Chapter 979: Working Together with the Enemy

Chapter 979: Fighting Side by Side with the Enemy

Boom! Bang!

On the roaring sea with towering waves, thunderous explosions shook the heavens and earth.

Inside the cage formed by Tianjing magical artifacts, Shen Xuanfeng was fighting one against two, his supreme prowess suppressed by the white-haired woman and the purple-robed man.

The white-haired woman seemed to know the Shenwang well and also understood the weaknesses of the Feilei Shenjue, so from the moment she entered, she erased the spatiotemporal marks of that realm, leaving the Shenwang restricted at every turn.

Moreover, the seven-colored divine sword in her hand was truly a supreme divine weapon. When it struck the Shenwang, his wounds did not heal, and it repeatedly made him spit blood.

"Is that the Zhuxian Jian in Long Ye's possession?" Ye Chen stared fixedly at the seven-colored divine sword, his Liudao Xianlun Eye activating its source unbidden for the first time, trembling violently as if facing a great enemy.

Whoosh!

From Ye Chen's storage bag, the damaged Dijue flew out on its own, buzzing and trembling, with imperial principles in operation.

The damaged Dijue was an ancient jade once inlaid on an imperial weapon, and that imperial weapon had been severed by the Zhuxian Jian—this might be why the Dijue was so agitated, as it was hostile toward the Zhuxian Jian.

"Whether it's the Zhuxian Jian or the Dijue, they must both be suppressed by the mysterious power of Da Chu." Ye Chen murmured, "Otherwise, the Zhuxian Jian, which can sever imperial weapons, would have destroyed Shen Xuanfeng with a single strike."

"Thankfully, the mysterious power of Da Chu is suppressing it. Otherwise, with the Zhuxian Jian in her hands, who in Da Chu could stand against her?" Ye Chen took a deep breath.

"The Shenwang's expression seems a bit off!" As Ye Chen pondered, Long Teng remarked in surprise.

"It's indeed strange—his gaze is dull, vacant, and lifeless."

"You've noticed it too—the Shenwang shows a hint of inexplicable bewilderment in his eyes when facing the white-haired woman."

"None of that matters." Zhou Tianyi pondered and said, "What matters is why the Shenwang is here, why he's opposing the purple-robed man, who that white-haired woman is, and what her connection is to the purple-robed man."

Indeed, Zhou Tianyi's doubts were shared by everyone—they couldn't figure out the connections involved.

"Boss?" While the group was deep in thought, a tentative voice came from behind, and a man and a woman arrived through the air. Upon closer inspection, it was Xingchen Daoshen and Xingyue Shengnü.

"I knew it! Wherever there's excitement, you're bound to be there." Xingchen Daoshen descended from the sky, flashing a set of white teeth.

"Why are you here?" Ye Chen glanced at Xingyue Shengnü, then turned his gaze back to Xingchen Daoshen.

"On our honeymoon." Xingchen Daoshen said earnestly, "We heard the Shi Wan Da Shan has wonderful scenery, so we came to check it out. As we were wandering around, we caught wind of a fight here, and being the clever one, I came over."

"Go get reinforcements." Ye Chen said gravely, "Bring all the Tianting experts at the Quasi-Tianjing level."

"Look at that, underestimating me again." Xingchen Daoshen grinned, "I already sent the message back."

"Then hurry and leave this place."

"Don't! It's a rare spectacle—I won't go." Xingchen Daoshen shook his head and looked toward the battlefield, "That's the Shenwang, Shen Xuanfeng, right? No wonder they're called the Shenwang—truly extraordinary. I always said I had a connection with him. Last night, I even dreamed about him. You know..."

This guy stood there shamelessly, chattering away like a motormouth, making the descendants of the emperors glance at him sideways.

But upon taking a closer look, everyone's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Severed the connection with the main body, becoming independent?" They exchanged glances, then looked at Ye Chen with deep meaning, shocked in their hearts. For the main body to grant such freedom to the daoshen required immense resolve!

"No, no, that's not right." Meanwhile, Xingchen Daoshen stroked his chin, eyeing Shen Xuanfeng with some doubt.

"What's not right?" Xingyue Shengnü turned her head and asked.

"For some reason, looking at Shen Xuanfeng, I get this... this strange feeling."

"What a coincidence—I do too." Xingyue Shengnü said softly.

"You too?" Xingchen Daoshen was stunned, "What kind of feeling?"

"I can't quite put it into words." Xingyue Shengnü looked at the Shenwang, "I just feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

"What a coincidence—I feel the same."

As they spoke, both turned to look at the distant Shenwang, Shen Xuanfeng, with odd expressions.

Coincidentally, Shen Xuanfeng, who was fighting one against two, glanced over, his eyes briefly meeting those of Xingchen Daoshen and Xingyue Shengnü.

At that moment, a hint of bewilderment flashed in Shen Xuanfeng's eyes, and even the killing sword he raised paused for an instant.

In that instant, the purple-robed man pierced his chest with a dark finger beam, and the white-haired woman swung her sword, carving a deep bloody gash across his back, exposing the stark white bones.

Xuanfeng!

To everyone's astonishment, Qian Shang Yue, standing beside them, stepped into the cage and joined Shen Xuanfeng in fighting against the purple-robed man and the white-haired woman.

"What in the world is going on?" This scene left the descendants of the emperors baffled, even dropping the "Shen" and just calling him "Xuanfeng"—it felt so odd.

But how could they know that Qian Shang Yue, the daughter of the Yuehuang, had etched the image of the Shenwang into her soul long ago in ancient times? Through the vast ages and changing seas, that figure had never been erased.

Perhaps only now did Ye Chen and the others truly understand the shocking secret hidden in Qian Shang Yue's heart.

The descendant of the emperor, Qian Shang Yue, had fallen in love with Shen Xuanfeng, the one who had nearly slain her mother, the Yuehuang, in the past.

Such a secret might sound absurd, but it was the truth. Love had transcended all worldly boundaries, even those of mortal enemies locked in endless feud.

Bang! Boom!

Qian Shang Yue charged in, blocking the purple-robed man for Shen Xuanfeng. Though her power was far inferior to the purple-robed man's, she did ease the pressure on Shen Xuanfeng.

"Seal off the heavens." Ye Chen left a word for Zhou Tianyi and the others, then drew his Chixiao Jian and charged into the battlefield, joining Shen Xuanfeng against the white-haired woman.

This sight made the descendants of the emperors feel a bit dazed.

The Tianting Shengzhu and the Shenchao Shenwang, who were great enemies of the era, were now fighting side by side against the white-haired woman. The scene evoked a sense of emotion.

"Who exactly are you?" Ye Chen unleashed a world-shaking sword strike and transmitted his voice to Shen Xuanfeng beside him. This had been his long-standing doubt—they looked exactly alike, a coincidence that no one would believe.

However, Shen Xuanfeng gave no response to Ye Chen's question.

Shen Xuanfeng's expression was dull, his eyes vacant, occasionally revealing a trace of bewilderment, much like Hongchen.

"And who are you?" Not getting the answer he wanted, Ye Chen turned to the white-haired woman opposite, "Why did you attack my daoshen?"

Yet, like Shen Xuanfeng, the white-haired woman remained silent, merely swinging the Zhuxian Jian relentlessly, unleashing devastating seven-colored sword beams that neither Ye Chen nor Shen Xuanfeng dared to block directly.

Notably, the white-haired woman's expression also showed a hint of bewilderment, her eyes sometimes vacant, sometimes dull.

It had to be said that whether looking at the white-haired woman, Shen Xuanfeng, or the past Hongchen, Ye Chen felt an indescribable sense of familiarity in his heart.