Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint remained unfazed, as if he had crushed not a cultivator's nascent soul, but an ant.

"Who exactly are you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle pricking the eardrums of everyone present, causing a sharp pain.

Those cultivators who had kept their distance covered their ears, and several with lower cultivation levels bled from all seven orifices and fell from mid-air.

Zi Ling's consciousness trembled in her mind, but the body under Ye Chen's control remained completely still.

He even tilted his head slightly, a casual smile playing on his lips.

"Are you here to avenge him?"

The voice was clear and crisp, like a gentle breeze brushing across a lake in spring, without a trace of tension or awe.

The Six Paths Saint narrowed his eyes.

He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen all sorts of people: the arrogant, the cautious, the treacherous, and the cowardly.

But I've never seen a Foundation Establishment cultivator show such an expression when facing a late Nascent Soul cultivator.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a powerful cultivator who could make the Chaotic Star Sea tremble with a stomp of his foot, but an insignificant passerby.

"revenge?"

The Six Paths Supreme Saint was so angry he laughed.

He sneered, casually brushing away the remaining black powder from his palm. "I'm just here to reclaim what he owes me. As for you—"

His gaze swept over the woman in purple, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"Since you were able to kill his possessing body, it means you're hiding quite a secret. I'm very interested in these secrets!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"so what?"

"so--"

The Six Paths Supreme Saint raised his hand and waved it.

A dark shadow shot out from his sleeve, as fast as a black lightning bolt, and rushed straight towards Ye Chen's face.

The dark shadow suddenly enlarged in mid-air, transforming into a three-foot-tall banner made entirely of white bones. The banner was as black as ink, embroidered with three ferocious ghost heads, each with a gaping maw, jagged fangs, and eerie green ghost flames burning in its eye sockets.

Three Gods Bone Flags.

As soon as this treasure appeared, the temperature within a radius of several miles suddenly dropped, a thin layer of frost formed on the sea surface, and a strong stench filled the air.

Those cultivators who kept their distance turned pale, and several of them turned and ran away immediately.

"Take it down!"

With a cold shout, the three ghost heads on the Three Gods White Bone Banner opened their mouths at the same time, emitting a piercing shriek.

Three black chains shot out from the ghost head and wrapped around Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's lips curled up.

He didn't extend another finger. Instead, his figure swayed, and his purple form moved like a fish among the chains, dodging left and right. The three chains grazed the hem of his clothes without touching a single piece of fabric.

Zi Ling's consciousness sighed softly in her mind: "Can't you be a little more ladylike? I'm a sect leader, after all..."

"A lady?"

As Ye Chen dodged the fourth chain, he chuckled, "Have you ever seen a lady fight?"

Before he finished speaking, he lightly touched a chain with his toes, and his whole body soared into the air, landing directly above the Three Gods' White Bone Banner.

He raised his right foot and stomped down hard.

"Watch me crush this tattered flag!"

The three ghost heads of the Three Gods White Bone Banner screamed as they looked up, and black energy surged from the banner's surface, trying to repel him.

The moment Ye Chen's foot landed, a burst of golden light exploded from the sole of his foot, like a small sun being pressed into the banner.

boom!

The golden light collided with the black mist, producing a deafening roar.

The Three Gods White Bone Banner trembled violently, cracks appeared on the white bone staff, ghostly flames flickered wildly in the eye sockets of the three ghost heads, and mournful howls emanated from their mouths.

But the banner wasn't crushed; instead, it suddenly shrank and transformed into a black light, flying towards the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

"Huh, it's pretty hard?"

Ye Chen landed back on the sea surface and patted off non-existent dust from her skirt.

Zi Ling sighed again: "Can't you be a little gentler? That's my body! You're hurting my feet!"

"Ahem, I'll be more careful next time!"

"..."

Zi Ling decided to ignore him.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint summoned back the Three Gods White Bone Banner. Looking at the cracks on the banner pole and the listless appearance of the three ghost heads, his face turned ashen.

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, "I'd like to see how many more moves you can withstand!"

Both hands were extended simultaneously.

Two dark figures pounced out from behind him at the same time, faster and more ferocious than the Three Gods White Bone Banner, carrying with them a sky full of black energy and a suffocating pressure.

Two corpses of the Empress Yuan.

The corpse on the left spread its arms, its ten sharp claws like ten steel knives, and grabbed at Ye Chen's face.

The reanimated corpse on the right let out a low growl, clenched its fists, and black corpse energy condensed on its fists into two huge hammerheads, which it smashed toward Ye Chen's chest.

Ye Chen's eyes lit up.

"This is interesting!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced and charged towards the refining corpse on his left.

He stretched out his right hand, lightly pinched, and grabbed the wrist of the mutated corpse. With the help of the force, he twisted it, and the entire mutated corpse was flung into the air, drawing an arc in the air before slamming it hard into the mutated corpse on the right.

boom!

The two necromancers collided, scattering black scales and green pus.

Ye Chen did not stop.

He rushed between the two corpses, punching with his left hand and kicking with his right, each blow landing squarely.

His left fist slammed into the chest of the corpse on the left, and golden light exploded on the fist. The corpse's sternum caved in, and it flew backward, skipping more than a dozen times on the sea surface, creating splashes.

With a right side kick, he struck the right-side ghoul in the waist. The ghoul flew out like a black cannonball, crashing into a distant reef. The reef shattered, and dust billowed everywhere.

Ye Chen withdrew his leg, stretched his wrist, and looked down at Zi Ling's fair and slender fists.

"You're a bit too weak; it won't be very effective in a fight."

Zi Ling's consciousness had gone numb: "How much strength do you expect me to exert, a mere Foundation Establishment stage female cultivator?"

"Too."

Ye Chen nodded and beckoned to the two refined corpses, "Get up, continue!"

Two corpses crawled out of the sea and the rocks, their scales mostly shattered, their flesh turned inside out, and green pus dripping down.

But the will-o'-the-wisps still burned in their eye sockets, and with a roar, they pounced again.

Ye Chen smiled.

"That's more like it!"

He charged forward again, punching the zombie on the left in the face. The zombie's head snapped back, and two fangs flew out.

Immediately following, an elbow strike landed on the chin of the right-hand ghoul, shattering its jawbone with a crack, and a stream of black corpse fluid gushed from its mouth.

He turned and delivered a spinning kick, his left foot sweeping across the waist of the corpse on his left, sending it flying.

Then, another knee strike landed on the abdomen of the right-side corpse, bending it into a shrimp-like shape.

Zi Ling watched as her body, under Ye Chen's control, became like a martial arts master skilled in combat, utterly defeating the two Nascent Soul stage corpses. Her feelings were complex.