"A hundred years?!"
Upon hearing this, many were astonished, wondering what exactly needed to be done in a hundred years.
A century was a lifetime for mortals, but for cultivators like them, especially those who had reached the Great Power realm and above, it was merely a fleeting moment.
However, the current era was the most crucial Golden Great Era, where Heaven's Pride talents from all races vied for supremacy, all striving for the "Supreme One" immortal fate located within the Ten Heavenly Emperor Halls.
Once used by Ye Chen and the others, they would be destined to be unable to participate in this era's eternal struggle for their own clan's Heaven's Pride.
Although many major forces felt the hope of their own clan's Heaven's Pride becoming number one wasn't particularly great, this was the only hope across endless ages, and they were still unwilling to give it up.
Immediately, some members of the royal clans spoke up bluntly: "Battle Saint King, although a hundred years isn't long, we are in an era of great contention and are all very busy. We apologize, we cannot assist. Please let us leave, establish a friendly connection, and we will surely repay you heavily in the future!"
One by one, the royal clan experts soared into the sky and directly departed.
In an instant, over a dozen royal clans had left.
Yet Ye Chen watched these people indifferently and said, "Will, stop them."
"Alright!"
Without another word, Will directly manipulated the Emperor Realm Power, transforming it into a hanging heavenly curtain that spanned between heaven and earth. Vast Emperor Realm Power descended, impossible to cross.
"Battle Saint King, what is the meaning of this?"
"You said you wouldn't make things difficult for us, but what is this?"
Some experts spoke up, and even the other Nine Tribulation Divine Kings besides that old Divine King frowned.
"Originally, I didn't intend to be this forceful and wanted to be polite and courteous, but you all insist on refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Ye Chen sneered. Did they really think he was easy to bully? It was well known that he was famous for being forceful and domineering.
Immediately, his gaze became many times more blazing, causing many to dare not look directly at him. His icy voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Now I give you a choice: either die, or serve as slaves for a hundred years!"
"What? Serve as slaves for a hundred years?!"
"Battle Saint King, you're going back on your word!"
"If you want us to be slaves, we'd rather die!"
Within the Imperial Hall, numerous experts from the various major forces spoke up, including the four Nine Tribulation Divine Kings, whose expressions darkened, clearly indicating their stance—they could not become slaves.
And one by one, they displayed terrifying fighting spirit, pointing from afar at Ye Chen.
Among them, some remained calm, such as Silver Moon Divine King, the white-clothed beauty, and some other supremely powerful Supreme Talents. From beginning to end, they had not uttered a single word, possessing an unperturbed demeanor.
Others like Tuoba Mo, Jian Tian, and Luo Wusheng looked at Ye Chen with complex expressions.
Ye Chen sneered, and Will beside him did the same, ascending once more to the Emperor's Throne, peerless and unmatched. With a cold snort, accompanied by vast and unparalleled Emperor Dao majesty, boundless pressure surged forth, appearing overwhelmingly.
*Puff puff puff—*
Within the Imperial Hall, the several Nine Tribulation Divine Kings and the numerous experts from the various royal clans all changed expressions drastically, subjected to unimaginable pressure. It was as if mortals were carrying a great mountain on their backs; their bodies trembled as if about to shatter.
Some truly couldn't withstand it and were crushed to pieces. Others all had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, looking at all this in shock and terror.
Because the other party truly intended to be forceful to the end.
"Either death or servitude. Which do you choose?"
On the Emperor's Throne, Will spoke. He wore the Emperor's Crown and the Emperor's Ring, majestic and inviolable, looking down from on high as if an ancient Great Emperor was overlooking all living beings in the world, brooking no refusal.
Among them, someone roared unwillingly: "Battle Saint King, you're going back on your word! Didn't you say you'd let us go?"
Ye Chen said coldly, "Earlier, I politely discussed terms with you, but you were all arrogant and dismissive. Now that I'm forceful, you say I'm going back on my word. What exactly do you want me to say?"
"You were given face but refused to take it!"
Will spoke even more directly, causing a large group of people to flush red.
Indeed, because not long ago, Ye Chen had already spoken, giving them ample face. But many royal clans bluntly said they had no time and wanted to leave. Others remained silent, most likely wanting to follow them and leave.
Now that they weren't given face, they said it was the other party's fault.
"Battle Saint King, you have already offended the nine imperial clans. Now, if you offend our various major forces as well, will you dare to travel the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain in the future?" Among them, an Old Antique from the Luo Tian Royal Clan spoke, his words carrying a threatening tone.
"That's right, Battle Saint King. We advise you to release us. Otherwise, from now on in the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain, you will be like rats scurrying across the street, chased and beaten by everyone!"
Others chimed in, wanting to use this to threaten Ye Chen, make him apprehensive, and let them go.
*Whoosh—*
Ye Chen's figure moved, flashing to the front of the Luo Tian Royal Clan's Old Antique. One hand reached out, grabbed the Old Antique by the neck, and lifted him high, as if lifting a small chick. He looked down with disdain, speaking indifferently and ruthlessly: "Threaten me? Even Emperor Sons and Emperor Daughters I dare to suppress. Imperial clans I dare to offend, let alone mere royal clans? How laughable—"
*Boom—*
From Ye Chen's palm erupted violently. He executed the Heaven-Breaking Style of the Chaos Three Styles, and an utterly terrifying destructive force immediately invaded the Luo Tian Royal Clan Old Antique's body.
*Boom—*
The next moment, the Luo Tian Royal Clan Old Antique directly perished, body and Dao extinguished, dead beyond dead, his soul infant annihilated into nothingness.
Shocking!
Killing an Old Antique of a royal clan over a disagreement!
This Battle Saint King was too forceful!
Immediately, Ye Chen looked at the others. His gaze was cold and ruthless. Wherever it swept, the experts of the other various forces all averted their eyes, not daring to look directly, not wanting to be targeted by this great slaughter star, Ye Chen.
Had they not seen how even the Luo Tian Royal Clan's Old Antique was easily slain, utterly unafraid of the royal clan's threats? Let alone others—he would kill as he pleased!
"Battle Saint King, what do you want?"
Someone spoke up.
"Either servitude or death!" Ye Chen said calmly.
The expressions of everyone changed repeatedly. However, facing such a forceful Battle Saint King and facing Will who controlled the Emperor Realm Power—even an Ancient Monarch was no match for them, let alone them—they ultimately sighed softly after hesitation.
"I agree!"
"I agree too!"
The various major forces all agreed one by one, each only able to unwillingly accept reality.
Although they said they'd rather die than become slaves, when it truly came to this step, they would obviously make the corresponding choice—preferring servitude over death.
This was their choice.
"And you?" Ye Chen looked at the four Nine Tribulation Divine Kings, who had yet to respond.
"Unwilling to be slaves!" The four Nine Tribulation Divine Kings still responded thus, but added: "However, we can assist you for a hundred years."