Chapter 1732: The Demon Lord's Assassin

Chapter 1732: Demon Lord Killer

The blood-haired Tianmo roared the loudest, screaming, "Protect the emperor, save me." Among the demon lords, he was the most disgraceful.

It was all because Ye Chen was too formidable, driving him to the brink of collapse. His physical body was already destroyed, leaving only his yuan shen, so how could he not be terrified?

The Tianmo soldiers and generals remained loyal, surging forward like endless waves. They unleashed divine abilities, secret techniques, magical artifacts, and array patterns without restraint.

"Get back!" Ye Chen thundered, his attacks lacking any specific form. Gripping the Jidao emperor sword, he swung wildly with overwhelming dominance.

Behind him lay a path of blood, strewn with bones and gore.

The blood-haired Tianmo fled in terror, escaping again and again, until he darted back into the Wuwang Youyuan, his posture embarrassingly frantic.

"Where are you going?" Ye Chen cleaved through the bloody path and chased after him.

Seeing this, the Tianmo soldiers and generals flooded in en masse, but in the next instant, a golden hand swept them all out.

Even so, two more Tianmo plunged in: a purple-haired Tianmo and a three-eyed Tianmo, both genuine Zhun Di.

Ye Chen ignored them and pursued the blood-haired Tianmo. He understood the principle of striking while the enemy was weak and defeating them one by one.

The Youyuan was pitch-black, devoid of light, eerie and frigid like a spatial black hole. As he chased, it seemed to have no end.

"Is it this deep?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Die!" From behind, the pursuing purple-haired Tianmo and three-eyed Tianmo launched their divine abilities, targeting Ye Chen's yuan shen directly.

Ye Chen paid no mind, enduring the attacks with his yuan shen, which was wrapped in emperor path principles, strong enough to withstand Zhun Di-level assaults on the soul.

Having tanked those two strikes, he wouldn't let the blood-haired Tianmo below fare any better. He combined the nine paths of Shen Shang into one and struck with force.

The blood-haired Tianmo let out a miserable scream and plummeted downward, finally hitting the ground.

Ye Chen followed, descending to discover that the depths of Wuwang Youyuan were a vast demonic land—dark and shadowy, immense and boundless.

Nothing grew here; it was littered with half-buried skeletons and weapons, like an ancient battlefield or an endless hell.

One look was enough to shock anyone. Without coming down personally, no one would know that beneath the Lingyu lay such a hidden realm.

"Save me." The blood-haired Tianmo continued to flee, dashing deeper.

"Still running?" Ye Chen sneered, stepping forward to shrink the ground into inches, instantly closing in. With one sword, he slashed the blood-haired Tianmo away, and golden light flashed from his brow, with Shen Shang's divine glow entwined with thunder.

Since the opponent was only a yuan shen, Yuan Shen secret techniques were ideal, and Shen Shang specialized in attacking the soul's true form—especially when nine paths were united.

The blood-haired Tianmo was hit, pierced by Shen Shang, nearly perishing on the spot.

Yet, he didn't turn back, desperately bolting toward the depths.

This time, though, his luck ran out as Ye Chen caught up, unleashing Shen Shang wildly until he left him questioning his existence.

He knelt—this time for real. His already ethereal yuan shen turned transparent, swaying with the yin feng, unable to withstand even a breeze.

"Blood debts must be paid in blood." Ye Chen advanced, his sword like a storm god, fused with Shen Shang secret techniques, locking onto the blood-haired Tianmo's brow.

"No, no, no!" The blood-haired Tianmo, just regaining his senses, saw the deadly sword approaching. His eyes bulged, pupils contracted, and his entire body turned ice-cold.

Ye Chen showed no mercy, striking without hesitation. The sword crushed everything in its path, carrying power that could pierce through all existence.

Naturally, the blood-haired Tianmo couldn't block it. His yuan shen skull was pierced, and the flames of his origin and true form were extinguished.

With one powerful Mojun slain, Ye Chen's glorious record gained another bold stroke, truly earning him the title of Mojun Shashou.

"You deserve to die." The purple-haired Tianmo and three-eyed Tianmo arrived, enraged by the sight of the blood-haired Tianmo's fate, their thunderous fury shaking the air.

"I've slain emperors before—do you think I'm afraid of you?" Ye Chen activated his Ba Ti, his white hair instantly turning gold as his combat power surged.

In the Ba Ti state, he was nearly indestructible, at the peak of his strength, giving him the qualification to take on two Zhun Di at once.

"Devour!" The purple-haired Tianmo roared, summoning a sea of blood-red magic where vicious dragons thrashed and malevolent ghosts struggled. Every wisp of blood qi was as heavy as a mountain.

Such a magic sea could obliterate most Zhun Di upon engulfing them, not to mention the terrifying Tianmo prohibitions within.

Ye Chen was swallowed, the sea exerting devouring and sealing forces, accompanied by demonic sounds that disturbed his mind.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, bursting out like a golden divine dragon.

The three-eyed Tianmo had been waiting above. Seeing Ye Chen emerge, he struck from the sky with a sword, unleashing a pitch-black magic river.

The two coordinated perfectly, their tactics seamless.

Ye Chen was savage, using his Ba Ti sacred body to endure the sword strike, then countering with the Bahuang Fist that nearly exploded the three-eyed Tianmo.

At the same time, the purple-haired Tianmo's blood-red magic sea surged again, raising monstrous waves to blast Ye Chen apart.

But Ye Chen was prepared this time, summoning his golden divine sea to counter it. The two seas—one gold, one blood—devoured each other fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand in this epic clash.

