Chapter 921: Condemned by Heaven

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Chu Xuan's and Chu Ling's soft whispers went unnoticed by everyone, yet they caused a violent upheaval in the heavens and earth, shattering the myriad realms simultaneously.

Kill!

Kill!

Immediately, earth-shattering war cries erupted, and vast waves of figures surged forward like a raging ocean. There were armies from the Shixue Dian, alongside cultivators from the major forces of Beichu, forming a colossal formation of several million strong.

This…!

The spectators were terrified, their legs turned to jelly, and their faces drained of color.

Three years ago, several million cultivators had besieged Ye Chen at the Panlong Haiyu, driving him into the Wuwang Daze – an event they had only heard about, not witnessed firsthand.

Now, three years later, they beheld it: the overwhelming scale of several million cultivators, like a surging tide that blanketed the sky, casting a dark veil over the entire starry expanse.

What a strikingly similar scene!

The difference was that three years ago, that figure had been forced into the Wuwang Daze, but now, he was battling several million cultivators head-on.

Today, I will end you!

Shixue Yanluo arrived, his roar echoing like thunder.

He was furious. A single cultivator had repeatedly defied his expectations, even rising from the land of death, filling him with a frenzied fear. He dreaded that one day, they might suffer the same fate as the Xue Ling family.

Ye Chen offered no words, his expression coldly resolute, but his response was overwhelmingly forceful.

He still employed Shrinking Earth into Inches, evading the kills from all directions. Wherever he appeared, everything within a hundred zhang radius was left without a living soul. Whether Lingxu Realm or Kongming Realm experts, none could withstand a single strike from his sword.

Like an unrivaled demon god, he rampaged through the army of several million, moving as if in an empty domain, scattering even such a vast force in utter disarray.

That blood-soaked silhouette left everyone in awe – whether the descendants of emperors, the kings of past eras, the spectators from all sides, or even the Taixu Gulong – they all had their eyes fixed on that peerless demon god.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Figures exploded into blood mist one after another, and Ye Chen sustained injuries continuously.

The enemy's formation was simply too immense. Even in his Bloodline Limit state, his body was bathed in fresh blood.

However, as the Taixu Gulong had said, the domineering Bloodline Limit state brought him infinitely close to being indestructible, with his regenerative power elevated to an extreme, causing his wounds to vanish in an instant.

Not only his regeneration, but his strength, speed, Dao principles, and divine abilities were all elevated to extremes – this was a transcendent evolution.

"This... this is what it means to be infinitely close to indestructible?" The Tianzong Ancestor was shocked, his voice trembling.

"It's already surpassed the achievements of the Chu Hai divine weapon." The Dao Huang took a deep breath. "The younger generation is truly formidable!"

"Have you noticed? It seems like he's missing something." The Zhuge old man stroked his chin.

"The Six Paths Immortal Wheel Eye." The Taixu Gulong spoke calmly.

"Did he use the Six Paths Immortal Wheel Eye as the price to escape from the Wuwang Daze alive?" Zhong Jiang pondered aloud.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The slaughter continued, fierce beyond measure.

Ye Chen kept taking hits, his body repeatedly bathed in blood.

Yet, his domineering regenerative power allowed him to swing his killing sword freely.

Though he didn't know the source of this power, he feared no battle. His killing was not just for his own Dao, nor solely for a single emotion, but a defiance against fate.

Liu Ruyan, she had died.

Why was heaven so unkind?

Why were the heavens so unjust?

Amid the slaughter, he questioned himself and the sky above.

In the midst of the killing, he gradually realized it wasn't that heaven was unkind or the heavens unjust; it was because they were mere ants, puppets of fate.

He vowed to defy the heavens, break free from fate's chains, evolve through slaughter, and ascend as a king. With the glory of a king, he would declare war on the heavens and master his own destiny.

Even if this path of defying heaven branded him with eternal infamy, he would tread over piles of bones and seas of blood to conquer the skies.

Boom!

His defiance provoked the fury of the nine heavens, with thunder roaring and an overwhelming pressure that made the very world tremble.

Heaven... heavenly tribulation?

Everyone's expressions changed drastically – this was the prelude to a heavenly tribulation.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

Heavenly tribulation was notoriously ferocious, and no one present was unaware. Once it descended, everyone in this realm – whether descendants of emperors, armies of past kings, the several million cultivators from Shixue Dian and Beichu's major forces, or the spectators from all sides and the Taixu Gulong – they would all be caught in it together.

Damn it!

Too many people couldn't help but curse.

Counting everyone here, there were nearly twenty million cultivators. What a spectacle it would be to face tribulation together!

Who is it?

Some cursed loudly, others fled.

Soon, all eyes converged on a youth with blood-soaked hair – that peerless demon god.

Is it the Archaic Holy Body facing tribulation?

Instantly, everyone's hearts sank. This was the one who had been struck by lightning time and again, dragging countless others into his tribulations, with uncountable deaths under his thunder.

