Chapter 1527: Recognizing People

The discussions were in full swing, with gods and goddesses, princes and princesses all locked in fierce battles.

The entire world had descended into chaos, turning into a massive free-for-all.

The war's fluctuations were immense, with bloody scenes unfolding one after another—blood raining down, staining the sky and veiling it in a crimson haze.

Many people turned their gazes toward Ling Shan, spotting Shi Jia Zun Zhe from afar; he was one of the observers.

Among so many people, he was probably the most awkward one.

It was meant to be a peaceful lecture at Ling Shan, with attendees from all directions showing respect by coming to listen. But before it even began, a group of troublemakers outside started fighting—not just one or two, but a whole crowd, turning it into a full-blown brawl.

Shi Jia Zun Zhe smiled, maintaining his composure despite being a Zhun Di-level expert, showing no anger as he watched the battle with a mix of contentment and astonishment.

"Venerable One, perhaps we should intervene and stop this."

A Buddha stepped forward, his Zen state unsteady, his face tinged with irritation.

"No need. Let's just observe quietly."

Shi Jia waved his hand and smiled.

"Look, the Holy Body has taken down another one."

As the two spoke, a group of elders gathered, hands clasped behind their backs, their eyes gleaming as they murmured in amazement and clicked their tongues.

What they were watching was a haze of blood mist, where the domineering Ye Chen smashed a godson with a single strike, obliterating even his primordial spirit.

By now, the number of godsons he had eliminated was no less than ten.

Yet, the godsons of the Shen Clan were incredibly persistent, and Ye Chen's enemies kept charging forward relentlessly, one after another.

At that moment, no one paid any attention to the cries for help from the Yao Clan godson; everyone was lunging at the Holy Body, intent on slaying this great foe today.

"Oh my goodness, what on earth is going on?"

The commotion was so great that it even woke Yan Long, who had been in seclusion inside the cauldron. He poked his head out from the cauldron's rim, his expression full of shock.

"What else could it be? Wherever I go, trouble follows!"

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and swung another dominating strike.

"Huh?"

Yan Long let out a light exclamation, spotting Xiao Chen displaying his prowess nearby.

"Is that the son of the Zhan Wang?"

"Just as you said."

Ye Chen replied casually.

"It's because I killed the Yao Clan godson to protect him that I got dragged into this mess."

"I see."

Yan Long chuckled.

"Another one from our homeland, living up to the Zhan Wang's reputation just like in his previous life."

As he spoke, he scanned the surrounding heavens with wide eyes, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"So many prodigious talents have gathered here for a group fight—it's a rare sight, once in a century."

"You're in the Nan Domain, yet you can recognize so many prodigies."

"Don't underestimate me."

Yan Long smirked.

"I'm the best at recognizing people. All the notable figures in Xuan Huang are familiar to me."

"Oh?"

Ye Chen, in the midst of his fierce combat, perked up with interest.

"Then tell me, who's fighting the Nan Emperor?"

"The one with three eyes and blood-red hair—it's definitely Xue Shang Zi."

Yan Long answered immediately.

"He's a tough character. His ancestor was a blood demon who cultivated through blood refinement and favored special bloodlines. You'd better watch out for him in the future. Once, a Holy Body met a tragic end in his later years, refined by that blood demon."

"There's such a secret?"

Ye Chen frowned, his gaze turning cold toward Xue Shang Zi for daring to refine a Holy Body's blood.

"That little girl is undoubtedly Di Jiu Xian, the youngest saint in Xuan Huang and even across all the heavens and myriad domains."

Yan Long continued, glancing at Xiao Jiu Xian.

"The one battling her is most likely Tian Can from the Shenming Domain."

"Shenming Domain?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"What's its background?"

"A branch of the Honghuang Shen Clan. His bloodline is even stronger than that of the Shen Clan godsons."

Yan Long explained slowly.

"Their cultivation techniques are quite mysterious, innately fusing with the Dao."

"Innate fusion with the Dao—that's a frightening technique."

Ye Chen sighed in admiration.

"The fact that he can fight Di Jiu Xian to a standstill shows he's a real force, incredibly heaven-defying."

"Watch out—the one attacking you is the godson of the Zangtian Clan."

Yan Long warned.

"Don't let his sword strike you."

Ye Chen didn't need the reminder; he was already swinging his war spear.

The attacker was indeed the purple-robed youth from earlier, who was extraordinarily strong, his killing sword a fearsome divine weapon.

"The blood of the Archaic Holy Body is truly exquisite."

The Zangtian godson sneered, licking his lips to reveal gleaming white teeth.

With one sword, he unleashed a brilliant immortal river.

Ye Chen paid it no mind, shattering the immortal river with a strike, then flipped his hand to combine the Nine Dao and Eight Wastelands Fist, forcing the Zangtian godson back.

He didn't underestimate this opponent; his combat prowess was on par with the Shen Clan godson, in the same league as Xue Shang Zi and Tian Can.

More importantly, Ye Chen had never heard of the Zangtian name before. Encountering it now, he couldn't help but marvel at how Xuan Huang was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, a holy land teeming with talents.

As they fought, the Zangtian godson raised his hand, firing a divine beam that tore through everything with devastating power.

Ye Chen responded in kind, merging his Nine Dao Taixu Finger with the Six Paths Divine Abilities, clashing head-on and shattering the Zangtian strike.

Then, he abruptly turned and slapped away an incoming Shen Clan godson. The Mo Clan godson who tried to ambush from the side wasn't spared either, getting knocked down by a single strike from Ye Chen.

The Chi Mei godson and Hun Clan godson charged in next, jointly activating an ancient bronze mirror to seal Ye Chen.

