Chapter 285

Chapter 285

“Primordial Heaven and Earth!” Jiang Chen’s hand seized the incoming halberd, his glowing body resembling divine metal, unbreakable and forged with unfathomable might.

The terrifying power in his grip immobilized the weapon, as oppressive Dao runes spread out, suppressing it entirely.

The Ye Clan Emperor’s face darkened at the sight of his halberd locked in place, his frustration barely contained.

“What kind of monster is this?” he muttered internally, cursing under his breath.

At first, he hadn’t taken Jiang Chen seriously. Even though Jiang Chen wielded the Primordial Great Accomplishment Physique, it wasn’t perfect. The emperor was confident he could dominate Jiang Chen. After all, even against a perfect physique, he could fight evenly.

But Jiang Chen defied logic, wielding borrowed flesh to unleash a combat strength comparable to—or even exceeding—that of past Great Accomplishment physiques.

For the first time, the Ye Clan Emperor’s calm demeanor wavered. He had encountered countless prodigies and monsters in his time, but none like Jiang Chen. It was as if Jiang Chen’s very existence defied the natural order.

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Boom!

Jiang Chen hefted the halberd and lunged forward like a cannonball, his left fist striking with unrelenting force.

The Ye Clan Emperor did not retreat, meeting Jiang Chen’s charge with his own punch.

Boom!

Their fists collided with a force akin to celestial bodies crashing together, unleashing unimaginable might.

The surrounding starry skies shattered, countless stars dimming visibly before collapsing into darkness. Almost half of the heavens transformed into a pitch-black void, devoid of any light.

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Jiang Chen advanced relentlessly, his fists destroying everything in their path.

Even the Ye Clan Emperor’s strikes failed to slow him. The Primordial Great Accomplishment Physique’s innate power, augmented by the Heavenly Execution Gauntlets, allowed Jiang Chen to unleash unparalleled strength.

Crack!

The sound of shattering bones echoed as the Ye Clan Emperor’s fist fractured under Jiang Chen’s blow. Jiang Chen’s punch tore through his opponent’s arm, crushing its hardened bones with a grinding sound.

Blood rained from the sky as the emperor’s hand exploded, staining the heavens red.

Seeing his mangled arm, the Ye Clan Emperor’s expression darkened further. His halberd trembled violently, unleashing a surge of power that shook Jiang Chen off, allowing the emperor to retreat rapidly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jiang Chen sneered, taunting him.

“Weren’t you just boasting about killing me? What’s wrong? An emperor can’t even defeat a Saint King?” Jiang Chen’s disdain was palpable as he unleashed a torrent of mockery.

The Ye Clan Emperor had roused his fury, and now Jiang Chen relished his advantage.

Initially, Jiang Chen had no intention of provoking the Ancient Emperors. They were too dangerous, and if pushed into sublimation—reclaiming their peak strength—even he risked falling in battle.

He had planned to bide his time, especially since the Devouring Heaven Beast was nearing recovery. The beast, having consumed the True Immortal Dao Fruit long ago, had been in deep slumber but now showed signs of awakening.

Jiang Chen intended to wait for that moment before making his move. However, the Ye Clan Emperor had brought this fight upon himself, barging into Jiang Chen’s path with brazen arrogance.

“You really thought you could treat us like the Taiyi Holy Land, letting these Ancient Emperor’s slaughter us at will? You’re not one of those ancient monsters from the Land of Heaven’s Abandonment,” Jiang Chen spat.

“Silence!” the Ye Clan Emperor roared, his fury boiling over.

Facing Jiang Chen, a mere Saint King, and losing ground was an unbearable humiliation. Even if he ultimately killed Jiang Chen, history would remember that a Saint King had dared to challenge an Ancient Supreme and even held the upper hand.

No one would care that Jiang Chen had relied on the Primordial Great Accomplishment Physique. They would only remember the audacious Saint King who fought an Emperor on equal footing.

This was a stain on the Ye Clan Emperor’s legacy that no victory could erase. While he claimed not to care about reputation, the rising strength and momentum of Jiang Chen unnerved him.

“The Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Land is truly a monster,” murmured the Pure Yang Holy Master after a long silence.

The revelation that Jiang Chen controlled the Primordial Great Accomplishment Physique had shaken him to his core. Witnessing Jiang Chen suppressing the Ye Clan Emperor only deepened his shock.

The Pure Yang Holy Master, known for his sharp tongue and relentless ridicule of others, found himself at a loss for words.

In the past, he would have mocked Ye Changhe mercilessly, trampling his dignity with scornful taunts. But now, all he felt was awe.

Among the countless geniuses and monsters he had encountered, Jiang Chen stood above them all, his brilliance eclipsing everything. In the face of Jiang Chen’s strength, even the most exceptional figures faded into insignificance.

The Holy Master struggled to find words to describe him, realizing that Jiang Chen’s power transcended conventional understanding.

“Truly, the greatest prodigy of all time—can anyone refute this?” The Emperor of the Qin Dynasty spoke softly, his voice carrying a tone of awe.

Like the Pure Yang Holy Master, he found it impossible to calm his inner turmoil. A faint hint of jealousy crept into his heart—if only Jiang Chen were part of the Qin Dynasty. What a boon that would be!

But upon considering the enemies Jiang Chen faced, the emperor quickly changed his mind.

Perhaps it was better that Jiang Chen belonged to the Primordial Holy Land. The Qin Dynasty lacked the strength to protect such a being; the number of enemies alone would make anyone’s scalp tingle.

The Primordial Holy Land, with its immense might and influence, was far better suited to shield Jiang Chen from those monstrous adversaries.

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“Ye Changhe!”

“Your Ye Clan’s so-called emperor!”

“No, your clan’s Ancient Emperor, it seems, isn’t as formidable as advertised?”

The Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty smirked as he echoed the taunting tone of the Pure Yang Holy Master, mockery dripping from his words.

“Judging by the situation, your Ancient Emperor can’t hold out for much longer. If this so-called emperor truly falls, what do you think will become of your Ye Clan?”

“What will history say about your family? Have you given that any thought?” His words plunged the gathering into silence.

Even the typically arrogant Jin Yuan dared not speak, instead choosing to keep his distance from Ye Changhe.

Earlier, Jin Yuan might have maintained his haughty demeanor, but witnessing Jiang Chen’s terrifying might had shaken him to the core. Now, all he could do was fret over what might come next.

“It’s not over yet!” Ye Changhe’s face darkened, his voice low and unsteady.

He had never expected his clan’s revered ancestor to be so thoroughly suppressed by Jiang Chen. How could it be that his ancestor, once an emperor, was struggling against an opponent wielding a borrowed physique?

Ye Changhe’s regret deepened. Had they maintained their usual cautious approach and avoided provoking the Primordial Holy Land, would they be in such dire straits now?