"Trying to imitate your father? Unfortunately, you are not your father the Great Emperor, and I am not that ancient Great Emperor of the Sealed Realm who was gravely injured in the Emperor Battle and then ambushed by your father!"
Ye Chen's expression was icy cold as he spoke the truth of that past event.
The reason the ancient Great Emperor of the Sealed Realm was severely wounded by Mo Luo Great Emperor's Thirteen Annihilation Styles, his blood staining the Chaos Sea, was because he had already endured a terrifying Emperor Battle beforehand and was gravely injured. Mo Luo Great Emperor had also struck from the shadows, suddenly launching his attack, thus creating that situation.
But Imperial Son An Yu was destined to be unable to imitate his father and gravely injure Ye Chen. Just as the latter said, An Yu was not Mo Luo Great Emperor, and Ye Chen was not the severely wounded ancient Great Emperor of the Sealed Realm.
Ye Chen was equally formidable. He too had mastered Emperor Techniques. In an instant, he unleashed the Annihilating Immortal Style from the Eight Slaying Immortal Styles. His entire being transformed abruptly, as if the Slaying Immortal Great Emperor had been reincarnated, his demonic might peerless, his killing intent unparalleled.
Yet behind him, a halo manifested—a divine halo containing Primal Holy Light, transforming into a holy light sun that purified all things and countered demonic radiance.
This was a peak battle, the most supreme collision among the younger generation, a great confrontation that even Supreme Heavenly Prides needed to gaze upon with admiration.
Imperial Son An Yu was powerful. As an Imperial Son, his bloodline was peerless, he had achieved the status of Strongest Young Supreme, and he had mastered the flawless Emperor Dao inheritance of his father, the ancient Great Emperor. Naturally, he was terrifying.
But Ye Chen was even stronger. He was the Chaos Young Supreme, possessing the most perfect, most powerful Chaos Holy Body, and he had mastered more than one Emperor Scripture, Emperor Technique, and Emperor Dao profound meaning.
In their fierce collisions, each time they employed supreme power, reaching the peak, capable of easily severely wounding or even killing Supreme Heavenly Prides of the same level.
At this point, both sides clearly understood that to kill the other, without employing ultimate means, it would be impossible to achieve in a short time.
Yet after merely a few dozen exchanges, both sides flashed back.
Ye Chen's Chaos Holy Fist collided with Imperial Son An Yu's Black Gold War Halberd, sparks flying like meteors streaking across the sky, shattering time and space, extremely terrifying.
However, his fist was indestructible, containing incomparably terrifying power. With a thunderous boom, even Imperial Son An Yu could not withstand it. His entire body was sent flying backward, the tiger's mouth of both his hands torn open, blood flowing forth.
Swoosh—
Strike while the iron is hot. Ye Chen was well-versed in this principle. He pressed his advantage, chasing after him like lightning, closing in and unleashing a move—All Ages Turn to Void!
All dao techniques turned to void. Imperial Son An Yu's expression changed drastically. All his dao techniques were instantly erased and scattered in a flash. Only his physical strength remained, but by then, it was too late to resist.
"You are still destined to lose!"
Ye Chen spoke these words coldly, striking out like lightning. With a tearing sound, he forcibly ripped open the other's left arm with his bare hand, blood splattering across heaven and earth.
Imperial Son An Yu flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth. His eyes held a trace of disbelief and a hint of despondency.
He had lost. Just like on the Fifth Trial Continent back then, when the Battle Saint King tore off one of his arms before the eyes of the world.
Only back then, they could still engage in a peak confrontation, fighting bitterly without end. Now, he had lost so quickly, not even a hundred exchanges, and he had suffered such a fate.
Ye Chen stood tall between heaven and earth, bathed in ancient Chaos Qi. Behind him, tenfold divine halos unfurled, impervious to all techniques, indestructible to all Daos, one man eternal.
He looked down from a commanding height at the falling Imperial Son An Yu, his gaze both disdainful and condescending.
