a massive threat to Hengyue.

Kill for me!

After Hengyue Sect, another group from an unknown faction joined the chase—all of them were experts eager to capture Ye Chen for the bounty.

These days, they had teamed up to hunt Ye Chen for Zhengyang Sect's reward, but not only had they failed to catch him, they'd exhausted themselves. The frustration was overwhelming. Now, with such a prime opportunity, they weren't about to let that shameless bastard escape.

And so, the entire void erupted in chaos.

Ye Chen's lone figure fled ahead, all by himself.

Behind him were the experts from the three sects.

Further back came those hunting Ye Chen for the reward.

And trailing them were the idle spectators, wave after wave.

Boom! Rumble!

The world echoed with nothing but thunderous roars.

That vast sea of figures stretched on endlessly, black as night, with divine light exploding everywhere, auras soaring to the heavens, and killing intent filling the air. Fists, divine rainbows, sword beams, palm strikes, spiritual artifacts, and formation diagrams blanketed the sky.

"Motherfucker, come at me one-on-one if you've got the guts!" Ye Chen shouted back while fleeing desperately.

He had anticipated a scene like this but never expected the three sects' experts to arrive so quickly, turning what could have been a great situation into total disarray.

Now, chasing him wasn't just one or two people—it was a huge mob: over thirty Zhun Tian Jing experts, nearly three hundred Kong Ming Jing peak experts, and almost a thousand Kong Ming Jing cultivators. What an enormous lineup.

Not long ago, he had cursed Zhong Jiang and his group for not sending anyone to back him up, but now he saw they were right not to come—however many showed up wouldn't be enough against this beastly horde.

"What? Over thirty Zhun Tian Jing and more than a thousand Kong Ming Jing, all to hunt down one Kong Ming Jing cultivator?"

"Do they really need to make such a big fuss?" The news reached Bei Chu and spread across Da Chu. Even veteran Zhun Tian Jing cultivators couldn't help but twitch their mouths at the news.

"Not big enough for the Godslayer Qin Yu," someone said meaningfully.

"True, that shameless bastard always stirs up massive trouble wherever he goes, each time more explosive than the last."

"If he escapes this time, I'll take his surname," many remarked, stroking their beards with a knowing look.

Bang! Boom! Rumble!

While Da Chu buzzed with excitement, Nan Chu's world was filled with such sounds.

Ahead, Ye Chen had darted into a mountain range.

The dark mass of pursuers followed right in.

Soon, majestic peaks began collapsing one after another. By the time Ye Chen scrambled out, the entire range had been flattened by that pack of beasts.

Ahead, Ye Chen plunged into a river.

The tidal wave of figures chased after him.

Waves churned wildly in the river and sea. When Ye Chen escaped, the river was no longer a river—it had been completely vaporized.

Ahead, Ye Chen soared into a vast plain.

The sky-filling figures pursued him inside, and the plain cracked apart. Once that group of beasts passed through, the plain was gone, transformed into a series of abysses.

"Use heavenly tribulation to strike down these sons of bitches!" In the underground world of Zhengyang Sect, the Taixu Ancient Dragon had jumped up, yelling and howling excitedly.

Heavenly tribulation?

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the ethereal void even as he fled. Over thirty Zhun Tian Jing and more than a thousand Kong Ming Jing—if a tribulation struck now, what a spectacle it would be.

"Strike them! Strike down those idiots. Listen to me, it's foolproof," the Taixu Ancient Dragon, ever the chaos-monger, shouted again.

"Strike them! Strike down those fools!" Ye Chen rolled up his sleeves and joined in the yelling.

"You're really going to call it?"

"Call it!"