"Everything that needed to be learned has been learned. Now it's time to deal with you."
Ye Chen's aura became vast and unfathomable, his figure hazy and indistinct. Primordial Chaos Qi surged and swirled around him, concealing his form as if a Chaos Deity had descended to the mortal realm.
At this moment, he became even more terrifying and inscrutable, mysterious and transcendent. His gaze was as deep as the sea. Standing at the highest point of the heavens, he seemed like the master of the entire starry sky, causing everyone's expressions to change.
"It's Primordial Chaos Qi! He can actually control it!?"
Within the Heavenly Heart Hall, all the powerhouses were astounded. Everyone knew the transcendent nature of chaos and how difficult it was to master, even for someone as powerful as a Heavenly King. Yet the Battle Saint King could actually control it.
Only a small number of people knew of Ye Chen's various experiences in the Ancient Emperor Realm; most were unaware, and what they knew was largely limited to his past deeds.
Heavenly King Hei Gong's expression changed drastically, becoming far more solemn than ever before.
Although everyone knew this Battle Saint King was truly fearsome—reaching the Heavenly King realm at such a young age, capable of battling him, and being the inheritor of the invincible Battle Saint lineage—it had already exceeded his expectations. He simply hadn't imagined that Ye Chen still had other shocking trump cards yet to be revealed.
Chaos was the origin of all Daos, a power difficult to master. Yet this young junior had mastered it, making him far more troublesome than imagined.
Boom—
Ye Chen strode forward with the majesty of a dragon and tiger, as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard, relaxed and natural. Yet each step covered a distance unimaginably vast to ordinary people. Seemingly slow yet actually fast, he pierced through the sky and directly descended before Heavenly King Hei Gong. Primordial Chaos Qi surged as an indestructible sacred fist, entwined with the Chaos Qi, shot straight out.
This fist tore through heaven and earth, like a world-destroying divine fist, unstoppable.
The annihilating aura contained within the fist caused Heavenly King Hei Gong's expression to change so drastically for the first time, giving him a sense of terrifying life-and-death crisis he hadn't experienced in who knew how many years.
The last time he felt such a crisis was probably over a thousand years ago, when he was confronting a mortal enemy in a decisive battle. Yet now, a young junior was giving him this same sense of peril.
"Dark Heavenly Palace!"
How dare Heavenly King Hei Gong be negligent? His brow radiated light as a massive, pitch-black palace appeared, far larger than any mountain peak, grand and magnificent. Powerful Heavenly King-level Dao marks swirled upon it, and dark, black radiance shimmered, showing its extraordinary nature.
This was forged from the rare Heavenly King-grade divine material, Sinister Black Silver, and was the Heavenly King battle weapon he had refined anew after reaching the Heavenly King realm. At this moment, it fully awakened to block before him.
Boom—
The Chaos fist descended with a thunderous crash, obliterating a vast expanse of the Starry Land and shattering the sky.
Although the Dark Heavenly Palace had awakened, entwined with boundless black radiance, at this moment that radiance was nearly scattered apart. The palace itself was almost blasted open, sent flying backward, directly smashing several stars in the starry sky into the most brilliant fireworks, igniting the dark void.
This shocked Heavenly King Hei Gong. He was called Heavenly King Hei Gong not just because of his name, but also because of this Dark Heavenly Palace—a supreme defensive and sealing battle weapon. He had once used it to seal away a genuine Heavenly King realm figure. He never imagined that today it would be the reverse, nearly pierced through. This was a scene difficult to imagine under normal circumstances.
This Battle Saint King was too monstrous.
Ye Chen showed slight surprise. He hadn't expected this Dark Heavenly Palace to be so extraordinary, capable of withstanding his Chaos fist. Otherwise, he believed an ordinary Heavenly King Dao weapon would have been pierced through.
But this was just the beginning. There was still plenty of time. Ye Chen continued striding forward with dragon-tiger majesty, his body wreathed in Primordial Chaos Qi. Vaguely, it seemed as if Heaven and Earth Creation was occurring, with illusory great worlds being opened, like a World-Creating Deity. His methods were astonishing, leaving all the younger generation in the Heavenly Heart Hall far behind, perhaps never reaching this step in their entire lives.
Many young geniuses, though aspiring to the Human Sovereign's path, understood their hopes were slim. Even whether they could successfully cross Samsara to achieve Heavenly King was a heavenly barrier blocking their advance, fraught with life-and-death peril.
Yet the invincible Battle Saint King had long reached this step and was advancing triumphantly, confronting veteran powerhouses within the Heavenly King realm.
Being born in the same era as such a figure destined one only to look up in admiration, unable to walk side by side.
The great battle continued, but the Battle Saint King seemed like a transformed person. No longer in a defensive state, he took the initiative to attack, forceful and domineering, his methods astonishing. Every move and gesture contained overwhelming destructive power, mighty beyond imagination.
Although Heavenly King Hei Gong was powerful and mastered various formidable divine abilities of the Ye Family, the situation was completely reversed. To a certain extent, he was completely suppressed, finding it difficult to struggle, placed at a disadvantage.
Everyone could see that the Battle Saint King was peerless and matchless, fearing no attack. With chaos surging, he possessed an absolute advantage, capable of neutralizing all assaults while also unleashing various divine abilities—some he had mastered, others learned from observing the Ye Family.
Even in close-quarters combat, the advantages of the invincible Battle Sacred Body were displayed without reservation—impervious to all laws, shattering every offensive. Even though Heavenly King Hei Gong was a veteran Heavenly King with immensely rich combat experience, before the Battle Saint King who had manifested chaos, he was placed at a disadvantage.
This scene deeply shocked everyone present. They all knew of the Battle Saint King's peerless might, but they had never imagined he was powerful to this extent.
The Ye Family powerhouses all changed expressions. Could it be that even Heavenly King Hei Gong seemed unable to match him?
Heavenly King Hei Gong's figure flew back, his expression filled with astonishment. In a Heavenly King confrontation, being placed at such a disadvantage was rare in his lifetime.
One must know he was no ordinary Heavenly King, but a top-tier powerhouse within the Heavenly King realm. He had always forcefully crushed other Heavenly Kings. When had he ever been in such a sorry state? It was unimaginable.
Boom—
The starry sky ahead collapsed once more, with chaos giving birth to destruction annihilating everything.
Heavenly King Hei Gong, his expression horrified, immediately retreated thousands upon thousands of miles away, all just to evade the Battle Saint King's attacks.
One could say this was a situation never encountered before. Since beginning his cultivation, he had displayed sufficiently fearsome talent and cultivation, consistently advancing triumphantly, surpassing countless peers of his generation, ultimately reaching the Heavenly King realm, revered by countless people.
Even within the entire vast imperial clan, he was a highly prestigious ancestor-level figure, always lofty and exalted. But now, he was reduced to the pitiful state of needing to flee, quite pitiful.
Unfortunately, this humiliation was something he alone had to bear.
"You, honored as a Heavenly King, dare not battle me?"
From the distant sky, Ye Chen spoke coldly, a trace of faint disdain in his voice, looking down from a commanding height, gazing contemptuously into the past.