On the other side, another Imperial Son, hailing from the Hangu Universe, was the Eight-Headed Imperial Son, the legendary Chaos Holy Spirit, the Eight-Headed Great Serpent. At this moment, a phantom of the Eight-Headed Great Serpent appeared behind him.
The phantom was incomparably massive, each snake head with its neck stretching a hundred thousand li. The Eight-Headed Great Serpent danced between heaven and earth, actually wielding the power of the Great Dao laws of the eight attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, yin, and yang. Each snake head spewed forth such vast divine might, as if capable of sweeping away and destroying everything, unstoppable.
"Eight Origin Daos. This Eight-Headed Imperial Son is not simple."
At that moment, Ye Chen was startled, privately understanding the terrifying nature of these Eight Origin Daos, because his own Chaos Small Universe contained the power of the Eight Origin Daos. He hadn't expected this Eight-Headed Great Serpent to also comprehend them.
If he were any other Imperial Son, Imperial Maiden, or Immortal Dao Descendant, it might be one thing, but Ye Chen also mastered the attribute power of the Eight Origin Daos. Behind him, a hazy phantom vaguely appeared, resembling a great world, yet giving a feeling many times more transcendent and magnificent.
Within it, the power of eight origin daos distinctly manifested, similarly transforming into streams of radiant light that fiercely collided with the other's.
Boom—
It was as if all the heavens trembled violently. The two forces collided, mutually canceling each other out.
The Eight-Headed Imperial Son also revealed a look of shock on his face, seemingly not expecting Ye Chen to also possess the mighty power of the Eight Origin Daos.
One must know that the Eight-Headed Great Serpent, as a Chaos Holy Spirit, seemed to innately master the power of the Eight Origin Daos. Yet this Battle Saint King also mastered them.
However, upon remembering he was the Chaos Young Supreme, understanding dawned, and his heart grew even gloomier. The more this was the case, the more it highlighted the fearsomeness of the Battle Saint King.
Boom—
At this moment, the Heaven-Suppressing Pagoda struck, heavily impacting the Eight-Headed Great Serpent phantom of the Eight-Headed Imperial Son. With a deafening roar, the Eight-Headed Great Serpent phantom violently shook, then let out a shrill cry. Not long after, this Eight-Headed Great Serpent phantom completely shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Simultaneously, Ye Chen, carrying the Chaos Great Cauldron, arrived like lightning. One man and one cauldron attacked from both sides, jointly dealing with the Eight-Headed Imperial Son.
"No—"
The Eight-Headed Imperial Son immediately manifested the true form of the Eight-Headed Great Serpent. It was an incomparably gigantic eight-headed great snake, each head and body a hundred thousand li long. Dancing between heaven and earth, it brought boundless pressure. Yet at this moment, the Chaos Great Cauldron struck, a sea of Chaos Dao flames flooding down, burning all the snake heads.
Ye Chen, bringing the Thousand-Handed Asura, accompanied by the Heaven-Suppressing Pagoda, pummeled the true form of the Eight-Headed Great Serpent until it was repeatedly mangled and tattered, blood spraying across heaven and earth—a truly miserable sight.
Among the attacks, the Heaven-Shaking Hands continuously swept out, like a heavenly sword, snow-white as jade, its radiance surpassing snow. Accompanied by blood light splattering across ten thousand li of sky, two massive snake heads of the Eight-Headed Great Serpent plummeted from the firmament, staining the vast heavens.
The Eight-Headed Imperial Son shrieked miserably, filled with agony.
To strike when the enemy is wounded and take his life had always been Ye Chen's style. He pressed the advantage, aiming to sever the other six heads of the Eight-Headed Great Serpent. Doing so would be equivalent to truly beheading the Eight-Headed Imperial Son.
However, Fairy Zixuan and the final Imperial Maiden naturally would not sit idly by and allow the Eight-Headed Imperial Son to be killed. They were all in the same boat and desperately intervened to stop this.
"If the Time Imperial Son were still here, you might have some chance of resisting me. But now—"
Ye Chen sneered coldly. His black hair flowed loosely, his figure shrouded in Chaos mist, overlooking heaven and earth. Wielding the Sun-Destroying War Spear, he launched a fierce assault.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom—
The Emperor Son-level battle continued to erupt, with Ye Chen alone facing four Imperial Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants.
He was peerlessly valiant, truly like the youth of the strongest Emperor, even more ferocious. He continuously unleashed one supreme divine ability and magical technique after another, incorporating Emperor Art moves, and even his own created Chaos Dao techniques. At this moment, all his divine might was unleashed to the extreme.
Infinite radiance surged mightily, placing the four Imperial Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants under immense pressure, their expressions all extremely grave.
They had to admit that the Battle Saint King was indeed powerful to a startling degree. In a real battle, even the four of them combined, Imperial Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants, actually found it difficult to gain much of an upper hand.
Although the Battle Saint King's realm was slightly higher than theirs by a hair, at the absolute peak of the Eighth Heaven, while they were basically at the late Eighth Heaven—not a huge difference—yet the four of them combined still struggled to gain the upper hand. In fact, they seemed subtly suppressed.
This feeling was undoubtedly quite shocking. It also demonstrated from the side just what level the Battle Saint King's current combat power had reached—absolutely heaven-defying cultivation. If this continued, they would be slaughtered one by one.
No, they had to think of a way to stop this.
The great battle continued. Both sides fought fiercely, each shedding blood—even Ye Chen was no exception. Chaos blood sprinkled across the firmament and earth, carrying wisps of ancient Chaos aura, supremely transcendent and mysterious.
They had even seriously wounded each other. For instance, Fairy Zixuan had half her delicate jade-like body torn open; the Ancient Ruins Imperial Son had his head blasted open into a large bloody hole; the Eight-Headed Imperial Son had five of his heads severed; and the final Imperial Maiden had her heart pierced.
Naturally, no matter how powerful Ye Chen was, he also paid a bloody price. His Chaos Saint Body was torn open several times, but ultimately, Chaos remained indestructible and peerless.
This battle made all onlookers tremble in their hearts, especially the younger generation. On the human side, blood boiled with excitement. That figure battling across heaven and earth seemed like an invincible war god, leaving an indelible mark in their hearts.
This man, this Battle Saint King, was the goal they hoped to pursue their entire lives, wishing that one day they too could reach the same heights.
In contrast, the opposing Heaven's Prides and talents from various Emperor Clans, Immortal Clans, and Mythical Emperor Domains were all frightened and trembling. Merely watching the battle, they felt the immense pressure emanating from the human Battle Saint King—an invincible Heaven's Pride possessing peerless Emperor bearing, one that even Imperial Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants could not compare to.
He was the invincible Chaos Young Supreme, transcending above the strongest young supremes.
In fact, which of the watching Imperial Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants was not trembling in their hearts? The Divine King-level Imperial Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants at this moment were also silent, no longer refuting.
Unconsciously, this was a form of recognition for Ye Chen.
To single-handedly face four Emperor Sons, Imperial Maidens, and Immortal Dao Descendants of the same level—even they could not do it.
They were unwilling to admit it, yet had to acknowledge just how stunningly brilliant the Battle Saint King's combat power was.