Chapter 821: Eight Kings Descend

He can't be one of the Nine Emperors' legitimate sons, can he? Looking at the elderly figure on the brink of death, even the usually calm and composed Tian Zong Laozu couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

"Tian Zang Huang's legitimate son, Di Fan." Xiao Chen spoke again.

"I... I just feel something's off about this." Zhuge Laotou twitched his mouth, glancing at Di Fan and then subconsciously at Tian Zang Huang in the thunder sea. From Di Fan's aged appearance, he could easily pass as Tian Zang Huang's great-grandfather.

"Like us, he was sealed by his own father in the past." Xiao Chen said slowly, "But unlike us, an accident occurred with his seal, causing his vital energy to leak out and leaving him half-alive and half-dead."

"Even so, he's terrifyingly strong!" The usually arrogant Dao Huang looked at the trembling Di Fan and showed deep wariness.

"His combat power is enough to rival the Ba Wang." Xiao Chen said, his eyes revealing a mix of astonishment and reverence.

"What a pity he's grown so old." Tian Zong Laozu sighed with a sense of melancholy.

"The legitimate sons of Yan Huang and Chen Huang couldn't have gotten lost, could they?" On this side, Zhuge Laotou subconsciously scanned the surroundings.

"The two emperors never married, so how could they have legitimate sons?"

"Is that even a thing?"

"Father!" As the others spoke, Di Fan had already stopped in his tracks. Gazing at Tian Zang Huang, tears streamed down his aged face, and his frail body trembled uncontrollably.

For some reason, seeing Di Fan's trembling form stirred a sense of sorrow in everyone present.

This sorrow wasn't just for Di Fan but also for the legitimate sons and daughters of the various emperors.

Their fathers and mothers had once been the supreme rulers of this land, yet due to various reasons, they had no choice but to seal away their children.

At that moment, everyone could imagine the bewilderment and isolation Xiao Chen and Nan Ming Yu Shu must have felt when their seals broke. A seal was like a dream, and upon waking, tens of thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye, with the world transformed beyond recognition—things and people alike had changed.

"A formidable one has arrived." Suddenly, the mist in Xiao Chen and Zhou Tian Yi's eyes evaporated, and they all turned their gazes in unison toward a certain direction.

There, black fog surged wildly, filled with demonic and murderous energy that swept across a blood-red scorched earth. Faintly visible within were roaring blood rivers, mountains of corpses, and extinguished stars.

Bang!

Amid the watchful eyes of all, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky, and a vague, majestic figure appeared before them.

The man stood like a king, clad in icy armor, with blood-red hair dancing in the wind. His blood-colored eyes gleamed with a demonic light. His aura was overwhelmingly powerful, capable of devouring mountains and rivers or crushing massive peaks.

Mo Wang Kui Yu Jiang!

Xiao Chen murmured, instinctively tightening his grip on the Zhan Wang Ji.

"He... he's the Demon King of the Mo Yu?" Though Xiao Chen's voice was soft, it caused an uproar among the crowd.

"The Demon King of the Mo Yu." At that moment, especially for those from Yan Huang, their voices trembled, struggling under Kui Yu Jiang's world-shaking pressure. "Did our ancestor Yan Huang once battle someone like this?"

"Yan Huang, I hope you've been well." Ignoring the shocked murmurs below, Kui Yu Jiang's gaze had already fixed on Yan Huang in the thunder sea. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes filled with complex emotions—hatred and anger, weariness and grief, nostalgia and confusion.

In the past, he had been defeated by that man, and now, in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had passed.

Today, his great enemy Yan Huang had long since perished, yet he clung to life, driven only by his unyielding resentment.

"Kui Yu Jiang, this isn't like you." As Kui Yu Jiang reminisced, an ethereal voice rang out, its source impossible to trace. Though soft, it boomed like thunder.

"Gui Dian, you're as repulsive as ever." Kui Yu Jiang didn't even glance sideways, his voice equally ethereal.

"You know, one day you'll pay a heavy price for those words." Along with the faint voice from the horizon, a ghostly figure appeared in the empty sky opposite Kui Yu Jiang. Two rows of ghastly white teeth flashed sinisterly, and a pair of lifeless eyes gleamed with cruelty. This was undoubtedly the Ghost King, once suppressed by Tian Zang Huang.

"Today's quite the spectacle!" After the Ghost King, three more ghostly figures appeared in succession. They were visible, yet their auras were impossible to detect—utterly strange.

"Wu Zhu Wang of the Wu Zhu Clan."

"Xue Wang of the Blood Clan."

"Shi Hun Wang of the Shi Hun Clan."

"Today is worth commemorating." After Shi Hun Wang, the eastern sky was engulfed in monstrous demonic energy, forming a vast ocean that carried a golden flood dragon. The Yao Wang of the demon clan had arrived as well.

