As soon as Elder Chiyan's roar fell, Mo Chen and Xuanfeng dared not hesitate any longer. Their auras surged as they simultaneously attacked Ye Chuan!
They had already realized that in a one-on-one fight, none of them were a match for Ye Chuan. Only by joining forces did the three of them have a chance to slay this monster!
Xuanfeng's figure blurred, and the purple light at his fingertips surged. Countless eerie purple runes appeared out of thin air, weaving into a massive magical formation!
From within the formation, countless phantom venomous snakes roared as they charged out. Carrying highly toxic and corrosive power, they swept toward Ye Chuan:
"Ten Thousand Poisons Heart-Devouring Array!"
But in the next second, those snake phantoms crashed into the chaotic power surrounding Ye Chuan. Like snow meeting fire, they instantly melted away completely, failing to stir up even a single ripple!
"Impossible! How can my spell be useless against you?!"
Just as Xuanfeng was beginning to doubt his life, Mo Chen made his move.
"Sword, come!" he shouted in a low voice. Countless glowing white spiritual swords soared from his body, densely packed and blotting out the sky!
Sharp sword qi lingered on the spiritual swords, tearing through the air and emitting ear-piercing hums!
Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!
"Boy, taste my Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"
The countless spiritual swords all changed direction at once, shooting toward Ye Chuan with world-destroying might!
This time, Ye Chuan's expression finally changed.
The Chaos Indestructible Body could grant immunity to spells, and although it could resist the spiritual energy on the flying swords, it alone could not block this kind of pure physical piercing attack.
Ye Chuan's figure instantly turned into a streak of black light, frantically teleporting and dodging in mid-air.
The spiritual swords poured down like a torrential rain, each one locked onto Ye Chuan's flight path, piercing countless small holes in the surrounding space.
The mountain peaks along the way were struck by the spiritual swords and instantly cut into countless fragments, sending rubble flying and filling the air with dust!
Relying on extreme mobility, Ye Chuan shuttled through the densely packed spiritual swords. His robes were swept by the sword qi and instantly torn with a few cuts; blood flowed out but healed instantly in the next second.
Mo Chen stood in mid-air, his eyes locked dead on Ye Chuan's figure. Watching him constantly teleport and dodge, a flash of understanding passed through his eyes.
"Boy, could it be that you can't resist my sword art?! So your bizarre ability also has a weakness!"
He guessed right! This Huang Haotian seemed invincible, but he was specifically afraid of this pure physical sword strike!
Ye Chuan glanced over. Those countless spiritual swords were like maggots attached to the bone, chasing him tightly and giving him no chance to stop.
After all, the Tribulation Crossing Realm crushed him by two major realms. Ye Chuan really didn't want to take this Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin head-on, but these spiritual swords were locked onto him, and they wouldn't stop until they pierced something.
"Xuanfeng! Chiyan! What are you waiting for?!"
Mo Chen shouted while controlling the spiritual swords to pursue Ye Chuan.
"Attack and stop him immediately! Tangle up his footsteps; I want to slay this boy with my own hands!"
Elder Chiyan had already caught his breath at this moment, the stinging pain in his divine soul slightly easing. Hearing Mo Chen's roar, he immediately reacted.
The crimson flames around him surged once again. Even though he was still entangled with negative effects, he still summoned countless raging flames and then rushed toward Ye Chuan.
"Huang Haotian, die!"
Xuanfeng also reacted. Although spells were useless against Ye Chuan, he could engage in close combat!
His figure blurred, and the purple light at his fingertips condensed into a purple long whip. Highly toxic poison lingered on the whip as it lashed toward Ye Chuan!
Both of them tried to stop Ye Chuan from continuing to teleport and dodge.
With the densely packed, unavoidable spiritual swords on one side, and the pincer attack from Chiyan and Xuanfeng on the other, Ye Chuan's movements were forced to stop.
"Now!" A brilliant light burst from Mo Chen's eyes. Seizing the gap in Ye Chuan's teleportation, he pointed sharply with his fingertip. The countless spiritual swords instantly gathered together, transforming into a massive spiritual sword that slashed fiercely at Ye Chuan with world-destroying might.
"Parasol Tree Sword, Absolute Kill!"
