Eternal Holy Emperor-Chapter 1251 - 1125: Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

"Cousin Zhengyang, have you forgotten about me?" Ye Chen gently smiled, his smile radiating warm sunlight.

The past grievances were not just child’s play; after all, they belonged to the same family, making this reunion exceptionally dear.

Upon seeing each other again, Ye Zhengyang felt a complex range of emotions, surprised to be meeting once more. He spoke softly, "Cousin Ye Chen, it’s been many years since we last met. I’m truly sorry for what happened back then."

He sincerely apologized from the depths of his heart.

Ye Chen patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We are all family. Back then, it was just youthful impulsiveness, nothing to carry in our hearts."

By this time, the Ye Family members who had fallen to the ground had already gotten up, watching Ye Chen from afar with a sense of unfamiliarity. Among them, a young man in blue clothes shouted coldly, "Who exactly are you? You can’t be one of our Ye Family; at least I’ve never seen you. Are you a young talent from one of those outside forces? You’ve got some nerve to meddle in Ye Family affairs."

At this moment, Ye Zhengyang’s expression changed slightly, and he hastily transmitted a message, "Cousin Ye Chen, be careful. These people are not simple; the figures behind them are significant within the family and hold great power, not to be offended lightly."

In his eyes, Ye Chen had been vastly talented and unrivaled among the younger generation on the Tiandu Continent during their time.

However, hindsight had shown him that the vast Tiandu Continent was but a drop in the ocean compared to the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms. Any Immortal Sacred Land from the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms had the power to annihilate the Tiandu Continent.

Moreover, the Ye Family was undoubtedly the Supreme Clan among the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, having produced the most powerful of Emperors and Kings, with awe-inspiring foundations. Any single individual from this clan could summon rain and wind across the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms.

Those brilliant talents of the past seemed inadequate within the Supreme Clan of the Ye Family. This place was terrifying. Ye Zhengyang did not think Ye Chen could stand against the Emperor Clan Ye Family, fearing severe punishment if caught.

"Cousin Ye Chen, if you get the chance, escape at once; I’ll hold them off here. Despite their significant power, the family rules of the Ye Family strictly prohibit internal slaughter; they wouldn’t dare kill me regardless of their audacity," Ye Zhengyang secretly advised Ye Chen to flee if the opportunity arose.

"Cousin Zhengyang, no need to worry. I understand the strength of the Emperor Clan Ye Family. Naturally, I also am aware of the consequences of appearing here," Ye Chen smiled, giving Ye Zhengyang a reassuring look.

Even so, Ye Zhengyang remained on guard, ready to rush forward at the first sign of trouble, protecting Ye Chen and giving him a chance to escape first.

Seeing this, a warmth flickered across Ye Chen’s eyes. He patted Ye Zhengyang’s shoulder and said, "Rest assured, I’ll handle it all. Later, please take me to see my parents; I miss them quite a bit."

Decades apart, he was profoundly yearning for his dearest parents, eagerly anticipating the moment of their reunion.

"Boy, I’m asking you a question." The young man in blue clothes, seeing Ye Chen talking only with Ye Zhengyang without answering, questioned angrily and then gloomily said, "No need to ask anymore; since you dare meddle with Ye Family’s matters today, there’s only one outcome for you — death!"

He summoned a silver Divine Bell, his life-bound Divinity Transformation Daoist, made of extraordinary materials, which swelled into a majestic mountain, directly pressing down, causing void annihilation.

And because of Ye Chen’s earlier sudden and impressive appearance, everyone was cautious, and the other talented young members of the Ye Family immediately surged forward, attacking Ye Chen fiercely. Many among them boasted Divinity Transformation cultivation, quite impressive indeed.

In an instant, over a dozen powerful Daoist Soldiers, entwined with Divine Radiance and Principles, bombarded forth, tearing open the sky, intimidating all who witnessed the spectacle.

"Cousin Ye Chen, be careful!"

Ye Zhengyang hastily warned, only for Ye Chen to turn his head back with a chuckle, "Rest assured, if these folks could even wound me, wouldn’t Ye Gucheng and the others laugh themselves to death if they heard?"

Boom—

Ye Chen stood there, without wielding Divine Skills or displaying the Heaven and Earth Dharma. He appeared ordinary, with not even a trace of Principle Fluctuation manifesting as he simply raised a hand and swung a palm.

Just as everyone coldly sneered at Ye Chen for courting death, they were aghast to witness Ye Chen’s slender, fair hand, seemingly devoid of any Principle Fluctuation, first slap against the young man’s silver Divine Bell.

With a booming sound, Ye Chen’s palm remained unscathed, while the exquisite-material Divine Bell exploded into countless silver light rain.

These were fragments of the Divine Bell, bursting away and consecutively demolishing the other dozen powerful Daoist Soldiers, causing a surging storm of Divine Power in Martial Arts Square, ripping void and ground alike, startling everyone present.

Even the young king sitting cross-legged on the Central Dao Platform was startled, opening his tightly shut eyes for the first time, gazing at the scene with peculiar intrigue.

On the Martial Arts Square, everyone was shocked; it was terrifying. What kind of palm was this, ordinary and simple, yet annihilating a dozen Daoist Soldiers into nothingness?

At this point, even the dullest understood that the young man who suddenly intervened to protect Ye Zhengyang was undoubtedly a formidable Heavenly Pride, exceptionally powerful, at least a Semi-Saint, possibly even surpassing the Divinity Transformation Realm; otherwise, how could he possess such formidable might?

The blast of Divine Power even swept away the many Ye Family disciples surging up, sending them flying like broken kites, coughing blood non-stop, all injured to some extent.

"Boy, even if you are a Semi-Saint or a Saint, it won’t end well for you for offending this young master."

Ye Tianyang still charged forward, his eyes cold, summoning a grand banner forged with Five-Element materials, releasing a five-colored Divine Light soaring into the sky. It, accompanied by potent Gold Wood Water Fire Earth forces, collided ahead, annihilating everything.

This banner possessed mighty Saintly Might, clearly a Holy Weapon, much stronger than ordinary Divinity Transformation Daoist Soldiers by many folds.

Unfortunately for him, this was Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, expressionless, faced Ye Tianyang, "To reduce trouble, I can only apologize to you."

Ye Tianyang immediately understood Ye Chen’s intent, clearly wanting to make an example out of him, which enraged him. What did this even mean?

Yet, as Ye Chen lifted his hand and swung a palm, the Five Elements Power instantly vanished without a trace, obliterated to emptiness, causing the banner to shatter completely with a resounding explosion.