Chapter 978: God King vs. Purple-Robed Man

Chapter 978: Shen Wang Battles the Purple-robed Person

The night was pitch-black, and the wind howled fiercely.

In the eerie and foreboding Shiwan Dashan, Ye Chen stumbled out, barely able to stand. He was gravely injured: one arm torn off, his chest slashed open to reveal his beating heart, and his golden bones gleaming through. His entire body was covered in wounds tainted with murderous aura, leaving him a bloody mess.

Thud!

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out as he collapsed to his knees on the ground.

Beside him, the seven descendants of emperors sat down heavily, gasping for breath.

They were unharmed, without a single scratch, only because Ye Chen had protected them that he ended up in such a pitiful state. If Ye Chen had been alone, his situation would have been much better.

Xiao Chen regained consciousness and rubbed his brow fiercely.

"It seems like I had a dream."

"Where is this? Weren't we in the Shiwan Dashan?"

Nanming Yushu paused, staring at her hands in a daze.

"I lost my soul, but it's back now?"

After a few seconds, the group exchanged glances and turned their attention to Ye Chen, who was kneeling on the ground. Compared to their unscathed condition, he looked completely unrecognizable.

This...!

Everyone's mouths fell open as they looked at Ye Chen's miserable state, recalling the events that had unfolded in the Shiwan Dashan.

Are you surprised?

Ye Chen wiped the fresh blood from his corner of his mouth and looked at the group, while using his Dao principles and bloodline power to suppress the rampaging murderous aura inside him.

Surprised... and happy!

The group's expressions turned strange. Since they remembered what happened in the Shiwan Dashan, they naturally realized how they had escaped. It was only because Ye Chen had fought desperately to protect them that they hadn't perished there.

As descendants of emperors, they had become nothing but a burden after entering the Shiwan Dashan. How embarrassing was that?

Help out!

Ye Chen glared at the group of emperor descendants with annoyance.

Uh... uh...!

They quickly stepped forward, placing their hands on Ye Chen's shoulders and using their pure bloodline power and Dao principles to help suppress the murderous aura within him.

After three hours, they finally withdrew their hands, and Ye Chen sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to meditate and recover.

Meanwhile, the emperor descendants shifted their gazes toward the Shiwan Dashan.

The scenes from inside the mountains now replayed clearly in their minds. They had witnessed so many unbelievable things and even seen their own fathers or mothers as emperors, though those were merely soul imprints.

They fell silent, as seeing the soul imprints left by the emperors finally put one of their worries to rest.

Huff!

Ye Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air and leaped to his feet, pulling out the Jiuzhou Shentu and scanning their surroundings.

"The exit is over 800,000 li away from where we entered," Ye Chen murmured.

"800,000 li?" The group was stunned.

"The Shiwan Dashan are incredibly strange, with powerful murderous aura, resentment, evil thoughts, and malice intertwining to create a force that displaces space," Ye Chen explained, though not entirely certain. "Back when Nanming Yushu and I first entered, the exit was displaced by several hundred thousand li as well."

"This time it's even more ridiculous," Nanming Yushu frowned.

"What about that female senior and the Taixu Gulong?"

"Wait and see!" Ye Chen took a deep breath and looked toward the Shiwan Dashan, his eyes flickering with subtle worry.

Although he trusted Zixuan and the Taixu Gulong's strength—remnants of once-supreme beings with many ways to preserve their lives—the Shiwan Dashan was a place of great peril, where any crisis could arise.

He knew all too well how powerful those evil spirits were, and their numbers were enough to make one's scalp tingle. In such conditions, how could the Taixu Gulong and Zixuan fare?

"Someone's coming out." As they waited, Xiao Chen suddenly exclaimed.

Before he finished speaking, a streak of purple divine light shot out from the Shiwan Dashan.

It's him!

Ye Chen recognized the figure at a glance—it was the purple-robed person.

Though the purple-robed person had escaped the Shiwan Dashan, he was in a wretched state, no better than Ye Chen had been earlier. Black murderous aura swirled around him, tearing at his body.

Where do you think you're going?

Ye Chen soared into the sky and, before the purple-robed person could steady himself, unleashed the Bahuang Zhan with his nine paths united.

The purple-robed person was caught off guard and hastily raised his hand to block, but Ye Chen's blade sent him staggering, nearly tumbling from the void.

You're asking for death!

The purple-robed person's face twisted in rage, one eye murky and the other hollow without an eyeball. Combined with his bloodied and mangled features, he looked like a true demon in the dark night.

The purple-robed person struck back, sending a palm that covered the sky and pressed down on Ye Chen.

Break for me!

Ye Chen swung his blade again, splitting the massive palm seal.

The emperor descendants charged forward, each wielding Heavenly Realm artifacts that erupted with divine power, nearly blasted the purple-robed person apart on the spot.

Get lost!

The purple-robed person roared in fury, breaking free from the suppression and streaking across the sky like divine light. Heavily wounded as he was, facing Ye Chen and the other seven plus nine Heavenly Realm artifacts, even his strength forced him to retreat temporarily.

Stay right there!

Ye Chen used the Cuo Bu technique to chase after him relentlessly, knowing to strike while the enemy was down.

