Heavenly Mystic Immortal Sect, Sword-Hiding Pool.
Ten Ultimate Emperor Weapons descended from the sky, and the moment they struck the ground, countless sword auras burst forth.
In an instant, a sword formation rose from the earth, piercing the heavens with an endless ringing of swords.
Awe-inspiring heavenly might enveloped Ye Chen, and the rampant sword energy tore through his body.
“Pu chi!” Ye Chen, completely unguarded, was seriously injured on the spot. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, his breath withering.
He abruptly raised his head and looked up in disbelief at the ten Empresses in the void who had just attacked him.
“Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation! Why? Why are you doing this?”
Ye Chen questioned angrily. These ten Empresses were his personal disciples. He believed he had never wronged them—raising and guiding them from youth with utmost care.
No matter how rare the treasures or how powerful the divine weapons, he had always shared everything equally among them, never once being selfish.
But now, they had waited for the critical moment of his secluded cultivation to ambush him together, deploying the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation to severely injure him!
In the sky, a voluptuous woman in a fiery red dress stepped forward. She was Ye Chen’s eldest disciple, Liu Hongyu. Her gaze was cold as she spoke first.
“Why? Master, can’t you tell? We’ve tolerated you long enough. If you hadn’t insisted on taking me as your disciple back then, I would’ve been chosen by the Sect Master and become the chief disciple, receiving all of the sect’s resources. Because of you, I wasted 1,000 years just to reach the Emperor Realm! Do you even know how much time you cost me?”
Liu Hongyu grew angrier as she spoke, glaring at Ye Chen with hatred, as if she wished to tear him apart with her bare hands.
Ye Chen looked at her and felt a wave of self-mockery in his heart. Many cultivators couldn’t even reach the Nascent Soul Realm in hundreds of years, yet Liu Hongyu had attained the Emperor Realm in just 1,000 years under his careful guidance.
And she still thought it was too slow?
If not for his tireless efforts and countless heavenly treasures to cleanse and rebuild her body, Liu Hongyu wouldn’t have achieved the Emperor Realm even in 10,000 years.
Ungrateful wretch.
Just then, another woman in a green dress stepped forward. She was Ye Chen’s second disciple, Li Qinghuan. She looked down at him and gritted her teeth.
“1,000 years! Do you know what that time was like for us? If I had even the slightest chance, I would’ve killed you long ago! Back then, Senior Brother Xu and I were in love. If you hadn’t heartlessly torn us apart, why would he have left me? This is all your fault!”
Li Qinghuan was consumed with rage, her hatred boiling over. She had long held a grudge, always waiting for the chance to end Ye Chen’s life.
Ye Chen’s gaze fell on her as he shook his head in self-mockery. If that relationship had truly been a good match, as her master, he would’ve happily blessed it.
But that Xu fellow was no good person. He had pursued Li Qinghuan with ulterior motives, intending to use her as a cultivation furnace.
Ye Chen had only wanted to protect her, yet she now hated him for it…
He regretted it. He should’ve let that Xu bastard seduce her and drain her dry. He’d like to see if she’d still hold a grudge after being left as a hollow shell.
“You arrogant old man! It wasn’t you who made us what we are—it’s us who gave you glory by becoming Emperors! And you still dare to preach to us? Who do you think you are? Go die, you old thing!”
The third disciple, Lu Mengyao, also looked at Ye Chen with resentment and cursed him loudly. She had never liked being disciplined, and now her grudge of 1,000 years finally erupted.
Ye Chen remained silent. He only corrected them when they made mistakes. The rest of the time, he treated them like his own daughters, never once raising his hand or voice.
But even the slightest displeasure from him had made them resent him all these years?
He turned his gaze to his fourth disciple, Su Nianwan. She had always been gentle and obedient. Why would she turn on him too?
“Nianwan, why are you trying to kill me as well? Back then, I saved you, brought you to the sect, and taught you cultivation. Have you forgotten all of that?”
Ye Chen was still unwilling to give up.
Back then, when he met Su Nianwan, she was being assaulted by a group of wealthy heirs. If he hadn’t intervened, she would’ve been violated and killed.
“Who asked you to save me?” Su Nianwan said coldly. “Do you know who was trying to violate me that day? It was the Crown Prince of the Blazing Sun Empire. If you hadn’t interfered, I’d already be the Crown Princess. I could’ve lived in luxury, instead of suffering under you. This is all your fault! Ye Chen, you deserve to die!”
