Chapter 926: Immortal Execution Sword vs. Six Paths Chakra Eye

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dark night was far from peaceful.

The once serene Yun Ruo Gu was now in utter chaos, the entire valley trembling with each step Hong Chen took.

Tai Xu Long Jin!

Ye Chen stood firmly in front of Ruoxi, unleashing the Tai Xu secret technique in an attempt to seal Hong Chen with this divine power.

However, Hong Chen had entered a state of absolute illusion, easily passing through the cage of Tai Xu Long Jin.

How am I supposed to fight this?

Ye Chen's expression grew grave. Among all his opponents, Hong Chen was the most enigmatic and mysterious—not to mention that near-invulnerable state and absolute illusion ability, which left him completely at a loss.

Perhaps, given enough time, he could find a weakness.

But in the current situation, Hong Chen clearly wouldn't give him that time, and he didn't have the luxury to think it through.

Open for me! Open for me!

In this critical moment, Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his sacred blood boiling, his origin and principles intertwining, trying to enter that near-invulnerable state once more. Only then could he match Hong Chen's power.

Yet, he failed.

Then let's fight!

Ye Chen roared inwardly, summoning his war dragon to circle around him. He burned his vital blood essence to gain immense combat strength.

Kang Long Ba Huang!

He unleashed another powerful secret technique with a single punch.

Hong Chen merely raised his hand slightly, spreading his five fingers as black seal scripts swirled in his palm, containing a force like that of ancient floods, vast and overwhelming.

Boom!

Ye Chen's peak punch was caught by Hong Chen's hand, the power of Kang Long Ba Huang instantly dissipated.

It's not over!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, forming his hand into a blade and slashing down fiercely.

Clang!

There was the sound of metal colliding. Though his palm strike was overwhelmingly dominant, it couldn't break through Hong Chen's innate astral armor.

Open for me!

Ye Chen's eyes turned blood-red as he threw another punch, shattering Hong Chen's innate astral armor.

But he paid a heavy price for it—a single palm from Hong Chen struck his chest, instantly shattering his ribs and sending blood and bones flying.

Ba Huang Zhan!

Halting abruptly, Ye Chen flipped out his Blood Spirit Divine Saber, merging nine Ba Huang Zhan strikes into one. The saber light soared into the sky, a golden glow over thirty zhang long, splitting the void with unmatched dominance.

However, to Ye Chen's dismay, Hong Chen had once again entered that state of absolute illusion.

The Ba Huang Zhan saber light passed straight through Hong Chen's illusory form, leaving a deep gash in the ground. In other words, Ye Chen's peak strike hadn't harmed Hong Chen at all.

Again!

Ye Chen roared and charged forward instantly.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The valley echoed with continuous roars. Ye Chen's vital energy surged, his entire body like a blazing fire as he unleashed every divine technique he knew without holding back.

Yet, Hong Chen seemed to be his natural counter, completely suppressing any technique Ye Chen used.

Pfft!

As golden blood splattered, Ye Chen was sent flying backward.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

No sooner had Ye Chen gotten up than a myriad of swords hummed from the opposite side, each one as formidable as Wan Jian Gui Yi.

Wan Jian Chao Zong!

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something.

His Xing Chen Dao Shen had once mentioned encountering a masked person in Bei Chu who also knew Wan Jian Chao Zong, with every sword as powerful as Wan Jian Gui Yi.

Now, it seemed that the person his Xing Chen Dao Shen met that day was indeed Hong Chen.

Tian Gang Jian Zhen!

Without hesitation, Ye Chen swung his sword, deploying a defensive sword formation.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of metal clashes followed.

Just as he expected, Hong Chen's Wan Jian Chao Zong was transcendent and peerless, each sword equivalent to Wan Jian Gui Yi. Even Ye Chen's Tian Gang Jian Zhen was battered and scarred, his powerful sacred body repeatedly pierced.

Pfft!

Once the swords faded, Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground, his body drenched in blood and bones.

This is on a completely different level!

Ye Chen staggered to his feet, his face full of helplessness. Hong Chen's strength far exceeded anything he could comprehend.

Zing!

The sword's hum was piercing as Hong Chen's figure darted like a ghost, his finger glowing with unmatched divine light, instantly piercing through Ye Chen's brow. Even his divine sea and the Dan Zu Dragon Soul within it were crushed in an instant.

The mighty Heavenly Court Saint Lord, who had once shaken the world and forced hundreds of thousands of cultivators to retreat, was now outright slain here.

Is this what death feels like?

In his final moments, Ye Chen murmured inwardly.

Snowflakes fell as his arms dropped limply, the light in his eyes vanishing, his entire body turning ice-cold. A powerful and mysterious force dragged him toward the eighteen layers of Di Yu.

Yet, a gentle breeze stirred, and his body trembled. He opened his eyes.

Yun Ruo Gu was still Yun Ruo Gu, with snowflakes drifting and peach blossoms scattering. Everything remained as before, peaceful and harmonious.

An illusion?

Ye Chen's expression shifted in shock, staring in disbelief at Hong Chen opposite him, his gaze fixed on Hong Chen's right eye, where the Xian Lun imprint had stopped spinning.

