Enveloped by the Chaos Great Cauldron and shrouded in layers of primordial Chaos Qi, Ye Chen appeared increasingly ethereal and elusive, exuding an aura of profound mystery. Yet he remained motionless, calmly watching the twelve Great Powers of the imperial clan without the slightest intention of retreating.
Seeing that the Battle Saint King showed no sign of backing down, the twelve Great Powers who had been charging forward all came to a halt, hesitating uncertainly. This Battle Saint King was simply too monstrous, too terrifying. Who knew what other astonishing methods he might still have hidden up his sleeve?
"A bunch of trash!"
Ye Chen coldly snorted, showing no mercy as he directly berated the twelve Great Powers of the Jiuyan Imperial Clan as worthless trash. His voice resonated throughout the entire Jiuyan Emperor Star, heard by countless living beings upon it.
The clansmen of the Jiuyan Imperial Clan were furious. Their imperial clan was supremely powerful, eternal and unyielding, flourishing across the entire Universe. Yet now, a single individual dared to berate them like this, calling their strongest group of imperial clan experts trash. It felt like a slap to the face for all Jiuyan clansmen who took pride in the imperial blood flowing through their veins, leaving them both enraged and deeply humiliated.
"Too arrogant!"
"This Battle Saint King deserves death ten thousand times over for daring to insult our Jiuyan Imperial Clan like this!"
"Great Power ancestors within the clan, please act quickly and kill this sinner who deserves death!"
"Slay him and nail his corpse to the star pass, proclaiming to the entire Universe that the majesty of our Jiuyan Imperial Clan is inviolable!"
Within the Jiuyan Imperial Clan's important grounds, countless clansmen roared in anger, even the renowned elders and senior members were furious.
Outside the Jiuyan Imperial Clan, the myriad living beings across the star felt a tremor in their hearts. This Battle Saint King was truly domineering, berating the eternal Jiuyan Imperial Clan in such a manner. Throughout all of history, no one had ever dared to act like this. Probably not even an ancient Monarch would dare to berate a venerable eternal imperial clan so brazenly.
In the Lingtian Sea Region, there was a powerful kingdom that had risen over the past twenty years—the Xi Kingdom.
Originally, it was merely a slightly stronger nation among the nearby hundred nations. Although it had a Saint overseeing it, it was far from being able to dominate the surrounding hundred nations.
However, ever since the former Crown Prince of Xi, Yan Wushuang, ascended to the throne, the kingdom had risen at a truly astonishing speed. In just twenty short years, he had used iron-fisted methods to reorganize the entire Xi Kingdom, launched military campaigns against neighboring nations, annexed seven countries, and catapulted Xi into the ranks of the top two most powerful nations in the Lingtian Sea Region.
Though young, the new Kingdom Lord Yan Wushuang had risen like a comet. In just twenty years, he had transcended the Divine Transformation Realm and achieved the Saint Treasury Realm.
Such an accomplishment not only made him the youngest Saint among the nearby hundred nations but also placed him firmly among the top-tier peerless geniuses amidst the many young talents across the vast Jiuyan Continent. Young yet powerful, he was not the least bit inferior to many veteran Saints who had entered the Saint Treasury Realm years ago.
Furthermore, this Xi Kingdom Lord possessed remarkable methods. Not only was he a young Saint, but he also held absolute ruling authority within Xi. In every city, every town, and even every village of the kingdom, his stone statues were erected. The entire nation could only worship and believe in him alone.
Over the years, through various extraordinary means, he had also ruled the now several-times-larger Xi Kingdom in an orderly and well-governed manner, bringing peace and prosperity to the land and its people. Countless commoners worshipped and believed in him from the bottom of their hearts, viewing him as their sole deity.
Within the imperial palace of Xi Kingdom, the former Crown Prince and current Kingdom Lord, Yan Wushuang, sat upon the dragon throne, draped in imperial robes, exuding an aura of supreme majesty. Below in the grand hall, the assembled civil and military officials all bowed in submission, their reverence heartfelt.
Upon the throne, Yan Wushuang paid no heed to his officials. Instead, he lifted his increasingly majestic face. Within his brow glowed a vast power—a potent force of faith, which, as he had stated long ago, he had meticulously studied and utilized.
His gaze pierced through the hall, observing the situation in the outer realms. He saw his Master. Even after all these years of cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds, he still maintained a heartfelt reverence for his Master.
Because over these years, while annexing nations, founding great achievements, and constantly cultivating, he had also secretly gathered information about his Master.
The more he learned, the more he felt the unfathomable depth of his Master, who possessed such formidable reputation within the boundless starry skies.
Now, after a separation of twenty-five years, his Master had reappeared, single-handedly suppressing the eternal Jiuyan Imperial Clan and fearlessly calling them trash.
How utterly domineering and overbearing that was, looking down upon the world with soaring spirit. It stirred the blood of even a steady and majestic figure like himself.
Such an invincible bearing was precisely what he had always pursued and yearned for.
He deeply wished to stand by his Master's side and fight shoulder to shoulder. Yet he also keenly felt a sense of powerlessness. Powerful as he was now, to someone of his Master's level, he was merely an insignificant ant, unable to offer much help at all.
Yan Wushuang's fists clenched tightly, further solidifying his resolve in this life to first unify the Jiuyan Imperial Clan, then rule the great Universe, and use his land of faith to achieve the rank of Supreme Emperor.
Master, please wait for my growth!
Meanwhile, far away in the outer realms, Ye Chen's words naturally enraged the twelve Great Powers of the imperial clan led by Yan Cangqiong. However, when faced with the profoundly deep gaze of the Battle Saint King hidden within the myriad layers of primordial Chaos Qi, they felt waves of trepidation.
Ultimately, this Battle Saint King was simply too monstrous and terrifying. He had made even an invincible existence like the Longevity Sword God stumble, let alone them. Although he might very well be in a weakened state now, who knew if he still had other trump cards?
Precisely because of this, they actually dared not step forward for a moment, not even a single small step.
"Truly all trash!"
Ye Chen sneered coldly once more, further infuriating the twelve imperial clan Great Powers. One among them, a third-layer Heaven Great Power, almost charged forward. But when he met Ye Chen's icy, merciless gaze, the raging fire in his heart was instantly doused as if by a bucket of ice water, extinguished in an instant, sending chills down his spine.
Facing such a strongest young generation's supreme Great Power, even the mighty Longevity Sword God had been caught off guard. What chance did he, a mere third-layer Heaven Great Power, have? Charging forward would likely only lead to instant annihilation.
Boom—
At this moment, the void that had been plunged into great destruction finally began to recover.
Within it, a figure slowly appeared, covered in blood, with droplets continuously falling. Yet these drops transformed into various dharma manifestations and phenomena, manifesting between heaven and earth, roaring across the sky.
It was the Longevity Sword God. He had not perished. He walked out, each step leaving a bloody footprint.
His power was such that even a single drop of his blood possessed unimaginable might, capable of transforming into all things between heaven and earth, giving birth to myriad dharma manifestations.
The Longevity Sword God swept his icy gaze over Ye Chen and said, "What a Battle Saint King you are. Truly beyond this seat's expectations, you actually made this seat bleed."
Within his calm words, anyone could hear the boundless killing intent!