ISWI Chapter 650-653

Chapter 650: The Fall of the Overlord

Ye Chen was unaware of Luo Bingling's convoluted schemes. His chariot sped like lightning, closing the distance without concealment, easily spotted. Piercing gazes, like thunderbolts, locked onto the Heavenly Emperor's heir. They approached a massive divine peak. Its summit exuded a relic's aura, requiring a supreme sword cultivator's intent to open.

Many sword cultivators were present, but the relic remained sealed. Top prodigies barred access, awaiting the Heavenly Emperor's heir. On the peak, twelve figures stood, each commanding a terrifying aura. Some had visions behind them. Others' eyes blazed with divine light. Some floated like exiled immortals.

Spectators, hoping to capitalize, watched from the mountainside.

"A defeated dog of Alkaid. After I kill the Heavenly Emperor's heir, you're next!" Ba Wang growled, opening his eyes, purple blood qi soaring. He glanced coldly at Yao Yuekong. Then, he charged.

Gasps erupted. Ba Wang wouldn't wait—he aimed to kill Ye Chen mid-journey. Yao Yuekong, unfazed by the taunt, replied calmly, "You haven't faced Alkaid. If you did, you'd lose too."

Ba Wang scoffed, ignoring him. His black hair danced wildly, aura unleashed. Like a divine spear, he shot toward the chariot. Where he passed, the void twisted, mountains crumbled—a god of destruction. Nothing could stop him.

"Ba Wang's even more terrifying!"

"Rumor says he killed an ancient primordial relic in the Immortal Path, fusing its form and soul into his divine forms, elevating his nine to ten—a secret technique Overlord Body lineage developed after losing to the Heavenly Emperor, perfected in his generation."

"His Overlord Fist is deadlier. Recently, he shattered a Third Heaven's body in the starry depths, though he didn't kill him. Still, it shows his terror!"

"He's the strongest Firmament Overlord Body ever, facing the strongest Holy Body since the Heavenly Emperor. A world-shaking battle!"

Spectators buzzed with awe, eyes wide, watching the imminent clash.

Ba Wang glared at Ye Chen, eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Ye Chen, I've waited long. After my defeat, I trained relentlessly. With ten divine forms and half the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, my Overlord Fist surpasses all predecessors. Today, your blood will wash away my shame!"

His voice thundered, majestic, oppressive, and undeniable. Ten divine forms circled his godlike frame. He threw a punch at Ye Chen. The fist was cataclysmic, like a blazing sun, compelling all to kneel.

Space cracked, the earth trembled, stars in the second realm's daylight quivered. An apocalyptic scene.

Spectators grew more terrified. Ba Wang was too fearsome. They looked to Ye Chen on the chariot, expecting him to brace for battle.

Luo Bingling, beside him, felt Ba Wang's terror and tensed. Even she couldn't underestimate him. It'd take her full strength to win. She prepared for Ye Chen to retract his hand from her waist and fight. She'd watch, stepping in when others ganged up on him. Her blood raced. She loved battles. Especially against prodigies.

The next moment, Luo Bingling's expression turned to shock.

Facing Ba Wang's cataclysmic charge, as if to smash both man and chariot, Ye Chen's demeanor didn't shift. His right hand, tracing her mermaid line, stayed put, continuing as before.

He merely raised his head, sneering, "Even a speck like you dares to shine?"

Before countless eyes, Ye Chen sat leisurely on the chariot. Right hand on the War God Clan princess. Left hand raised, casually throwing a punch…

Ba Wang, enraged by Ye Chen's disdain, paled instantly.

"Ah…"

Ye Chen's fist carried immortal radiance, reincarnation's truth, and supreme dominance. Its power and intent dwarfed Ba Wang's fist countless times.

At the clash, Ba Wang let out an incredulous wail, his godlike body exploding into blood mist.

Ye Chen waved, capturing his essence and soul remnant. The Heavenly Emperor's chariot didn't slow, charging toward the divine peak.

…

Silence fell. It happened too suddenly, too swiftly. From Ba Wang's charge to Ye Chen's single punch killing him—just a moment. Ba Wang, who recently shattered a King's body, was killed so casually?

