Chapter 970: The Great Battle

Chapter 970: Great Melee

Boom!

Above Dongling Cangyuan, the massive hand that had declared itself supreme was crushed to dust by the powerful Ye Chen.

Kill him!

In one section of the void, hundreds of virtual heaven absolute killing formations suddenly emerged, instantly unleashing their immense power, all directed straight at Ye Chen.

If you want to fight, then let's fight!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, immediately activating the demonic path. He stepped on a sea of demonic blood and malevolence, wielding the Xue Ling divine blade in his left hand and the Mo Jian Chixiao in his right. Above him loomed the vast starry sky, while around him, the chaotic world of outer path dharma images overshadowed the heavens and the earth.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The hundreds of virtual heaven absolute killing formations hummed, unleashing world-shaking divine light that shattered the virtual heaven in waves.

However, in that very instant, Ye Chen vanished from the virtual heaven.

His disappearance wasn't the issue; the problem was that the spot where he had just been standing was now filled with a dense mass of figures: members of Shixue Dian, Shihun Zu, Xue Zu, Yao Zu, Wu Zhu Zu, Youming Difu, and the major families of Bei Chu.

This...!

These people were all baffled, exchanging confused glances. None of them knew why they had suddenly appeared here; they certainly hadn't been standing in that spot before.

Spatial displacement?

The descendants of the emperors paused, though they had never seen it firsthand, they had heard of it. This was the work of a master with incredible divine abilities, swapping Ye Chen's position with theirs—a heaven-defying technique.

Ah...!

In an instant, that section of the virtual heaven echoed with piercing screams. Ye Chen had vanished, and these people now stood in his former place.

The attacks from those hundreds of virtual heaven absolute killing formations didn't stop just because of the swap.

As a result, a massive wave of attacks swept through, leaving the entire world feeling emptier. There were thousands upon thousands of them, a dense black horde, and they were all instantly obliterated by their own virtual heaven killing formations.

This...!

Shixue Yanluo, Shihun Wang, and the others instantly turned pale with fury. Who could have anticipated such a turn of events?

Dodge!

The Yao Wang roared suddenly.

But his warning came too late. Space had been swapped, and Ye Chen now appeared in the midst of their allied forces. He swung the Xue Ling divine blade, slashing through a massive swath and killing over a thousand in one go.

Kill him!

Shixue Yanluo roared in anger, brandishing his killing sword.

At once, vast armies surged forward like a vast ocean, rushing toward Ye Chen with divine abilities, spirit weapons, and killing formations, turning that patch of virtual heaven into utter chaos.

Kill!

The descendants of the emperors also joined the fight, ushering in a war that had brewed for ages.

Boom! Bang!

The battle erupted in an instant, on an unprecedented scale.

Gazing down from above, the battlefield stretched for over a thousand li, filled with figures clashing everywhere—in the virtual heaven, on the ground—quickly staining everything with blood. People kept falling from the virtual heaven, while others charged into the void.

The war was brutal, lives as cheap as grass, even quasi-heaven realm cultivators unable to escape the carnage.

Witnessing such a massive melee, the onlookers kept retreating further and further. Millions of cultivators in a conflict of this scale were a rare sight in ten thousand years, only seen during the eras when the emperors of Da Chu unified the land.

Many sighed in awe, many trembled in fear.

Was this a continuation of ancient wars, or a world-shaking chaos sparked by Ye Chen?

They didn't know, and they knew even less who would emerge victorious. But one thing was certain: no matter the outcome, this land would become a sea of corpses and blood.

"Facts prove that my divine abilities are perfect for support roles."

Outside the battlefield, Taixu Gulong stood casually—it was he who had performed the heaven-defying spatial displacement earlier, wiping out over ten thousand cultivators with a single move.

"The Taixu Gulong clan truly commands the heavens and earth."

Also watching from the sidelines, Mo Wang Kui Yujiang narrowed his eyes slightly as he glanced at Taixu Gulong, a hint of wariness flickering in his gaze.

"Mo Wang, are you interested in joining my Tian Ting?"

Taixu Gulong looked at Kui Yujiang with genuine interest.

"Joining Tian Ting? What a joke."

"Honestly, I admire you."

Taixu Gulong smiled faintly. "You're different from them."

"Being praised by Taixu Gulong is an honor."

Kui Yujiang replied indifferently.

"My offer stands."

