Boundless destructive might erupted in the starry sky, occasionally bursting into dazzling light that illuminated all realms of time and space, shaking the three thousand great worlds, and annihilating countless stars.
If not for the Emperor Clan's celestial canopy shielding the Nine Colors Emperor Star, it would likely have suffered some degree of impact.
Indeed, whether it was the Longevity Sword God or the Mystic Dao Elder, both were terrifying existences at the Ninth Tribulation Realm. Their battle was truly terrifying and boundless. Even Ye Chen, at his current level, felt he could not compare. It was a realm that transcended his own.
Ye Chen sighed. The path of cultivation was indeed long and distant. Even after reaching his current level—the peak of the fourth heaven of the Great Power Realm, enough to stand proudly above many—it was far from the end. There was still a very long road ahead.
Just as above the Emperor Realm, wasn't there also the ethereal and elusive Eternal Domain?
Boom! Boom! Boom!—
The peerless powerhouses of the Ninth Tribulation Realm were in a decisive confrontation, to the point that the twelve Imperial Clan Great Powers even forgot to pursue Ye Chen, the one who had turned the Imperial Clan upside down.
Ye Chen naturally would not miss this opportunity. The peerless powerhouses of the Ninth Tribulation Realm were at war. The principles of the Great Dao contained in their every move subtly transcended the Great Power Realm and were closer to the Sovereign Realm. Observing super existences of this level in battle made it easier to comprehend the domain of the Ancient Monarchs.
Otherwise, watching Ancient Monarchs fight would make it difficult to understand the profound mysteries of power at that level.
Being one major realm higher was like a heavenly chasm looming overhead, making it hard to cross that chasm and comprehend the Dao and principles of such supreme beings.
Only by observing Ninth Tribulation Realm experts—those above Great Powers but below Sovereigns—could one more clearly sense the majestic power of that domain.
At the same time, occasionally, he could see various terrifying Dao marks spreading out and surging forth during the clash of the two peerless powerhouses, annihilating the starry sky and shattering cosmic stars. He then summoned the Chaos Great Cauldron to inscribe these Dao marks, which greatly aided his comprehension of the Ancient Monarch Realm.
Gradually, the ten black dragons and the Thirteen Sword Slashes of the Sword God collided completely, transforming into a fearsome destructive storm that enveloped a full seven star domains in the distance. This was the might of a Ninth Tribulation Realm powerhouse, beyond imagination.
However, the imagined great battle did not last long—not even half an hour.
Boom!—
Suddenly, from within the vast destructive storm that could sweep across several star domains, a figure was sent flying backward. Along its path, sheets of blood continuously spilled, manifesting terrifying Dharma forms—mountains of corpses and seas of blood, heaven collapsing and earth rending—yet they continuously disintegrated the void and collapsed the starry sky, causing a fearsome impact.
One could sense that even a single drop of this blood falling would be enough to cause a Heavenly King to perish.
That person was none other than the Longevity Sword God.
He had been defeated. In the confrontation, he was no match for the Mystic Dao Elder and had suffered a loss.
"Ancestor!"
All twelve Imperial Clan Great Powers rushed over to catch the heavily wounded and blood-stained Longevity Sword God.
However, the blood on his body made all the Imperial Clan Great Powers feel an oppressive sense of terror.
After a long while, the Longevity Sword God finally opened his eyes and stood up again. He was covered in wounds and drenched in blood, his face pale and bloodless, staggering unsteadily. The other Imperial Clan Great Powers were alarmed and wanted to support him, but he stopped them.
His gaze turned toward the destructive storm.
Within the destructive storm, the Mystic Dao Elder remained with hair whiter than snow, possessing an immortal's grace and bearing like a mortal world immortal. A pitch-black divine bell hovered in the air above his head, dark light swirling around it, yet it also radiated an immeasurable aura of ancient destruction, sweeping across all directions.
He slowly walked out. His seemingly aged body possessed power that looked down upon the world. From a lofty position, his gaze also fell upon the Longevity Sword God as he spoke calmly, "Longevity, you have lost."
It was a very plain statement, as if narrating an ordinary matter, with not a ripple of emotion in his heart. Yet, it was also vast and boundless, echoing throughout the entire Nine Colors Emperor Star, the rumbling sound unceasing.
On the Nine Colors Emperor Star, countless Imperial Clan descendants were dumbfounded. Within the central Imperial Clan territory, the clansmen all turned pale.
The nearly supreme Longevity Sword God Ancestor of their clan had actually been defeated, losing to the Mystic Dao Elder from beyond their domain. How could the countless Imperial Clan clansmen who regarded the Longevity Sword God as their life's goal bear this?
Could it be that after today, the entire Nine Colors Imperial Clan would become a complete joke throughout the entire universe?
Had he lost?
The Longevity Sword God did not deny it, nor did he say that it was only because Ye Chen's sudden attack had caught him off guard, causing him injury before hastily engaging the Mystic Dao Elder.
A bitter smile touched his face. He deeply understood that even if he were to fight again under perfect, uninjured conditions, he would still inevitably lose.
Because the Mystic Dao Elder was too strong, superior to him.
Then, he looked at the Mystic Dao Elder and suddenly gave a bitter laugh. "Mystic Dao, I never expected you to have stepped into that realm!"
That realm?
Could it be the Ancient Monarch Realm?
Everyone was shocked, looking at the Mystic Dao Elder with even greater astonishment.
The Mystic Dao Elder did not answer. Instead, he looked deeply at the Longevity Sword God and said, "Now, I wish to take the Battle Saint King away. Will you still stop me?"
Still stop him?
The Longevity Sword God smiled bitterly. How could he possibly stop him now? Although the other Imperial Clan Great Powers were furious, and other Imperial Clan Great Powers had appeared one after another, with Imperial Clan warships surging out to fill the starry sky and even Sovereign Immortal Artifacts being summoned, all the Imperial Clan powerhouses felt a heavy weight in their hearts facing the Mystic Dao Elder who had defeated their Longevity Sword God Ancestor.
Stop him? How could they stop him?
A peerless powerhouse of the Ninth Tribulation Realm, an invincible existence below the Sovereigns, and now, without a Sovereign's decree, who could stand against him?
Even with so many Imperial Clan Great Powers swarming out, armed with Sovereign Immortal Artifacts, they dared not guarantee they could definitely detain such a peerless powerhouse of the Ninth Tribulation Realm. On the contrary, if the other party grew angry, even a powerful Imperial Clan like theirs could face a bloody purge.
Yet, looking at the Battle Saint King beside the Mystic Dao Elder, whose face was slightly pale, were they to simply let him go like this?
After all, the Battle Saint King had single-handedly barged into the Nine Colors Imperial Clan, turning it upside down, slaying several Imperial Clan Great Powers, kidnapping the clan leader, and even plundering several Imperial Treasury minor worlds, causing the entire Nine Colors Imperial Clan to lose face.
If they let the Battle Saint King go just like that, the Nine Colors Imperial Clan would become a complete laughingstock throughout the entire ancient universe. From then on, they would not be able to hold their heads high even when stepping outside.
No, they absolutely could not let the Battle Saint King go like this.
"Summon the Sovereign Ancestor!"
Among them, an Imperial Clan Great Power roared. From between his eyebrows shot out a blazing radiance—a special mark, dazzling and brilliant, like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, gloriously illuminating all directions.