Villain: After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse

Jiang Chen didn't need to listen to know what Ye Tian was going to say—probably some threats about making him suffer or avenging Ye Qing's death. Jiang Chen had heard such talk countless times and was frankly tired of it.

Boom!

Ye Tian's face turned dark as iron, his aura erupting like a volcano, unleashing a boundless pressure that seemed to burn through the heavens. The surrounding void trembled, surging with violent waves, as if the entire world were on the brink of destruction.

This alone displayed Ye Tian's extraordinary power—a Saint King at the ninth level, the former Holy Son of the Ye Family, possessing exceptional talent and strength.

Hum!

Ye Tian formed a complex hand seal, causing the surrounding space to ripple outward, generating a unique force that enveloped Jiang Chen. The space around Jiang Chen seemed to be under Ye Tian's control, transforming into invisible arms and divine weapons, sweeping toward him with overwhelming power.

"Hmph." Jiang Chen let out a cold snort, and the Origin Immortal Bone within him flared with radiant divine light.

He activated the Origin Domain. Instantly, the control over the surrounding space shifted to Jiang Chen. Attempting to contest control of the heavens and void against him was nothing short of folly.

Boom!

The vast expanse of void surged like waves, crashing toward Ye Tian. Sensing the shift in energy around him, Ye Tian's eyes flashed with shock. Despite being a Saint King at the ninth level, his mastery over space seemed inferior to that of a Saint. This defied all logic; yet here it was.

A sharp, cold gleam slashed through the air, transforming into a brilliant arc of light akin to the vast Milky Way descending from the heavens, its razor edge slicing through everything in its path.

Realizing the domain was no longer his to command, Ye Tian quickly pivoted, wielding a massive black blade, and charged toward Jiang Chen. This was his life-bound weapon—a flawless Sacred Weapon that radiated sanctified might, its icy gleam cutting through the void, seemingly capable of severing anything in its path.

Jiang Chen extended a single hand, reaching out to intercept Ye Tian's attack.

"How arrogant!" Ye Tian's eyes flashed with fury. For Jiang Chen to dare block his attack with mere physical force was a blatant insult. It was as if Jiang Chen didn't regard him as a threat at all.

"I'll make you pay for this!" Ye Tian roared internally, his divine power surging even higher.

The brilliant blade in his hand glinted like a full moon, slashing down with the speed of a falling star. It was a strike that could not be forgotten—a flash of death that lit up the ages.

*Clang!*

Jiang Chen casually reached out with one hand, effortlessly catching Ye Tian's massive blade. Ye Tian's eyes widened in disbelief. His attack had been caught so easily.

As Jiang Chen charged forward, Ye Tian felt a chill in his heart and instinctively tried to pull back his blade. His opponent's body could withstand his divine weapon with ease—if he continued like this, he'd only be at a disadvantage. Ye Tian knew his physical body couldn't compare to Jiang Chen's.

"It's too late!" Jiang Chen's terrifying strength held Ye Tian's blade firmly in place. His other hand formed a fist, glowing with a silver light like a falling meteor as he unleashed the Meteor Fist.

*Boom!*

A tremendous power erupted, blasting apart half of Ye Tian's body.

*Whoosh!*

Without hesitation, Ye Tian abandoned his weapon and quickly retreated. He had considered absorbing the weapon back into his body, but for some reason, an unknown force prevented it from fusing with him, leaving him with no choice but to let go.

"Think you can escape?" Jiang Chen moved even faster than Ye Tian, appearing before him almost as if he had been waiting there. His palm lashed out, landing a heavy slap across Ye Tian's face.

The sheer force of the blow was unimaginable, shattering Ye Tian's head into pieces. Blood sprayed across the sky, leaving a headless corpse standing in the void. Moments later, Ye Tian's body reformed, and he staggered backward, his face filled with horror.

"Annihilation Soul Technique!" Realizing that ordinary attacks wouldn't work against Jiang Chen, Ye Tian changed his strategy.

This was a forbidden soul technique from the Ye Family's imperial scriptures, designed specifically for attacking the soul. It was the same technique Ye Qing had once used against Jiang Chen.

Now Ye Tian unleashed it, his soul power surging like an ocean, each strand imbued with terrifying force, capable of destroying all in its path.

"Petty tricks!" Jiang Chen sneered, and a grand tower emerged from his brow, radiating a rich, noble purple glow as if it were the most precious artifact in existence.

This was a divine weapon forged from Immortal Purple Gold—a treasure that Jiang Chen had refined years ago, transforming it into his soul-guarding weapon, indestructible and impenetrable.

"An Immortal Purple Gold Tower!" Seeing the tower, Ye Tian's heart sank. Immortal Purple Gold was a rare material ideally suited for soul protection and countering soul attacks.

Even a piece the size of a fingertip could enhance an Emperor Weapon. But this tower—crafted entirely from Immortal Purple Gold—was a complete soul-guarding weapon.

*Boom!*

Ye Tian's soul attack struck the tower, but it merely trembled slightly before stabilizing. Seeing his attack fail, Ye Tian's heart sank further. With such a weapon protecting Jiang Chen, his soul attacks were useless, and in other aspects, he was no match for Jiang Chen either. This left him with no options.

And who on earth had the resources to craft a soul weapon entirely from Immortal Purple Gold? This level of extravagance was unheard of.

The surrounding crowd was equally stunned.

"This Holy Son of Primordial is ridiculously wealthy," muttered the Pure Yang Holy Son, his mouth twitching. "To use an entire piece of Immortal Purple Gold to refine a soul weapon—does the Primordial Holy Land not know the meaning of restraint?"

He had known the Primordial Holy Land was rich, but this was absurd. That was a whole block of Immortal Purple Gold! If divided, it could forge countless powerful Sacred Weapons.

"No wonder the Holy Son of Primordial is so confident. Even without an Emperor Weapon, he has a soul weapon forged entirely from Immortal Purple Gold!"

"This isn't just any Sacred Weapon; it's practically an Emperor Weapon in its early form, especially in terms of defensive capabilities. It's the ultimate counter to any soul attack!"

"Damn it, the Primordial Holy Land truly dotes on their Holy Son. To forge a weapon like this from such a massive piece of Immortal Purple Gold is beyond extravagant!"

Jealousy flared in the eyes of the onlookers. What kind of force was so wasteful that they would use an entire block of Immortal Purple Gold to forge a single soul weapon?

After all, Immortal God Metal was incredibly rare. Even a piece the size of a fingernail could fetch an astronomical price.

In fact, even immortal forces would have to meet strict conditions to obtain a small amount of Immortal God Metal for forging Sacred Weapons. Even Holy Masters wouldn't dare use it so freely.

And yet here was Jiang Chen, wielding a soul weapon crafted from an entire block of Immortal Purple Gold.

If they knew that the Primordial Holy Land possessed several more such weapons, they might very well faint from sheer indignation.