The True King of the Imperial Clan, Ying Chen, was defeated!
His figure was sent flying backward, blood continuously spraying out, occasionally exploding into clouds of blood mist that lingered and spread.
Wherever he passed, the starry sky was constantly torn open by massive fissures, extending for dozens or even hundreds of miles. These were the residual shockwaves from the previous clash, a testament to the terrifying force he had just endured.
Pfft—
Blood continued to gush from Ying Chen's body, staining the starry void. His entire physique dimmed, and crimson cracks spread incessantly, crisscrossing his entire form.
Even his colliding hands had exploded, blood and bone reduced to dust. Within them, the Emperor's bloodline emitted a faint, radiant glow, shimmering with mysterious power.
Ying Chen was defeated. Mighty as he was—having achieved the Immortal True King realm earlier than the Sun God, Yuan Yao Divine King, Primordial Demon God, and others, a powerful contender for the Human Emperor Throne in the future—he never expected to be utterly crushed in a single blow, no match for his opponent.
He had been brimming with arrogance earlier, firmly believing he could suppress his foe, completely defeat him, and turn him into a pile of bones on his own path to the Human Emperor Throne. Yet, he was defeated so swiftly, filling him with unwillingness, his Dao heart on the verge of collapse.
Why?
For him, this was a tremendous blow. His existence held special significance; he was the future ruler of the Ying Imperial Clan, a Heaven's Pride of this generation with hopes of attaining the Human Emperor Throne. He was even confident enough to face the Imperial Sons of his own clan without feeling inferior, daring to battle them.
Yet, he suffered such a swift and miserable defeat, causing cracks to appear in his Dao heart.
On the other side, Ye Chen stood firm at the center of the collision, unmoving and steady as a mountain—a true depiction. Not even the hem of his clothes was torn, transcendent and aloof. An aura of invincible immortality emanated from him, each strand of his hair flowing with brilliant divine radiance.
However, no one would forget that fist of his from moments ago—domineering and earth-shattering, it had directly defeated the peerless attack formed by the nine divine forms of the Imperial Clan True King Ying Chen, shattering his opponent's Dao heart. This was a being of terror.
At this point, the Great Powers of the myriad realms finally understood: even without relying on external forces, the Battle Saint King was a peerless existence. His cultivation had already reached the absolute pinnacle of the younger generation, making Heaven's Prides from all eras and realms throughout the myriad realms look up in awe.
In the distant void, the War King sighed. This old friend from his youth was indeed a peerless Heaven's Pride. No matter where he went, he would seize all the glory, always sweeping through everything. In the conflicts of the younger generation, when had anyone ever seen him truly defeated?
Ye Chen looked down from above, as if gazing down upon Ying Chen. Though he spoke no words, his expression seemed to look down upon his opponent, filled with invincible confidence, never truly placing the other in his eyes.
Just as he had said earlier: among the younger generation, aside from the Supreme Ones, who could be his match?
Not even an Imperial Clan True King.
"I don't believe it. You must have used some external force just now. I am undefeated, I am invincible. It must be so."
Suddenly, Ying Chen raised his head to look at Ye Chen, his eyes blazing with brilliant light as he stared intently at his opponent. He refused to believe Ye Chen was truly this powerful. His black hair stood on end, filled with unwillingness, refusing to accept that his foe was truly this strong—he must have used external force.
"Enough, return!"
Even Ying Gu shouted in reprimand. He could sense no fluctuations of external force from the Battle Saint King. This young generation's supreme who shook the myriad realms was truly this monstrous; it was Ying Chen who was no match.
"No, I refuse to believe it."
Ying Chen was unwilling to accept this no matter what. He roared lowly, wanting to prove his point.
His entire body glowed, the power of the Emperor's bloodline shimmering with an eerie light. His severed arms wriggled with flesh and blood, and soon a pair of new, robust arms regrew, flowing with powerful Dao talismans, brimming with extraordinariness.
"Ying Chen, enough!" Great Power Ying Gu shouted again. Yet, Ying Chen remained unwilling and immediately charged forward. From between his eyebrows shot out a terrifying beam of light—a treasure wheel shimmering with brilliant radiance, Dao talismans constantly flashing and intertwining as it soared into the sky.
This was his Heavenly King battle weapon, cultivated alongside him as his life-bound treasure. If he ever ascended the Human Emperor Throne in the future, it would become a Human Sovereign weapon.
Ying Chen grabbed the treasure wheel and charged straight ahead, flashing toward Ye Chen like lightning. His entire body seemed to burn, unleashing unparalleled divine energy that truly threatened to shatter the heavens.
"This time, you will die!" Ying Chen roared.
Yet, at this moment, Ye Chen also moved. An aura of great terror swept through the starry sky, causing the Great Powers of the myriad realms to feel a chill of fear as they looked over in shock.
Boom—
Ye Chen still threw a single punch, his expression cold and merciless, like a Divine Spirit looking down upon an ant. This fist carried ten thousand layers of Dao marks, accompanied by annihilating force, striking out horizontally.
With a deafening roar, the immortal treasure wheel was directly smashed, a corner shattered, fragments flying everywhere, cracks spreading all over.
Moreover, this fist grazed past the treasure wheel and struck Ying Chen's body, containing the force of billions of jun, capable of easily tearing apart the stars of the myriad realms.
Ying Chen's left arm was shattered once more, blood flying everywhere. Even the divine armor he wore split into pieces, transforming into a shower of brilliant light rain that danced and soared into the starry void, vanishing into the depths of space.
Furthermore, Ye Chen moved swiftly, directly grabbing the treasure wheel missing a corner, forcibly changing its ownership, and turning it to slash at Ying Chen, nearly cleaving him in two, the wound deep enough to reveal bone.
"Battle Saint King, how dare you!"
Great Power Ying Gu charged forward, about to take action, but a terrifying sword light spanned the sky, releasing destructive might that would make even ancient Great Sages shudder.
Great Power Ying Gu very much wanted to shout in reprimand, but upon seeing it was the Heaven's Gate Master, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head from above, filling him with dread.
He would not forget the other's terror; in a real battle, even someone as powerful as him would only be suppressed and beaten.
Simultaneously, the battle in the depths of the starry sky became even more one-sided. Ye Chen unleashed supreme divine abilities, forcefully suppressing Ying Chen, beating him until his body and spirit were on the verge of splitting apart, nearly exploding, completely crushed with no chance to fight back.
Suddenly, a dangerous aura emerged—it was the treasure wheel. The deity within had awakened, intending to turn and attack Ye Chen.
Yet, Ye Chen's body surged with divine radiance, directly tearing the treasure wheel apart. His fist struck out, completely shattering it, causing all the fragments to fly back one by one into Ying Chen's divine body, exploding into vivid crimson flowers of blood, leaving him severely wounded.
Boom—
For the final blow, Ye Chen's entire form condensed into an immortal immortal light that charged horizontally, cleaving Ying Chen in two. He stood tall in the starry void, his hair dancing wildly, eyes like heavenly swords, his clothes unstained by blood as the Dao stretched boundlessly!