Taixu Gulong chuckled, then strode into the vast battlefield, his voice echoing faintly behind him: "If you can't become an emperor, perhaps consider being a guardian for one."

Listening to those fading words, Kui Yujiang furrowed his brow slightly.

Taixu Gulong's words were laden with meaning—he was suggesting that Kui Yujiang support Ye Chen instead of opposing him.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

At the heart of the battlefield, Ye Chen fought like a war god, his every move dominating. He mastered the Suo Di Cheng Cun technique to perfection, and wherever he went, swarms of enemies fell to the Xue Ling divine blade.

Meanwhile, Shixue Yanluo and his allies were seething with frustration, nearly spitting blood.

Ye Chen's movements were too unpredictable; the virtual heaven absolute killing formations couldn't keep up with his speed. Add to that the ferocity of the emperor descendants' forces, and this battle looked like a full-scale showdown.

But their faces grew even darker, for the armies of Nan Chu's Tian Ting hadn't joined yet. If they did, it would truly become a decisive war.

Quick victory!

Shihun Wang was the first to charge into the battlefield, teleporting directly in front of Ye Chen and forcing him back with a palm strike that made him grunt.

Zheng!

As soon as Ye Chen steadied himself, a blood-red divine sword slashed at him from behind—it was Xue Wang.

Not just Shihun Wang and Xue Wang; Yao Wang, Gui Wang, Wu Zhu Wang, and Youming Yanluo Wang all converged from every direction, intent on joining forces to eliminate Ye Chen.

Heavens! What am I seeing?

From afar, people spotted this and were stunned—six supreme kings ganging up on one man.

"It seems they've abandoned all shame."

A drunkard burst onto the scene—it was Da Chu Huang Xuan of the Da Chu imperial clan. He charged in and immediately drove back Yao Wang.

"Where's your pride?"

Following Da Chu Huang Xuan, a majestic figure entered the fray, blocking Wu Zhu Wang for Ye Chen—it was Mo Yuan, the first divine general of Sheng Dian. He and Wu Zhu Wang were old rivals.

Shihun Wang, Xue Wang, Gui Wang, and Youming Yanluo Wang ignored Da Chu Huang Xuan and Mo Yuan, continuing their assault on Ye Chen.

How dare you bully Tian Ting when no one is around!

Taixu Gulong arrived with a palm strike that sent Youming Yanluo Wang flying.

Behind him, over a dozen figures shot into the battlefield like divine rays—they were Dao Huang, Dugu Ao, Tian Zong Lao Zu, Zhong Jiang, Shangguan Xuanzong, and others, each at the quasi-heaven peak and incredibly formidable.

Dao Huang gripped his golden blade, his aura overpowering as he held off the mighty Xue Wang.

Dugu Ao and Tian Zong Lao Zu teamed up to block Shihun Wang.

As for Gui Wang, he was intercepted by an elderly man with white hair and cloudy eyes, looking like he was on the verge of death—it was Ouyang Wang of the Chu Hai divine soldiers.

Ouyang Shizun!

Gui Wang roared in fury, his voice like thunder, booming endlessly. Those with weaker cultivation were instantly shaken into blood mist.

He was enraged, filled with resentment!

Once again, it was Ouyang Shizun, Ouyang Wang, and that Chu Hai divine soldier. Back in the day, it was because of him that the ghost clan's forces were held back, giving Tian Zang Huang the time to break through. That single delay had cost them tens of thousands of years.

Now, the same person stood in his way, and how could he not be furious?

Ouyang Wang remained silent but stood firm against Gui Wang.

Ah...!

Gui Wang bellowed, as if unlocking some seal, unleashing a tremendous pressure that shook the heavens, determined to slay Ouyang Wang before all witnesses.

Ouyang Wang wasn't at his peak and couldn't match him alone, but he had an ally—Tian Zang Huang's direct descendant, Di Fan.

The two fought Gui Wang together, their battle shaking the heavens and earth, with mere shockwaves turning swathes of people into ash.

Ouyang Shizun?

Among the onlookers, some heard Gui Wang's roar and scratched their heads in confusion. "Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Heavens!"

As they thought about it, they couldn't help exclaiming, staring intently at the elderly man battling Gui Wang. "Is he Ouyang Wang?"

"Ouyang Wang is still alive?"

"Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable!"

Many veteran cultivators were moved to tears.

"To see the legendary Chu Hai divine soldier in my lifetime—it's all been worth it!"