Unbelievable. The Firmament Overlord Body, a top-tier physique, couldn't withstand one punch? Ye Chen, absent for eight years, missing the Immortal Path's opening, had grown more terrifying?

Spectators were speechless, staring at the black-haired, wind-whipped Heavenly Emperor's heir. The eleven prodigies' faces shifted. Though all prodigies, Ba Wang was among the elite. Yet he couldn't take one punch?

Worse, Ye Chen hadn't even moved his hand from the woman. Such terror. Three prodigies, intimidated, fled the peak. But the Feather Transformation Divine Body and others glared fiercely. They'd blocked Ye Chen's allies from the Immortal Path and hunted them. They contributed to Hua Yunfei, the Morality Heavenly Venerate's heir, falling. They knew their enmity with Ye Chen was irreconcilable. He'd spare no man, only softening for women.

Yao Yuekong rose, a massive Heaven and Earth Manifestation manifesting, spanning heavens to netherworld, towering over the realm. Like an ancient demon emperor, he and seven others charged from the peak, aiming to crush Ye Chen together.

Chapter 651: A Battle Ended in an Instant!

Yao Yuekong's Heaven and Earth Manifestation manifested, like a mythical demon immortal. Stars flickered in his eyes, his bronze body agile as a dragon. His gaze shot a terrifying light. With a wave, he unleashed a fearsome ancient technique at Ye Chen.

The other seven followed suit. As top prodigies of their generation, they had keen insight and confidence. They saw Ye Chen's punch, seemingly ordinary, was amplified by a profound technique—possibly the Multiplier Secret.

The Heavenly Emperor used it to defy odds, slaying stronger foes. As his heir, Ye Chen had it made sense. If that punch triggered the Multiplier Secre, Ba Wang's instant death wasn't surprising. The secret was fearsome but triggered rarely—once in tens of thousands. If they struck together, swiftly killing Ye Chen, it'd be over.

"Heavenly Emperor's heir, my Demon God Eye is the myriad races' greatest, no less than Heavy Pupils. Today, I'll make my name with you!" a prodigy from the myriad races declared.

Beyond his two pupils, two more eyes on his forehead opened, surging with divine power, forming a massive demon god charging Ye Chen. Another prodigy, glowing with divine light, unleashed a devastating ancient technique.

"Transforming Heaven Technique!"

"Feather Transformation Deity Chant!"

"Heavenly Dao Chains…"

"Reincarnation Seal…"

Some unleashed terrifying techniques. Others wielded mighty Extreme Dao Weapons.

The Heavenly Demon Body was most fearsome, his towering Heaven and Earth Manifestation pointing at Ye Chen. Each was their race or faction's most gifted, strongest cultivator. Their combined assault was cataclysmic.

The void collapsed, the divine peak crumbled, the area turning into a wasteland, an apocalyptic scene. Their overwhelming might affected the entire second realm. Many cultivators snapped their eyes open, staring toward the battlefield, wondering what happened.

Spectators retreated frantically, fearing the fallout. They watched Ye Chen, besieged in the center, sweating for him. Even the Heavenly Emperor's heir, surrounded by so many peak Holy Master-level powerhouses, seemed doomed.

On the chariot, sensing the killing intent, Luo Bingling froze, feeling impending doom. She prepared to rise, her golden armor blazing. Her vertical pupil opened, ready to carve a path, leading Ye Chen from the center to fight together.

But as her hips left the seat, a force on her waist pressed her back. Feeling the hand still rubbing her navel gem, she gaped in disbelief. About to die, and he's still touching? Was he mad? She wanted the Dao Cauldron, not death!

Despite the terrifying onslaught, Ye Chen remained unfazed. He raised one hand, conjuring a peculiar technique. A strange power surged, silencing the world. The devastating divine techniques before him quieted, then dissipated into nothingness. No trace of power remained.

The crowd gasped. Eight prodigies' fearsome techniques, neutralized so effortlessly? The Heavenly Emperor's heir had too many profound skills! Some prodigies, well-versed, paled.

