Chapter 330: The Immortal Path is Heartless as People Struggle to Cross; One Path Leads to Success While Ten Thousand Bones Rot

Even experts of the First and Second Layers of the Emperor Realm could not last a single breath before being directly annihilated by the Sword Qi.

With one sword strike, thousands were slain.

The entire battlefield instantly fell silent.

Only those experts at the Fourth Layer of the Emperor Realm and above, along with the survivors of the Taichu Holy Land, remained.

Everyone stared blankly at the white-robed figure in the sky, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

“One sword strike… killed thousands of experts?”

“What kind of monster is this?”

“How could someone at the Third Layer of the Emperor Realm have such terrifying combat power?”

Even Jiang Bufan, the Jiang Family Head who was currently fighting the Old Ancestor of the Taichu Holy Land, stopped his movements and looked at Zhou Chen with a face full of shock.

He was an expert of the Fourth Layer of the Emperor Realm, but just now, even he felt a sense of heart-palpitating dread from that sword strike.

“This kid… who exactly is he?”

Jiang Bufan said in confusion.

In the distance, Dao Xuan saw Zhou Chen, and a gratified smile appeared on his aged face.

“Zhou Chen, you're back.”

His voice was weak, his body covered in scars, and his aura was extremely withered.

But in his eyes, the light of hope flickered.

Zhou Chen turned to look at Dao Xuan, the killing intent in his eyes subsiding slightly.

“Old man, you rest first. Leave the rest to me.”

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Bufan, and the killing intent in his eyes erupted once again.

“You're Jiang Bufan, right?”

“Very well. Today, I will take your head to sacrifice to the lost souls of the Taichu Holy Land.”

Hearing this, Jiang Bufan's face darkened, but he soon sneered.

“Kid, you think killing some small fry gives you the right to be arrogant in front of me?”

“I am at the Fourth Layer of the Emperor Realm, one Realm higher than you. What do you have to fight me with?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Bufan raised the Medium Grade Emperor Rank Spiritual Artifact in his hand, his face full of disdain.

Zhou Chen didn't answer, but instead waved his hand.

The chaos bell flew over Jiang Bufan's head, and the Space-Time Cage instantly enveloped him.

“Chaos Cage.”

Terrifying space-time power erupted, and Jiang Bufan's body was frozen in place.

He wanted to activate the emperor weapon in his hand, but found that his spiritual energy circulation had become extremely slow.

“Damn it, what kind of ghostly thing is this?”

Jiang Bufan's face changed drastically as he desperately tried to circulate all his spiritual energy to break free from the cage.

But Zhou Chen gave him no chance at all.

“Great Void Eight Desolations Slash.”

Eight terrifying streaks of Sword Qi slashed out from eight directions simultaneously, each containing the power of the Law of Severance.

The Sword Qi shuttled through the Chaos Cage, continuously cutting Jiang Bufan's body.

Puff puff puff—

Jiang Bufan's protective spiritual energy was instantly torn to shreds, and countless wounds appeared on his body.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, staining the Chaos Cage red.

“No… impossible…”

Jiang Bufan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He was at the Fourth Layer of the Emperor Realm and held an emperor weapon; how could he be suppressed by a junior at the Third Layer of the Emperor Realm?

But reality was just that cruel.

Zhou Chen's combat power far exceeded those of the same rank.

Not to mention, he also had the chaos bell.

“Didn't you want to kill me?”

Zhou Chen said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

“Then come. I'm standing right here. Come and kill me.”

Jiang Bufan gnashed his teeth and desperately activated the emperor weapon in his hand.

The emperor weapon erupted with brilliant light, transforming into a terrifying fire Dragon that pounced toward Zhou Chen.

But Zhou Chen simply raised a finger.

“Extinguish.”

The Law of Severance erupted, and the fire Dragon was cut in half in mid-air, dissipating into a rain of fire that filled the sky.

Jiang Bufan's expression changed completely.

He finally realized that he had kicked a steel plate.

