"Battle Saint King, cast aside all external forces! Dare you face me in a direct battle!"
The sudden declaration of war from Ying Chen, the young True King of the Ying Imperial Clan, immediately stirred the starry sky.
The powerhouses who had thought the great battle concluded did not leave immediately. Instead, they watched the two figures in the center of the starry battlefield with keen interest.
One was the currently ascendant Battle Saint King, who had always crushed his way forward, forcefully suppressing all enemies in the world—a great demonic figure daring to challenge even imperial clans.
The other was the Immortal True King of the most ancient imperial clan, who had attained the Heavenly King realm many years ago. His cultivation was extraordinary, far surpassing ordinary Heavenly Kings, and he was a future authority figure of the Ying Imperial Clan.
Both were pinnacle existences of the younger generation. A clash between them was bound to be infinitely spectacular.
However, in the eyes of the Great Powers of the myriad heavens, while the Battle Saint King was undoubtedly powerful, most had only ever seen him utilize external forces like world origin power, faith power, and wish power to battle ancient Great Sages. His true combat prowess was rarely witnessed.
In a genuine battle between the two, who was stronger and who weaker was another matter entirely. Many even favored the imperial clan's True King, Ying Chen.
The Ying Imperial Clan did not intervene. Ying Gu also watched coldly from the sidelines.
Because in all previous great battles, the Battle Saint King's fearsomeness stemmed from his use of external forces. In a contest of true cultivation, he might not be that formidable. It was even highly possible that the Battle Saint King would be crushed by Ying Chen.
They hoped to erase the previous humiliation through this battle, hence their tacit approval.
"Battle me?"
Ye Chen suddenly laughed, but it was a laugh filled with coldness and a condescending, lofty disdain. "If a young generation's supreme were to come, a great battle would be possible. But you—"
He did not finish his sentence, yet everyone could hear the utter contempt in his tone.
Even the Great Powers of the myriad heavens couldn't help but frown. The Battle Saint King was far too arrogant.
"You—!" Ying Chen's face turned ashen. He was an invincible True King who had attained the Heavenly King realm, having looked down upon his peers for years. He had always been the one to look down on others. Never had anyone dared to regard him with such disdain. This was a profound humiliation.
"Very well! It is said the Battle Saint King is domineering. Seeing him today, he is not only domineering but also arrogant and overbearing! Today, this king shall see if you have the strength to look down on others!"
His Immortal King Crown sat upon his head, his thick, dense hair flying wildly. His eyes were cold enough to freeze a thousand li. He strode forward, stepping upon the void. Each footfall shook heaven and earth, causing the Great Dao to hum and boiling killing intent to surge.
"What Tenfold Heavens young generation's supreme? In this king's eyes, it is all illusory." His words were icy and deathly still, cold enough to freeze the blood within the veins of the assembled powerhouses, shocking them with his supremely powerful cultivation.
Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair loose, unmoving like a mountain, appearing utterly calm. He showed no true battle stance, merely saying, "Make your move."
This pushed Ying Chen's rage to its peak. His blood energy boiled throughout his body, and within him surged the potent Emperor's bloodline. Though not as pure as an Imperial Son's, he was a True King, and the purity of his bloodline could absolutely rival the third generation. Instantly, he elevated his combat power to its zenith. His black hair danced wildly as he strode forth to attack.
Boom—
As Ying Chen took his great strides, his terrifying aspect was fully revealed. Nine colossal, towering phantoms suddenly appeared around him, propping up the heavens and suppressing the myriad realms.
There was a True Dragon, a Divine Phoenix, a Golden Lion, a Hellhound with three heads... One divine form after another manifested. Nine Great Divine Forms appeared in total, each one the form of a supreme holy spirit.
The manifestation of the Nine Great Divine Forms immediately shook heaven and earth, causing the starry sky to tremble and crack, on the verge of shattering. It drew forth surging streams of Great Dao essence from the world, pouring down like waterfalls to inundate Ying Chen's divine body.
With just this opening move, Ying Chen displayed his supreme divine ability. His aura was peerless, sweeping out to blanket the skies, making it seem as if the myriad heavens would completely shatter and everything would be pulverized.
This was the current Ying Chen, possessing the most peerless might in every gesture.
Especially his body—every inch of it erupted with the most vast and blazing radiance, seeking to annihilate all existence.
He strode forward, blood energy soaring to pierce the heavens, exploding through the myriad realms like a peerless deity descending to the mortal world. The Nine Great Divine Forms around him were nearly fully materialized, solid and menacing as they glared at Ye Chen.
"I have heard the Battle Sacred Body's physical form is peerless in the world. But the blood flowing within my veins is the noblest, most powerful Emperor's bloodline! I wish to see what the Sacred Body has to be proud of!"
Ying Chen naturally knew of the Battle Sacred Body's generation-surpassing peerlessness, but he firmly believed he was inferior to none. Even in terms of physical body, he was not weaker than the Battle Sacred Body. He intended to clash on this very aspect and make the Battle Sacred Body suffer a miserable defeat.
Boom—
Ying Chen's blood energy shattered the heavens, piercing through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. His charge now was even more terrifying. He strode forward, causing the myriad stars to shake and fall, all rushing toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's expression remained indifferent. He strode forward, his posture as domineering as ever, looking down from a commanding height, disdainful of all. As usual, he swung his Immortal Saint Fist, but it now bloomed with peerless golden radiance. Between his fist and palm surged the extremely fearsome blood energy of the Sacred Body, boiling like a contained golden sun, erupting with the most brilliant light.
With a thunderous roar, the Immortal Saint Fist was accompanied by ancient Chaos Qi, its might suppressing the Nine Heavens, shaking the six directions and eight wildernesses. Vast golden light swept out in all directions, its aura devouring the myriad realms!
This was the Battle Saint's peerless sacred fist—not a simple punch, but a war fist containing the invincible will of this lineage, suppressing the heavens.
Though Ye Chen looked down upon his opponent, he also mobilized his truly peerless, great power.
"Kill!"
Ying Chen roared, elevating his essence, energy, and spirit to their utmost limits, reaching the pinnacle of power. The starry sky crumbled around him, endless divine light shone forth to shatter the heavens, tearing through tens of thousands of li of sky as he struck out horizontally.
"What Battle Sacred Body? Beneath me, all is mere dust!"
Ying Chen roared, seeking to prove his own invincibility, to overpower all peers across the myriad domains, and achieve the future throne of the Human Sovereign.
Boom—
The two sides collided massively. This strike was absolutely earth-shattering. The Immortal Saint Fist and the Nine Great Divine Forms collided solidly. Terrifying, colossal beams of light shattered the heavens, tore through the vast starry sky, pulverized everything, and spread across the six directions and eight wildernesses. The power of destruction erupted and rippled out.
Whoosh—
Accompanied by the manifestation of destructive light beams, the void was continuously torn open by thick spatial rifts, rippling out for a hundred thousand li as if to split heaven and earth apart, causing the Great Powers of the myriad heavens to reveal looks of shock and doubt.
Boom—
At the center of the collision, surging blood light rippled and soared skyward, vast and mighty. Within it, a figure was sent flying backward at high speed.
"Why!?"
The figure roared, filled with unwillingness, black hair disheveled, the Immortal King Crown torn apart. It was none other than Ying Chen.
He had lost!