Shen Rong was blasted away, blood spraying wildly. His entire body was sent flying through the starry sky, crashing into the ancient continent torn open below, smashing through desolate mountains and worsening the fissures.
Many were dumbstruck, staring at Qian in the starry void. He too had ten divine halos manifesting around him, appearing even more extraordinary. They condensed into a single divine halo, overflowing with immortal aura that submerged his form, causing every inch of his body to glow, making him appear like a peerless Immortal King.
He was matchless, overlooking the vast starry expanse from a commanding height.
The Tenth Heaven! Yet another Tenth Heaven!
Qian was also at the Tenth Heaven, and he seemed even more remarkable.
Boom—
Below, the ancient continent shattered as a demonic figure shot up into the sky.
It was Shen Rong, blood at the corner of his mouth, which he didn't wipe away. He merely looked at Ye Chen with a chilling gaze. "I didn't expect you to break through the shackles of the laws and manifest the Tenth Heaven. You truly surprise me."
Ye Chen remained silent. This was an ability he gained after breaking through to the Divine Soul Realm and condensing his Battle Saint Soul. Although he couldn't completely break the shackles binding his own body, he could temporarily revive his own Great Dao laws, displaying his peak, invincible form.
There was a time limit, but it was enough.
"Heh, you just caught me off guard. Don't think it's anything special. You've excited me, piqued my interest. Let's see just how capable a young generation's supreme who achieved the Tenth Heaven in this era really is. I hope you don't disappoint me too much."
"You will lose."
Ye Chen spoke calmly, as if stating a simple, undeniable fact.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. Qian was indeed forceful beyond imagination, meeting force with force.
"Hahaha…"
Shen Rong laughed wildly, his hair flying, arrogant and filled with coldness as he glared at Ye Chen.
Beneath him, the Divine Tiger raised its head and roared, its tiger roar shaking the Eighty-First Pass cosmic secret realm, echoing outwards.
If not for the infinite distance separating them, Saints would have felt their heads splitting, as if about to explode.
This was a terrifying Saint Beast King, at the Samsara level. Paired with the invincible Shen Rong, they formed the mightiest knight between heaven and earth.
Boom—
Shen Rong attacked again. The Tenth Heaven manifested on his body, resonating with ten suns, drawing upon eternal divine radiance to empower himself, an endless process.
"Kill!"
He roared, his aura swallowing the starry river. The starry sky trembled for him. Man and mount charged forth, incredibly fast and equally terrifying, unavoidable like a crashing star.
Ye Chen also let out a Dao shout. The Tenth Heaven manifested, also drawing upon the immortal radiance of ten suns. He unleashed his supreme golden blood energy and charged forth on the Purple Qilin.
Heaven-Summoning Art!
A vast, illusory image of the heavens appeared behind him, carrying the might of the heavens as it surged forward, inundating heaven and earth.
Clang!
Shen Rong's entire charge was blocked, halted in place. The black battle armor covering his body clanged and sparked, enduring an unparalleled attack, the clanging sounds unceasing.
That space of void completely collapsed, unable to withstand the force. In the sky, massive star fragments as large as mountains were blasted apart by the residual power.
A supreme technique, absolutely capable of suppressing and killing a Samsara-level supreme powerhouse—the ultimate method of an Imperial Son-level supreme genius.
Yet, facing such a peerless assault, Shen Rong was unharmed. He stood there with his Divine Tiger, surrounded by the Tenth Heaven, all attacks blocked.
Truly a terrifying Imperial Son.
But facing such an Imperial Son-level figure, when had Ye Chen ever truly been careless? The Purple Qilin galloped, having been taught the Boundary-Traversing Secret Art by Ye Chen, allowing it to execute its ultimate mysteries in its lifetime, fast as a bolt of lightning, traversing the starry sky.
Not to mention others, even supreme powerhouses found it difficult to track the trajectory of man and mount.
Ye Chen's magical power surged to the heavens. He activated the Heaven-Summoning Art once more, but this time not to summon the illusory heavens, but to summon the myriad stars in the starry sky.
Naturally, even someone as powerful as a Heavenly King would find it difficult to summon stars. However, Ye Chen summoned shattered star fragments, nurtured within the Emperor Realm and tainted with the blood of Divine Spirits, containing corrosive power, bloodthirsty aura, and curse energy, which he summoned in great quantities.
Boom—
A vast number of star fragments from the firmament were summoned, transforming into a magnificent, spectacular meteor shower that bombarded Shen Rong comprehensively.
Facing such a terrifying assault, even Shen Rong dared not be careless. He was about to ride his Divine Tiger sideways to evade.
But Ye Chen had more methods. The Heaven-Suppressing Seal struck out.
This was the only divine ability among the three great moves of the Battle Saint Art that could perfectly combine with divine power. Imprinted with the divine Great Dao traces of the Battle Saint lineage, it evolved into a pagoda, like the thirty-three-layer Human Sovereign Pagoda, suppressing downwards from the sky, imprisoning Shen Rong and his Divine Tiger.
Even someone as powerful as Shen Rong couldn't break free in a short time. Countless runic Dao marks from the Heaven-Suppressing Seal covered him, along with golden, gleaming chains of order binding him, impossible to break.
This series of moves was completed in the blink of an eye, all targeting Shen Rong.
