With a light flick of his sleeve, the powerful attacks from over thirty Xiantian experts, including the top hundred Trial Path contender Han Fei, dissipated into nothingness.
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared dumbfounded at the scene before them, still unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
What kind of technique was this? A mere flick of the sleeve had shattered the combined assault of over thirty Xiantian experts—so effortlessly, so naturally—that it made everyone's hearts clench in awe. It was too shocking, too unbelievable. Even a Martial God's intervention might not surpass this.
Could this youth before them be a legendary Martial God?
Once this possibility crossed their minds, everyone couldn't help but swallow hard, filled with disbelief.
A Martial God, transcending the Xiantian realm. Once one stepped into this domain, everything would become different. It was no longer True Yuan power, but divine power, the power of heaven and earth, far surpassing that of a Xiantian expert by who knew how many times.
Although they found it hard to believe Ye Chen was a Martial God, could a cultivator at the Xiantian realm achieve such a feat?
Impossible!
Almost everyone shook their heads. Such means clearly belonged only to a Martial God.
Yet this youth before them was simply too young. He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, his youthful immaturity still evident. It was truly hard to believe he could have reached this level. Even if he had started cultivating from the womb, it would be difficult to achieve this at such an age.
Although Han Fei was also shocked, he was, after all, no ordinary person. He snorted coldly, "Quite the youth, hiding so deeply. Your strength is impressive. But today, I refuse to believe you are a Martial God. Where in this world would there be such a young Martial God? Clearly, you're just trying to intimidate us, using some unknown method—probably some secret technique."
The world always had extraordinary secret techniques that could grant immense power for a short time, though the price paid was often equally great.
And Han Fei had countless reasons to believe Ye Chen was using such a method, because he was simply too young. The traces of youthful immaturity on his face were impossible to conceal. How could anyone in this world reach the Martial God realm at such a tender age? It was simply impossible.
Moreover, if a true Martial God expert had appeared on the Trial Path, it would surely shake the entire path, even dominate it, causing all other trial-takers to pale in comparison.
Even those young elites with the so-called 'deferred king' qualifications would appear dim in his presence. Such a Martial God expert would undoubtedly be the king of the younger generation.
How could such a powerhouse remain unknown?
It was precisely all these reasons that made Han Fei believe Ye Chen could not possibly be a Martial God expert. At most, he was using some unknown secret technique to forcibly elevate his strength to that level for a short time.
However, such strength-boosting secret techniques often came with a heavy price, sometimes even costing one's vitality.
Hai Qingxue also understood Han Fei's reasoning. She, too, found it hard to believe Ye Chen was a Martial God, mainly because of his age—he was simply too young to be credible.
Her expression changed slightly as she also concluded Ye Chen must have used some secret technique to reach this level. She urgently said, "Ye Chen, stop that technique immediately! Don't sacrifice yourself for us like this. It's not worth it. At worst, we'll just be eliminated, but you'll pay a terrible price."
"Little Brother Ye Chen, don't do anything foolish! Being eliminated is no big deal. We can always try again next year."
Others also cried out anxiously, similarly believing Ye Chen had only used a secret technique to drastically boost his power. They truly didn't want this young lad to pay such a heavy price for them.
But Ye Chen shook his head, offering everyone a confident smile. "Don't worry. I'm not foolish enough for that."
Then he turned to Han Fei, shaking his head again with a tone of disappointment. "You... are not enough."
Such a contemptuous tone clearly showed he didn't regard Han Fei highly, leaving everyone stunned. Many felt he was being too arrogant—this kid had clearly used a secret technique to reach this level, yet he dared to look down on one of the top hundred contenders on the Trial Path.
Han Fei's expression darkened. He snorted coldly, "Kid, since you insist on this path, I'll make you understand—even without any secret technique, I can still kill you!"
Whoosh—
A cold light flashed across the dark forest sky.
Han Fei immediately took action. Swinging his broadsword, True Yuan power erupted as he unleashed slash after slash of sharp blade rays—hundreds, even thousands of them—forming a tidal wave of blade light that filled the sky. Blade energy soared, piercing the clouds as it swept toward Ye Chen with overwhelming force.
This fierce assault of blade-light waves was so terrifying that even Hai Qingxue, another top hundred contender, paled at the sight. It could sweep through numerous trial-takers—a powerful skill effective against both single targets and groups.
Hai Qingxue's expression shifted. The three-foot azure sword in her hand shimmered, silver light flickering as sharp sword energy began to manifest. If Ye Chen truly couldn't handle this, she would intervene to block it.
"Blade energy? It looks strong, but in reality... it's just average."
Ye Chen smiled, his demeanor calm and natural. Han Fei's attack didn't even enter his field of vision. He moved, and to everyone's horror, he charged straight into the sea of blade light as if rushing to his death, making everyone's hearts leap into their throats.
Han Fei sneered inwardly. Truly, one who invites disaster cannot be saved. Did this kid really think he could break through this wave of blade light?
