Ye Chen appeared, standing in the sky above the Imperial City's Heavenly Palace. An intangible aura emanated from him, instantly causing the vast expanse of heaven and earth to solidify in a flash.
Luo Hua, the young master of the Tianluo Wangzu, despite being a super Great Power of the seventh heaven, found himself unable to move at this moment, as if restrained by the entire great world.
"Who did you say you were going to kill?"
A cold voice, containing a rolling killing intent that no one could ignore, caused the entire vast Heavenly Palace to turn icy.
"The Battle Saint King!"
"The Battle Saint King has actually come out. Could it be that the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan really are old acquaintances of the Battle Saint King?"
There were also many major forces of royal clan level within the Heavenly Palace, all quite astonished at this moment, feeling a sense of disbelief.
"Uncle Ye Chen."
Gu Qingyang, who had one arm torn off, grinned at the appearing Ye Chen, his smile bright and sunny, filled with joy and happiness. He knew Uncle Ye Chen wouldn't stand idly by.
Ye Chen took a single step to arrive beside Gu Qingyang. Seeing his torn-off arm, he felt heartache. With a grasp through the void, the severed arm returned. He applied the Divine King Revival Art, directly restoring it.
He said softly, "Qingyang, I'm sorry. Your uncle was late."
Gu Qingyang shook his head, still smiling brilliantly. "It's fine. As long as you're here now."
Ye Chen also saw Gu Jiuhua and Gu Qingshan below, nodding and smiling at them from afar. "Wait a moment. I'll handle some matters first."
Then he looked at Luo Hua, who was restrained and unable to move beside him. His gaze instantly turned many times colder. "Just now, it was you who wanted to kill Qingyang, wasn't it?"
Luo Hua's entire body was stiff, utterly unable to speak. At this moment, the chieftain of the Tianluo Wangzu rushed forward. He was a half-step Divine King, and the royal clan's Divine King ancestor of his clan had also arrived. However, before Ye Chen, who appeared much younger, they seemed quite reserved and nervous, hurriedly speaking up: "Your Highness Saint King, my son Luo Hua absolutely had no intention of killing Gu Qingyang. He was merely worried that someone might sneak into the human race's grand feast, and thus acted on his own. We beg Your Highness Saint King to be magnanimous and spare my son this once."
"Your Highness Saint King, please forgive us," the royal clan's ancestor, a first-generation Divine King, also spoke respectfully, pleading for mercy.
The powerhouses in the Heavenly Palace were all shaken in their hearts. Although they had long heard that the Battle Saint King had now become a peerless Divine King, capable of suppressing ordinary Divine Kings with a raise of his hand, these were after all just rumors. Now, witnessing it firsthand, even a clan's Divine King ancestor showed such reverence and restraint; it was still very shocking.
Ye Chen looked at Gu Qingyang beside him, seeking his opinion.
Gu Qingyang had naturally sensed Luo Hua's killing intent earlier; it was clearly a murderous intent. However, he didn't wish to rely on his Uncle Ye Chen for everything. He said, "Uncle Ye Chen, please spare him."
Ye Chen frowned. "Are you sure? I can kill him. If this clan wants revenge, I can just wipe them out in passing."
Hearing the Battle Saint King's casual, light-hearted words, a collective intake of cold breath echoed through the Heavenly Palace.
A mere royal clan, wiped out in passing? Truly worthy of the Battle Saint King, not just ordinarily domineering and imposing!
However, upon careful thought, the Battle Saint King had indeed, in name and reality, relied on himself to defeat a supreme powerhouse like Mo Shitian, a seven-calamity super Divine King Imperial Son. One must know that with Mo Shitian's capabilities, even ordinary peak Divine Kings might not be able to handle him, yet the Battle Saint King directly suppressed him. One could imagine how powerful he was. Even though he was only a five-calamity Divine King, his combat power was enough to rival a peak Divine King who had undergone nine Divine King calamities.