This was the Myriad Transformations Holy Art from the Indestructible Heavenly Art capable of dissolving all secret arts. Did the heir also inherit the Devouring Female Immortal's legacy? And mastered it to such a degree? Was he her heir too?

The thought was dismissed. The Heavenly Emperor once killed a perfected Chaos Body of the Devouring lineage. As his heir, Ye Chen inheriting part of it was reasonable.

Still, the crowd was shocked. Dissolving their ultimate killing techniques meant his Myriad Transformations Holy Art was near perfection. His talent was absurd.

…

After unleashing the art, Ye Chen's rear void trembled. A double-headed golden war staff, crimson in the center with nine dragon carvings, was summoned. Its killing aura shook the surroundings.

The prodigies' Extreme Dao Weapons froze mid-air. They were stunned. They knew Ye Chen had two supreme Extreme Dao Weapons. But these prodigies, backed by great forces, wielded their clans' supreme Extreme Dao Weapons too. Yet they were suppressed together—unbelievable.

"Armament Secret!"

"The Heavenly Emperor's heir mastered the Armament Secret to an unimaginable level!"

The crowd gasped, faces shifting. They began to fear him. Top-tier techniques were numerous, but the best were hardest to master. Techniques like the Battle Secret or Movement Secret—many spent lifetimes without reaching mastery. Yet Ye Chen's techniques were all at unimaginable heights. Too unreal.

Some of the eight considered retreating. They didn't want to fight. Ye Chen, with techniques at their peak, was too terrifying, even if the Multiplier Secre didn't trigger again.

But Ye Chen, after neutralizing their attacks, counterattacked. Chaos flowed in his eyes, amplified by his enhanced physique. A blinding divine light shot from his gaze.

Instantly, the Demon God Eye prodigy exploded. A Second Heaven, with domain, soul, and body united, had immense vitality. Yet he fell in one strike.

Simultaneously, divine light bloomed from Ye Chen's heart. A terrifying aura of heavenly tribulation descended. A colossal hand crushed three prodigies into oblivion.

Ye Chen's hand then wove True Dragon and True Phoenix Treasure Techniques. His mastery was supreme, wielding both simultaneously with one hand.

Nine mountain-like True Dragons and Phoenixes materialized, charging three prodigies. They tried to flee, but Ye Chen's Heavy Pupils locked them in his Pure Land, trapping them briefly.

As the dragons and phoenixes stormed the Pure Land, the heavens shook, dazzling light nearly blinding all. When the chaos settled, nothing remained. All was annihilated.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded. With Ye Chen's right hand still in place, eight prodigies were reduced to one in a blink?

Unbelievable!

Chapter 652: The Heavenly Emperor's Heir Gone Soft?

The battlefield fell silent. All stared at Ye Chen, eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Eight top prodigies besieged him, yet it looked like he had them surrounded.

The Heavenly Emperor's heir didn't even stand, right hand still on his companion's stunning waist. With one hand, he wove techniques and laws, instantly killing seven.

Unbelievable. He was only at First Heaven, a realm below them. Yet it seemed he was a realm above. Was this generation's Heavenly Emperor's heir too monstrous? He wasn't the Emperor's heir—the Emperor was his heir!

Luo Bingling, beside him, gaped, mouth wide, staring in disbelief. She'd braced for a deadly fight, expecting injuries. Yet she hadn't even stood, and Ye Chen wiped out the prodigies in a blink? Sitting by him, had she built any bond? With him killing all enemies, would gifting the Space Divine Stone even matter? And why was he this strong?

Her mind buzzed. She'd thought he was strong but showy. Now she saw—he wasn't showing off. He was just that powerful.

…

Ye Chen ignored the reactions. After killing seven, he didn't pause, unleashing a Heavenly Emperor Fist. The punch was earth-shattering. Yao Yuekong's towering demon god shadow, capable of crushing all, pressed down. But Ye Chen's fist met it, piercing through.

Reincarnation's terrifying force obliterated the shadow. Yao Yuekong, standing afar, cracked across his bronze, dragon-like body. Blood streamed. He seemed moments from shattering. But his physique was resilient—green life aura bloomed above, healing all wounds instantly.

