Qin Wushuang was severely wounded, plummeting from the heavens, trailing brilliant golden saintly blood.
In contrast, a figure wreathed in ancient Chaos Qi slowly stepped out, treading upon the void as if walking on invisible steps, descending leisurely from the sky. His black hair drifted in the wind, his transcendent demeanor drawing all eyes. Who else could it be but Ye Chen?
The two Battle Saints had clashed head-on, fighting at the same level. The final result was clear: Ye Chen emerged victorious, while Qin Wushuang suffered defeat—a complete and utter defeat.
This scene left countless members of the Imperial Clan Qin Family unable to believe it, especially the younger generation. Losing in close combat to a Saint Body was one thing; the gap, while present, wasn't overwhelmingly obvious. However, in this real battle, even with Qin Wushuang going all out, there wasn't even a so-called fierce struggle. He was defeated in the first exchange of Battle Saint Arts. In the second, when the opponent unleashed his self-created Chaos Three Styles, Qin Wushuang was utterly and completely routed, his body covered in wounds, his saintly form drenched in blood, a truly shocking sight.
For countless Qin family members, especially the younger generation, this was no less than the collapse of their faith.
The invincible Qin Wushuang had been defeated. The invincible Battle Saint had been bested by another.
Whoosh—
From the Imperial Clan Qin Family, a Divine King expert had long since stepped forward to catch Qin Wushuang's injured body. After a careful examination, he let out a slight sigh of relief. Although covered in blood and seemingly severely injured, the wounds were mostly superficial; there were few true internal injuries.
Rumble—
With the operation of the Saint Body Regeneration Technique, Qin Wushuang's injuries were quickly repaired until he was completely intact. Only the blood on his body remained unwiped. He raised his head to look at Ye Chen's elegant figure descending from the sky, a faint trace of gloom flashing imperceptibly in his eyes.
Clearly, this battle had dealt him a significant blow.
Since his debut, since becoming a Battle Saint, he had been invincible, peerless in the world, never finding a true opponent among his peers and generation. Now, emerging into the world, his first battle against someone of the same generation and level had ended his glorious record. There wasn't even a proper, fierce fight—just a complete defeat.
For someone as proud as him, this was an immense blow.
Ye Chen landed before Qin Wushuang, looking directly at the Qin family's Battle Saint.
Qin Wushuang met his gaze. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice tinged with unconcealed despondency: "I have been defeated!"
I have been defeated!
Four simple words, yet heavier than the heavens themselves, for they were uttered by a Battle Saint once considered invincible in the world. Their weight was undeniable.
For the entire younger generation of the Imperial Clan Qin Family, it was also a tremendous blow.
Ye Chen said calmly, "You were defeated. Defeated by me, but more so, defeated by yourself."
Hearing this, Qin Wushuang's eyes suddenly erupted with dazzling light, making it hard for others to look directly at him as he stared at Ye Chen. "What do you mean?"
"Being defeated by me is not a blow to you. You are a Battle Saint, strong, a Supreme Talent of the young generation. But ask yourself: can you definitely defeat the Son of the Southern Palace Emperor? Or the other Emperor Sons and Daughters, the Immortal Dao Descendants of the same level?" Ye Chen countered with a question instead of answering.
Qin Wushuang remained silent for a long time, ultimately shaking his head.
Although he believed in his own invincibility, he lacked absolute confidence when facing true Emperor Sons and Daughters or Immortal Dao Descendants of the same level. He had fought them before and knew the true power of these Supreme Descendants who carried the bloodlines of Emperors and Supreme Immortals. They were not much weaker than him; even in a life-or-death battle, victory would be difficult.
This was a point he had to admit.
Ye Chen, however, gave a light smile, filled with undeniable confidence. "In a battle at the same level, I suppress them, even slay them. There would be no accident."
"Impossible!"
Qin Wushuang was greatly shocked. Other members of the Imperial Clan Qin Family also shook their heads in disbelief. These Emperor Sons and Daughters, these Immortal Dao Descendants, were incredibly powerful. Even Qin Wushuang dared not claim absolute victory over them. Yet this outsider Battle Saint spoke such grand words—it was sheer arrogance.
However, just as someone was about to rebuke him, they were horrified to discover that those Emperor Sons and Daughters, those Immortal Dao Descendants, remained silent one by one, their expressions shadowy and uncertain. None refuted his claim, as if they were tacitly acknowledging it.
How could this be?
Qin Wushuang found it even harder to believe.
Without speaking, Ye Chen allowed Mo Haishen, one of the Eight Supreme Talents behind him, to speak: "Before coming to the Imperial Clan Qin Family, our Lord alone confronted five Emperor Sons and Daughters and Immortal Dao Descendants, suppressing them one by one in the end. If you don't believe it, you can ask the experts from these Imperial Clans, Immortal Clans, and the Mythical Emperor Domain."
A rare silence fell over the scene. No one refuted the claim, causing the faces of the Qin family members to turn pale with shock one after another.
Could this person called the Battle Saint King really be terrifying to such an extent? Was he even human?
Qin Wushuang opened his mouth, recalling the scenes of his own easy defeat. No matter how tumultuous the waves of shock were in his heart, he had to admit that this seemed to be true.
Without such immense strength, could Ye Chen have so easily defeated him, a Battle Saint?
"So, being defeated by me is not a blow to you. You should know that even among the Emperor Sons and Daughters and Immortal Dao Descendants, two have perished by my hand." Ye Chen then dropped another bombshell of a message, undoubtedly striking the Imperial Clan Qin Family like a meteor crashing into the sea.
Facing countless disbelieving gazes, Ye Chen, calm and composed, summoned his Chaos Great Cauldron. Within it were the Imprints of numerous powerful experts. Among them, several were particularly eye-catching. Two appeared young, vivid, and lifelike, as if they might break free at any moment, carrying a divine charm of the Great Dao similar to that of Emperor Sons and Daughters and Immortal Dao Descendants. They were the life Imprints of the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Son and Hao Gongtian.
Seeing this, anyone from the Imperial Clan Qin Family revealed looks of horror.
There were also Imprint auras belonging to Divine Kings, similarly engraved on the cauldron's walls. Did this not mean this person had slain Divine Kings as well?
Thinking this, many members of the Imperial Clan Qin Family fell into a daze.
Slaying a Divine King against the natural order—what level of combat power was required to accomplish that?
However, considering he could so easily and completely defeat Qin Wushuang, and given Qin Wushuang's current strength—which could absolutely battle a First Tribulation Divine King—it wasn't impossible for Ye Chen to have achieved this.
Even though the various Imperial Clans, Immortal Clans, and the Mythical Emperor Domain already knew this, seeing the Imprints of the two Emperor Sons and Immortal Dao Descendant still sent tidal waves of shock churning in their hearts.
It constantly showcased the Battle Saint King's peerless, invincible nature.
Qin Wushuang, at the forefront, felt the greatest impact. All of this proved that if Ye Chen had truly intended to kill him earlier, he could have done so easily. He simply hadn't.
Qin Wushuang had never felt so insignificant before a peer in his entire life.
Even as a Battle Saint, his life and death were still held in another's hands.