To the naked eye, the range of Ye Chen's Primordial Holy Light was rapidly suppressed, continuously shrinking as it was surrounded on all sides by that boundless devil light.
In the end, the area the Primordial Holy Light could envelop was merely a ten-zhang radius centered on Ye Chen, covering the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor beside him and transforming into a cocoon of light.
The powerhouses sighed inwardly. The imperial clan's Old Antique was truly too powerful. From the very first move, it was such a world-shaking technique. No matter how astonishingly talented this Master Qian was, he would likely die today.
The so-called hundred moves of frontal combat were simply impossible. At this level, every single move and technique contained peerless killing moves, immeasurable in power.
Yet Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome face remaining utterly calm and unperturbed, as if nothing in the world could make him change expression. He raised his eyes to look at the imperial clan's Old Antique, who was striding through the void within the boundless devil light.
"Junior, although bullying the small with size and the weak with strength is somewhat dishonorable, you can only blame yourself for making the wrong choice."
The imperial clan's Old Antique looked down at Ye Chen from above, his gaze cold. He then extended a withered hand, holding a scepter as dry and bark-like as his own flesh, yet emitting a strange, eerie radiance. He gently pointed it downward at the cocoon of light below and uttered, "Break!"
Crack—
The Primordial Holy Light cocoon, now reduced to a ten-zhang radius, could no longer withstand the pressure. A crack appeared on its surface, then branched out like a tree limb, rapidly multiplying into several, dozens, and then countless fissures, spreading like a spiderweb across every inch of the cocoon.
Boom—
It couldn't hold on for long. In just a moment, the cocoon of light completely shattered.
The dark, sinister devil light surged and overwhelmed Ye Chen and the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor within, completely submerging them. Their figures vanished.
Their auras vanished too!
The imperial clan's Old Antique said indifferently, "To reach this level at such a young age is indeed quite remarkable. Unfortunately, you are still too young. Did you truly think you were like those strongest young supremes, the imperial sons and daughters or the children of the Immortal Dao? A peerless talent of a generation standing against my Brah Emperor Clan has only one path—death."
The entire arena fell silent!
Had the Alchemy Master Qian and the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor both perished?
Many felt regret, especially for Qian. He was an alchemy master of a generation, with limitless future prospects. But he made the wrong choice, stood against an imperial clan, and met his end.
"What a pity. Fellow Daoist Qian died just like that," Zhou Yun below couldn't help but sigh with regret.
But beside him, A Beinu was also present. The peerlessly elegant beauty said calmly, "No, he will be fine."
Among the crowd, the six royal clan super-talents also kept their gazes fixed, for they too believed.
"Let's go!"
The imperial clan's Old Antique turned to leave, calling for the other members of the Brah Emperor Clan to depart as well.
"Leaving before the fight is even over?"
Just then, however, a young voice rang out from within the devil light enveloping the Zhou Tian Battle Stage, drawing everyone's attention.
"Who is it?"
The Brah Emperor Clan's powerhouses were startled!
The other powerhouses also focused their attention.
Boom—
From within the immeasurable devil light that had submerged the entire Zhou Tian Battle Stage, dazzling Primordial Holy Light suddenly erupted, then exploded outward at an astonishing speed.
Billions of zhang of Primordial Holy Light surged forth, tearing through layer upon layer of pitch-black devil light at an incredible pace, like countless holy light swords cleaving through the vast territory shrouded in devil light.
Almost in an instant, one-fifth of the devil light on the entire Zhou Tian Battle Stage was swept away by the Primordial Holy Light, and the cleared area continued to expand at a terrifying rate.
Visible to the naked eye, at the center of the Primordial Holy Light stood Ye Chen and the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor, both safe and sound, completely unharmed, floating in the void. The boundless, endless Primordial Holy Light erupted from Ye Chen's body.
"Weren't you killed?"
The Brah Emperor Clan's powerhouses were shocked, unable to believe it. These two had actually survived before the imperial clan's Old Antique.
Ye Chen smiled faintly. "If a Divine King had come, there might have been some possibility. But below the Divine King—"
"You cannot kill me!"
The moment his words fell, the Primordial Holy Light seemed to receive an immense boost. From that one-fifth area, it tore through the layers of devil light like lightning. In mere moments, it had already swept through more than half the area and was continuing to overwhelm the rest at a fearsome speed.
Even the devil light unleashed by the imperial clan's Old Antique found it difficult to block this Primordial Holy Light.
The imperial clan's Old Antique also slightly changed expression. He struck the void heavily with his dark scepter, and even more terrifying devil light appeared, transforming into eighteen enormous pitch-black Devil Dragons that roared as they charged toward Ye Chen and his companion.
"A mere alien race dares to use dragon arts before us?"
Ye Chen laughed. Without needing the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor to act, his spine trembled as if a True Dragon were swimming within. A vast dragon power surged forth, coursing through his entire body. Then, beneath the Primordial Holy Light, ten True Dragons appeared, traversing the sky.
Each was a thousand li long, radiating intense dragon majesty. They were clearly the ten strands of Imperial Dragon Qi he had seized.
By now, Ye Chen had long since imbued the ten strands of Imperial Dragon Qi with wisps of dragon origin, containing the might of True Dragons, unleashing the Imperial Dragon Qi of the Hua Imperial Dynasty's supreme expert.
Naturally, Ye Chen couldn't reveal his identity too early. He concealed it with the Primordial Holy Light. Ten holy light dragons soared through the sky, colliding like lightning with the opponent's eighteen Devil Dragons.
Although the opponent's Devil Dragons held the advantage in numbers, the holy light dragons were stronger. The moment they collided, the outcome was immediately clear. They swiftly destroyed the opponent's eighteen Devil Dragons.
At the same time, Ye Chen moved, taking the initiative to attack for the first time.
With a boom, he tore through the sky, charging toward the imperial clan's Old Antique with boundless holy light, completely suppressing the opponent's pitch-black devil light. The situation was entirely one-sided.
The entire city was shocked!
Was even the Old Antique no match?
The imperial clan's Old Antique's expression changed, as if he hadn't expected Ye Chen to be so powerful. However, he also snorted coldly. "The junior indeed has some skill. But if you want to defeat this old one, you are still too young."
He pointed forward with his withered, tree-like scepter. Each point released a ray of devil light pure to the extreme, pitch-black and unfathomable, interwoven with terrifying devil patterns, carrying power that would make even a ninth-level Great Power pale.
"World-Destroying Devil Light!"
Accompanied by the imperial clan's Old Antique's low, cold shout, these rays of World-Destroying Devil Light all blasted toward Ye Chen.
This was the imperial clan's Old Antique's greatest killing move. Each ray could destroy the inner world of a Great Power's origin. Now, a full nine rays appeared, enough to make even a fellow Old Antique supreme expert feel a fatal threat.
Under the nine rays of World-Destroying Devil Light, even the Primordial Holy Light could not completely block them. It was pierced through, and all nine rays blasted toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's expression remained serene. Having reached the late seventh level, he was far from comparable to his self before entering the Niqiang Emperor's tomb. Dealing with an Old Antique no longer required such strenuous effort. He flipped his palm, and a mass of Primordial Holy Light appeared, containing the purest holy light. It transformed into a Sacred Lotus, which he then flicked his sleeve to send flying toward the nine rays of World-Destroying Devil Light.
Primordial Sacred Lotus!