But what happened next made everyone's pupils instantly contract, leaving them gaping in astonishment.
For Ye Chen, light as a drifting willow catkin, actively plunged into the blade rays. Yet those hundreds, thousands of blade rays were so dense they practically filled every inch of space. However, not a single one managed to touch even the corner of Ye Chen's robe.
He strolled through the sea of blade rays with such leisurely ease, as if walking through a field of flowers without a single petal touching him—the perfect embodiment of passing through a sea of blossoms untouched.
"How is this possible?" Han Fei exclaimed in shock, unable to believe Ye Chen had actually charged through his blade-light wave assault.
But at that moment, darkness fell before his eyes as a shadow instantly enveloped him—Ye Chen had arrived. So swift, so unstoppable, he hadn't even reacted. The youth smiled slightly, carrying a chilling coldness within. "What's impossible? This world has never lacked so-called 'impossibilities.'"
Seeing Ye Chen appear before him, Han Fei was startled but quickly recovered. The broadsword in his hand immediately swept horizontally, unleashing a sheet of sharp blade light as it descended.
Simultaneously, Han Fei's left hand formed a seal, clenching into a fist. A majestic light manifested—a deep condensation of True Yuan power, with Yuan Power flowing and flickering. He launched it together with his blade strike, determined to kill this bizarre youth before him.
All this happened in an instant—a true display of the fearsome combat power of a top hundred contender, leaving no time for the opponent to react. Even another top hundred contender would likely fall.
Unfortunately, the one he encountered was Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's body trembled slightly as an intangible, forceful energy suddenly radiated from him—unstoppable. Han Fei's fearsome and swift attacks fell upon this energy and instantly vanished without a trace.
Han Fei's expression changed drastically. At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly felt a deadly crisis surge in his heart, as if being stared down by a primordial beast from ancient times—utterly irresistible.
Almost simultaneously, an even more powerful True Yuan power involuntarily erupted from his body, layering upon itself to form a solid shield of protection. He didn't even attempt to attack Ye Chen.
In response, Ye Chen smiled faintly, still appearing calm and effortless. He simply lightly flicked a finger, with no energy fluctuation radiating outward, appearing quite ordinary and plain.
Yet it was precisely this finger's power that landed on Han Fei.
Boom—
As if struck by a mountain, Han Fei shuddered violently as if hit by lightning. In almost an instant, his entire body was sent flying sideways. The layers upon layers of powerful True Yuan power protecting him appeared utterly fragile before this golden finger light, shattering instantly into countless scattered points of radiance.
The terrifying finger force directly shattered the True Yuan power and struck Han Fei's body.
Clang— Crack—
Two different sounds rang out simultaneously. That was the armor on Han Fei's body—an extraordinary Xiantian battle armor capable of withstanding attacks from experts of the same realm without damage. Yet before the finger force, it still proved utterly fragile, shattering apart. The remaining force remained terrifyingly powerful as it landed on Han Fei.
By now, Han Fei had completely lost color. He had long since crushed a spirit talisman, and a dim, mysterious light instantly enveloped his body.
The terrifying remaining finger force struck the dim light, causing it to flicker unsteadily, nearly shattering. Han Fei was sent flying again, hurtling over a hundred meters and crashing through more than a dozen large trees before finally stopping.
This scene made everyone gasp in shock. This was a spirit talisman created by Tian Du Academy! Although it contained only one Martial God-level power, the protective light shield it created couldn't be shaken without Martial God realm strength. It was the greatest safeguard for trial-takers on the Trial Path.
Even when facing those super-powerful elites with 'deferred king' qualifications, one could remain confident in self-preservation.
But now, under this youth's single finger, it had nearly disintegrated. How terrifying must that force be?
Han Fei stood up from afar, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood. His entire body ached terribly; several bones were likely broken. He now stared at the youth with a horrified expression.
Although the spirit talisman had blocked most of the attack, it couldn't completely negate it. The small portion of remaining force still struck his body, making him feel as if he were about to explode.
Too powerful. Just who was this youth? How could he be so absurdly strong, practically unstoppable?
Could he truly be a Martial God?
At this moment, this was the only thought that surfaced in everyone's mind. The youth now appeared heroic and majestic, like an invincible war god, commanding everyone's attention and awe.
That level of strength was simply too astonishing. Han Fei, one of the esteemed top hundred contenders on the Trial Path, had employed so many methods, even crushing a spirit talisman for protection. Yet the final result was still severe injuries, appearing so utterly fragile before this seemingly harmless youth, leaving everyone utterly shocked.
At this moment, everyone was convinced the youth was a Martial God realm expert. In this world, only a Martial God could achieve such a feat.
And this youth was an impossibly young Martial God!
"You... just who are you?"
Han Fei's gaze dimmed as he coughed blood, questioning Ye Chen. Such a figure was no ordinary person. Why had he never shown his fame on the Trial Path before? Otherwise, how would Han Fei dare provoke such an existence?
The youth smiled slightly. "I am Ye Chen."