"No sign of life energy— that one must be You Ming Yan Luo Wang from the underworld." Dao Huang glanced at Yao Wang, his brows furrowed as he stared intently in another direction, for yet another person had arrived.

This one was truly eerie, clad in ancient armor and gripping a broken spear. His body was covered in dust, as if he'd just crawled out of a grave. His expression was dull, his eyes vacant, like a walking corpse.

Upon his arrival, only then did Kui Yu Jiang and the others turn their heads to glance at him, flashes of cold light in their eyes.

"Be careful, Shen Wang has come." As everyone looked toward You Ming Yan Luo Wang, a faint, ethereal voice echoed into the ears of every member of the allied forces.

The speaker was Qian Shang Yue, standing in the sky like a fairy of the blue waves, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on a vague, empty spot. Strangely, her face was filled with complex emotions.

"The Shen Wang of the Sha Shou Shen Chao?" Hearing that title, everyone—including Dao Huang—felt a chill run through them.

What kind of existence was Shen Wang? A genuine quasi-heavenly peak powerhouse, the god of assassins in the night. In the past, he nearly killed Chu Huang; during the Yan Huang era, he caused chaos; even the renowned Yue Huang barely escaped his sword; and most shockingly, he almost severed Xuan Huang's Dao roots.

Compared to Kui Yu Jiang and the others, Shen Wang was the most dreaded. No one had ever seen his true face—or rather, anyone who had was already dead. He was like a phantom.

"He... where exactly is he?" Some were already trembling as they scanned the sky, but Shen Wang's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"If he let you see him, he wouldn't be Shen Wang." Gu San Tong said dismissively.

"I say, Old Gu, come closer to me. I'm scared." Niu Shi San coughed dryly, wrapping himself up tightly and looking fearfully at the empty sky, afraid Shen Wang might suddenly appear and take something from him.

"You're overthinking it." Gu San Tong sized up Niu Shi San. "What level is he at? He wouldn't stoop to attack you. Besides, if he wanted to kill you, wrapping up in three layers wouldn't help at all."

"I like hearing that." Wu Ya Dao Ren said earnestly, not forgetting to shamelessly put on a set of armor.

The scene made everyone feel a chill down their spines because of Shen Wang's arrival, fearing their heads might roll if they weren't careful.

Not just them—even Kui Yu Jiang and Gui Dian felt the same. After all, Shen Wang wasn't just an assassin; he was a peer of theirs, a supreme powerhouse. A momentary lapse could lead to anything.

Below, the allied forces had already gathered from all sides in perfect coordination, each summoning their life-bound artifacts. Heng Yue Zhen Ren and the others had erected protective barriers as soon as Kui Yu Jiang arrived.

In this situation, they couldn't afford to be careless. Although Kui Yu Jiang and his group were far from being a match for the allied forces, a real fight would still result in devastating losses for them.

Boom! Boom! Rumble!

The heavens began to roar, but it wasn't the thunder from Ye Chen's thunder sea. It was the world-shaking pressure from the nine supreme powerhouses, each standing in the sky like a massive mountain.

These were all legendary kings! They had only missed the emperor's throne due to a lack of opportunity, but even so, each was a transcendent figure, impossible for anyone to face alone.

"What... what's happening today? The emperors' legitimate sons and daughters have come, and now the great enemies from the Nine Emperors' lifetimes are all here." Someone stared fearfully at the sky, their voice trembling.

"They've all come for the Nine Emperors." Dan Chen took a deep breath, his gaze inevitably returning to the thunder sea.

Hearing this, many were stunned and subconsciously looked toward the thunder sea and the sky. The arrivals of Kui Yu Jiang and the others were so shocking that they'd almost forgotten Ye Chen was still undergoing his tribulation.

Boom!

As they watched, the thunder sea erupted with a deafening roar.

What they saw was Ye Chen staggering back, having lost an arm, and struggling to resist the Nine Emperors' assault.

It had to be said, Ye Chen's vitality was incredibly tenacious. Under the Nine Emperors' siege, he'd held on this long without being destroyed—a feat that could make him proud of the world.

"I say, today's not going to be fun at all." Tai Xu Gu Long peered through Ye Chen's brow at the outside world. Seeing Kui Yu Jiang and the others, even he couldn't help but shrink back. "Good thing we have the allied forces here today, or we might have been wiped out."

Ye Chen didn't respond, taking that brief third of a second to glance outside, his expression extremely grave.

He never expected his tribulation to attract the emperors' legitimate sons and daughters, let alone the frequent appearances of the Nine Emperors' lifelong enemies—all supreme powerhouses on par with the Ba Wang! With nine of them here, even with the allied forces as backup, he felt no sense of security.

"From what I can tell, their goal is the same as the Ba Wang's." Tai Xu Gu Long stroked his dragon whiskers. "They're all trying to use your Nine Emperors Divine Punishment to seek a breakthrough. If things go wrong, they might end up like the Ba Wang, dying in this thunder sea."

"That would be for the best." Ye Chen took a deep breath.