This purple-robed person was even more elusive than the black-robed one who had descended on Nanchu before. He had survived multiple pursuits by Zixuan and Hong Chen, and even evaded the combined attacks of Zixuan and the Taixu Gulong in the Shiwan Dashan. Clearly, he was no ordinary foe.

An enemy like this, like a lingering ghost, had to be eliminated now, or he would become a disaster for Dachu sooner or later.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The quiet night erupted into chaos.

The purple-robed person's movements were guiyi, with Ye Chen hot on his heels, followed by the emperor descendants.

In their pursuit and escape, they plunged into an endless sea domain, stirring up massive waves that ravaged the waters.

You overestimate yourselves!

The purple-robed person glanced back, his face full of ferocity. If not for his injuries, how could he be in such a sorry state?

Behind him, Ye Chen burned his essence to madly execute Cuo Bu, but even so, he still fell behind the purple-robed person by a large margin.

Boom!

Just as everyone was at a loss, a rumbling sound came from ahead, with waves towering thousands of feet high, carrying an ancient murderous aura that rampaged through the heavens and earth, freezing the entire sea surface into ice.

What a powerful murderous aura!

Ye Chen and the others stopped abruptly, their expressions filled with shock as they stared ahead.

Thud!

In an instant, the fleeing purple-robed person was sent flying back, his arm severed as he vomited blood wildly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The void trembled with a slow, rhythmic sound—it was the sound of footsteps, each one heavy as a mountain, causing the sky to boom.

Soon, a blurry figure entered their view, though it was just a vague silhouette.

Shen Xuanfeng!

Ye Chen and the others were stunned to realize that the one who had severely wounded the purple-robed person was the Shen Wang Shen Xuanfeng, which surprised them greatly.

It's you again!

The purple-robed person gritted his teeth at Shen Xuanfeng, his words implying they had met before and held a deep grudge, leaving Ye Chen and the others even more confused.

Zheng!

A sword's hum echoed through the heavens as Shen Xuanfeng vanished in an instant.

The purple-robed person's expression changed, and he teleported away, but his back was still slashed open by Shen Xuanfeng's sword, creating a bloody gash. The Feilei Shentong in the hands of the Shen Wang was truly unparalleled in dominance.

Yet, the purple-robed person seemed to know the technique's power and dodged the fatal blow, which shocked Ye Chen and the others.

"Do you really intend to fight to the death?"

The purple-robed person thundered in rage, fleeing desperately and coughing up blood repeatedly—it was unclear if from injury or fury.

Ever since descending upon Beichu, he had mostly been in a wretched state: chased by Hong Chen, pursued by Zixuan, hunted by the Taixu Gulong, and now chased by the Shen Wang Shen Xuanfeng.

It was as if he was born to be unlucky, holding grudges with several peak experts of Dachu. Whenever anyone like Hong Chen, Zixuan, the Taixu Gulong, or the Shen Wang encountered him, they attacked without a word.

However, Shen Xuanfeng remained silent in response to the purple-robed person's roar, moving like a ghost, his form impossible to grasp.

Notably, every time he appeared, the purple-robed person suffered another wound.

Ye Chen witnessed the dominance of the Feilei Shentong once more, but the purple-robed person's resilience was the most tenacious he had ever seen.

For some reason, watching the flickering Shen Xuanfeng, Ye Chen suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Should we help?

As the Shen Wang and the purple-robed person clashed with earth-shattering force, Xiao Chen glanced at the group.

Seal off the four directions of the heavens!

Ye Chen pondered for a moment.

His words made the emperor descendants narrow their eyes, as if understanding his intent—to trap both the purple-robed person and the Shen Wang Shen Xuanfeng here.

It made sense, though they didn't know the grudge between the Shen Wang and the purple-robed person; both were their enemies anyway.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The nine Heavenly Realm artifacts rose into the sky, guarding the nine directions and forming a massive cage that trapped both the Shen Wang and the purple-robed person inside.

However, as the cage took shape, a beam of seven-colored divine light flew in, transforming into a graceful figure.

It was a woman in white clothes and white hair, enveloped in seven-colored divine radiance. She wore a strange white mask over her face and held a seven-colored divine sword, like a goddess descended from the heavens, radiating unparalleled elegance.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed sharply. The white clothes, white hair, white mask, and the seven-colored divine sword—looking at her, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"Senior, is it her?"

Ye Chen turned to Di Fan beside him.

"The white-haired woman I saw in the Tianzang Ancient City—it's undoubtedly her," Di Fan nodded lightly.

"I've only heard the legends about you; today I finally see the real person." Ye Chen said coldly, fixing his gaze on the white-haired woman holding the seven-colored divine sword. She was the one who had slain his Yi Qi Hua Sanqing clone, and he even suspected she had killed his Immortal Fire clone and Tiandao clone as well.

"The Shen Wang is now facing two opponents."

Long Teng spoke up.

"What is that woman's background? She's incredibly powerful." Qianshang Yue murmured, clenching her jade hand and looking worriedly at the Shen Wang Shen Xuanfeng.

Ye Chen snapped back to attention. The woman with the seven-colored divine sword was clearly with the purple-robed person. As soon as she entered, she erased the Shen Wang's spatial mark in that area of heaven and earth.