"As long as you forgive me, as you wish!"
Ye Chen smiled at Qian Xun, a brilliant smile without a hint of refusal.
This abrupt agreement was something even the War Saint Qian Xun before him had never expected.
This person, in order to obtain his forgiveness, was actually willing to end his own life.
This shouldn't be.
In his imagination, this heartless Battle Saint King would not agree so easily.
Qian Xun thought Ye Chen was just bluffing and was about to ask how he intended to end himself. However, in the next moment, under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Chen, still smiling brilliantly, suddenly exploded.
Boom—
Both his supreme Chaos Saint Body and Chaos Saint Soul exploded.
A terrifying bloody radiance swept through the vast heavens, even rushing up to the ninth heaven, surging towards the endless starry sky, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, startling the thirty-three layers of heaven, and alarming all living beings on the entire Emperor Birth Star.
Countless people instantly looked over, witnessing the terrifying self-detonation power that vanished into the outer realms, each feeling a lingering fear.
Fortunately, this destructive power had been intentionally directed into the outer realms. Otherwise, under such an explosion, let alone just the Central Continent, even the other four continents would inevitably suffer immense repercussions.
And the powerhouses within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, even if there were Great Powers present, would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.
Rumble—
The most terrifying destruction wantonly swept through, vast and mighty in all directions, its horror beyond measure.
Witnessing the Battle Saint King suddenly explode into pieces before their very eyes, everyone was instantly dumbstruck, unable to react, filled with an unprecedented disbelief.
The Battle Saint King had self-detonated.
Not only his invincible physical body, but even his immortal Saint Soul had shattered. Both form and spirit self-detonated, everything heading towards destruction.
And it happened so abruptly that no one could have imagined it.
What exactly had the Battle Saint King just said to War Saint Qian Xun, that this young Chaos Supreme with limitless potential would not hesitate to self-detonate?
"Dad—"
"Daddy—"
"Martial Uncle—"
"Palace Lord—"
"Master—"
In the distance, Yaya, Little Chenxi, the four young supremes, and Jiu She, who had been watching the battle all along, cried out in alarm, wanting to rush over. But unparalleled power was spreading and expanding.
Although the vast majority had been intentionally guided towards the starry sky beyond the domain, there was still a tremendous repulsive force continuously acting in all directions, preventing the powerhouses from approaching.
Even the few of them couldn't rush over immediately.
In the central area, where War Saint Qian Xun was located—the very epicenter of the destruction—not a shred of destructive power acted upon it. On the contrary, it became a vacuum.
It wasn't that War Saint Qian Xun had blocked it; rather, the destructive power from Ye Chen's self-detonation hadn't surged into it at all. It was deliberate.
"He really ended himself?"
War Saint Qian Xun stared blankly at everything before him. It was clearly just an angry remark.
Though he deeply resented Ye Chen, resented him for leaving all those years ago, abandoning his mother to suffer alone, leaving him, who had lost a father's love since childhood, allowing mother and son to rely on each other.
Now that they had met, what he truly wanted was to capture this scoundrel, tie him up, and bring him before his mother who had relied on him all these years, make him kowtow and admit his guilt, reflect on the grave mistake he had committed.
Even if he would never call him father, not once, he wouldn't kill him either.
After all, this heartless person was the one his mother had missed for so many years. He truly didn't want his mother to suffer the pain of longing any longer, often gazing at the moon alone at night, shedding sad tears.
But now, this heartless person his mother thought of day and night had ended his own life, without hesitation, right before his eyes.
For some reason, a trace of bitterness welled up in his heart, an inexplicable sorrow uncontrollably surging forth, making him unable to resist clutching his chest. There was a stabbing pain, even an impulse to shed tears.
Though the heartless person had ended himself, he felt no joy. On the contrary, he felt immense grief.
"Is this the sorrow of blood being thicker than water?"
Qian Xun looked at his own outstretched hands, his eyes reddening as tears slowly fell, dripping onto his palms. He stared wide-eyed, motionless: "But he's clearly a heartless person, the one mother has thought of day and night for years, a scoundrel who would never return. He's dead. I should be happy. Why do I feel such pain now? It shouldn't be..."
"Why is it like this?"
"Why?"
Qian Xun was very confused, unable to understand, but the tears at the corners of his eyes grew more and more, continuously falling.
Then he looked towards the chaotic and violent expanse of heaven and earth, the space between his eyebrows shining like a blazing little sun. Vast and majestic divine sense spread out, wanting to find the heartless person's divine soul. He roared: "Don't pretend to be dead! I know you couldn't have died just like that. Come out!"
But no matter how powerful his divine soul was, searching the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, scouring the starry sky beyond the domain, he still could not find any fragments of divine soul.
The Battle Saint King seemed to have truly ended himself like this, no longer existing in this world.
"Impossible." Qian Xun activated a secret technique, his boundless divine sense spreading out, covering heaven and earth, continuously searching.
Yet no matter what, he couldn't find even a single drop of the other's residual divine soul thought.
Had he truly fallen completely?
Upon learning the answer, Qian Xun slumped to his knees in mid-air, his eyes hollow, devoid of any joy.
"Daddy—"
"Martial Uncle—"
"Your Highness—"
"Master—"
The seven figures from Moon Palace finally rushed over, but having witnessed that scene with their own eyes, each felt sorrow rising from the depths of their hearts.
Especially Yaya and Little Chenxi, both Ye Chen's daughters. Yaya even charged forward, landing before Qian Xun. Her peerlessly beautiful face was filled with grief and rage, boundless killing intent. Her slender, jade-like hand struck out, yet it contained unparalleled power, aiming for Qian Xun's head—
"You bastard, give my daddy's life back!"
This strike was enough to shatter Qian Xun's skull, and it contained the power of time, reaching him in an instant.
But Qian Xun stared blankly at it all, giving a bitter smile. He offered no resistance, no evasion, as if he had already resolved to die.
Because he had killed his own biological father, and he knew that if his mother learned of this heartless person's death, she would likely choose to end her own life, to join him in death.
Because his mother, Princess Yunyan, the one she had always loved most in her heart, was him—
The Battle Saint King, Qian Yue!
If his only remaining family was also going to die, what meaning was there in him living on?
Better to atone with death here!
Mother, I'm sorry. Your child goes first!
Qian Xun silently recited in his heart, closing his eyes, awaiting death's arrival.
Perhaps it was more about atoning with death!
But this slap did not completely land, because at this very moment, a radiance of ten thousand zhang appeared. A heroic, peerlessly familiar figure emerged. A fair hand grasped that slender, jade-like hand, stopping this certain-kill strike.
"Hold!"