"No wonder there was so much commotion, but it didn't wake Chu Xuan."

"What a domineering illusion."

"Is this Xian Lun Tian Huan?"

Ye Chen's mind was in turmoil, his face pale. With his cultivation and combat prowess, he had been unwittingly pulled into an illusion. Everything had felt so real, and he could clearly sense the helplessness of death in that instant.

Hong Chen had already turned and was slowly walking toward the still-sleeping Ruoxi.

Stop!

Ye Chen took a sudden step forward.

But before he could take a second step, he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

He might not have realized it, but although he had fallen victim to an illusion, Hong Chen had used a great divine ability to turn illusion into reality. All the injuries Ye Chen sustained in the illusion, except for Hong Chen's final lethal strike, had carried over to the real world.

Ruoxi!

Ye Chen lay weakly on the ground, trying to get up but lacking the strength, his eyelids twitching as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, Hong Chen didn't stop because of Ye Chen's collapse.

His steps were slow, yet they made Yun Ruo Gu tremble with each one. His eyes occasionally flashed with confusion, his expression still wooden, but his intent was clear: the sleeping little Ruoxi.

However, just as he was five zhang away from Ruoxi, the snowflakes drifting through the heavens froze in mid-air.

Not just the snowflakes—even the scattering peach blossoms, the flowing air, the swaying wind, the falling starlight, and the moonlight all seemed to halt in that instant, as if the world itself had been frozen.

Soon, colorful divine radiance appeared, dazzling and intertwined, manifesting into a graceful figure.

She wore a white jade mask, her long hair snow-white, clad in colorful immortal robes. Her beauty was dreamlike, close yet feeling impossibly distant, enveloped in colorful divine light, with even her strands of white hair tinged with radiant hues.

She was like a exiled immortal, pure and flawless, untouched by the mundane world.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Sword hums rang out, not harsh but melodious, like heavenly music.

It was her colorful divine sword, gleaming with colorful light, as magnificent and enchanting as she was.

She stood in front of Ruoxi, quietly gazing at Hong Chen.

Her appearance made Hong Chen pause, his vast eyes showing unprecedented confusion and woodenness.

They were a stark contrast: one in black robes, the other in colorful immortal attire; one with a black mask, the other with a white jade mask; one wielding a red killing sword, the other a colorful divine sword; one like a death god from Jiu You, the other like a mysterious goddess from Jiu Tian.

In that moment, the heavens and earth fell into a deathly silence.

In Yun Ruo Gu, Ye Chen was unconscious, Ruoxi was asleep, leaving only Hong Chen and this white-haired woman in colorful immortal robes with her colorful divine sword.

They stood like two statues, staring at each other, as if time itself had stopped.

At some unknown point, the frozen world seemed to break free from its ancient seal.

The snowflakes in the air began to fall again, the peach blossoms resumed scattering, the air flowed once more, the wind blew, and the starlight and moonlight spilled down.

Silently, both their bodies trembled.

Blood overflowed from Hong Chen's mouth, and from his right eye.

The white-haired woman also had blood at her lips, and drops of blood slid down her colorful divine sword.

Hong Chen left, his expression wandering and confused, his steps stiff, his mind unclear, vanishing into the darkness.

Behind him, the white-haired woman coughed up blood again, staggering slightly. The colorful divine sword in her hand turned into colorful radiance and dissipated in the wind.

As the sword vanished, the white jade mask on her face began to fade away visibly.

Under the bright moonlight, a peerless face emerged as the mask receded, revealing nearly perfect features, exquisitely carved like a masterpiece.

If Ye Chen were awake, he would be shocked, for it was undoubtedly Chu Xuan.

Her expression, like Hong Chen's, was filled with confusion. Her watery eyes were vacant and wooden, devoid of any emotion, as if she were a puppet.

A breeze blew, stirring her white hair, and she collapsed to the ground, closing her wooden eyes.

The vast world fell silent once more as she fell.

Snowflakes drifted, peach blossoms scattered, and everything in Yun Ruo Gu seemed unchanged, peaceful and serene.

"Is that it?"

In the grand hall of Tian Xuan Gate, Fu Ya stood before the Huan Tian Water Curtain, looking stunned.

"What else did you expect?"

Beside him, Dong Huang Tai Xin sighed lightly. She also stood before the Huan Tian Water Curtain, not bothering to flip through ancient books, as if she had watched the battle in Yun Ruo Gu from start to finish.

"They didn't even really fight, and it's over?"

"They were battling with their intent."

Dong Huang Tai Xin spoke leisurely. "Zhu Xian Jian versus Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan—within their intent, it must have been an epic clash."

"So, who won?"

"It's a draw."

Dong Huang Tai Xin took a deep breath. "Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan is wounded, and Zhu Xian Jian is wounded too. That's expected. What I wonder is why Hong Chen is so determined to kill that little girl."

"What I'm curious about is what kind of relationship Hong Chen has with Ye Chen."

Fu Ya scratched his head vigorously.

"Even I can't tell what bloodline he has, and he's maintaining his bloodline limit state the whole time. How does he do it?"

Dong Huang Tai Xin fell into thought, murmuring with many doubts. "And his Xian Lun eye—it's from Jiang Tai Xu too."