After successively slaying four young supremes, Ye Chen had truly shaken the starry sky, sweeping through all without a match.
At the very least, among the trial-takers of the ancient path, he stood at the absolute pinnacle. Even the various Great Powers had to pay attention, and the many trial-takers on the ancient path could only look up in awe. Even the young supremes were no exception, deeply aware that they absolutely could not contend against him. Their gazes toward Ye Chen were filled with wariness, even a touch of reverence.
Yes, reverence. For this was a supreme young supreme who could kill other young supremes, a veritable Supreme Killer.
Almost everyone believed that if Ye Chen encountered no mishaps in the future, he was very likely to grow into an existence rivaling the various overlords of the ancient paths, achieving the status of a new overlord and competing for the "Ultimate" at the final pass.
Precisely because of this, the gazes of the many powerful beings toward Ye Chen carried a special change.
Having slain the four young supremes, Ye Chen obtained two Emperor Weapon Fragments and stored them away. By now, he had a total of five Emperor Weapon Fragments.
"Brother Ye, no, Palace Lord!"
Chu Shuangyu and the Cloud Heaven Divine Maiden both changed their form of address. Their feelings toward Ye Chen had shifted from mere gratitude to a deep-seated admiration and recognition from the heart.
Ye Chen nodded toward them, knowing his identity was now exposed. "Later, I will seek you out to learn about the matters of the Moon Palace. I hope this time you can inform me in detail."
"Of course. You are the Palace Lord's husband. We, husband and wife, dare not conceal anything," the two replied readily. Having confirmed Ye Chen's identity, there was naturally nothing to hide about the Moon Palace.
Ye Chen gave a slight nod, then turned his gaze to the other battlefields within the ruined Emperor Realm. With great strides, he actually began to join the fray as well.
Yet no one underestimated this young supreme, for he was a supreme Chaos Young Supreme. All he had displayed previously indicated that he was definitely stronger than ordinary ancient Great Sages, and might even be capable of slaying a Great Power.
Boom—
In the subsequent battles for Emperor Weapon Fragments, Ye Chen truly revealed his supreme bearing. Clad in primordial Chaos Qi, his aura was formidable, not only not inferior to the ancient Great Sages but even surpassing ordinary Great Powers. He manifested myriad great dao laws. This divine Chaos bearing instantly attracted the attention of many.
It was as if everyone glimpsed an Emperor Supreme rising, possessing a peerless, matchless imperial bearing.
Especially the seven ancient Great Sages of the Soul-Restraining Hall, their eyes gleaming brightly, constantly shining as if they had seen the greatest prey.
For the Soul-Restraining Hall, a Chaos Cultivator was a being they had long hoped to obtain, of great use for that plan.
Rumble—
With the Chaos Great Cauldron hovering above his head, Ye Chen actively charged into the battlefield. Clearly not yet a true ancient Great Sage, he could still contend against the various Great Powers. His primordial Chaos Qi surged, vast and mighty, shaking the heavens, dissolving all manner of great dao laws. Moreover, wielding the Primordial Battle Halberd, he struck out, clashing in all directions, and forcefully seized yet another Emperor Weapon Fragment.
This scene truly shocked the trial-takers of all paths, even those young supremes. Truly worthy of being a Chaos Cultivator, and a Chaos Young Supreme at that. It would be strange if he weren't powerful.
The other ancient Great Sages who witnessed this could only sigh with helplessness. It wasn't that they didn't want to contend, but this Chaos Young Supreme was simply too powerful. Moreover, he possessed the Primordial Battle Halberd, a true Supreme Emperor Weapon. Once awakened, it could sweep through everything.
Yet even now, without being awakened, in the hands of the Battle Saint King, it seemed indestructible. Already, three ancient Great Sages had been pierced through by the Primordial Battle Halberd, their blood staining the sky.
"Take action!"
At this moment, the seven ancient Great Sages of the Soul-Restraining Hall suddenly moved against Ye Chen. Thick chains of soul power materialized across the sky, slicing through the void, aiming to capture Ye Chen completely.
"What a fine Chaos Cultivator, and a Chaos Young Supreme at that. This time, no matter what, we must capture him. He will be of immense use for the plan!"
The seven ancient Great Sages of the Soul-Restraining Hall made their move. Each was no ordinary Great Power, basically all being at the level of Void Realm Great Powers—supreme Great Powers. Attacking Ye Chen simultaneously naturally made the scene incredibly intense.
"Soul-Restraining Hall, how dare you!"
How could the group of protector Great Powers from the Ultimate Ancient Path, such as the Nine Phoenix Great Sage, allow the Soul-Restraining Hall's several ancient Great Sages to capture a supreme prodigy like Ye Chen? Moreover, he was a generation's Battle Saint King, making it even more imperative not to let them succeed. They rushed over to intercept.
Furthermore, far in the deepest reaches of the starry sky, the Snow Mist Monarch had not yet departed. Witnessing this scene, he snorted coldly, "People of the Soul-Restraining Hall, do you truly think this Monarch dares not kill you?"
The threat of a Primordial Sovereign was undeniably filled with deterrence. Few could withstand it. Even the seven ancient Great Sages of the Soul-Restraining Hall halted their actions at this moment, not daring to act recklessly again.
Yet their gazes toward Ye Chen were filled with unwillingness. After all, it was rare to encounter a Chaos Cultivator, and one who wasn't even a true Great Power at that, making capture relatively easier. But now, they were blocked by the Snow Mist Monarch, one of the peerless rulers of the Ultimate Ancient Path.
However, while the Soul-Restraining Hall's Great Powers refrained from action out of fear of the Snow Mist Monarch, who was Ye Chen? He was the Battle Saint King.
A gentleman might seek revenge even after ten years, but he was no gentleman. He had inherited the Battle Saint lineage's dominance and arrogance. At this moment, his black hair danced wildly in the wind, primordial Chaos Qi flowing around him. He gazed coldly at the several ancient Great Sages of the Soul-Restraining Hall, a sharp killing intent spreading.
"What? Do you still wish to act against us?"
Among them, a Soul-Restraining Hall Great Power spoke up. He appeared exceptionally tall and thin, clad in a black robe, and possessed eight arms. His tone was sinister, also carrying mockery: "It's already quite good that we're not acting against you. How dare you even think of acting against us—"
The word "us" had not yet fully left his lips when the Eight-Armed Great Power's expression changed. For at that moment, Ye Chen shot forward like lightning, his speed too fast, akin to a thunderbolt, arriving before the Eight-Armed Great Power in the blink of an eye. Moreover, the most terrifying aura directly swept out. A cold voice rang beside his ear: "You are correct. I do wish to act against you!"
As he spoke, Ye Chen explosively launched his attack.
Boom—
The Chaos Great Cauldron blasted out. At this moment, countless strands of primordial Chaos Qi fully erupted. Each strand could crush mountains and rivers, let alone so many thousands of strands together. They directly subjected the Eight-Armed Great Power to terrifying pressure. The bones and tendons throughout his body crackled incessantly, on the verge of shattering.
Moreover, caught completely off guard, he was sent flying. Numerous wounds appeared on his body, blood splattering.
Yet this was not the end; it was only the beginning. For Ye Chen's attacks came in a continuous chain. After the cauldron strike, he was already thrusting the Primordial Battle Halberd with one hand, piercing through the Eight-Armed Great Power's chest. With his other hand, he swung the Heaven-Splitting Fist, savagely bringing it down toward the opponent's head.