Chapter 980: World Stands Still

Who are you exactly!

Not getting the answer he wanted, Ye Chen launched an even more ferocious attack, hating the fog of uncertainty that enveloped everything.

Yet, the white-haired woman remained silent. Her seven-colored divine sword, Qi Cai Shen Jian, trembled and struck out, capable of severing star rivers.

Shenshang!

Ye Chen let out a cold shout, firing a divine light from his brow to destroy the white-haired woman's soul and true form.

The white-haired woman looked indifferent, a strand of rosy light shooting from her brow—seven-colored and radiant like a rainbow. It crushed Ye Chen's Shenshang attack.

Zheng!

Shen Xuan Feng charged forward, his Fei Lei Shen Shu technique overbearingly powerful. In an instant, he was upon her, slashing with his sword.

The white-haired woman seemed to anticipate it, dodging effortlessly. She raised her crystalline jade hand, where illusions of the sun, moon, and stars formed in her palm. With one strike, she sent Shen Xuan Feng flying back over a hundred zhang, cracking the body of this supreme God King.

Hiss!

Xiao Chen and the others gasped in shock upon seeing this. Shen Xuan Feng was already a being of heaven-piercing might, yet the white-haired woman had him spitting blood with a single palm. They could scarcely imagine how powerful she was or what divine entity she might be.

Wan Jian Feng Shen!

Ye Chen advanced, merging Wan Jian Gui Yi with Feng Shen Jue into a single sword. Its power was devastating, capable of piercing through all things in the world.

The white-haired woman formed seals with one hand, and seven-colored rosy light overflowed before her, transforming into a magnificent divine mirror.

Keng!

Ye Chen's peak strike hit the divine mirror, sparking flames, but it did not shatter.

The white-haired woman raised her hand, pointing remotely at Ye Chen. A finger of seven-colored ethereal light shot out silently.

Ye Chen's expression turned stern. He activated his Xian Lun Tian Dao, manifesting a black vortex that swallowed the seven-colored ethereal light.

In that instant, the white-clad woman swung the Zhu Xian Jian, unleashing a river of immortals. Ye Chen was sent flying horizontally on the spot.

The God King, Shen Xuan Feng, struck like a shadow, his sword unmatched as it carved a bloody gash on the white-haired woman's body. But that wound healed instantly, shocking Xiao Chen and the others once again.

Ba Huang!

Ye Chen used Suo Di Cheng Cun, combining nine Ba Huang Fist strikes into one, punching through the void.

The white-haired woman's crystalline jade hand struck back, infused with over a hundred variations. Though it looked ordinary, its power was immense. Ye Chen was forced back again, his fist bones fracturing.

The white-clad woman's movements were elusive, like a dream or illusion. After repelling the God King, she slashed her sword toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's face changed. It was a sword locked onto him—not to mention its power, the pressure alone restrained his movements. Even as he shifted a step, he was still struck by the Zhu Xian Jian.

Pu!

A bloody gash appeared on his powerful body, with seven-colored ethereal light lingering at the wound, dissolving his vital energy and preventing it from healing. The killing intent invaded his body, recklessly damaging his Dao roots.

Only then did he truly confirm that the white-haired woman was the one who had slain his three Dao bodies.

Because each time a Dao body was destroyed, his true self suffered backlash from that same strange and mysterious force—it was identical to what he felt now.

Pu! Pu!

The God King struck again, leaving another bloody gash on the white-haired woman, but he paid the price: his shoulder bone was shattered by her palm, nearly crippling his entire arm.

The battle raged on, shattering the heavens and earth.

Shen Xuan Feng, the God King, and Ye Chen, the Holy Lord of Tian Ting, fought together but were still suppressed.

On the other side, Qian Shang Yue had unlocked her bloodline divine treasury, manifesting like the Moon Emperor, clashing with the purple-robed man in the void above.

Long Teng and the others watched with boiling blood, but they were occupied controlling the Tian Jing artifacts to form a cage, unable to join the fight.

As for Xing Chen Dao Shen and Xing Yue Shengnu, they were willing but powerless. A battle of that level was beyond them; rushing in would only burden Ye Chen and Qian Shang Yue.

"Are you sure you summoned the Tian Ting experts?" Da Chu Huang Yan glanced at Xing Chen Dao Shen.

"It takes time for them to get here," Xing Chen Dao Shen replied, annoyed by Da Chu Huang Yan's doubt.

