Ye Chen took a deep breath, and the aura within him erupted violently.
He activated the Law of Heaven and Earth.
The next moment, his body expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye,
growing until it matched Yang Jian's massive form.
The two colossal figures resembled a pair of primordial giant gods,
taking up nearly half the sky.
The surrounding light seemed swallowed by them,
plunging everything into darkness because of their sheer size.
A dead silence fell.
"We've played enough, let's have a real fight and let me see how strong the future God of War is!"
Ye Chen's voice pierced the sky,
echoing across heaven and earth.
At this moment, every muscle on Ye Chen's body looked as though it were forged from vajra,
incomparably hard.
A faint mist of blood lingered around his body.
Yang Jian stood in place,
his face filled with shock and disbelief.
A turbulent storm raged in his heart.
How could this be?
What was he seeing?
Ye Chen was actually a Peak Golden Immortal right now.
Yet just a few days ago, the opponent had broken through to the Golden Immortal realm right before his eyes!
What on earth was going on?
In a daze, Yang Jian heard a crisp shattering sound in his ears.
[The host has dealt a heavy blow to Yang Jian's Dao heart, affecting his future progress. Cultivation + years, critical hit reward + 1 wisp of slaughter Dao fortune.]
Looking at Yang Jian's expression
and listening to the system prompt,
Ye Chen felt a wave of secret delight inside.
That's it, be even more shocked.
Be even more incredulous; the more you are like this, the happier I am.
The vital blood on Ye Chen's body surged like a crimson tide.
As it circulated,
raging flames ignited upon his fists.
Those flames burned an unnatural dark red,
as if stained with fresh blood,
and the faint weeping of ten thousand ghosts could be heard within them.
He punched out fiercely, carrying boundless might.
Yang Jian's body trembled,
his massive form retreating rapidly.
With a loud boom, the heavens and earth split apart.
His body crashed to the ground,
turning the surrounding towering mountains into powder,
severing rivers as if cut off,
and wiping out large swathes of forests
that vanished into thin air instantly without a trace.
He didn't even have a chance to react, as if they had never existed at all.
"So this is the Six Paths Samsara Fist; truly not bad."
Ye Chen looked at the destructive power caused by his own punch.
He was also currently employing the Law of Heaven and Earth,
so he knew this feeling better than anyone.
He knew that in this form, he could take a direct blow from a Daluo and still stand.
Yet just now, a single punch like this had knocked Yang Jian flat on his back.
Yang Jian lay on the ground, recovering his senses only after a long moment.
By now, his anger had gradually faded away,
and rationality returned to his heart.
"Xiaotian, I'll hold him off. You go help Nezha and the others first to drive back Yuyi Xian, then come back and join forces to deal with him."
In Yang Jian's mind, Ye Chen had already been tagged as extremely dangerous—
even more dangerous than Yuyi Xian.
For this reason, he didn't hesitate to send the just-recovering Xiaotian Hound to help Nezha and the others,
so they could return and jointly deal with this terrifying opponent.
"Don't just lie there, Yang Jian. Get up."
Yang Jian leaped abruptly to his feet.
Looking at the huge crater formed behind him,
he completely extinguished the anger in his heart,
turning it into a calm and resolute emotion.
His gaze grew even more focused.
Right now, he only wanted to kill Ye Chen.
Ye Chen could clearly feel that beneath Yang Jian's restored calm gaze,
there was nothing left except dense, concentrated murderous intent.
His body seemed transformed into the most precise combat machine,
every single move directed straight at Ye Chen's fatal spots.
Utter calmness and ultimate striking
made Ye Chen feel unprecedented pressure.
Yang Jian also made the most objective evaluation of Ye Chen at this moment.
"Your strength is truly terrifying, but the suppression of realms is right there, and you cannot break through it."
Because Yang Jian's cultivation was higher than his,
the power of the Law of Heaven and Earth and the techniques he unleashed
were far superior to Ye Chen's—an undeniable fact.
Earlier, it was because he had fallen into a blind rage without any structure.
Now, he simply wanted to kill Ye Chen.
His most peaceful state was also his most terrifying state.
No one dared to face Yang Jian directly at this moment.
"Come on then, Yang Jian!"
Ye Chen deployed the Six Paths Samsara Fist once again.
The mysterious and mighty figure deep within the Underworld seemed awakened by a surge of power,
suddenly opening their eyes
and gazing with some confusion toward the Samsara Disk,
murmuring in a low voice,
"To think someone can actually manipulate the Samsara Disk; changes are coming to this world once more."
Meanwhile, a massive disk faintly emerged behind Ye Chen.
Its complete outline was unclear, but one corner radiated a crimson glow.
The pattern grew increasingly distinct—a fierce visage with a blue face and fangs, representing the Hell Realm.
Yang Jian already felt he had given Ye Chen enough importance,
yet he hadn't expected the opponent's strength to be even more terrifying than he imagined.
This Six Paths Samsara Fist had even transcended the limitations of realms.
Daring not to harbor the slightest carelessness, he quickly steadied his mind
and frantically circulated his cultivation technique.
Without dodging or evading, he met Ye Chen's fist head-on,
striking out viciously.
When the two fists intersected, it was like two planets colliding.
Amidst the shockwave, the surrounding clouds were blown apart
and completely dissipated.
Across the sky, red and gold
dyed the entire firmament.
Compared to the fierce battle on their side,
the battle on Yuyi Xian's side appeared inferior and lacking in grace.
He was even momentarily distracted by the startling spectacle of the two fighters.
It was precisely this brief distraction that gave the Xiaotian Hound its chance,
biting down hard.
Yuyi Xian did not possess a physical body as tough as the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art.
Although his own strength was not to be underestimated,
he still suffered a heavy blow when facing the Xiaotian Hound's heaven-swallowing and earth-devouring ability,
leaving blood streaming from his foot.
Feeling the pain, Yuyi Xian
hurriedly transformed his true form back into human shape
to dodge the follow-up attacks.
Yet this transformation provided Huang Tianhua with an exceptional opportunity.
Seizing the right moment,
the piercing nail in Huang Tianhua's hand shot forth like lightning,
striking Yuyi Xian's shoulder instantly.
"What is this thing?!"
Yuyi Xian staggered back repeatedly,
pain flashing across his face.
"Master has finally grabbed his chance!"
Nezha brandished his spear and charged forward rapidly,
his entire body like a burning flame
as he slammed heavily into Yuyi Xian.
Standing to the side,
Jiang Ziya felt his heart steady slightly upon seeing this.
At the very least, Yuyi Xian had been wounded now, making him less taxing to deal with.
Yet his relief had not lasted long
when the one sent flying backward turned out to be Nezha.
At this moment, half of Yuyi Xian's shoulder was soaked in blood,
yet he still possessed the strength to fight
and had even become more perilous than before.
His eyes filled with murderous intent as he said coldly,
"Had I known earlier, I should have slaughtered the lot of you the moment you manifested in this world, sparing myself this injury now!"
Yuyi Xian tried to pull out the piercing nail,
only to feel a tremendous suction force,
as if it had rooted itself into his flesh and refused to budge.
Just as both sides fell into a stalemate,
a golden figure descended from the horizon,
followed closely by a dazzling red light.
The two crossed paths,
and with a loud boom, they completely separated.
Straining their eyes to look,
the one who had lost turned out to be Yang Jian!
Yang Jian of the mid-Taiyi realm
had actually lost to Ye Chen, who was only at the Peak Golden Immortal realm.
Fresh blood began to well up and stream down from his wounds once more.
The equilibrium of the battlefield was shattered yet again.