Though the mirror was powerful, it couldn't withstand Ye Chen's strike and shattered on the spot.

The Chi Mei godson and Hun Clan godson suffered backlash, stumbling back on either side, their bodies bloodied and in disarray.

After repelling these four, Ye Chen's war spear hummed as it transformed, swelling to the thickness of an arm. Like a wild beast, he swept it out, sending a swarm of incoming godsons flying.

Though they were all prodigious talents, not everyone matched the Zangtian godson's strength. The weaker ones naturally suffered the consequences.

Speaking of the Zangtian godson, he was brewing another major attack.

Ye Chen sneered and charged forward with his staff, his assault utterly dominating.

Their fight was the most ferocious; it was the Zangtian godson who first wounded Ye Chen's Holy Body, nearly splitting him with a sword.

"Is that the Bei Sheng?"

While Ye Chen and the Zangtian godson clashed with earth-shattering force, Yan Long showed no worry, instead fixing his gaze on Bei Sheng with fascination.

"Darting around everywhere—what's she up to?"

"The one making her act like that is probably the Ji Mi Shen Body."

Yan Long pondered.

"Yes, it's him."

Withdrawing his gaze, he scanned other parts of the void, grinning nonstop. The godsons and goddesses of the ancient nine clans were all there, as were the princes and princesses of the Nan Domain's five great king clans.

There were also Bei Sheng, Feng Huang Shenzi, Di Jiu Xian, Hun Clan godson, Chi Mei godson, Kui Niu, Xue Shang Zi, Zangtian godson, Tian Can, and Feng Xian Er—all top-tier powerhouses.

He was exceptionally skilled at recognizing people, almost like a strange talent.

He had identified everyone in the battle, and even those not fighting, like Xi Zun and Zhong Huang, as well as the low-key yet formidable prodigies, were all clear to him.

His only regret was not spotting Dong Shen. If she were here, it would be even more exciting, bringing together all five great prodigies of Xuan Huang.

It truly lived up to the saying: wherever the Archaic Holy Body goes, chaos ensues, each time more intense than the last—it had become a rule.

Finally, he turned his attention to Xiao Chen's side. This war had started because of him, and it seemed he would be the first to end his fight.

The Yao Clan godson, now reduced to flesh and blood, was still desperately calling for help.

But no one responded. Xiao Chen had crushed his physical body, leaving only his primordial spirit fleeing for his life, too afraid to continue fighting.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Xiao Chen shouted resoundingly, striding forward and slamming down a palm like a mountain, instantly suppressing the Yao Clan godson.

"The Yao Clan won't let you get away with this."

The Yao Clan godson roared.

"You must know that blood debts can only be repaid with blood."

Xiao Chen snorted coldly, gathering the power of annihilation in his palm.

"No, no, no!"

The Yao Clan godson's eyes bulged in terror, seeing the gates of hell before him.

He was unwilling; he still had grand ambitions and an uncompleted path to emperorship. A prince of the Yao Clan couldn't die like this.

But his unwillingness couldn't stop the force of annihilation.

In his final moments, the once lofty figure finally understood true regret—he regretted slaughtering the people of Li Chuan, which had provoked the Zhan Body and led to his total destruction.

Xiao Chen showed no mercy, sweeping his palm to erase the Yao Clan godson's primordial spirit, sending him straight to the Yellow Springs.

The most resilient Yao Clan godson was reduced to dust in that instant, his arrogance, ambitions, and grudges all vanishing with his death.

The onlookers sighed; a prince of a great clan had been eliminated just like that, a stark reminder of how cruel the world was.

With the Yao Clan godson gone, Xiao Chen hefted his battle halberd and charged in to aid Ye Chen, his divine eyes blazing and his killing intent soaring, like a war god descending.

The thunderous Zhan Body was overwhelmingly dominant; the moment he joined the battle, he split a godson in half, leaving all sides gasping in shock.

"Thanks for that."

Once he reached Ye Chen's side, Xiao Chen said sincerely. Without Ye Chen's full support, he wouldn't have been able to slay the Yao Clan godson—a tremendous favor.

"We're brothers; no need to be so formal."

Ye Chen swept a godson away with his staff, his vital energy surging as he cracked his neck.

"Now that your great grudge is settled, I won't hold back anymore."

With that, he transformed his war spear into a beam of light and stowed it in his sleeve.

At the same time, a crimson killing sword materialized in his hand.

It was the Fenji Sword, a genuine Zhun Di divine weapon, humming and radiating sword energy, with every strand carrying the power of annihilation.

"A Zhun Di divine weapon?"

Xiao Chen was astonished, hardly able to believe it.

"Let's go all out."

Ye Chen grinned and stepped forward, shifting from defense to offense for the first time, his Holy Body's might sweeping across the heavens.

The first to suffer was the Chi Mei godson, sent flying by a single sword strike, his divine body cracking and spewing Chi Mei blood.

It was only thanks to his deep foundations and Ye Chen not unleashing the sword's full peak power that he wasn't cleaved in two.

"A Zhun Di weapon—he has a Zhun Di weapon!"

The Chi Mei godson howled, but before he could say more, he vomited blood wildly.

"The Fenji Sword?"

Even without the Chi Mei godson's howls, the godsons rushing forward recognized the sword in Ye Chen's hand. The Fenji Ancestor's infamous reputation made it unmistakable.

"How did the Fenji Ancestor's sword end up in his hands?"

"What do you think?"

Ye Chen bared his pearly whites in a chilling grin and slashed out with the sword, sweeping across the void.

Blood sprayed as many were flung away by this strike. The weaker ones had their bodies turn to blood mist on the spot, and those even less fortunate lost their primordial spirits entirely, vanishing into ashes.