Eternal Holy Emperor
Chapter 687 - 631: Drunken Collapse The Third Update

Chapter 687: Chapter 631: Drunken Collapse The Third Update

Under the Night Moon, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor was drinking and singing, boasting wildly.

"You’re drunk," Ye Chen said, squinting his eyes.

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor immediately stood up, but midway his entire body toppled over, reeking of alcohol, he huffed, "What drunk? You have no idea how good Lord Dragon’s alcohol tolerance is. Back when I roamed the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms with pride, let alone Taichu Divine Wine, even Yaochi’s Peach Wine was but a drop in the bucket for me. How could I possibly be drunk?"

Ye Chen burst into laughter with disdain, "You, an old drunkard, have had Yaochi’s Peach Wine? You must be joking!"

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor got angry, with a burp he exhaled a breath of alcohol and angrily said, "Joking? Back in the day, how majestic and carefree was Lord Dragon! The beauties of Yaochi would come forward to greet me, calling me ’son-in-law’ and fawning over me. What a delight. Even the Yaochi Palace Master would cling to me. My, surrounded by beauties... And you, lad, are probably still a virgin. How about this, Lord Dragon takes you to the Yaochi Sacred Land, the place with the most beauties, and finds you a pretty Daoist couple, so you can understand the delight of a woman."

Boom—

Ye Chen had already slapped him, and the Thief Dragon flew out with a bang, but quickly got up and flew onto the eaves of the pavilion, planting all fours on the ground, puffing out his chest arrogantly, and howled at the bright moon above:

"Awoo—

With one howl from the great one, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths shall tremble.

With two howls, even the True King Supreme will retreat.

With three howls, all the world’s beauties shall come to accompany.

With four howls, all the Sacred Lands shall rise and fall.

With five howls, I dare tell the Alien Races to roll back home.

Awoo—"

Deep in the night, a wolf howl rang out, waking who knows how many within the Holy Land, with curses abounding, chickens flying and dogs leaping, and some even cursed, "That damned old lush, wailing like a banshee again, as if people are trying to sleep or something."

"Quick, close the curtains, lest that damned dragon peeks at our ladies bathing again."

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, completely drunk, fell asleep with heavy snoring like thunder, and not long after, Ye Chen also hugged his wine jar and passed out.

Having lived two lifetimes and cultivated for many years, to see an old friend again, even if it was a mischievous dragon friend, Ye Chen was very happy. He boldly succumbed to drunkenness, not using his mana to dispel the drunkenness, and fell into a deep sleep.

For him, such indulgence was rare, a momentary escape from a thousand worries.

The next morning, he felt something odd, especially on his bare arm which was being grasped. Barely opening his eyes, he saw the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, that lecherous Thief Dragon, with eyes shining, muttering, "This should be the best part. The little moon, possessing Combat Saint Body and imbued with Dragon Origin, tsk tsk, I can even sense the qualities of the Nine Tribulations Gold. How many treasures has he refined within his body? He’s practically a humanoid great medicine. It would be a disservice to myself not to let out some Holy Blood for reward. Oh well, later I’ll have someone make some ginseng soup to replenish his blood, as compensation."

Having said that, the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor opened its gaping mouth filled with sharp white teeth, ready to bite down hard.

But in that moment, Ye Chen woke up and swiftly withdrew his arm, and the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor bit down so hard that its teeth clacked together, uttering a muffled groan as all his teeth nearly shattered from the pain, his mouth sore and agonized, "Dragon Lady’s mercy, that really hurts, where did that arm go? Hey, little moon, you’re awake. What are you staring at me for? What, you think I was trying to drain your blood? Nonsense, I was just testing the toughness of the Combat Saint Body, and indeed it is tremendously tough. If it’s all good, then so be it, goodbye, oh, let’s not meet again."

Whoosh—

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor flew away as fast as a flash, transforming into a line of light, incredibly quick.

But Ye Chen wasn’t slow either; with a whoosh, he used the Traversing Secret Technique to give chase, sticking close behind him.

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor howled, startling countless people as he yelled, "Little moon, why are you chasing me if you’ve got nothing else to do?"

Ye Chen pursued relentlessly, saying, "If you’ve done nothing wrong, why are you running? Are you feeling guilty about something?"

"Of course not," the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor replied, his eyes rolling deviously—clearly the spitting image of someone with a guilty conscience—and said, "I’m just old and wanted to run a bit to move my muscles. What about you?"

"No reason, just that I want to chase you, that’s all," Ye Chen responded.

"Damn!"

The Taichu Sacred Land, with the Taichu Secret Realm as its source, was a vast Holy Land opened by the Taichu Ancestor using Ancient Great Power techniques, forming another world within it, spanning tens of thousands of miles—immensely vast.

Within the Holy Land, eight hundred Divine Islands spanned the sky, the Heavenly Palace floated in and out of view, and one Immortal Mountain after another stood tall, with silver waterfalls cascading down, thundering mightily—a picture of tranquility everywhere.

And here, where nature showed its favor, the land bore several Ancestor Veins, and nature’s spiritual energy was much more abundant than outside, making it a rare Cultivation Holy Land, with clouds billowing and mists curling, truly deserving of the title Supreme Sacred Land.

However, at this moment, a dragon and a man were causing a sensation as they chased each other across the vast Taichu Sacred Land, drawing the attention of countless people.

"Isn’t that the damn, good-for-nothing dragon? Why is it running away? Who’s that behind it?"

Many who saw the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor couldn’t help but feel their teeth itch. Clearly, this dragon had left a very bad impression in their hearts, with its string of misdeeds.

And the young man behind it, when everyone had a clear look, they were all stunned. Wasn’t that the Combat Saint King who had made his name known throughout the world?

Why was he chasing after that troublesome dragon again?

One had to admit, the speed of that Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor was not ordinary at all. Ye Chen had already mastered the ultimate speed under the heavens and could be called the number one in terms of speed among the Saintly Treasures, but this Thief Dragon’s speed was also shockingly fast. Like a bolt of lightning, it shot across the sky, and even a Saint witnessing this might suffer a headache, indeed finding it difficult to catch up.

Ye Chen finally understood why this Thief Dragon, with its list of evils, could still move about so freely in the Taichu Sacred Land—the reason was this speed alone, which allowed it to strut proudly.

But who was Ye Chen? Pushing his speed to the limit, his whole body shone brilliantly, glittering with surging golden light, almost as if turning into a dazzling golden streak across the world. He even brought the Traversing Secret Technique, created by the Primordial Supreme, to its utmost limit. Layers of illusory worlds appeared in front of him, surpassing the ordinary and the rational, and in an instant, his speed increased massively.

"What, how can this kid be so fast?" The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor was shocked, but in the next moment, Ye Chen was already upon him. Without a word, a crystal clear, jade-like Shaking Heaven Hand slammed down.

Boom—

The Thief Dragon was sent flying, tumbling across the ground. Ye Chen landed in front of him and said, "Tell me, why are you running? If you don’t come clean, I’ll suppress you for a hundred thousand years."

"I just placed a talisman on you," the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor confessed honestly.

"What kind of talisman?"

"The ’See-Everything’ talisman."

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