The entire scene fell silent. Not just the battlefield in this stretch of sky, but the many Imperial Sons and Imperial Daughters, the Supreme Heavenly Prides, and the countless people below in Ascension Ancient Capital who were closely watching all this—their hearts trembled.
The Battle Saint King was truly too heaven-defying. Even an Imperial Son was no match for him. It was not without reason that Imperial Son Poluo and Imperial Maiden Mohe were suppressed one after another.
"Heaven-defying!"
"This is the peerless Battle Saint King!"
"Who dares say the Battle Saint King used underhanded means to suppress Imperial Son Poluo and Imperial Maiden Mohe? Today, in a fair battle, Imperial Son An Yu is no match. The Battle Saint King has truly proven his peerless, invincible bearing."
"As long as the Battle Saint King does not die today, all the Imperial Sons, Imperial Daughters, and Immortal Dao descendants of this world who wish to contend for the 'Supreme' Immortal Fate in the future will need to cross the hurdle that is the Battle Saint King."
"Perhaps in Cosmos Heaven City, when the Battle Saint King slew the Divine King, he truly relied on his own means!"
In Ascension Ancient Capital, countless people were deeply shaken in their hearts. There was awe, reverence, admiration, worship... various expressions were all present!
However, the Battle Saint King's invincibility was already publicly acknowledged.
In a fair battle, the alien Imperial Son An Yu had lost, falling down, filled with despondency, becoming a stepping stone on the Emperor's Path, achieving the Battle Saint King and making his prestige even more glorious, even more dazzling.
Without a doubt, the title of the younger generation's number one, belonging to the Battle Saint King, began to be increasingly acknowledged by the world from this moment on.
He was also destined to become someone countless members of the younger generation in the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain would look up to and worship.
"I am unwilling!"
The falling Imperial Son An Yu roared, his expression filled with boundless unwillingness. He refused to believe it. Years of arduous cultivation, countless times greater than back then, yet he still lost to the same person, and lost even faster. It was hard for him to accept. Even his Dao Heart had developed a flaw.
As long as he did not kill the Battle Saint King for a single day, he would be unable to achieve the Dao for a single day, to truly ascend to the Emperor realm.
"Imperial Son Young Ancestor!"
Below, the Divine King from Imperial Son An Yu's Moro Imperial Clan spoke up, sounding somewhat anxious.
"Even if you are unwilling, you are still no match for me. You can only become a stepping stone on my path to Emperorhood."
Ye Chen descended from the sky. He intended to deliver the final fatal blow to Imperial Son An Yu.
"The one who will die is you!"
Imperial Son An Yu roared. The third eye in the center of his brow suddenly opened.
Boom—
A terrifying black light shot out, enveloping this stretch of the firmament, covering everything, causing heaven and earth to lose their color, the world to fall silent.
A dark great world manifested, ancient and filled with primordial aura, as if not long after the separation of heaven and earth.
Within it, in the center of the earth, an ancient ancestral altar stood majestically, accompanied by boundless sacrificial chants, as if endless living beings were reciting scriptures, praying, chanting.
"This move again?"
Ye Chen watched all this coldly. Back on the Fifth Trial Continent, he had faced this move from Imperial Son An Yu before—the ultimate forbidden killing move.
On the ancient ancestral altar, a majestic figure so vast it blotted out the sky slowly manifested. All the stars of the heavens seemed incredibly tiny before it.
It was an Emperor's shadow. The figure of an ancient Great Emperor seemed to traverse time and space from an infinitely distant era, crossing over, looking down from a commanding height.
That supremely noble Emperor's shadow was none other than Imperial Son An Yu, handsome as jade, accompanied by incomparable great majesty, as if he had already become an Emperor, making all living beings of the myriad realms submit.
In his hand, his left arm was intact and flawless, just like back then, gripping the Black Gold War Halberd.
"Even if you unleash the forbidden divine ability of the third eye, the Emperor-Bestowed Heavenly Eye, you will still lose!" Ye Chen declared.