Hearing this, Ye Chen’s heart trembled. He let out a bitter laugh. He had saved her from death, yet she resented him for meddling?
She really thought she could become Crown Princess? Foolish fantasy.
Those heirs were just playing with her. Did she really think she could marry into royalty? If anything, the Crown Prince would’ve thrown her away after ruining her.
“Ye Chen, when the Lin family was slaughtered, why didn’t you help?” another voice called out.
Fifth disciple, Lin Muge, stepped forward with sharp eyes. “You stood in the shadows, watching as my family was destroyed, just so I’d become your disciple. Only after they were all dead did you come to ‘save’ me. I hate you! Today, I will avenge my family!”
The others followed, each casting hateful glares and voicing their own grievances. They had all endured for years, just waiting for the moment Ye Chen entered seclusion so they could strike together.
“Kill him!”
“Ye Chen, you’re doomed today!”
“I’ve had enough of you! Die already!”
Their accusations came like daggers.
“How laughable.”
Ye Chen listened to the ten female disciples, his heart filled with sorrow.
If not for him, they’d all be long dead and buried, let alone become Emperors.
Each of them had been born with demonic physiques. A single misstep would’ve led them into demonic cultivation, doomed for eternity.
He had secretly used rare treasures to purify and reshape them, even at the cost of his own cultivation, guiding them onto the righteous path.
But instead of gratitude, they turned on him.
They were truly beyond saving—rotten to the core.
He had raised ten ungrateful wolves!
Ye Chen bitterly regretted ever helping them. He should’ve left their demonic bodies intact and let them rot.
“You want to kill me?”
“Fine! Then I’ll take you all down with me!”
Ye Chen’s expression darkened. He roared, chanting a secret technique. His blood essence ignited as he forcibly released his cultivation.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation had already shattered his foundation. Even if he survived, he would be a cripple.
If he had to die, then he’d make sure these ungrateful wolves perished with him!
“Break!”
His spiritual energy exploded as he struck with his palm, shattering the formation.
In a flash, he stepped into the sky!
Before the disciples could react, Ye Chen appeared before Liu Hongyu. With one punch, he pierced her chest.
“Boom—”
Liu Hongyu couldn’t dodge in time and died instantly.
The remaining disciples were stunned.
“Attack together! Kill him!”
But Ye Chen had already reached the Saint Realm. With his blood burning, his strength surged to the peak.
They, mere Emperors, were no match for him.
“Die!”
Ye Chen appeared behind Li Qinghuan and slammed his palm into her.
“Boom!” She exploded into a cloud of blood, her soul annihilated.
“Today, I shall cleanse the sect!”
Ye Chen summoned an Ultimate Emperor Weapon, gripped the divine sword, and flashed before Lu Mengyao, slicing her clean in half.
“He’s gone mad!”
The rest of the disciples were horrified. They hadn’t expected Ye Chen to be so terrifying even while seriously injured.
“He’s burning his life. He won’t survive. Let’s escape!”
Su Nianwan shouted.
The group immediately fled…
“You ungrateful wolves, trying to run?”
“Dream on!”
Ye Chen’s face turned grim as he poured all his power into the Ultimate Emperor Weapon.
“Ten Thousand Swords… Return to One!”
This was his strongest sword move, even using it cost his life.
The sky changed color. Countless swords of spiritual energy formed.
With one slash, space itself was torn apart by sword energy, sending out waves of destruction.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The fleeing disciples were struck one by one, reduced to bloody mist, utterly obliterated.
Watching his ten disciples die, Ye Chen finally let go. His blood had burned out. He quietly waited for death.
If he could live again, he would never take in those ten ungrateful wolves.
Suddenly, dark demonic energy drifted out from the blood mist of the disciples.
“This is…”
Ye Chen’s pupils shrank. Something was wrong.
He had clearly purified their demonic bodies—why was there still demonic energy?
Someone must have secretly led them back into demonic cultivation.
And that someone must be beyond the Emperor Realm—at least a Saint.
Who was it?
A dark figure suddenly appeared. Before Ye Chen could react, a punch smashed into his chest.
His body plummeted powerlessly into the abyss below. Life rapidly drained from him as he stared up at the dark shadow in the sky.
Who was he? A member of the Demon Race?
Who had orchestrated this entire massacre?
What… were they planning?