Imperial Son An Yu was also slightly startled, then coldly made his move. "Battle Saint King, you, a mere Fourfold Heaven, are no match for me as I am now."
"Is that so?"
The response was only Ye Chen's calm words. Yet, from his heroic Saint Body erupted an aura of terror that could truly be called world-shaking, sweeping through the entire Misty Glow Secret Realm. It even caused the pitch-black Dao flames burning fiercely on Imperial Son An Yu's body to be directly extinguished. The latter stared at Ye Chen in shock, murmuring, "Late-stage Fivefold Heaven!?"
"Congratulations, you guessed right. Unfortunately, no prize."
A cold arc lifted at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth as he strode forward. With each step, the aura emanating from his body intensified, finally reaching its peak, instantly attaining the level of Fivefold Heaven's pinnacle. The fearsomeness of his aura was no weaker, and even stronger, than that of an ordinary Eightfold Heaven Great Power.
"To deal with you, I did not hesitate to consume one seventh-rank high-grade pill and one eighth-rank low-grade pill to recover, and also fortunately broke through. You should consider yourself fortunate."
Boom—
The black flames on Imperial Son An Yu's body rekindled, even more intense than before. Moreover, his Essence Blood instantly burned to its limit, shortening his remaining time in this world to a mere moment. His power also climbed to the pinnacle of Fivefold Heaven. With a roar, terrifying might surged forth, and behind him appeared a towering, peerless Emperor's shadow, standing between heaven and earth, looking down upon all realms.
Then, that pitch-black Emperor's shadow shattered, transforming into unparalleled power that condensed onto An Yu's fist. The burning black flames became even more profound and pure, yet they also gave off a terror capable of annihilating all things in the world. Even an Imperial Son would face a fatal crisis.
"Battle Saint King, the final blow!"
Not hesitating to burn all his Essence Blood power, Imperial Son An Yu sought only to defeat his former great enemy—the Battle Saint King—while on an equal level!
Ye Chen also moved, executing the Myriad Realms Style of the Chaos Three Styles!
Boom—
The two figures passed by each other. Ye Chen's fist remained immortal and indestructible, its flesh still gleaming brilliantly.
A terrifying bloody hole appeared in Imperial Son An Yu's chest. Around the hole, countless cracks spread out in a spider-web pattern, covering his entire body.
Immediately, the black flames on his body extinguished, and his divine body began to dissipate inch by inch. He turned to look at Ye Chen, his eyes carrying a trace of desolation and helplessness.
"I told you, you would still lose!"
Ye Chen spoke slowly, watching Imperial Son An Yu's divine body rapidly disintegrate. Without looking back, he left, traversing the sky to arrive at another battlefield.
"Battle Saint King!"
The other three Imperial Sons' phantoms looked at Ye Chen with complex expressions. Their remaining time was not long, and having witnessed Ye Chen slay Imperial Son An Yu even in his strongest state of burning Essence Blood, they knew well they were no match for him.
All they could do now was try to delay time as much as possible, allowing their own offspring or direct disciples to leave. That would be enough to satisfy them.
"All of you, stay."
Ye Chen gazed into the distance at the seven peerless prodigies about to leave the Misty Glow Secret Realm. Suddenly, seven figures appeared from his body, then shot forward at a speed imperceptible to all.
"Battle Saint King!"
The three Imperial Sons' phantoms naturally noticed this, their expressions changing as they all tried to rush over. However, the three Supreme Heavenly Prides intercepted their paths, preventing them from leaving.
Even if they were fearless and could break through, it would still require some time.
And within that time, it would be more than enough for the Battle Saint King to accomplish everything he wished.
"What is this?"
Before the seven peerless prodigies, a figure had appeared before each of them at this very moment. Those figures were all unmistakably the Battle Saint King.
"Seven clones? They definitely aren't as terrifying as the main body. Perhaps they are just illusions formed from divine power. Let's attack and shatter them, then leave!"
Although the seven were greatly shocked, they quickly reacted. No matter how heaven-defying the Battle Saint King was, it was absolutely impossible for him to split into seven. Seven clones could not possibly be as terrifying as his Chaos Supreme Body; they might not even be as powerful as the Essence Blood Dao bodies of the four Imperial Sons' phantoms. Most likely, this was just a form of intimidation.
They immediately attacked, charging at the seven Ye Chen clones.
"You guessed wrong. Although not as good as the Chaos Supreme Body, they are more than enough to deal with the likes of you!"
The seven clones moved, all erupting with astonishing might as they charged head-on.
Boom boom boom—
In the distance, the seven peerless prodigies were instantly swept away. Almost all of them had their flesh torn apart, covered in blood, their divine souls dimming. They were so utterly weak.
Then, all seven were captured and brought back, their divine power sealed. Covered in blood and in a wretched state, they landed before Ye Chen like stray dogs.
"Strong, far too heaven-defyingly strong!"
The other trial Heavenly Prides watching from afar trembled inwardly. Although they knew the Battle Saint King would inevitably suppress the seven peerless prodigies, they never imagined that just seven mere clones acting could achieve an instantaneous sweep.
Those were the offspring or direct disciples of Imperial Sons and Daughters. Even if they weren't the strongest young supremes, they were definitely not weak. Yet, before a truly heaven-defying strongest young supreme like the Battle Saint King, they appeared so utterly weak. It was truly heart-shaking.
The three Imperial Sons' phantoms watched the seven, their hearts trembling. Wanting to rush over but blocked again by the three Supreme Heavenly Prides, they looked at Ye Chen and said, "Battle Saint King, they are our offspring or direct disciples, mere juniors. We hope you, as a great figure, can be magnanimous and not kill them."
Although they were all strong, deemed invincible among peers, their true bodies were all in the Ten Heavens Realm. Circumstances forced their hand. Knowing that the Battle Saint King had always been forceful and domineering, their words now carried a somewhat pleading tone. They did not wish to provoke him, lest he truly become angry and, in a fit of rage, kill all seven.
Seeing the three Imperial Sons' phantoms somewhat yield, the faces of the seven peerless prodigies burned with shame, feeling somewhat unable to bear it.
They clearly understood how forceful their fathers or masters usually were, fearing no one. But now, to protect their safety, they had no choice but to retreat somewhat. This was something never seen before. It was because of them that their fathers or masters were acting this way. It was their fault; they felt they had no face to see them.
"Father!"
The Supreme Three Heroes called out to the Imperial Son phantom wreathed in crimson-gold light—that was the father of the three of them. In the past, he had always been forceful to the end. But the scene before them now brought tears to their eyes. Unwilling to see their father like this, they hurriedly spoke, "Father, you must not do this. If we three brothers die, so be it. As long as you remain in the future, you will surely be able to suppress and kill this Battle Saint King to avenge us."
"Silence!"
That Imperial Son phantom shouted, stopping the three's words. Then he looked at Ye Chen. On his always cold and arrogant face now appeared a somewhat stiff gentleness as he cupped his fists from afar. "Battle Saint King, it was my three sons who were disrespectful to you. But considering they are all juniors, I ask for your understanding."
The other peerless prodigies were also scolded by the other Imperial Sons' phantoms, but their gazes towards Ye Chen all held a trace of pleading, all for the sake of their offspring or direct disciples.