This young man in front of him was by no means an ordinary Third Layer of the Emperor Realm.

His combat power had likely already reached the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm, or even higher.

“Escape!”

Only this one thought remained in Jiang Bufan's mind.

He no longer hesitated, circulating all his spiritual energy in an attempt to tear open the Chaos Cage and flee.

But how could Zhou Chen give him the chance?

“Want to escape? Too late.”

Zhou Chen raised his right hand, and the imperial dao imprint qingping sword phantom emerged once again.

This time, the runes on the sword were even more brilliant, emitting an aura that could destroy heaven and earth.

“Great Void Yin-Yang Slash.”

In an instant, the qingping sword phantom appeared right before Jiang Bufan.

The terrifying Law of Severance erupted within the Chaos Cage, transforming into a pillar of destructive light that struck Jiang Bufan directly.

Boom—

Before Jiang Bufan could even let out a scream, he was completely annihilated by the Great Void power.

The Fourth Layer of the Emperor Realm Jiang Family Head died just like that at Zhou Chen's hands.

The entire battlefield fell back into a dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, their minds completely blank.

“The Jiang Family Head… is dead?”

That was an expert of the Fourth Layer of the Emperor Realm, the head of the Middle Six Clans' Jiang Family, a terrifying existence holding an emperor weapon.

Killed just like that by a young man at the Third Layer of the Emperor Realm?

“How is this possible?”

But the facts were right before their eyes; they had no choice but to believe.

Zhou Chen put away the chaos bell and turned to look at the remaining Jiang Family and Demonic Path Cultivators on the battlefield.

His gaze was cold, as if looking at dead people.

“Who else?”

These two words were spoken lightly, yet they sent a chill through everyone's hearts.

In the distance, the Demon Race Cultivator of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm, after being blocked by Ji Wuming's Dao Protector, had been fishing in troubled waters with the intention of profiting from the conflict.

Zhou Chen's performance now had him completely terrified; how could he dare to stay?

The remaining Jiang Family and Demonic Path Cultivators turned and fled one after another, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

But how could Zhou Chen let them go?

“Want to leave? Did you ask me?”

He waved his hand, and the qingping sword phantom slashed down once again.

The sword light was like a waterfall, enveloping all the fleeing enemies.

Seeing this, the Demon Race Cultivator of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm spat out a mouthful of essence blood and instantly vanished as a demonic shadow.

The other Cultivators were not so lucky; screams rose one after another, but they soon faded into silence.

Only the survivors of the Taichu Holy Land remained on the entire battlefield.

Zhou Chen slowly landed and walked to Dao Xuan.

“Old man, are you alright?”

Dao Xuan looked at Zhou Chen, his eyes full of gratification.

“I'm fine, just some injuries, it's no big deal.”

“Zhou Chen, you've grown.”

Zhou Chen shook his head and took out several healing Medicinal Pills from his storage ring, handing them to Dao Xuan.

“Old man, recover from your injuries first.”

Dao Xuan took the pills, swallowed them, and sat cross-legged to begin healing.

Zhou Chen turned to look at the Disciples and Elders of the Taichu Holy Land on the battlefield.

They were all looking at him with eyes full of shock and awe.

When Zhou Chen's gaze swept over Han Li and Ji Wuming, he showed a look of gratitude and nodded slightly.

“Everyone, the crisis of the Taichu Holy Land has been resolved.”

“Next, what we need to do is rebuild Taichu.”

At this moment, Zhou Chen stood amidst the wreckage, his white robe stained with spots of blood that were particularly striking in the sunlight.

Behind him were the corpses of thousands of experts.

Those once arrogant Jiang Family Disciples, Demonic Path Cultivators, and Demon Race experts were now all cold corpses, lying scattered across the ground.

The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood, making one feel nauseous.

But on Zhou Chen's face, there was no expression.

He just stood there quietly, his gaze cold, like a god of slaughter.

The Immortal Path is heartless as people struggle to cross; one path leads to success while ten thousand bones rot.