Chapter 965: Saint Son of the Divine Dynasty vs. Saint Lord of the Heavenly Court

This was a vast expanse of wilderness, stretching as far as the eye could see, known in Da Chu as Dongling Cang Yuan.

Dongling Cang Yuan had quite a storied past. In ancient times, Dong Huang had been crowned as the Heavenly Emperor right here, establishing himself as the ruler of Da Chu.

Beyond that, it was the site of a legendary battle in Da Chu's history.

Long ago, the Emperor of Swords, Sui Yan, had made his name in this very place by defeating the nine supreme elders of Shi Xue Dian, forcing them to retreat in defeat and shocking all of Da Chu.

There were many other legends about Dongling Cang Yuan, most from the era before Dong Huang, though the passage of time had made them impossible to verify. What was certain, however, was that this land was truly extraordinary.

Before dawn had even broken, Dongling Cang Yuan was already teeming with people, like an endless sea of humanity.

On the ground and in the skies, everywhere you looked were figures—scattered cultivators and representatives from various forces in Northern Chu. Their purpose was clear: to witness the decisive battle between Tian Ting Sheng Zhu and Shen Chao Sheng Zi.

"What do you all think? Who will win this showdown?" Even before the combatants arrived, discussions were buzzing from all directions.

"It has to be Tian Ting Sheng Zhu," someone said immediately. "He's a peerless demon god who has sent millions of cultivators fleeing in defeat. Such feats are unprecedented, surpassing even the legendary Chu Hai Shen Bing. Could Shen Chao Sheng Zi pull that off?"

"Don't be so quick to say that," an elder cultivator stroked his beard and replied. "Shen Chao Sheng Zi is the son of the God King, inheriting the true teachings of the God King. He's a master of one-strike kills. In recent years, he's slain hundreds, if not thousands, of Quasi-Tian Jing experts!"

"This is a peak showdown—victory is still up in the air!"

"Ye Chen is here." Amid the chatter, someone suddenly shouted, drawing everyone's gaze to one side.

There, Ye Chen was approaching through the sky, his steps slow and rhythmic, as if his body were as heavy as a mountain. Each time his foot landed, it made the void tremble with a thunderous roar, his presence inspiring awe and fear.

"What a crowd," Ye Chen said with a slight smile as he surveyed the masses on the ground and in the air. When his eyes glanced toward certain parts of the sky, a cold smirk appeared on his lips, as if he could see Shi Xue Yan Luo, Shi Hun Wang, and the others.

His arrival made the onlookers from all sides instinctively step back, not daring to meet his gaze directly.

Ye Chen paid them no mind. He stood quietly in the void, as still as a statue, waiting for Shen Chao Sheng Zi to arrive.

Boom! Boom!

Thunderous rumbles echoed from the distant skies.

Looking that way, the armies of Shi Xue Dian and Shi Hun Clan surged forward like a vast ocean, their killing intent piercing the heavens and sending chills through the spectators.

Next came roars of demonic dragons, as Yao Wang descended from the sky, followed by a sea of demonic energy rolling in with the demon clan's army.

Then, Gui Wang, Wu Zhu Wang, and Xue Wang arrived one after another, each leading their forces and filling the skies.

Finally came You Ming Yan Luo Wang, as lifeless as a corpse, his face expressionless and his eyes hollow. The chilling aura he exuded made everyone's bones feel icy cold. Behind him, the neatly arrayed soldiers of the underworld numbered so many that it made one's scalp tingle.

Mo Wang also appeared, but he came alone, ruling the nine heavens. He merely glanced silently at Shi Hun Wang and the others before turning his gaze to Ye Chen, standing in the void, with a flicker of admiration in his demonic eyes.

After Mo Wang, countless other experts arrived from various directions, all supreme ancestors from the major families of Northern Chu. Among them was Tun Yuan Lao Zu, his expression laced with a hint of madness.

