Chapter 1657: It's My Turn

At a glance, there were quite a few treasures, enough to make a big profit.

Seeing the six attackers approaching, Ye Chen's eyes gleamed with sharp light, his gaze sly and fixed solely on their storage bags.

The Ming Jiang under Yan Luo's command were all incredibly wealthy; robbing just one would provide for more than ten years.

The battle erupted, thunderous booms echoing through the heavens.

Ye Chen was like a beast, taking on six opponents with sheer ferocity, relying on nothing but his golden fists and no secret techniques or divine powers.

He fought like a war god, his aura dominating the eight directions, launching devastating attacks from the start.

In contrast, the six Ming Jiang were in utter disarray.

Despite outnumbering him six to one, they were forced to their knees, one after another bleeding in the sky and plummeting to the ground.

Blood stained the heavens, each drop and streak painfully vivid, making hearts race with the sheer brutality of the fight.

"This is some kind of monster."

The six Ming Jiang cursed under their breath.

Only upon facing Ye Chen did they truly understand the might of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti. Though he was merely a Zhun Sheng, his ferocity was unmatched, his combat power utterly suppressing them.

They had already stooped low by ganging up on a Zhun Sheng with six Sheng Ren, yet they were still being beaten senseless across the sky.

It was humiliating; their dignity was in tatters. Their pride had been completely shattered, and their attempt to break the legend of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti's invincibility in its tier was a total joke.

"One against six! Does the Huang Gu Sheng Ti have to be this overwhelming?"

Below, the spectators exclaimed in admiration, swallowing hard as they watched.

"A single Zhun Sheng level expert is chasing down six Sheng Ren."

"Is it that the Ming Jiang are too weak, or the Huang Gu Sheng Ti too strong?"

"The Sheng Ti is truly a freak."

Tian He Ming Jiang furrowed his brow slightly; Ye Chen's power had exceeded his expectations.

He had not joined the fight, merely standing in the sky as an observer.

As a Zhun Sheng Wang, he would enter the battle last as the main act, the first Ming Jiang under Chu Jiang Wang, intent on facing Ye Chen one-on-one.

As he spoke, Yin Yang Ming Jiang charged in, a yin-yang crown hovering above his head, forged from special immortal iron, incredibly hard and heavy.

It was his natal weapon, harmonizing yin and yang, cycling the universe, engraved with ancient divine patterns that sealed various secret laws and powers.

"Be suppressed by me!"

Yin Yang Ming Jiang roared, driving the yin-yang crown downward, shattering space as it descended.

"Suppress your sister!"

Ye Chen cursed loudly, surging upward against the sky and slamming his fist forward. The yin-yang crown was formidable, but his fist was even more savage, shattering the natal weapon into pieces.

With his weapon destroyed, Yin Yang Ming Jiang vomited blood and was flung away.

Ye Chen followed with a step, performing a void shift to instantly appear beside him, wasting no words as he struck with a palm.

Poor Yin Yang Ming Jiang hadn't even stopped his momentum when he was sent flying again, his tough body nearly reduced to pulp.

After dispatching Yin Yang Ming Jiang, Ye Chen abruptly twisted aside, dodging Zui E Ming Jiang's strike of annihilation and soaring into the sky.

"Be devoured by me!"

Chi Yan Ming Jiang lunged forward, forming seals with one hand to summon a sea of red flames that engulfed Ye Chen.

"Devour your sister!"

Ye Chen scoffed, leaping out like a divine dragon and delivering a heavenly kick that stomped Chi Yan Ming Jiang into the void.

Finishing the job, he added a palm strike. Chi Yan Ming Jiang flew elegantly, landing in a perfect spread-eagle on the ground.

"Be sealed by me!"

Jiao Hai Ming Jiang's attack arrived, controlling a formation that pressed down from the sky to trap Ye Chen.

"Seal your sister!"

