Chapter 882: Eight Kings Reappear

Boom! Bang! Rumbling!

This was a bloody hell where lives were as worthless as weeds.

Amid the vast black army, Ye Chen wore the Hun Tian battle armor and gripped the Ba Long Dao, fighting desperately to break through.

He was like a war god, burning with blood, paving his path with bones and gore, and no one could stop his advance.

"Is... is he even human?" On the war chariot, Xue Qiong's lips trembled, and even the arm holding the Sha Jian sword shook.

Even as their commander, he felt fear, let alone his subordinates.

For some reason, the rumbling sounds between heaven and earth suddenly ceased.

Looking into the distance, a space about a thousand zhang in radius had cleared amid the dark ocean of troops. Ye Chen stood there with the Ba Long Dao in hand, and no one dared to set foot within that area.

"Kill! Kill him for me!"

Xue Qiong roared madly, driven to insanity by his fear, vowing to eliminate Ye Chen that very day.

However, his orders lost their effect in that instant. The hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded the thousand-zhang void layer by layer, but they all gripped their weapons tightly, refusing to advance. It was a realm of death.

This was the might of the Tian Ting Sheng Zhu, like an eight-thousand-zhang mountain that no one dared to challenge.

Boom!

The void shattered, and a figure clad in golden armor emerged, with a single dragon horn on his head and demonic energy surging wildly. Behind him, a sea of demonic energy roiled, carrying an endless army that crushed the void.

Yao Wang!

The cultivators from all sides paled in shock.

Yao Wang ruled the nine heavens, his overwhelming presence shaking the world. He did not order an attack on Ye Chen but instead fixed his icy gaze on another part of the void.

There, the sky cracked open, and a young man stepped out, an ancient bell hovering above his head. He wore armor, his black hair cascading like a waterfall and his eyes like stars. He was Zhou Tian Yi, son of Dong Huang.

Behind him, countless figures descended from the sky—the grand army of the Dong Huang Tian Fu divine dynasty.

The demon clan and the Tian Fu divine dynasty armies stood on opposite sides of the void, facing off with sky-piercing killing intent, on the verge of all-out war.

"What persistent ghosts," Yao Wang said coldly.

"If you insist on interfering, the Tian Fu divine dynasty won't hesitate to go to war with the demon clan early," Zhou Tian Yi replied flatly, his words carrying absolute authority.

"The Tian Fu divine dynasty—such grand ambitions!" A cold and majestic voice echoed through the heavens as a towering figure stepped forth, standing in the void with an aura that swallowed the eight directions. It was Wu Zhu Wang.

"And what about the Wu Zhu clan?" A resolute voice rang out immediately as Long Teng appeared, clad in golden battle armor, with the Sheng Dian war banners waving fiercely behind him, like an endless ocean.

Woo woo woo!

No sooner had Long Teng spoken than eerie ghost wails filled the air, their howls piercing the soul and making hearts tremble.

Bang!

With a thunderous boom that shook the earth, Gui Wang arrived, his power pressing down on the nine heavens.

Ah!

Then came a soft sigh, and Di Fan appeared, trembling slightly, with the Tian Dian army surging like a tide.

"Today is quite the spectacle!"

A leisurely voice spread across the nine heavens as Shi Hun Wang arrived, his laughter ethereal and full of demonic allure, leaving people in a daze.

No sooner had he appeared than a graceful figure materialized in the void—Nan Ming Yu Shu, clad in battle attire.

In the east, a sea of blood surged as a majestic figure strode forth, a vast illusion behind him of blood-red scorched earth piled with mountains of corpses. It was Xue Wang.

As Xue Wang appeared, Xiao Chen emerged with the Zhan Wang Ji in hand, followed by the Jiu Tian Zhan Long Zong army.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The void was far from calm, filled with endless booming sounds.

Looking out, it was an army of You Ming, arranged in neat formations. Each soldier held a stone spear and wore ancient armor, their shoulders covered in un dispersible dust. Their expressions were wooden, eyes hollow, and movements stiff, like corpses freshly dug from graves.

"You... You Ming Di Fu?"

The cultivators from all sides felt a chill in their hearts, for the You Ming army looked utterly eerie.

You Ming Yan Luo Wang's expression was as lifeless as his soldiers', like that of a dead man, though a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as a bright full moon rose in the east.

Qian Shang Yue arrived, stepping on a river of moonlight like an immortal descending from the nine heavens, her white robes as pure as snow.

Following her was Da Chu Huang Yan, enveloped in battle intent and gripping the Tai A Jian. Unlike Qian Shang Yue, she was like a fierce female general on the battlefield, radiating heroic grace and unmatched beauty.

She too led an army, but her gaze was not on the ground below—it was fixed on one side of the void.

There, space twisted and the void tore apart, with ancient killing intent rampaging through. It was the Sha Shou Shen Chao, not yet revealing itself but blocked by the experts of the Da Chu imperial clan.

Boom! Rumbling! Thunderous roars!

The void trembled incessantly, unable to withstand the pressure and on the brink of collapse.

In that moment, the heavens darkened. Stormy clouds rolled in the void, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, with world-shaking pressure making the earth quake and forcing all below to kneel.

"Is... is this leading to the great war from ancient times?" The cultivators from all sides turned pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

No one expected that today's events in Zhong Tong Great Earth would draw so many terrifying figures. They were the supreme kings, the descendants of emperors, eternal foes across the eras of Da Chu, now gathered as if for a final showdown.

I see!

In an instant, someone realized the truth and turned their gaze to the encircled Ye Chen.

Their target was the Tian Ting Sheng Zhu!

Everyone suddenly understood. The Tian Ting Sheng Zhu had immense potential and would likely become the emperor of this era. Those ancient kings sensed a massive threat and could not allow Ye Chen to rise. They feared him, so they sought to eliminate this threat.

However, their arrival meant they were mere spectators.

For the descendants of emperors had come too. Their forebears were once the emperors of this land, and their duty was to protect the common people guarded by past emperors and pave the way for future ones.

The heavens fell silent amid the rumbling, with armies from all directions holding their ground.

Or perhaps they were mutually restraining one another, clearly divided into two camps: the kings seeking to kill Ye Chen, and the emperor descendants protecting him. Though no battle had begun, they were locked in a silent confrontation.

Boom!

The sky roared and cracked open once more.

In that void, demonic mist churned, sweeping across an expanse of blood-red scorched earth. Faintly visible were rolling blood rivers, mountains of corpses, and extinguished stars.

A vague figure approached slowly.

His physique was immense, like a mountain or a peak, with blood-red hair drifting and each strand gleaming with demonic light. His blood-colored eyes were vast as the starry sky, endless to behold. The supreme Mo Wang now ruled Zhong Tong Great Earth.

His appearance made everyone hold their breath, for the Mo Domain was the only force unbound by restraints here.

In other words, they held the key to the war's outcome.

Ignoring the spotlight, Kui Yu Jiang stood above the nine heavens, surveying the void. Among the hundreds of thousands of Shi Xue Dian cultivators, he precisely spotted Ye Chen's lone figure standing there, isolated and forlorn against the vast army.

"Ye Chen, I give you an opportunity," Kui Yu Jiang declared, his voice majestic and echoing through the realms. "Fight me. If you win, you may leave as you wish. If you lose, this will be your burial ground."