Boom boom boom—
Countless star fragments tainted with Divine Spirit blood bombarded down, wantonly impacting Shen Rong, who was imprisoned by the Heaven-Suppressing Seal in that void space. Infinite destructive light exploded, brilliant divine radiance flashing within the final secret realm of the Eighty-First Pass, threatening to shatter it completely.
Everyone felt their scalps go numb. Such methods could be called peerless and venerable, capable of easily sweeping away all great enemies.
Qian was truly supreme and invincible!
In the distant starry sky, a blue sky jade carriage silently appeared. Five Ancient Saint-level Azure Divine Tigers were reduced to carriage-pulling beasts, guarded by four terrifying ancient recluses at the peak of the Saint Treasury Realm. Within sat a supremely powerful figure—Di Wuming!
His aura was hazy, his Great Dao aura surging, appearing increasingly unfathomable. He did not descend but instead gazed towards the Imperial Son clash within the Eighty-First Pass.
Within his eyes were terrifying scenes of stars shattering and worlds being created.
Elsewhere in the distant starry sky, a massive divine ship appeared, perfectly concealed within the void.
Vaguely, many powerful auras could be sensed, none weaker than a Saint, with over a dozen auras powerful enough to rival supreme powerhouses. If this spread, it would surely shock the world, as the number of supreme powerhouses among the three great clans of the Ancient Emperor Continent was only about this many on the surface. Now, so many had appeared at once.
Upon careful investigation, one could sense sealing fluctuations on the bodies of these dozen or so supreme powerhouses. Clearly, they had sealed their true cultivation, yet reached the power level of supreme powerhouses. Evidently, before sealing themselves, they were extremely powerful—Heavenly Kings.
If Ye Chen were here, he would certainly recognize this divine ship—it was the Great Power-level divine ship from the Ancient God Continent.
The experts on the divine ship all looked towards the great battle in the starry sky, especially the three leaders—the three Heavenly Kings of the Ancient God Palace—their gazes filled with cold light.
"It's the Battle Saint King. He's actually still alive, with such great luck. Moreover, in just a few months, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. This youth is too terrifying."
Seeing this scene, they recalled how they had attacked the Battle Saint King together a few months ago, nearly causing his death and Dao dissipation. Now, a sense of dread surfaced within them, along with killing intent. If given the chance, they must kill the Battle Saint King, or he would absolutely be a fatal threat.
Shen Rong was enduring the frenzied bombardment of star fragments summoned by the Heaven-Summoning Art. Boundless destructive power poured down, overwhelming. Even someone as powerful as Shen Rong couldn't emerge unscathed. Cracks appeared on his black battle armor, on the verge of complete disintegration.
The Divine Tiger beneath him fared even worse, unable to bear it. Finally, with a mournful roar, it was shattered.
Shen Rong also coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, staining his armor red, completely at a disadvantage. It was astonishing—Qian had actually wounded Shen Rong.
But Ye Chen did not stop. A heavenly bow appeared in his hand, along with golden Saint arrows. He drew the bow to a full moon repeatedly, shooting out rainbow-like divine arrows that transformed into divine light dragons, streaking across the sky to strike.
Boom boom boom—
That area of starry sky continuously exploded, heaven shook and earth trembled, the ancient continent quaked. Shen Rong kept coughing blood, his armor shattering in many places, numerous wounds appearing on his body, severely attacked.
Yet, Ye Chen took advantage of his weakness to claim his life, never stopping. A Great Dao Treasure Vessel appeared, spewing out world-destroying beams of light.
An illusory Blood Realm descended, also enveloping the area, continuously assaulting.
Ye Chen even executed the Four Extremities Connecting to Sage Style. The four great Saint Spirits—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise—emerged, attacking with the power of the four great origins.
The terrifying frenzied bombardment made everyone's scalps go numb. Even the casually scattered power was enough to kill a Saint Lord and injure a supreme powerhouse. It was unimaginable what kind of attack Shen Rong was enduring within.
"Ah!"
Shen Rong roared, like a demon god. With a violent, forceful shake, he blasted open the Heaven-Suppressing Seal. The Tenth Heaven also struck out, unleashing ten divine rays that annihilated everything, allowing him to break free.
At this moment, he was utterly disheveled. The black crystalline armor that had covered his body was more than half destroyed, his entire body covered in blood. Several areas were a bloody mess, bones visible. Beneath the armor, half his body was shattered, flesh and bone mixed together.
He was no longer the heroic, peerless figure from before. This was likely the first time in his life Shen Rong had suffered such a severe blow, being suppressed and beaten, sustaining such injuries.
In truth, the injuries weren't that severe. After all, at this level, especially as an Imperial Son mastering Emperor secret arts, even being smashed to pieces wouldn't necessarily mean death. Such injuries could be quickly repaired, not much inferior to a Divine King's revival art.
However, compared to physical injuries, the psychological blow was the most damaging.
He had come forcefully to crush Ye Chen, but instead, he was the one being suppressed and beaten. How could he endure such a blow?
Whether in the present era or during the glorious years of the Mythical Era, he had never suffered such a setback.
Even when facing other Imperial Sons, fighting to a draw, he had never fallen to this state.
If he didn't teach the other a lesson, the world would look down on him. Other supreme offspring emerging would despise him. This was unacceptable.
"Qian, Battle Saint King, today you must die!"
Shen Rong nearly roared these words, killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Ye Chen crooked a finger. "Come. I'll take your head, tread upon your corpse, and walk my invincible path!"