"Suppress!" The purple-haired Tianmo soared into the heavens, slamming down a palm as heavy as an eight-thousand-zhang mountain, shattering the void inch by inch with devastating power.

"Come on!" Ye Chen charged upward against the odds, his emperor sword ringing as he executed the Wanjian Fengshen, piercing through the palm strike.

With the secret technique broken, the purple-haired Tianmo staggered back, his eyes filled with shock. Ye Chen's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Could slay emperors and cut down Mojun—this proved Ye Chen's terror. Only by facing him directly did he realize just how formidable he was.

"Scared?" Ye Chen scoffed, slashing through the void with his sword.

The purple-haired Tianmo had just steadied himself when he was sent flying again, his demonic body exploding, wounds laced with emperor path principles.

Seeing this, the three-eyed Tianmo crossed the sky, firing a demonic beam from his brow—a magic pearl inscribed with black runes, radiating demonic qi, a powerful Zhun Di life weapon.

Ye Chen was caught off guard, his form stumbling from the pearl's impact.

The purple-haired Tianmo seized the chance to breathe, fusing thousands of secret techniques into one finger, aiming for Ye Chen's brow to severely damage his yuan shen.

"With you?" Ye Chen roared, his golden qi and blood surging like blazing flames, intertwined with chaotic principles.

He withstood the pearl's suppression and shattered it with a sword.

The three-eyed Tianmo spat blood, suffering backlash from his life weapon's destruction.

In that flash, Ye Chen used Taixu Nuoyi to evade, shifting the purple-haired Tianmo's finger away from vital points, sparing his yuan shen.

"Time to switch—I'm having fun now." Ye Chen sheathed his emperor sword into his body, fighting bare-handed. He flipped the purple-haired Tianmo with a palm and kicked the three-eyed Tianmo away.

The two Zhun Di Tianmo were utterly humiliated, plummeting together from the sky and crashing into a deep pit on the dark ground.

"I don't believe it." The purple-haired Tianmo landed and sprang up instantly, charging into the heavens. His demonic eyes were savage and bloodthirsty, veins bulging on his forehead, his face twisted in grotesque fury.

With a roar, he transformed into his true form.

It was massive as a mountain, covered in scales with fin bones on its back gleaming with demonic light, utterly terrifying.

No one could identify the creature—it was two parts like a Qilin, three parts like a Chiyan Jinni, and somewhat resembled a Taotie at first glance.

Ye Chen admitted he'd never seen such a beast; before him, it was like an ant, minuscule in comparison.

In that moment of distraction, the three-eyed Tianmo leaped onto the purple-haired Tianmo's true form's head and merged into it.

Now, the purple-haired Tianmo's true form gained a third eye in its brow, massive as a wine jar with visible blood vessels. Looking directly into it could disrupt one's mind.

More importantly, with the two Zhun Di Tianmo fused, their combat power leaped to a new level, causing the underground world to collapse under the pressure.

"Interesting." Ye Chen dived from the sky, throwing a punch.

The strike was utterly dominant, sending the purple-haired Tianmo's true form flying with blood and bones, though the wounds healed almost instantly.

Clearly, their fusion had accelerated their recovery.

The purple-haired Tianmo's true form retaliated, swinging a massive claw like a sky-covering curtain, impossible to dodge.

But Ye Chen had no intention of dodging. He punched a hole straight through the claw.

Its size meant more blood; it poured like a torrential rain, dyeing the black ground red and forming small streams.

From then on, Ye Chen's movements became exceptionally agile.

Being small had its advantages—he darted around unpredictably, unleashing divine abilities at every turn, one set after another.

The purple-haired Tianmo's true form raged, opening its maw to form a vortex that swallowed heaven and earth, engulfing Ye Chen in one gulp.

The world fell silent—no more of Ye Chen's shouts or booms, just an eerie quiet.

But after merely three breaths, the purple-haired Tianmo howled in agony, rolling through the sky before crashing to the ground.

No need to guess—Ye Chen was wreaking havoc inside its belly, swinging his emperor sword wildly without care.

The purple-haired Tianmo suffered terribly, vomiting blood and organ fragments mouthful by mouthful. The three-eyed Tianmo, fused as one, was also gravely wounded.

"Swallow again, if you dare!" Ye Chen cursed, punching a massive hole out from the belly.

As soon as he emerged, he followed with a sword that decapitated the purple-haired Tianmo's true form.

It was lucky the three-eyed Tianmo escaped quickly; otherwise, he'd have been finished too.

Even so, the three-eyed Tianmo was in tatters, covered in blood, his third demonic eye now a bloody socket.

"Save me." The three-eyed Tianmo shrieked and fled.

"No one can save you." Ye Chen coldly rebuked, chasing with his bloodstained emperor sword and nearly splitting the three-eyed Tianmo in half.

The three-eyed Tianmo bled profusely, his demonic body exploding into a mist of blood, leaving only his yuan shen. He didn't dare look back, fleeing desperately.

"It's over." Ye Chen's words were majestic and icy as he severed the three-eyed Tianmo's yuan shen with a sword and extinguished it with a palm.

Another Zhun Di Tianmo vanished in the depths of Youyuan.

Thus, three Zhun Di Tianmo had fallen to Ye Chen's sword, including one Mojun—a truly illustrious feat.

After slaying the three-eyed Tianmo, Ye Chen wasted no time and prepared to leave Youyuan.

However, just as he took a step, he abruptly turned back, his golden eyes gleaming as they fixed on the depths of Youyuan.

In the previous instant, he had distinctly sensed a faint, elusive aura—profound, ancient, and mysterious.