That's right, Ye Chen had never intended to make these three people his followers.
These three individuals thought the killing intent they deeply concealed could not be detected by anyone. Unfortunately, Ye Chen was too monstrous. As a Chaos young generation's supreme, his five senses and six perceptions were sharp to the extreme. How could he not detect it in the slightest?
Three people who would betray him at the first suitable opportunity, even if they were young generation's supremes with unparalleled potential, Ye Chen could not possibly let them become his followers. That would only be a bomb hidden by his side. How could he tolerate that?
The best method was not to turn them into his followers, but to make them slaves—slaves branded with a Soul Mark.
Faced with Ye Chen's icy expression, Mo Haishen and the other two young generation's supremes felt their hearts pounding with fear. Among them, Luo Guyun felt his scalp go numb as he said, "Battle Saint King, what do you intend to do?"
"Nothing much—enslave you all!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three Chaos Soul Lotuses flew out from between Ye Chen's eyebrows, swirling with resplendent chaotic light, and shot like lightning into the Mud Pill Palaces of the three.
The Divine Soul Little Persons of the three young generation's supremes urgently erupted with powerful divine soul defenses, preparing to resist. But then they heard Ye Chen's voice suddenly explode, chilling them to the bone: "If you don't want to die, release your divine soul defenses and allow these Chaos Soul Lotuses to be planted into your Divine Soul Little Persons. Otherwise, I don't mind raising my hand and strangling you to death."
Hearing this, the three young generation's supremes all trembled. How could they not understand? These so-called Chaos Soul Lotuses were likely a type of Soul Mark. Once successfully planted into their Divine Soul Little Persons, they would be completely enslaved, becoming divine soul servants.
But if they resisted, given the Battle Saint King's temperament, he would definitely suppress and kill them with overwhelming force.
Inevitably, the three young generation's supremes struggled between life and death.
Resist, and they would certainly be suppressed and killed by the Battle Saint King, with not even a sliver of hope for escape.
Not resist, and they would be branded with an enslaving Soul Mark, becoming the Battle Saint King's slaves from then on, with their life and death in his grasp with a single thought.
But cultivating to their level was far too difficult. With infinite prospects laid out before them, once they died, it would be a complete severance, forever falling into silent nothingness. How could they be willing?
Yet, becoming another's slave—with the pride of being young generation's supremes, how could they be willing?
"Battle Saint King, don't even think about enslaving us! Let's rise together and resist, scatter and flee! I don't believe the Battle Saint King can chase and kill all three of us at once!"
At this moment, Zhao Tiange was the first to stand up and resist. He appeared tall and burly, a guzheng appearing in his hands. Despite his burly stature, when he played the guzheng, there was an elegant, scholarly beauty to it.
Zheng! Zheng! The sound of music resounded, accompanied by powerful divine soul attacks. In the void, it transformed into a vast divine sea, mighty and majestic, pouring down and inundating the nine heavens. Yet it was illusory, rushing out from his Mud Pill Palace, even forcefully pushing out the Chaos Soul Lotus Ye Chen had sent, making it difficult to approach for a moment.
Swish!
At the same time, after repelling the invasion of the Chaos Soul Lotus, Zhao Tiange's powerful attack, surging like a chaotic sea, roared over, shaking the starry sky as it struck toward Ye Chen.
"A grain of rice dares to compete with the sun and moon!"
Ye Chen gave a slight hum. Between his eyebrows bloomed an even more terrifying radiance, from which emerged a heavenly sword condensed from divine soul power, shaped like the Human Emperor Holy Sword, slashing down from above.
Boom!
The Human Emperor Holy Sword was boundless, a single sword capable of dividing yin and yang, forcibly cleaving the illusory, mighty divine soul sea attack into two.
Zhao Tiange's face turned deathly pale. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. However, he took advantage of this opportunity to turn and flee, rushing toward the distance.
Ye Chen did not move to pursue. Instead, he slapped the void, where a palm-shaped black hole appeared. A boundless, immense palm force rapidly traveled along the endless spatial turbulence, crossing the firmament, and in an instant caught up to Zhao Tiange. Above his head appeared a palm imprint ten thousand li in size.
Under the palm imprint, all space-time was imprisoned. Zhao Tiange's figure was completely frozen, unable to move. Even his Divine Soul Little Person stiffened in an instant, his thoughts unable to turn.
Space-Time Great Palm Imprint!
Boom!
The Space-Time Great Palm Imprint suddenly descended, not even letting the Chaos Soul Lotus continue to enter Zhao Tiange's Divine Soul Little Person before it directly fell.
Boom!
Space-time collapsed. Zhao Tiange was reduced to ashes, body and soul annihilated, nothing remaining.
This scene made the other two young generation's supremes, who had originally intended to flee with Zhao Tiange, tremble with fear.
Even if they scattered and fled, the Battle Saint King could absolutely easily kill all three young generation's supremes.
This was the invincibility of the Battle Saint King!
Swish!
Ye Chen turned to look at Mo Haishen and Luo Guyun.
Buzz—
The two young generation's supremes were terrified to the extreme. In bitter helplessness, they could only completely release the defenses of their Divine Soul Little Persons. The two Chaos Soul Lotuses respectively entered them, transforming into thousands of strands of chaotic soul threads that permeated every corner of the Divine Soul Little Persons.
Finally, the entire bodies of the two young generation's supremes' Divine Soul Little Persons were surrounded by wisps of chaotic light, which then completely vanished.
The two young generation's supremes had been successfully enslaved by Ye Chen.
Of course, this was only because the two young generation's supremes had completely released the defenses of their Divine Soul Little Persons. Otherwise, wanting to enslave such young generation's supremes would be extremely difficult for even Ye Chen, perhaps even impossible.
Mo Haishen and Luo Guyun glanced at each other. Deep in their eyes was a profound sense of powerlessness, yet they could not bring themselves to hate Ye Chen. They immediately knelt down and said respectfully, "Slave Mo Haishen (Luo Guyun) pays respects to the Master!"
"Good, good!"
Being able to subdue two young generation's supreme-level slaves, Ye Chen was quite pleased. After all, such young generation's supremes had sufficiently great Potential. Once they grew up, they could become major powers in their own right, providing significant assistance in the future.
In the trial ancient city, the many other powerful beings watched in amazement. A single confrontation ended with one young generation's supreme dead and two enslaved. The might of this Battle Saint King was undoubtedly displayed, and no one dared to overlook him.
The old city lord nodded. Perhaps this Battle Saint King could truly be mentioned in the same breath as Emperor Sons and Emperor Daughters, those strongest young generation's supremes.
At the same time, Ye Chen once again arrived before the trial gate of the Supreme Ancient Pagoda. This time, no one dared to mock him.
Boom!
Ye Chen suddenly radiated light from his entire body. An extremely vast power of the Great Dao erupted within him, surging violently and majestically across the firmament, shaking the void.
In an instant, the previously immovable ancient pagoda gate suddenly trembled. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, it was slowly pushed open, opening inward.