Ye Chen cursed again, gripping the Yin Ming Sword and unleashing a sword wind, enhanced with ten thousand swords as one, piercing straight through the formation.

Jiao Hai Ming Jiang fell as well, the sword wind devastating everything, not only breaking the seal but also piercing his divine body.

Ye Chen never left things half-done in a fight.

Just like with Jiao Hai Ming Jiang, even as he tumbled through the air, Ye Chen followed up with another sword strike, sending him flying nearly a thousand zhang.

It was fortunate Jiao Hai Ming Jiang had deep reserves; otherwise, Ye Chen's sword could have split him in two and sent him to the Yellow Springs.

Zui E Ming Jiang came again, still with a single sword, piercing the void and aiming straight for Ye Chen's brow—a deadly strike.

Ye Chen moved with ghostly speed, dodging in an instant and circling behind Zui E Ming Jiang, his palm like a divine blade slashing down from the heavens.

Zui E Ming Jiang bled profusely in the sky, his blood and bones scattering as he crashed down, creating a massive crater in the earth.

"Die!"

Feng Lei Ming Jiang thundered, standing at the peak of the firmament and raising one hand to summon divine lightning from the nine heavens.

The thunderbolts fell like divine rays, piercing through heaven and earth.

Ye Chen, still in the midst of battle, was hit out of nowhere, his powerful Huang Gu Sheng Ti smoking from the impact.

"My turn!"

Ye Chen roared, pointing his sword toward the sky.

Suddenly, ten thousand swords appeared, each glittering with golden light, their piercing cries filling the air in overwhelming numbers.

This was Wan Jian Chao Zong, Ye Chen's self-created sword divine ability.

One sword manifesting as ten thousand, directed by his will to destroy all in its path—a group attack move used against Feng Lei Ming Jiang.

Sometimes, standing high wasn't always an advantage.

Like Feng Lei Ming Jiang, perched in the firmament, he was clearly a prime target, turned into a sieve by sword after sword.

"Mount Tai crushes all!"

Di Yue Ming Jiang roared in anger, unleashing a phenomenon: a majestic mountain hurtling toward Ye Chen.

The mountain was indeed heavy; even Ye Chen's legs bent under the pressure, his body staggering and nearly falling from the sky.

"I'll make you crush!"

Ye Chen snarled, his golden blood essence surging as he lifted the massive mountain with one hand.

"Break!"

With a fierce shout, he channeled the Nine Paths and Eight Wastelands into one, punching from beneath the mountain and shattering it to pieces.

Di Yue Ming Jiang spat blood from the backlash, stumbling backward.

"Get down!"

Ye Chen dashed to the firmament in a flash, manifesting a massive foot to stomp Di Yue Ming Jiang into the void.

Thus, with Tian He Ming Jiang still uninvolved, the six Ming Jiang were all defeated—some unconscious, some crippled, the scene drenched in blood.

Only Ye Chen remained in that stretch of sky, holding six storage bags plundered from the Ming Jiang.

"Six Sheng Ren, six Ming Jiang, and they're all defeated just like that?"

The people below collectively gaped, struggling to believe that six Ming Jiang had been beaten by a single Zhun Sheng.

It was utterly lawless—one against six, and a complete victory at that.

In an instant, everyone's gaze toward Ye Chen changed.

The dominant Huang Gu Sheng Ti wasn't just invincible in its tier; it was invincible across tiers, against six Sheng Ren no less!

The observers' eyes shifted to Tian He Ming Jiang.

Of the nine Ming Jiang under Chu Jiang Wang, eight had fallen; it was up to him to salvage the situation.

Everyone wondered how Ye Chen would fare against a Zhun Sheng Wang; the upcoming battle was the real highlight.

"You're indeed very strong."

Tian He Ming Jiang said calmly.

"You're probably very rich."

Ye Chen stroked his chin, his eyes once again locking onto the storage bag at Tian He Ming Jiang's waist.

His words amused everyone present—what a peculiar guy.

