Genius Daddy in the City

Panda Novel

Ye Chen had already learned about the commotion caused by the Corpse King from Elder Qing Xuan and the rest.

Elder Qing Xuan was worried, “Peak master, this ferocious beast is incomparable. If he kills his way into the Ninth Peak…”

Witchcraft Sect’s sect master and the new Corpse Sect’s sect master, Wei Yun, and the rest nodded.

Too many things had happened in Kunlun Ruins over the past few days. After the corpse from the Qing dynasty broke out of seclusion, he had brought a lot of fear to the Kunlun Ruins.

“He won’t!”

However, Ye Chen only replied with two words and sent Elder Qing Xuan and the rest away. He then went to the repository of the supreme sects.

In just two days, he had almost read all the ancient books in Kunlun Ruins, but he realized that the records were only about 400 years old.

However, there was no information about the era before that. It was as if it had been forcefully erased.

“What exactly happened in the Kunlun Ruins 500 years ago? Why did all the saints disappear?!”

Ye Chen was very persistent.

In the past two days, the Corpse King had caused countless shocks in the Kunlun Ruins. However, strangely, he did not attack Ye Chen’s sects, nor did he intend to interact with Ye Chen.

It was as if there was some sort of unspoken agreement between the two of them, or perhaps they had reached some sort of agreement. They would not attack each other.

Elder Qing Xuan and the rest were suspicious. They almost thought that Ye Chen had released the Corpse King.

…

On the 27th day of the 12th lunar month, 2018 in the Kunlun Ruins’ calendar, Ye Chen led the people from the Ninth Peak to the Purple Cap Mountain. He wanted to complete the battle that they had agreed on three days ago!

Countless people were furious when they heard the news. All of them called Ye Chen shameless.

“Hmph, Mad Southern Ye is really a man of his word. The old saint is already injured, yet he still went to meet him shamelessly!”

“Damn Mad Southern Ye, why didn’t that Corpse King come to suck his blood?!”

“Mad Southern Ye only knows how to bully the weak and fear the strong. If you’re capable, go and fight that Corpse King one-on-one. It’s best if the two of them perish together!”

“…”

Instantly, countless people complained and cursed.

Even so, the Kunlun Ruins was stirred by Ye Chen. Countless people headed to Purple Cap Mountain on their own, wanting to watch the battle up close.

Less than a hundred kilometers away from the Purple Cap Mountain, a black armor that was as long as a black dragon surrounded a huge carriage.

They were silent and lifeless, like undead that had returned from hell. Their eyes were cold, empty, and frightening…

On the other hand, brilliant lights shot out in all directions from the edges of the carriage, and the strangest thing was that there were nine enormous beings pulling it.

When one took a closer look, they were the skeletons of nine warhorses. There was not a single bit of flesh on their bodies. Their entire body was emitting endless yin energy, and their hollow eyes were flickering with ghost flames.

On the carriage, there was a man wearing a black dragon robe. He wore a flat crown and had a dignified appearance. His body was emitting endless corpse qi, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Around the carriage, there were four hummer guards with monstrous corpse qi. The four Drought Demons were wearing battle armor, including Qin Jian.

At that moment, one of the Drought Demons looked around and said slowly, “My lord, why are we watching the battle?”

“Just wait!”

Inside the carriage, the black-robed man was resting with his eyes closed. His expression was like a thousand-year-old glacier.

That Drought Demon could only restrain his suspicion and not ask any further.

…

On the Purple Cap Mountain, in the depths of the largest mountain range in the Kunlun Ruins, the Broken Soul Mountain Range, one’s whereabouts had always been mysterious, and no one could find them.

And today, all the formations that led to the Broken Soul Mountain Range had been connected. The path to the Purple Cap Mountain was extremely flat.

On the Purple Cap Peak that was the entrance to Purple Cap Mountain, countless people had already gathered at the moment. They had come from various parts of the Kunlun Ruins to watch the battle. Regardless of whether they were supreme sects or aristocratic families, they have all gathered.

Whoosh…

With the sounds of space being ripped apart and the shocking cry of swords, streaks of light broke through the thick clouds.

“He’s here. Mad Southern Ye is here!”

Everyone was shocked.

The countless sword gleams in the sky lined up and released powerful auras that tore through the void.

When they were less than 60 meters away from Purple Cap Mountain, all the sword gleams paused before retreating to the side.

Under the numerous gazes, a thin figure slowly walked over as if he was taking a leisure stroll.

“Mad Southern Ye!”

At this moment, countless people felt their hearts tremble.

It was especially true for supreme sects like the Dao Sect.

“He’s Mad Southern Ye!”

However, there were still some youngsters who were traveling for the first time. They curled their lips secretly, “He doesn’t look that good. Is he really as brave as the rumors say?”

The moment that was said, the senior behind them was shocked. He covered his mouth immediately.

“Brat, do you want to die? Mad Southern Ye is an existence comparable to a saint. He even dared to kill Sect Master Lei Xing and the rest. He could kill me a hundred times with a sneeze…”

He looked at Ye Chen nervously after reprimanding the junior. He only heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Chen had no reaction.

Under the attention of everyone, Ye Chen looked into the depths of Purple Cap Mountain and spoke slowly. His voice was like thunder, “Mad Southern Ye from the secular world is here today to fulfill the three-day promise. Old saint, please get out and fight me!”

When he said the first word, it sounded normal, but he raised the decibel level on the second word. When he said the fifth word, everyone felt a sharp pain in their ears.

When the last word fell, it was as if the sky and the earth had collapsed. Thunder exploded in everyone’s ears.

It was as if countless bolts of lightning had struck down from the clear sky.

At that moment, everyone’s expression changed. Even the young people who looked down on Ye Chen earlier were no exception. They were bleeding from their seven orifices and their faces were filled with fear.

‘So this is Mad Southern Ye?

‘How scary!’

After a few seconds of silence, a beautiful figure shot over. It was Zi Zhuier.

She bit her red lips bitterly and said, “Mr. Ye, my patriarch is injured. Can we fight another day?”

“Sorry!”

Ye Chen remained calm.

Anger accumulated inside of him!

Many of the dragon veins in the secular world of China had been extracted and suppressed by the saints of Shang Santian. These people were like thieves who had stolen someone else’s things and treated them like ants!

He had to ask today!

‘What right do you have to do that?!’

He wanted to seek justice for Old Chen, Niu Qingshan, and the rest who had sacrificed their lives to protect the Chinese cultivation world!

“Mr. Ye, I’m begging you!”

Zi Zhuier’s face turned pale and she wanted to kneel, “My patriarch has dedicated his entire life to the Kunlun Ruins. He has no enmity toward you…”

At that moment, a weak force spread out from the void and stopped Zi Zhuier from kneeling.

“Fellow, since you want to fight, let’s fight!”