Chapter 2660: No Way Out for You

"Kill, kill for me!"

Yin Ming howled in rage, fleeing back into the Lingxiao Baodian and activating the Hutian Jiejie.

Ye Chen arrived shortly after, swinging his staff with overwhelming force to strike down an old Xianjun, devouring its yuan shen in an instant. He then unleashed Didao Piaomiao, effortlessly crossing the barrier.

Boom!

Soon, a tremendous rumble followed.

The majestic Lingxiao Baodian was razed once more, its restrictions completely destroyed. Bricks and tiles shattered into the air, and the grandest hall of Tianting collapsed for the second time, reduced to a heap of ruins.

"Save me, save me!"

Yin Ming burst out from within, fleeing and shouting all the way, not daring to look back. He charged straight through any mountains in his path, desperate to escape—the god of death behind him was too terrifying.

"Protect the emperor!"

Shouts echoed from all directions. Loyal Xianzun were countless, and groups of old Xianjun, heavenly soldiers, and generals gathered in waves, blocking Ye Chen's path. Some stood on the Kunlun, others rode the clouds, filling the sky like a vast curtain shrouding the heavens.

"Those who block me will die."

Ye Chen said calmly, charging straight into the vast expanse like a divine ray.

"Kill!"

The Tianting experts roared in fury, launching a coordinated assault.

What followed was an exceptionally bloody scene. Ye Chen wielded his iron staff, advancing and slaughtering without discrimination, striking down anyone in his way.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blood flowers bloomed across the sky.

Countless figures soared upward, only to be cut down in the vast heavens. Looking out over the cosmos, one old Xianzun after another was smashed into blood mist, and one old Xianjun after another had their yuan shen extinguished.

That god of slaughter bathed in the fresh blood of the living, unstoppable and driven to madness. From Tianzun to heavenly generals, no one could stand in his way.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Swallowing Vortex expanded rapidly, devouring heavenly spiritual energy and lives alike. Countless heavenly soldiers were pulled in, instantly destroyed body and soul, while countless heavenly troops were ground to ash. The black vortex turned crimson with blood.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The path was marked by continuous rumbles.

Tianting's many immortal mountains and palaces were toppled one after another because of Ye Chen. Every flying fragment of stone and tile was stained with blood, raining down like showers of light.

"So powerful."

The immortals of Tianting scattered in all directions, fleeing far away yet still glancing back. What they saw was utter destruction—Tianting's experts, soldiers, and generals were all slaughtered into utter disarray by Ye Chen.

The upper realm had fallen, becoming a place of chaos no longer safe to stay. Many Tianting immortals fled toward the four seas and eight wildernesses, escaping for their lives.

"Those who block me will die."

Behind them, Ye Chen's words rang out, cold and desolate like ancient thunder, shattering the eternal immortal vault. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals had their souls scattered in fear.

Gazing over the sky, it was like a vast ocean of troops, with Ye Chen as a single grain in the sea, yet radiating demonic malice that soared to the heavens. He carved out a blood-soaked path, treading over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, turning the once-beautiful Tianting into a hellish realm. Shouts and wails intertwined, echoing through the vast universe.

No one knew when the battle cries finally faded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the dim heavens, only the steady banging remained, rhythmic and unceasing—it was Ye Chen, stepping forward with each footfall that made the void tremble and roar, like funeral bells from hell, sending chills through the souls of Tianting's experts.

He was truly a god, shrouded in pitch-black demonic aura that rolled boundlessly, plunging the vast heavens into darkness, leaving only his silhouette.

The battle had ceased, and Tianting dared not attack again. Ye Chen alone forced them into a collective retreat—with every step he took, they fell back one. Many heavenly soldiers and generals stumbled as they withdrew, their faces filled with terror and pale as death, unable even to hold their weapons steady.

