Chapter 1970: The Qinghong Battle Armor

Boom!

Ye Yuan punched lightly, shattering a True God realm battle spirit into pieces.

Hindrance?

Not at all!

The battle spirits were too weak to pose any obstacle to him.

"Alas, we should have followed him. Against these battle spirits, body cultivators have too much of an advantage."

"Who says so? But it's too late now."

...

The Extreme Fortune group was full of regret, and Song Yu's face turned the color of pig liver.

Ye Yuan advanced as if on a leisurely stroll, too relaxed.

Soon, his position surpassed those teams that had set out earlier.

Those teams were still locked in bitter combat, moving very slowly.

"Stop the nonsense! If we don't move, the treasures will all be snatched!" Song Yu said irritably.

Those words woke everyone up, and the group charged into the army of battle spirits.

As each team pushed forward, they dispersed the battle spirit army, and everyone's pace quickened considerably.

Ye Yuan had started in the middle, but now he was at the forefront of the entire procession.

Wherever he passed, the other teams were astonished.

Of course, they were also envious.

Though body cultivation was arduous, at this moment it was undoubtedly the most useful.

"Hmm?"

Ye Yuan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over a nearby mound where a dozen or so skeletons lay scattered.

They seemed to be the remains of previous Chosen Ones.

Beings with the potential to become Heavenly Lords had died here in obscurity.

Ye Yuan turned and walked toward the mound.

"Eh, what is that body cultivator doing? Over there are quite a few True God realm battle spirits!"

Every move Ye Yuan made drew attention, and soon someone noticed his unusual action.

The battle spirits on the mound were clearly stronger, with many True God realm ones gathered.

But Ye Yuan didn't mind; most were at the First Layer of True God, posing little threat to him.

He would just go and shatter them with a punch.

Soon, Ye Yuan reached the dozen or so skeletons.

He swept his hand, gathering the storage rings scattered beside the bones.

These Chosen Ones were of noble birth and surely carried good things; Ye Yuan accepted them without ceremony.

Seeing this, the other teams were filled with envy.

No wonder they called him the Emperor's Fortune.

Wherever he went, he picked up treasures!

After collecting the rings, Ye Yuan raised his fist and blasted a large pit into the mound.

Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, he rolled the skeletons into it.

"You poor souls, may you rest in peace."

Ye Yuan sighed and buried the bones.

Suddenly, his mind stirred; he detected a faint aura.

"These Chosen Ones knew it was dangerous here, yet they all came running. Something's off!" Ye Yuan thought.

His gaze fixed on the top of the mound.

Though countless battle spirits blocked the view.

"Hmm? What does he want to do?"

Everyone was puzzled by Ye Yuan's actions.

The higher he went, the stronger the battle spirits became.

Wasn't Ye Yuan courting death by going higher?

Up there were powerful battle spirits at the Second Layer of True God!

Could his defense withstand even a Second Layer True God battle spirit?

But Ye Yuan went up anyway.

Higher up, there were more and more First Layer True God battle spirits, but Ye Yuan didn't care; he punched them one by one, making them howl.

The Chosen Ones below watched, dumbfounded.

Was his strength really that formidable?

Dealing with a single First Layer True God battle spirit was easy for them.

But a group of True God realm battle spirits put immense pressure on them.

Yet Ye Yuan acted as if nothing was wrong.

Ye Yuan's attention wasn't on the battle spirits at all; his eyes scanned around, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

In the dirt, an unremarkable piece of armor caught his attention.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Just then, three battle spirits suddenly appeared before him, blocking his way.

Ye Yuan looked at the three battle spirits and said with a faint smile, "You have cultivated with difficulty. Do you wish to vanish into thin air?"

The three battle spirits were unmoved; they roared and charged at Ye Yuan.

These three battle spirits were actually at the Second Layer of True God.

Along with them, over a dozen First Layer True God battle spirits also rushed forward.

In the distance, Song Yu saw this and was overjoyed.

"Die! Die! Keep showing off! Three Second Layer True God battle spirits—let's see how you withstand them!"

Roar!

A dragon's cry soared into the sky, and the three Second Layer True God battle spirits...

A large swath of battle spirits perished instantly.

Then, Ye Yuan retrieved the unremarkable armor from the pile of dirt.

"S-so strong! I never thought his strength was this great! Those were three Second Layer True God battle spirits, and he scattered them just like that."

"Eh, what's that thing in his hand? It looks tattered."

...

Just then, the armor trembled slightly, and the dust on it was shaken off.

A powerful aura suddenly manifested before everyone.

The armor seemed to emit a joyful hum.

Song Yu's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "This fluctuation... could it be... a Heavenly Lord Spiritual Treasure?"

Swish!

The armor turned into a stream of light, wrapping around Ye Yuan's body.

Ye Yuan's eyes brightened, and he laughed, "Qinghong Battle Armor! Not bad, not bad! A good item! No wonder those Chosen Ones risked danger to climb this mound."

This armor, named Qinghong, was indeed a Heavenly Lord Spiritual Treasure.

Everyone looked at Ye Yuan with extreme envy.

In this Ancient God Battlefield, treasures were everywhere; it all depended on whether you had the fortune to obtain them.

No one expected Ye Yuan to so easily acquire a Heavenly Lord Spiritual Treasure!

At that moment, several First Layer True God battle spirits recklessly charged at Ye Yuan again.

Suddenly, a burst of cyan light erupted from Ye Yuan's body.

Boom, boom, boom!

Those battle spirits were directly blasted into dust by the cyan light.

Ye Yuan hadn't even actively activated it, yet it possessed such terrifying power.

Having been hidden away and now seeing the light of day, the Qinghong Battle Armor seemed eager to show off, actively demonstrating its might.

The others were stunned, their mouths agape.

Was his luck really that heaven-defying?

If that armor were on them, they would be unstoppable!

But unfortunately, it belonged to Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan smiled slightly, moved, and descended the mound.

Along the way, the battle spirits dared not approach him at all.

With the Qinghong Battle Armor, he could now advance with even less effort.

The others could only watch with envy.

But they dared not relax in the slightest.

Continuing forward, Ye Yuan casually picked up quite a few True God Mystic Treasures by the roadside.

Since he was at the front, no one could keep up with his pace.

The Chosen Ones were so furious they could spit blood, but there was nothing they could do.