What kind of person was this? He'd robbed seven already, and it seemed he planned to take Tian He Ming Jiang's as well.

"Oh dear, what a lively scene today."

Before Ye Chen and Tian He Ming Jiang could clash, a leisurely laugh echoed.

Figures appeared in the sky from all directions: east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, north, and northeast—nine shadows manifesting and speeding over.

"The nine Ming Jiang under Song Di Wang, Wu Guan Wang, Yan Luo Wang, Ping Deng Wang, Tai Shan Wang, Du Shi Wang, Bian Cheng Wang, and Zhuan Lun Wang."

Someone exclaimed in surprise, recognizing them all.

"Was this planned? Seventy-two Ming Jiang in total!"

"You never see one on a normal day, and today they all show up at once."

"Why aren't there any Ming Jiang from Qin Guang Wang? Ye Chen is from the first hall, after all—how come no one came to help?"

"The first hall's nine Ming Jiang are all at Xiu Luo Hai right now."

"Ah, that makes sense. I heard the nine Ming Jiang under Qin Guang Wang are all hot-tempered; if they knew someone from the first hall was being bullied, they'd turn the underworld upside down."

"Today is bound to be a big haul."

Ye Chen rubbed his chin, glancing around at the storage bags of each Ming Jiang.

As he mused, he looked toward the northeast, where the nine figures were the Ming Jiang under Song Di Wang of the third hall.

The Gui Quan Ming Jiang who had been eliminated earlier belonged to the third hall.

With that one's death, another had taken his place.

The Yin Cao Di Fu never lacked talent; there were plenty stronger than Gui Quan Ming Jiang, and just as many on his level.

Ye Chen was pondering whether Song Di Wang had figured out who killed Gui Quan Ming Jiang—it might well trace back to him.

"If they find out, I don't care."

He scratched his ear. He wasn't without backing; even the Ming Di feared him to some degree.

Besides, Gui Quan Ming Jiang had started it.

And technically, he hadn't killed the guy—just beaten him half to death, and then he was finished off by fierce ghosts.

While Ye Chen was muttering to himself, the seventy-two Ming Jiang from the eight halls had arrived, positioning themselves in all directions, nine per group in neat formation.

Each one exuded an imposing presence, exciting the spectators below; the Ming Jiang under the Yan Luo seats were all of noble status.

"The Sheng Ti lives up to its reputation."

A Ming Jiang from the third hall chuckled eerily, using secret techniques to scrutinize Ye Chen without restraint.

"Put it bluntly—are you here to watch or to fight?"

Ye Chen dusted off his shoulders.

"Does it make a difference?"

A Ming Jiang from the sixth hall replied with a eerie smile.

"If you're fighting, stand up here; if you're watching, go below. I don't want to accidentally hurt the bystanders when things get intense."

"How arrogant."

A Ming Jiang from the fifth hall snorted coldly.

"I'll remember you—I'll deal with you first."

Ye Chen tossed out the words and charged straight at Tian He Ming Jiang.

"For harming my second hall's Ming Jiang, you'll pay a heavy price."

Tian He Ming Jiang said indifferently, raising a massive seal with one hand.

"Don't try to scare me."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, channeling countless divine powers into one fist, with inscriptions etched across his palm and fingers.

This punch was overwhelmingly dominant, piercing the void and shattering Tian He Ming Jiang's seal. Even Tian He Ming Jiang was forced to stagger back, his face darkening.

This scene shocked all the observers and the eight halls' Ming Jiang—a Zhun Sheng actually repelling a Zhun Sheng Wang. Such power far exceeded their expectations.

"Keep going!"

Ye Chen bellowed, striding on a sea of golden divinity with a vast starry sky above his head, launching another assault on Tian He Ming Jiang.

"Come on!"

Tian He Ming Jiang shouted coldly, his combat power peaking as he summoned the nine heavens' silver river, manifesting an unparalleled secret art.