Villain : After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse-Chapter 312

Chapter 312: The Alliance of Three Ancient Emperor!

Now, the Golden-Winged Roc Clan stood isolated, abandoned by the ancient imperial clans and reduced to servitude under the Yin Yang Sea.

If the Yin Yang Emperors acted, Jiang Chen would gladly take the opportunity to eliminate them. Mercy was never an option for his enemies.

Jin Yuan swept up Jin Changhe and departed swiftly, leaving as quickly as they had come. With their departure, the ancient city returned to a brief moment of calm.

“The Little Roc King died just like that!” one onlooker muttered, astonished.

“The difference in power was too great!” another exclaimed. “Even with Jin Yuan’s protection, he couldn’t stop Jiang Chen.”

“It’s karma,” someone added. “The Little Roc King’s arrogance led to his doom. If he hadn’t spoken so rashly before the Primordial Holy Son, he wouldn’t have met such a tragic end.”

“It was sheer madness to provoke someone like the Primordial Holy Son!”

Many were baffled by Jiang Chen’s decisive action. The Little Roc King had been arrogant, yes, but his actions didn’t seem extreme enough to warrant such a brutal death. Jiang Chen’s response felt out of character, given his usual restraint.

“Could it be related to the Yin Yang Sea?” someone speculated. “Perhaps the Primordial Holy Son has set his sights on them.”

As theories swirled, no one could fully grasp the situation. However, the truth was simple. Jiang Chen had acted solely because of the Yin Yang Sea.

He was certain that the Yin Yang Supreme intended to target the Qin royal family. Once that happened, the Primordial Holy Land could not stand idly by, solidifying their position as enemies.

The Little Roc King’s allegiance to the Yin Yang Sea sealed his fate. Whether now or later, Jiang Chen would have killed him regardless. Given the circumstances, why wait?

Jiang Chen had already extended mercy, but the Little Roc King had squandered it. That left only one outcome: death.

“Can I leave now?” Tianyang Zhenren finally spoke, breaking the silence. He glanced at the Pure Yang Holy Son with cautious hope.

“You’ll have to ask the Primordial Holy Son,” the Pure Yang Holy Son replied with a shrug. “This is beyond our control.”

“Must I really ask him?” Tianyang Zhenren groaned in despair. He couldn’t muster the courage to approach Jiang Chen directly.

Jiang Chen’s disdain for the Yin Yang Sea became increasingly apparent. Witnessing Jiang Chen’s sheer power, Tianyang Zhenren felt a pang of despair—what if the Primordial Holy Son decided to strike him down? There was no escape.

“You decide, Qin Ershi!” Jiang Chen’s voice rang out.

Tianyang Zhenren was insignificant in Jiang Chen’s eyes. Though talented, he lacked the potential for greatness. Jiang Chen neither cared for his life nor death.

Even if he allowed Tianyang Zhenren to live, the Yin Yang Supreme would likely consume him sooner or later. To these Emperor’s, the inheritors of forbidden zones were nothing more than walking blood pools, a tool for healing. Beyond that, they served no purpose.

If Tianyang Zhenren didn’t die today, he would inevitably meet a grim fate at the hands of the Emperors. For Jiang Chen, his survival or demise held no importance.

“Let him go for now!” Qin Ershi decided after a moment of thought, clinging to his desire for revenge.

He had been defeated by Tianyang Zhenren and yearned for the chance to avenge himself. Letting him die here would deny him that opportunity.

“If you truly want revenge, why not settle it now?” Jiang Chen suggested, his tone calm but pointed. “If you spare him today, you may never get the chance to find him again as he would be dead.”

In the original narrative, the Yin Yang Supreme had attacked the Qin royal family and devoured Tianyang Zhenren. Though events had shifted, Jiang Chen doubted such a minor detail would change.

“Why?” Qin Ershi asked Jiang Chen, confusion written across his face. “Why would he die if we spare him today? Someone of his status should be safe as long as you don’t act.”

“Because inheritors of forbidden zones are nothing but blood food for the Supremes,” Jiang Chen explained simply.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ershi pondered briefly before declaring, “Then I shall defeat him now!” He stepped out of the pavilion, allowing Tianyang Zhenren to recover and preparing for a duel.

Tianyang Zhenren had no choice but to accept, unable to refuse. Their battle ultimately ended in a draw—neither won nor lost.

—

In the Chaotic Star Sea.

The Chaotic Star Sea roared with turbulence. The stars churned like a boundless ocean, filled with ancient restrictions and pervasive killing intent that spread across the void, unnerving all who felt it.

As one of the Nine Forbidden Zones of the Nine Heavens Realm, the Chaotic Star Sea was a place mortals dared not tread. Especially in this era, with the emergence of forbidden zones, no one dared venture inside, fearing the wrath of ancient Supremes dwelling within.

At this moment, the Chaotic Star Sea quaked, and the void trembled. A colossal eye appeared in the heavens, cold and merciless, like the eye of the heavens themselves.

“What are you scheming, Yin Yang?” a frosty voice reverberated, shaking the cosmos.

The void distorted as a towering figure emerged, shrouded in divine light, their features obscured. Only their domineering eyes could be seen, overlooking the world with disdain.

It was the Yin Yang Emperor.

“Xinghe, you and I both know—the Immortal Path is about to open,” Yin Yang Emperor began. “Our eternal wish is on the verge of fulfillment.”

“But you also understand,” he continued, “too many seek the Immortal Path, especially the Lord of the Land of Heaven’s Abandonment. With our current strength, we may not emerge victorious.”

Xinghe Supreme, his voice steady, replied, “So, what are you suggesting?”

“Our Dao wounds are incurable unless we devour the essence of all living beings, which may offer us partial recovery,” Yin Yang Emperor explained. “However, the forces of the immortal factions are wary of us. If we make a move, we may not withstand their combined might.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. Xinghe Supreme assumed he intended to trigger another dark upheaval, consuming the essence of all life to heal themselves while the Immortal Path was opening.

But with the immortal factions united, the two of them alone were no match for the Nine Heavens Realm.

“Naturally, I do not intend to incite a dark upheaval,” Yin Yang Supreme clarified. “The Primordial Holy Land harbors a cultivator with a Great Accomplishment Dao Body—though not perfected. This so-called Great Saint has merely inherited the physique, using it to wield eighty percent of its power.”

“If we join forces, we can kill him. The Great Accomplishment Physique’s essence is rich with vitality. While it won’t restore us to our peaks, it can return us to eighty percent of our former strength. With this, we will stand a better chance when the Immortal Path opens,” he concluded.

Initially, Yin Yang Emperor had intended to take down Jiang Chen alone, but the young man’s past feats gave him pause. Jiang Chen had forced the Ye Clan Emperor to push himself to his utmost limits—a testament to his strength.

Alone, the Yin Yang Emperor doubted his ability to subdue him, especially given the numerous Emperor Weapons in the Primordial Holy Land’s possession.

Thus, he decided to seek an alliance with other ancient Emperors. He was confident they would agree—a single Great Accomplishment Physique was enough to tempt them. Its essence could significantly heal their wounds.

“Even with just the two of us, success isn’t guaranteed,” Xinghe Supreme cautioned. “The Primordial Holy Land possesses numerous Emperor Weapons. Even if we kill him, it may cost us dearly.”

“We won’t be the only ones,” Yin Yang Supreme assured him. “There is another who will act.”

“Who?” Xinghe Supreme asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.