All eyes turned to him. The only one to survive Ye Chen's strike today. But that was it. Even surviving one hit, how many more could he take?

His death seemed certain. His face paled, eyes flashing with despair and unwillingness. He knew his fate matched Ba Wang and the seven. But he didn't want to die. Born deficient due to clan power struggles, his parents spent centuries fixing him, enabling his cultivation path to prodigy status. His journey was paved with immense effort and sacrifice. To fall at Second Heaven? He couldn't accept it.

Yao Yuekong sensed Ye Chen's Heavy Pupils swirling with chaotic qi, gathering terrifying destructive power. With a bitter smile, he spoke, "Heavenly Emperor's heir, it was the Feather Transformation Divine Body and other Central Continent human prodigies who hunted your allies. I met your senior brother, Hua Yunfei, the Moral Heavenly Venerable's heir. I struck once, intending a fair fight, but stopped when I saw others chasing him. Only you are worth my siege. No one else. We have no deep grudge! Can you spare me? The Heavenly Demon Clan will offer ample compensation!"

Ye Chen's face remained expressionless. Even if Yao Yuekong hadn't targeted his allies, two sieges against him warranted death. Besides, with the human prodigies who attacked him dead, sparing a myriad races demon after a plea? What would others think?

In both lives, Ye Chen despised those harsh on their own kind but lenient to outsiders. Yao Yuekong had to die.

Seeing Ye Chen unmoved, red divine light coalescing in his right eye, ready to strike, Yao Yuekong held his dignity. No begging. He could die, but not disgrace his clan.

"I have a twin sister, a perfect Heavenly Demon Body, far more gifted than my deficient self, already at half-Saint. My aunt, a Peacock Royal Clan Saint King, once called the myriad races' top female immortal…"

Before he finished, Ye Chen's terrifying divine light shot out.

Yao Yuekong stopped, sighing.

Of course—Ye Chen, such a being, wouldn't fear revenge. Closing his eyes, he awaited death. But then, he opened them. The divine light, moments from hitting, veered at a near-right angle, blasting into the crowd. It struck a Second Heaven cultivator, shattering him to pieces.

Yao Yuekong froze.

The crowd erupted. Watching the spectacle got someone killed? Was the Heavenly Emperor's heir slaughtering everyone?

Spectators fled, fearing Ye Chen's killing spree would pick more "lucky" targets. Killing top prodigies was like slaughtering chickens. Killing them? Easier.

Ye Chen's lips curved, explaining, "He chased my senior brother. I saw him in a recording stone…"

The crowd exhaled. Not random! But several figures paled, using secret techniques to flee. None could escape Ye Chen's reckoning. A distant point, infused with the Fight Secret's terrifying law, killed them. He then grabbed three mentally tough cultivators who thought they'd escaped, crushing them effortlessly. Only then did Ye Chen retract his hand, his terrifying aura fading.

Killing Mahayana cultivators like dogs, he awed the crowd further. Yet, amid the awe, they stared, confused, at the still-standing Yao Yuekong. He wasn't dead? Had the Heavenly Emperor's heir stopped fighting? Was he sparing him?

No one had heard of him sparing male cultivators. Could it be… Recalling Yao Yuekong's last words, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Yao Yuekong, dazed, seemed to realize something, his lips twitching. Had his unfinished threat caused a misunderstanding?

Chapter 653: I'm Not That Kind of Person!

The crowd looked at Yao Yuekong with disdain and astonishment. He seemed like a rugged warrior, but at death's door, he showed his true colors. Selling out his sister and aunt to survive? Shameless! Where was his prodigy pride?

Even more shocking: the Heavenly Emperor's heir seemed to be sparing him because of his sister and aunt. Was this real?

They'd heard Ye Chen risked his life entering enemy Holy Lands for women, gifting treasures to win their favor, boosting foes' strength. He even built a harem peak branch there.

Already absurd. His obsession with women was demonic. But today? Sparing an enemy just for mentioning a sister and aunt? Was his fixation that extreme?