This sword strike condensed Mo Chen's lifelong cultivation. Its speed was pushed to the extreme, leaving Ye Chuan absolutely no chance to dodge!
Boom!
Upon colliding with the attacks of Chiyan and the others, an earth-shattering explosion rang out. The massive spiritual sword viciously pierced Ye Chuan's body!
Immediately after, countless tiny spiritual swords poured down like a torrential rain, densely piercing through Ye Chuan's limbs and bones, pinning his body in mid-air. Dust and smoke billowed out, obscuring everyone's vision.
"Oh no... Ye Chuan?!" Seeing this scene, Bai Qianshuang's small face paled slightly, and she immediately prepared to help.
But the next moment, as if she had realized something, her movements paused.
...
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Standing in mid-air, Mo Chen looked at the figure in the dust and finally laughed heartily.
"Huang Haotian! You finally meet your end today! Even if your physique is bizarre, even if you have many tricks, you still can't block my sword art in the end!"
But just then, Xuanfeng suddenly frowned. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously spoke up:
"No... something's wrong!"
"What's wrong?" Elder Chiyan asked impatiently.
Xuanfeng pointed at Ye Chuan in the dust. "There's no blood! There isn't a single drop of blood on him!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Chen's laughter stopped abruptly. Chiyan was also stunned. The two of them looked toward the dust at the same time—
The dust gradually dissipated, and Ye Chuan's figure slowly emerged.
Countless spiritual swords still pierced through his limbs and bones, but indeed, not a single drop of blood flowed from him. Instead, he appeared in a translucent state, like a ghost, without the slightest sense of a physical body.
Intangibility!
The smugness on Mo Chen's face instantly froze. His brows furrowed tightly, his face full of confusion and unease:
"What's going on?! Why does he look like this?! Has his physical body been destroyed? Is only his divine soul left?"
Those spiritual swords seemed to have pierced his body, but in reality, they just passed right through his intangible form, not harming him in the slightest.
"Activating intangibility, entering the second phase."
Ye Chuan slowly raised his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The countless spiritual swords lost their focal point and fell to the ground one after another, making crisp clattering sounds.
He stretched his limbs, and the magic sword Bellana in his hand gleamed with a cold, icy light once more.
"Pray that you take a few less strikes before my intangibility runs out. I forgot to tell you, my magic sword is also a weapon with intangible abilities that can slash the divine soul," Ye Chuan said indifferently.
As long as you aren't a monster with special mechanics, as long as you have a health bar.
Ye Chuan would dare to hack you down!
The next second, his figure vanished into thin air, turning into a streak of black light and instantly teleporting in front of Mo Chen.
Mo Chen's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously tried to control his spiritual swords to block, but Ye Chuan's speed was too fast, giving him no chance at all!
"Pfft!"
The sword struck true. Mo Chen let out a miserable scream as an intense stabbing pain shot through his divine soul. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body subconsciously retreated backward violently.
Chiyan and Xuanfeng also had drastic changes in expression. This monster actually had such a bizarre skill!
Ignoring spells, ignoring sword arts, and still able to constantly teleport over to hack people down—there was no escaping it!
"Run!"
Noticing the situation turning grim, Xuanfeng turned around and prepared to teleport away!
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
But as soon as he moved, Ye Chuan's figure appeared before him once again. The demonic sword slashed down ruthlessly, and an agonizing pain in his soul instantly swept through his entire body, rendering him completely unable to move.
Elder Chiyan also tried to step in and stop him, but his own soul had already been damaged by Ye Chuan's previous strikes. Coupled with the lingering negative effects, he was simply no match for Ye Chuan.
The moment he got close, Ye Chuan kicked him flying. He crashed heavily onto the flying ship, spewing a large mouthful of blood.
Ye Chuan was like an invincible monster, teleporting back and forth among the three of them. Every time the demonic sword fell, it brought forth a shrill, bloodcurdling scream.
The three mighty Tribulation Transcendence realm experts were now like stray dogs, completely battered and humiliated, only able to dodge in a blind panic!
Th-three Tribulation Transcendence experts, being chased and hacked at?
This scene left the cultivators from the Holy Land in utter disbelief.
Monster! You monster! Mo Chen dodged while roaring madly, his face twisted with fear and despair.
He had never imagined that he would end up in such a pathetic state at the hands of a young man!
To lose so completely!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!