Even if a royal clan was powerful, possessing a Divine King ancestor, before the Battle Saint King with combat power at the peak Divine King level, it truly could be wiped out with a word. Not to mention he had the backing of the human race, which dominated the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain.
Hearing this, the Tianluo Wangzu group felt their scalps go numb, the Divine King ancestor included, truly fearing the Battle Saint King would attack the Tianluo Wangzu. No one in the entire royal clan would be a match for him, not even for a single exchange. The Divine King ancestor hurriedly spoke: "Your Highness Saint King, this was all Luo Hua's personal mistake. Our Tianluo Wangzu did not instruct him in any way. Your Highness can ask others about this point."
At this moment, they had already pushed Luo Hua out.
Although Luo Hua was the young master, compared to an entire royal clan, the distinction between heavy and light was clearly understood.
"Ancestor!" Luo Hua was startled, but seeing the Divine King ancestor's indifferent expression and his chieftain father not refuting, turning his head away with some reluctance, he immediately understood the royal clan's decision.
Compared to a royal clan, a young master was far too insignificant. If lost, another could be chosen, but the royal clan could not be allowed to perish.
"Uncle Ye Chen, please spare him. One day, I will personally kill him!"
Gu Qingyang spoke word by word, with great determination.
He did not wish to overly rely on Ye Chen's intervention, hoping that one day, when he himself was truly strong, he could rely on his own power to kill Luo Hua and settle the grudge.
"Agreed!"
Ye Chen did not refuse. He retracted his aura and brought Gu Qingyang to Gu Jiuhua and Gu Qingshan's side.
"Your Highness Saint King!"
The Heavenly Palace gate guards immediately bowed respectfully.
"Your Highness Saint King!"
The other guests who had come to participate in the feast also bowed respectfully.
Ye Chen nodded faintly, then looked at Gu Jiuhua and the others, revealing a gentle smile. "It's been a long time."
Then he looked at Gu Qingshan beside him, his smile deepening. "You must be that dragon egg from back then."
Gu Jiuhua also revealed a slight smile. "Yes."
Gu Qingshan hid behind his father, like a shy youth, but still couldn't resist looking curiously at the peerlessly handsome Ye Chen before him, finding it hard to believe that the Battle Saint King, the de facto number one among the younger generation, truly had a close relationship with the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan.
"A hundred years of cultivation, already at the Saint Realm. Indeed, not bad." Ye Chen nodded, expressing praise. Then he looked at Gu Jiuhua, frowning slightly. "You have Dao injuries on you, left by an alien race, and by an alien race Divine King at that. They are quite severe. If a bit more time passes, I'm afraid they'll become incurable. With your cultivation at the eighth heaven Great Power, you won't be able to suppress them anymore. You'll die from the Dao injuries flaring up."
Gu Jiuhua revealed a bitter smile. "As expected of the Saint King. Indeed, I can't hide it from you. Cough—"
After speaking, he coughed heavily several more times, with bright blood stains seeping out. It was very serious; his face appeared much older and paler.
Gu Qingyang and Gu Qingshan were very worried. Gu Qingyang looked at Ye Chen and said, "Uncle Ye Chen, please look at father. If another month passes, he will die from the Dao injuries flaring up."
Ye Chen said solemnly, "Don't worry. Your father suffered these after-effects from helping our human race resist the alien race. Naturally, I won't stand by idly, and I will repay this favor. I also apologize for not sending you an invitation. The person sent to deliver the invitation told me the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan was no longer in their original location, so the invitation was returned. I've also been quite busy lately and didn't go personally. It's all my fault."
"But this time, our human race will grandly welcome the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan. Come with me inside."
He led the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan's powerhouses directly through the Heavenly Palace, entering the deepest Imperial Hall, leaving behind countless gazes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred in the Heavenly Palace.
That was a supreme, heavily guarded place that only Imperial Clans, Immortal Clans, and other such forces had the qualification to enter. The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan was being welcomed in by the human race through the generations. From now on, this clan would truly soar from the branch and transform into a phoenix!