This scene was mockingly ironic. Tianting's army numbered in the millions, with countless Xianzun, Xianjun, soldiers, and generals, not lacking in combat strength, yet they were intimidated into retreating en masse. Even the old Xianzun felt the urge to flee, sensing the aura of death.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

From the rear of the army, Yin Ming ranted like a mad dog, his hair disheveled as he screamed hysterically. But his commands seemed ineffective—no one dared charge forward, no matter how he shouted.

"Kill!"

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Huimie Xianzun arrived, sacrificing his lifespan to achieve ultimate sublimation and reverting to his youthful form. His eyes were no longer cloudy but clear and profound, his majestic vital energy surging like that of a peerless immortal king, accompanied by apocalyptic visions.

This battle would seal his fate—win or lose, his lifespan was at its end, and his time was up.

The Huimie Xianzun's arrival reignited some morale and hope among Tianting's forces. Throughout Tianting, he was the only one truly capable of facing Ye Chen, the only one who could hold the line.

Once again, the Huimie Xianzun blocked Ye Chen's path, his clear eyes streaked with blood vessels, red as if about to bleed. His ferocious face grew even more distinct, making him seem like a demon himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Opposite him, Ye Chen's steps remained heavy, his gaze fixed only on Tianting's ruler, completely ignoring the Huimie Xianzun.

"I will cut you down."

The Huimie Xianzun roared, unleashing a palm that covered the heavens, engraved with Didao divine principles and empowered by imperial divine might, a strike capable of world destruction.

Ye Chen said nothing. As the palm neared, he used Didao Piaomiao to pass through it effortlessly. His Dinghai Shenzhen buzzed and swung, sending the Huimie Xianzun flying.

"Kill!"

The Huimie Xianzun's face twisted in rage. He halted abruptly, raising one hand to summon the nine heavens' thunder, forming a sea of lightning that engulfed Ye Chen from above.

Ye Chen soared out like a true dragon.

In that instant, the Huimie Xianzun struck again, his finger of divine light piercing Ye Chen.

But he paid a heavy price for it—Ye Chen's palm ripped open his chest, tearing out three spine bones and crushing them to dust in his hand.

The Huimie Xianzun retreated, ascending in a single step.

Ye Chen followed like a shadow, instantly closing in.

Buzz! Zheng!

The two shot forward, one like a divine ray, the other like immortal light, vanishing into the vast heavens.

Immediately, rumbles echoed, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Their figures disappeared, leaving only collapsing sections of the sky and apocalyptic visions, with blood raining down.

"Your Majesty, flee quickly."

Seeing Ye Chen held at bay, a Xianzun opened a domain gate and escorted Yin Ming inside, vanishing in an instant.

Ye Chen didn't even glance their way and didn't pursue.

As he had said before, whether in the heavens or the mortal realm, there was no way out for Yin Ming. Even if he fled to the edge of the world, he couldn't escape Ye Chen's retribution—blood debts must be repaid in blood.

"Kill!"

The Huimie Xianzun charged again, attacking head-on.

Then, flowers of the other shore bloomed.

Ye Chen unleashed One Thought Eternity, sending the Huimie Xianzun flying once more.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The Huimie Xianzun bled profusely, hurtling through the air and crashing into over a dozen mountains before stabilizing. Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, swinging his staff again. The Xianzun flew another eighty thousand li, and before he could steady himself, Ye Chen was there, his Dinghai Shenzhen buzzing.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Such sounds rang out incessantly.

Every rumble brought mountains crashing down—those struck by the Huimie Xianzun. Ye Chen's momentum shook the world as he struck blow after blow across eighty thousand li, beating the Huimie Xianzun from the eastern heavens to the western vastness. Each hit drew blood, each more dominant than the last.

"Ah!"

