Chapter 882: Crushing a Supreme Emperor Artifact!

Fang Yu struck, and corpses fell from cracks everywhere—immortal platform realm experts from various places.

They had all come to stop Ye Fan, and would not have minded eliminating Fang Yu as well.

But now they were all slain by Fang Yu.

"All immortal platform realm experts—slain in an instant by the Chaotic Body!"

"Which sect's expert is this? Can you tell?"

"It's impossible to tell—even experts must have altered their forms; even if killed, their identities remain hidden, or else it would be over—angering the Divine King, angering the Chaotic Body."

"But the Yinyang Sect likely has a major problem now—one of their Grand Elders died right here on the battlefield, surely tied to the assassination."

"They'll surely try to deny everything, but whether they'll succeed is another question."

"Fang Yu truly deserves the title of Chaotic Body—I think he's stronger than even the Ancient Sacred Body. Killing a partially perfected Ancient Sacred Body is nothing compared to killing this Chaotic Body!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me along!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion; many were stunned. Some had heard of the Chaotic Body, but had assumed Fang Yu was merely a peerless prodigy of the younger generation—today's battle instantly revealed their utter folly: Fang Yu's strength had clearly reached the level of the elder generation, even surpassing their top experts by far.

Immortal Platform Realm experts, ancient relics—none had survived a single strike from him. How was this possible?

"I never believed the rumors before—but now I see: every rumor may be true. Had he not held back, I would already be dead."

Xia Jiuyou was also among the crowd, this young girl watching the battle ahead, her heart stirred.

After arriving at Shengcheng, she had heard many rumors—that Fang Yu, the Chaotic Body, had reached the level of ancient relics—but she hadn't believed them. After all, as a peerless prodigy who had received the finest education and cultivation methods, she had only reached the Four Extremities Secret Realm, just one step away from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.

She was an unparalleled genius, nearly reaching Dragon Transformation at fourteen or fifteen—she had assumed it would take her decades, even centuries, to reach the Immortal Platform Realm. How could someone her own generation have already achieved it?

That was impossible.

Only now did she understand what "possible" truly meant.

"Why can he cultivate so fast!?"

This remained something Xia Jiuyou could not comprehend.

After Fang Yu slew several noisy cultivators, the battlefield fell silent for a moment—then suddenly, a far more terrifying aura erupted, as if heaven and earth were collapsing, all things being destroyed, returning to chaos and primordial void.

"Supreme Emperor Artifact!"

At that moment, the four immortal imperial houses of Zhongzhou and the masters of the Hundred Schools seated in the sky all changed expression, tumbling down in utter disarray.

The cultivators on the ground felt unimaginable terror—as if their lives were about to end.

"Which holy sect or noble family dares deploy a Supreme Emperor Artifact? Are they trying to kill us all?!"

"With so many great figures present, they still dare use a Supreme Emperor Artifact? Insane, insane! What are they trying to do—kill the Ancient Sacred Body? The Chaotic Body? Or the Divine King? Or kill us all?!"

Everyone was terrified—even the emperors of Zhongzhou frowned, gripped by immense dread. They had suspected someone would act, but never imagined they'd witness this.

A Supreme Emperor Artifact against the Ancient Sacred Body?

No—a Supreme Emperor Artifact against the Divine King, the Chaotic Body, and the Ancient Sacred Body.

"Who dares sneak out? Come and fight!"

The White-Robed Divine King unleashed divine power, channeling it into the Everlasting Universe Divine Furnace—the Supreme Emperor Artifact immediately radiated boundless terror, like a great sun about to unleash devastating energy to obliterate all existence.

The two Sacred Artifacts clashed, their energies entwining as if ready to shatter heaven and earth.

From the void stepped a figure, coldly staring at Jiang Shenwang.

"I am no sneak—I came directly. Jiang Taixu, four thousand years ago you killed my elder brother—did you ever think I'd come for revenge?"

The figure stood in the void, utterly unconcerned with others seeing his face—he was utterly fearless.

"You… the Twin Kings of Zhongzhou?"

Jiang Taixu's gaze fixed on the figure nearby, as if recalling distant memories.

"Your memory isn't bad—you still remember us after four thousand years! Then now, aren't you ready to join him?"