"Then what is that?" During their conversation, Xing Yue Shengnu covered her mouth with her jade hand, pointing to one side.

At her words, both turned to look and saw a towering giant manifesting behind the white-haired woman, over a hundred zhang tall.

The giant was illusory, in the form of a woman surrounded by seven-colored divine light. She appeared dreamlike, as if standing in the river of time, like a supreme queen dominating all heavens.

Wai Dao Fa Xiang!

Ye Chen's expression turned stern, his eyes filled with shock.

Immediately, he activated his Hun Lun World Fa Xiang.

Not far away, Shen Xuan Feng's dull eyes flashed with surprise as he summoned his own Wai Dao Fa Xiang—a vast expanse of blood-soaked wasteland, piled with corpses, rivers of blood, and collapsing stars.

The white-haired woman formed seals with one hand, and the towering shadow behind her moved, unleashing a palm that covered the sky and earth, aimed at Ye Chen.

That crystalline jade hand radiated with thousands of lights, gloriously brilliant. As it fell, the void shattered inch by inch, as if it could obliterate the mortal world and extinguish all living beings.

Kacha! Kacha!

Ye Chen's Hun Lun World and the God King's Ji Mi Jiao Tu Fa Xiang were instantly shattered under that palm.

Pu! Pu!

Both men spat blood and retreated, each step crushing a section of the void.

Forbidden!

The white-haired woman's jade lips parted slightly, uttering a single word. It was the first time she had spoken since appearing—cold and detached, yet melodious like heavenly music, like a beautiful note from a Nine Nether Immortal Melody, carrying supreme authority that made all beings in the eight directions want to kneel.

In a shocking scene, the vast heavens and earth froze in an instant because of that word.

The roaring waves ceased, the blood mist dissipated, the air stopped flowing, Ye Chen and the God King's retreating figures halted, and even Qian Shang Yue and the purple-robed man in battle were immobilized. Everything in the world became still in that moment.

What... what kind of divine ability is this!

Though frozen, Ye Chen still had his thoughts, his eyes wide with shock and astonishment.

Time itself was halted; all things were suspended.

However, the caster, the white-haired woman, was unaffected by this heaven-defying ability. She walked step by step toward Shen Xuan Feng and Ye Chen, her seven-colored light dimming slightly, as if using this forbidden divine ability had drained her considerably.

Zheng! Zheng!

The Qi Cai Shen Jian rang out, the only sound in the world, its brilliant divine aura carrying a chilling killing intent.

Open for me! Open for me!

Ye Chen roared inwardly. Now immobilized, everyone present was like meat on a chopping block, at her mercy.

But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free, forced to watch as the white-haired woman thrust her sword toward him.

Nearby, Shen Xuan Feng was in the same state, his dull eyes growing even more vacant, occasionally flickering with confusion. As a supreme king, even he was helpless against this ultimate divine ability.

Buzz!

In that moment, Ye Chen's left eye, the Xian Lun Eye, trembled and activated on its own, the immortal wheel mark in his pupil spinning automatically.

Ripples then spread outward from Ye Chen's left eye, touching the frozen waves and restoring their motion, reaching the air and making it flow again, and contacting Shen Xuan Feng to free him from the stillness.

It's released!

Ye Chen's eyes flashed as he retreated rapidly.

Zheng!

The white-haired woman's sword was already thrusting, its tip just five cun from him, the icy killing intent piercing his sacred body.

A bit faster!

Ye Chen's eyes turned blood-red as he retreated like a streak of light.

The white-haired woman followed like a shadow.

Though their speeds were nearly equal, Ye Chen was still slightly slower. The Zhu Xian Jian's tip closed in—from five cun to four, from four to three, from three to two.

Ye Chen screamed inwardly, but he was powerless. The Zhu Xian Jian suppressed everything, leaving him no time to use secret techniques. Any slip would mean instant impalement and likely death.

Yet, in this critical moment, a ghostly figure appeared suddenly, blocking his path.

Pu!

Blood sprayed as that figure was pierced through by the Zhu Xian Jian. Even Ye Chen, behind him, suffered from the aftermath.

Buzz!

The stillness of the world lifted with that sword strike.

But the image of that figure being impaled was etched in everyone's eyes.

This...!

Xiao Chen and the others, now free, stared in disbelief at the person shielding Ye Chen.

It was Shen Xuan Feng.