Yao Yuekong realized the misunderstanding. He wanted to clarify—he meant his sister and aunt would avenge him. But seeing Ye Chen pause, offering a chance to live, his lips trembled in relief, unable to speak.

…

Ye Chen gazed calmly at Yao Yuekong. "Your sister's talent really surpasses yours?"

Yao Yuekong didn't want to answer. He hadn't meant to sell his sister. But Ye Chen's patience was thin, so Yao Yuekong nodded. "My sister's Heavenly Demon Body was deemed the most perfect in our clan for a million years."

Their mother, attacked during pregnancy, caused Yao Yuekong's origin loss and innate weakness. His sister, unaffected, possibly absorbed his lost origin. Her talent was outrageous.

Despite their mother's bias toward him, insisting on restoring him, he'd have been abandoned otherwise. Still, at the same age, he was Second Heaven, while his sister was Fourth Heaven. The gap was stark.

Ye Chen raised a brow. If true, her multiplier was at least 4,000, maybe higher.

"Does she have a Dao companion?"

A critical question. Some Myriad Races women were loose. Like the Golden Crow princess he met—her multiplier was nil despite her talent.

Yao Yuekong hesitated, feeling degraded. But once the line was crossed, it wasn't as hard. He nodded. "She's always cultivated in the clan, never left. When the Immortal Path opened, she was sent to the fourth realm and hasn't emerged."

Good news. As for his aunt, Ye Chen had heard of her. The Peacock Clan was a mighty race. In the prior generation, a Peacock King was renowned, even in Central Continent. Her combat prowess was stunning, her bloodline regressed to ancestral roots, wielding five-colored innate tail feathers—stronger than most Extreme Dao Weapons, nearly invincible. Her fame later faded, retreating from the spotlight. Now, she was a Saint King.

"Your aunt is that former Peacock King, Yan Ruyu?" Ye Chen asked.

Yao Yuekong was stunned. He thought Ye Chen was only after his sister. Now he dared eye his aunt? She was a Sixth Heaven Saint King, a step from a Seventh Heaven Great Saint, near the cultivation world's pinnacle. Ye Chen dared to entertain such thoughts? Was he suicidal?

"My aunt is indeed her, devoted to cultivation!" Yao Yuekong said quickly, fearing deadly questions. He dreaded her hearing this, killing Ye Chen, then him for tarnishing the clan.

Spectators gawked, awed. The Heavenly Emperor's heir was fearless, coveting a Saint King.

Ye Chen felt no fear. Saint King? With his effort, he'd reach it soon. Even facing one now, with the Fusang Divine Tree, he had no worries.

…

Yao Yuekong feared Ye Chen demanding too much. He'd rather die than agree to excess. So he spoke, "Even my sister doesn't listen to me. My aunt? I barely see her, let alone talk. At most, I can promise to speak well of you to my sister. If we're together, I'll invite you as a friend for a chance to meet her…"

That was his limit. Promising to marry off his sister? His parents or sister would kill him. His aunt? One word more, and he'd be dead. But Ye Chen waved dismissively.

Yao Yuekong paled, thinking him unsatisfied. He couldn't offer more. Unexpectedly, Ye Chen didn't demand further.

"I won't force you. I spared you because, on reflection, your actions were excusable. I don't kill needlessly," Ye Chen said calmly. "No need for introductions. I'm not that kind of person! Go."

Ye Chen expected nothing from Yao Yuekong. Weak, barely on par with Ba Wang, what family status could he have? Befriending him would only earn disdain from Yao Yuekong's family.

Sparing Yao Yuekong was enough. He was strong, and his sister, more talented, was promising. The Peacock Clan's Saint King, Yan Ruyu, with ancestral five-colored tail feathers, was deemed the prior generation's top prodigy. Even more promising.

Sparing Yao Yuekong gave him a conversation starter if he met them. That sufficed. He didn't need introductions to charm women. Yao Yuekong could live or die, but trading his life for two high-multiplier women was worth it.

Yao Yuekong froze. The growing crowd was stunned. Only Luo Bingling's shock turned to disdain.

Not that kind of person? You're exactly that person!