The Huimie Xianzun howled, but he couldn't reverse his defeat. Every attempted counterattack was beaten back. His so-called Didao immortal arts and ultimate imperial weapons were mere trifles before Ye Chen's iron staff. His divine body reformed time and again, only to be shattered repeatedly. Starting in his youthful form, he was gradually beaten back to old age, his vital energy dwindling, his combat power plummeting. Even with his ultimate imperial artifact, he couldn't stem the fading of his life force—he was at his breaking point.

Witnessing this, Tianting's experts retreated en masse. Among them were old Xianzun, yet none dared to join the fight. Ye Chen was too strong; even the Huimie Xianzun with his imperial weapon was no match, let alone them.

Puff!

The Huimie Xianzun spat blood again, collapsing a mountain.

This time, he did not rise.

That old Xianzun lay feebly on the ground, his aged eyes dim, his form withered and decrepit, blood flowing endlessly from his mouth. Thick death energy enveloped his body—he had reached the end of his life.

In the void, Ye Chen passed by overhead.

From beginning to end, he never looked at the Huimie Xianzun—that was blatant disregard.

Yet his disregard was like a final sword, severing the last thread of the Huimie Xianzun's life force. Staring blankly, his eyes went completely dark.

He had lost, defeated utterly.

Tianting's experts stood frozen. With the Huimie Xianzun dead, their hope was extinguished. That old Xianzun of Tianting, who dominated heaven and earth and wielded an imperial weapon, had been slain—who could still stand against Ye Chen?

Ye Chen departed, striding along an immortal river into the distance, intent on killing Yin Ming. Tianting's army dared not move or block him, standing like petrified statues.

Boom! Rumble!

In the distant horizon, faint rumbles could be heard.

Yin Ming emerged from the passage, fleeing desperately, his face twisted in fear and deathly pale, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, his yuan shen and soul quaking.

Beside him, loyal figures stood guard.

They were a group of Xianzun, fiercely devoted to their ruler. It wasn't so much loyalty to Yin Ming as to the Yudi—they had all received the Yudi's favors and felt deep gratitude. Even though Yin Ming had a flawed character, he was still the Yudi's son, and they sought to repay that great kindness.

"I said it before—whether in the heavens or the mortal realm, there is no way out for you."

The cold, desolate voice suddenly rang out. Ye Chen had arrived, an immortal river extending from afar as he walked upon it, like a killer from hell.

"The Huimie Xianzun... is dead?"

Seeing Ye Chen, the Xianzun felt a chill pierce their hearts. His arrival proved the Huimie Xianzun's defeat—even with an imperial weapon.

"Ah!"

Yin Ming screamed in terror and turned to flee.

"Protect the emperor!"

The old Xianzun gritted their teeth and blocked Ye Chen's path, driven by that sense of obligation. Knowing they would die, they charged like moths to a flame.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ye Chen swung his iron staff, striking them down one by one without mercy. Since they all sought death, he would grant it—they could keep each other company on the road to the Yellow Springs.

"Father, save me!"

Meanwhile, Yin Ming shouted hoarsely, stumbling toward the distance where a majestic mountain stood, shrouded in immortal mist and surrounded by clouds. It was inscribed with Didao array patterns, concealing its true form.

And the Yudi was sealed within.

In all of Tianting, only Yin Ming knew the Yudi's location.

His cry made the immortal mountain tremble with a buzz, and the faint barriers dissipated. A halo of authority spread in all directions.

The sealed Yudi finally awakened, manifesting his true form, still clad in imperial robes.

"Father, save me!"

Seeing the Yudi, Yin Ming's eyes lit up like he had found a lifeline, rushing toward him.

The Yudi frowned deeply upon seeing him, detecting the thick scent of blood and the faint wails of spirits in the ether. Had Tianting met with catastrophe?

Buzz!

Before the Yudi could emerge, a black shadow shot from afar—it was a battle spear, carrying destructive might.

Puff!

Blood sprayed forth. Yin Ming, who had just reached the mountain's base and not yet entered, was impaled in mid-air by the spear, his fresh blood spilling across the sky.