Now, was he about to pull nearly twenty million cultivators into his tribulation?

Retreat! Retreat now!

The leaders from all sides roared, as if realizing something terrifying. They understood why Ye Chen dared to fight several million so boldly – this was premeditated, a plan to wipe them out in one go!

At once, everyone began retreating, not knowing where to, as long as they got far from Ye Chen.

"Is he... is he insane?" Niu Shisan said, his voice trembling as he instinctively backed away.

"This isn't a heavenly tribulation. Look how scared you are." The Taixu Gulong glanced at the cowering Niu Shisan.

"It's not a heavenly tribulation?"

"It's someone who has angered the will of the heavens, but it's not a tribulation." The Taixu Gulong's words were laden with meaning.

"It couldn't be Ye Chen, could it!" The Zhuge old man swallowed hard.

"Besides him, who else?" The Taixu Gulong said calmly. "Now, I truly understand the purpose of his slaughter. He's killing people, but defying the heavens, forcing himself onto a path of no return!"

"Ye Chen, please don't do this!" Chu Ling's body trembled, tears shimmering in her eyes.

"Is this your Dao?" Chu Ling's face paled, her jade hand gripping the sword shaking.

"I'll say this once: if you don't want him to die, stay put." The Taixu Gulong took a deep breath, his voice firm and resounding, carrying the dignity of a supreme being.

Pfft!

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Chen's body split open, black blood gushing forth.

This sight left those who had retreated far away in stunned bewilderment, for everything felt eerily unnatural.

Was the heavenly tribulation targeting only him?

Yet, under everyone's gaze, Ye Chen remained eerily silent. His torn body healed in an instant, and the gushing blood flowed back into him.

Pfft!

Soon, his body split open again, blood spraying once more.

Still, he said nothing, standing like a monolith in the bloody wind, unmoving.

What followed was harrowing: his body seemed under assault by an invisible force, constantly tearing and mending, tearing and mending, until even his domineering regenerative power couldn't keep up, leaving him drenched in black blood.

The will of the heavens was attacking him, unleashing invisible thunderbolts. It wasn't a tribulation, but his personal ordeal.

Pfft!

Infinitely close to indestructible, yet his back cracked open, revealing dark bones.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed as his chest split, exposing his beating heart.

Pfft!

Black blood light erupted as his skull fractured, half turning to mist, a ghastly sight.

Pfft! Pfft!

Two more invisible thunderbolts shattered his kneecaps.

Bang!

The void trembled as he slammed to his knees on the ground, like an eternal sinner enduring heavenly punishment.

Yet, before all eyes, his legs quivered as he forced himself upright, tilting his head to the sky for the first time. His face revealed no emotion, like a puppet devoid of pain.

You fear me!

At last, he spoke, gazing at the heavens, his voice calm and hoarse.

Boom!

His words made the nine heavens thunder again, shaking the eternal firmament.

At the sight, everyone's hearts trembled. That blood-colored figure etched itself deeply into their minds.

Kill!

Kill for me!

Shixue Yanluo, who had retreated a thousand zhang, suddenly bellowed, sensing an opportunity in Ye Chen's vulnerability to eliminate him.

Instantly, the several million cultivators who had scattered in retreat surged toward Ye Chen like four massive waves.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze from the heavens and silently looked in one direction.

With a single glance, over a million charging cultivators halted abruptly, none daring to advance further.

Vaguely, one could see their sword-gripping hands trembling. In their eyes, he was no man, but a demon god – stepping forward meant death.

This is the might of a king!

The spectators from all sides sighed in admiration.

Kill for me!

Shixue Yanluo erupted in rage, his voice like thunder.

Only after a pause of three seconds did the cultivators roar again, launching another earth-shattering assault.

Ye Chen moved, dragging his mutilated body, stepping forward with Shrinking Earth into Inches, instantly reaching a Zhuntian Realm expert, twisting off his head, then whirling around to slash a swath through the crowd.

The battle resumed, brutal beyond words.

Ye Chen killed like a madman, but his body kept tearing and healing, tearing and healing – not from the cultivators' attacks, but from the invisible thunder of the heavens' will.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed endlessly, blood mist billowed, shrouding the sky.

The ground became mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, turning the world red.

Who could have imagined that this war lasted three full days and nights, with one man slaughtering several million cultivators until they fled in defeat?

It was still night, pitch black.

On the vast wasteland, Ye Chen trudged with his killing sword, his back desolate, his body a mess of blood and bones, staggering like a doomsday war god on the brink of life's end.

A breeze blew, making his unsteady form sway.

Finally, he collapsed.

Ye Chen!

A glow swept in, a pair of jade hands caught him, pulling him into an embrace, tears soaking his clothes.

Chu Xuan, I'm so tired!

Ye Chen's eyes grew dim, his voice hoarse and exhausted.