In recent days, they had been extorted relentlessly by Ye Chen and Tai Xu Gu Long, but as a scattered group, they hadn't dared to confront them alone.

However, late last night, the successive generations of kings, Shi Xue Dian, and the major families of Northern Chu had formed an alliance. This was their last chance to eliminate Ye Chen, and they were going all out.

Boom! Boom!

More thunder resounded as the descendants of the emperors made their appearance, their forces no less impressive than those of the successive kings.

Boom! Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled with the sheer number of people—nearly thirty million cultivators, their presence causing the entire world to rumble and shake.

Hiss!

Seeing the skies filled with figures, all radiating killing intent, the spectators from all sides couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Such a massive gathering suggested that a battle could erupt at any moment. If it did, Dongling Cang Yuan would become a mountain of corpses and a river of blood, its devastation rivaling Ye Chen's past war.

"Shen Chao Sheng Zi is here!"

Amid the shock, someone shouted again.

Instantly, all eyes turned in that direction.

However, they didn't see Shen Chao Sheng Zi's figure. As the crowd stared in confusion, a black shadow had already appeared in the void opposite Ye Chen.

Indeed, it was just a black shadow. Even the elder cultivators couldn't explain it—Shen Chao Sheng Zi's techniques were too mysterious. He looked like a person, but he appeared as a black silhouette, his features indistinguishable, only his deep, lifeless eyes visible, cold and eerie.

"Have you settled your affairs?"

"You're quite confident!"

A simple exchange drew everyone's attention, and no one wanted to miss a single moment.

Perhaps they were too focused, because no one noticed a peach petal drifting in from the distance. It seemed ordinary, yet it carried an indescribable aura of the Dao.

The petal floated gently until it settled on Ye Chen's left eye.

In the next instant, Ye Chen's pupil began to change visibly, etching out the mark of an immortal wheel that slowly rotated.

"The Six Dao Xian Lun Yan?" Everyone was stunned. They had seen Ye Chen's Six Dao Xian Lun Yan before, but they were shocked that he had sealed the eye's origin in a flower petal.

"You old hag, aren't you afraid someone would steal it?" In the crowd, Tai Xu Gu Long—disguised—muttered a curse under his breath.

"Once discarded, now reclaimed?" The descendants of the emperors and the successive kings narrowed their eyes slightly.

As the discussions continued, the petal turned to ash, and the sealed origin of the immortal eye was reclaimed by Ye Chen. He needed the power of the Six Dao Xian Lun Yan to handle whatever might happen today.

With the Six Dao Xian Lun Yan's return, Shen Chao Sheng Zi no longer seemed as mysterious to him.

Under the immortal eye, all illusions in the world were laid bare. Even though Shen Chao Sheng Zi's form was like a shadow, he couldn't escape the Six Dao Xian Lun Yan's grasp.

"Shall we begin?"

"Whenever you're ready."

"I'll personally sever your head."

"Who gave you that confidence?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly and suddenly turned, punching through the void.

When the spectators looked, they saw that Shen Chao Sheng Zi had already struck from behind Ye Chen but couldn't evade his detection, forced out by Ye Chen's powerful fist.

"You're more formidable than I thought."

Shen Chao Sheng Zi vanished like mist once more, disappearing from the world.

Ye Chen's expression turned cold as he stood in the void. Although Shen Chao Sheng Zi had vanished, Ye Chen could clearly sense his position.

Zing!

In the next moment, a pitch-black killing sword appeared out of nowhere, thrusting straight for Ye Chen's brow with devastating force.

Ye Chen stepped back instantly, but the sword followed like a shadow, relentless until it pierced his head. Though the sword tip was still over five inches from his brow, Ye Chen's forehead was already split by the chilling killing intent, golden blood seeping out.

"The Silent Extinction Divine Ability—directly locking onto me?"

"Is your Tian Zhao faster, or is my Flying Thunder God faster?"

The eerie voice came from behind Ye Chen, as a second black killing sword materialized, aimed at the back of his head with equally destructive power.