257: Chapter 257 Ye Chen: I'm Super Brave!

Everyone looked up at the figure in green robes in mid-air, their eyes filled with shock, awe, and a hint of indescribable confusion.

Great Emperor?

Truly a Great Emperor?

Quasi-Emperor did not stop at all.

His figure shrank suddenly, and that withered face no longer held any of the arrogance and composure from just moments ago; only an irrepressible panic remained deep in his eyes.

He flickered, turning into a dark gray stream of light, and fled frantically toward the horizon outside Beiming City.

The speed was astonishing; it was clear he was burning his spiritual power in a desperate attempt to escape, not even sparing a glance for the Heavenly Phoenix emperors blood suspended in mid-air.

A deathly silence hung over the ruins for a full five breaths.

Just then, a dull roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the Secret Realm.

"Boom—!"

Countless Cultivators suddenly looked up, following the sound.

In the cracks of the sky deep within the Cangming Clan, a dark red figure shot into the sky like an arrow released from its bow, wrapped in overwhelming Evil Qi and killing intent, rushing directly toward the emperors blood!

"Master of Tiansha Abyss, Ye Chen!"

An exclamation erupted from the crowd, followed by gasps and hushed murmurs.

The Cultivators around the ruins had barely recovered from Quasi-Emperor's shout of "Great Emperor," and now, seeing this formidable overlord of the Central Region suddenly appear, the expressions on their faces could only be described as "spectacular."

Ye Chen's speed was extremely fast; while his afterimage was still coalescing in mid-air, his true form had already shot like an arrow toward the Heavenly Phoenix emperors blood hovering above the scorched earth.

His gaze was locked firmly onto that crimson-gold drop of blood, his narrow, dark-red eyes surging with burning greed.

He had waited for this day for too long.

The Quasi-Emperor corpse had been snatched by someone else, the Sacred Tower had been taken away, and even his only legitimate son was missing. Ye Chen had dominated the world for thousands of years and had never suffered such a huge loss.

But now, the emperors blood was right before him, and he would absolutely not allow anyone to ruin his plans again!

However, halfway through his dash, he sensed something was wrong.

Not a single Cultivator around the ruins rushed up to snatch it; even those Saint King Realm powerhouses hiding in the shadows seemed to have been immobilized by some spell, hovering in mid-air or retreating into the distance.

Their gazes were not on the emperors blood but were fixed uniformly on the figure in green robes in the center of the ruins.

Ye Chen's pupils contracted sharply.

The moment that familiar shade of green fell into his eyes, it was as if someone had splashed a basin of ice water in his face, and his movements stalled abruptly.

"You... how could you be here?!"

Ye Chen's expression darkened to the extreme in an instant.

He gritted his teeth, his dark-red eyes sweeping over Shen Qingyuan, killing intent boiling in his heart.

"Fine, today I will settle both old and new scores!"

Ye Chen's voice lowered, dark-red spiritual power condensing around him, "This time, I will not be careless again!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Northern Plains Cultivators around the ruins, who had been watching in silence, erupted into an uproar.

"Is... is the Master of Tiansha Abyss crazy? Didn't he see what happened to Quasi-Emperor just now?"

"Did he just come out of the Secret Realm and not know what happened outside?"

"That is a being capable of suppressing a Quasi-Emperor with one hand! No matter how strong the Master of Tiansha Abyss is, can he be stronger than Quasi-Emperor?"

"I think he's been blinded by the emperors blood."

Just then, two figures darted out from the edge of the ruins and landed directly beside Ye Chen.

"Master, do not!"

Ye Chen turned his head to look.

Both of them had the cultivation of the Middle Stage of the Saint King Realm. One was burly with a rugged face, wrapped in heavy black iron armor, with a giant sword wider than a door panel on his back; the other was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a pale complexion, wrapped in a black cloak, holding a pitch-black jade tablet in his hand, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

Both were long-term moles planted by Tiansha Abyss in the Northern Plains. On the surface, they were Old Ancestors of local Northern Plains forces, but in reality, they had long been Ye Chen's lackeys.

"You came just in time!" Ye Chen immediately ordered the two, "Work together to stop him, while I set up a Formation to suppress him!"

"Huh? Us?" Both of them widened their eyes in shock.

They had both seen the scene of Quasi-Emperor being suppressed with a single palm just moments ago, and now their spines were chilling, cold sweat sliding down their temples.

The burly man swallowed hard, "Master, we cannot stop him."

As soon as the burly man finished speaking, Ye Chen's expression darkened at a visible speed.

"Trash."

The moment his words fell, his right hand suddenly reached out, his five fingers clamping onto the burly man's shoulder like iron pincers.

The burly man's pupils constricted, instinctively trying to break free, but he discovered an extremely domineering suction force surging from Ye Chen's palm, pouring directly into his shoulder well point, like an invisible glutton opening its giant mouth, frantically devouring the spiritual power and blood essence within his body.

"Master... you...!"

The burly man only managed to shout a few words before his whole body began to tremble violently, his face rapidly shriveling at a visible speed, his skin clinging to his bones like withered tree bark.

The heavy black iron armor lost the support of spiritual power and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

In just two breaths, the burly man had turned into a dried corpse, collapsing limply into the shattered scorched earth.

The thin bamboo pole's face turned paper-white instantly; he turned to flee, but Ye Chen was already behind him.

The same five fingers clamped down.

The same suction force, so domineering it induced despair.

Another dull thud of something hitting the ground.

Two dried corpses lay in the scorched ruins, one after the other, in twisted postures with hideous expressions.

A deathly silence hung around the ruins of Beiming City.

The onlookers widened their eyes, staring at the dark red figure in mid-air, cold sweat dripping down their backs, their breathing becoming cautious.

"The Master of Tiansha Abyss... actually kills his own people?"

"Weren't those his subordinates?! Just sucked dry like that?!"

"People of the Demonic Path are indeed ruthless; he is a true Devil Head!"

"Those were two Saint King Realm Cultivators, and they had no power to resist in the hands of the Master of Tiansha Abyss?!"

"Could the Master of Tiansha Abyss have already achieved a Breakthrough to Quasi-Emperor?"

Whispers erupted from all over the crowd, kept very low, but carrying an unconcealable fear.

Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to these sounds.

He flicked his right hand, the lingering traces of the spiritual power forcibly extracted still remaining on his fingertips. The dark red light, like tiny sparks, flickered in the air twice before dissipating completely.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling back onto the figure in green robes.

"Shen Qingyuan, you have ruined my plans time and again, snatched my Quasi-Emperor corpse, imprisoned my legitimate son, and today you block the emperors blood before my eyes."

Ye Chen spoke word by word, each one seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an intensely repressed killing intent, "Do you really think I cannot do anything to you?"

He flipped his hands suddenly, and in his palm, a palm-sized dark red Formation Plate appeared from nowhere.