Within the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain, countless factions heard the related news and sighed inwardly.
Indeed, the various imperial clans, Immortal Clans, and others wished they could eliminate the Battle Saint King immediately.
Some factions friendly with the human race, though unwilling to see the Battle Saint King fall, dared not oppose the forces of the myriad heavens. They could only silently pray that the Battle Saint King could escape this calamity.
Ye Chen naturally learned part of the news. Upon hearing it, his expression turned exceptionally grim and cold. "The world thinks I am doomed this time. With no Ancient Sovereigns emerging, who in this world can kill me?"
"If any dare to stand in my way, I will slay gods if they block me, slay Buddhas if they block me!"
He traversed heaven and earth upon the Chaos Great Dao, arriving at one place after another where human tribes, sects, and kingdoms had been massacred. He saw many places completely cleansed from top to bottom, where even infants had been refined alive, leaving no bones behind.
He saw lovers embracing in eternal sleep, their lifeblood essence refined and extracted, turned into skeletal remains.
He saw elderly men on their deathbeds, tears of blood streaming down their faces, dying with eyes wide open in grievance.
He saw the capital of a great kingdom filled with endless corpses, all flesh and blood refined and extracted, becoming a completely dead city, a tragic aura permeating the air.
With each place he passed, though Ye Chen's face showed no expression, the killing intent deep within his eyes grew denser.
Finally, he came upon a human prison area hastily abandoned by a royal clan. It was enormous, with thousands of levels, where hundreds of thousands of humans were crammed into these narrow, crude cells. They were basically all mortals, the strongest being only a Second Heaven Demigod.
All the humans were in tattered clothes, all dead, their seven orifices slit. Strands of fresh blood flowed from the seven orifices, converging into a blood pool below.
Calling it a blood pool was not precise; it was more accurately a blood lake.
Countless human corpses floated on the blood lake, among them tens of thousands of infant corpses. Their flesh had rotted, some even reduced to white bones, bobbing in the blood lake. It was as if countless mournful cries and wails still echoed before his eyes—the cries of humans who had endured torment.
"Ah—"
The deepest killing intent within Ye Chen's eyes erupted directly.
Boom—
With the blood pool at the center, killing intent soared to the heavens for a radius of a million li, annihilating all living beings.
Within the prison area, someone was not completely gone yet. It was a Demigod who had condensed a Primordial Spirit. The last vestiges of Primordial Spirit power were very weak. Ye Chen immediately appeared, using his own divine soul power to nourish and warm it.
However, this Demigod was clearly beyond saving. Only a trace of Primordial Spirit power remained, extremely faint and tainted with potent blood poison. Looking at Ye Chen, a flicker of pleasant surprise appeared in his eyes before he tremblingly uttered his final words: "Battle... Saint... King... please... avenge... us..."
After saying this, the Demigod completely perished, beyond recovery. That trace of Primordial Spirit power was too fragile; it couldn't withstand anything and directly disintegrated and vanished. Ye Chen didn't even have time to save him.
"Agreed."
Ye Chen reached out and gently closed the Demigod's eyes, then buried everything here.
"The first, the Blue Blood Royal Clan."
A faint, death-proclaiming voice echoed throughout this stretch of heaven and earth.
The Blue Blood Royal Clan was a powerful royal clan ranked among the top hundred of the Three Thousand Royal Clans. Moreover, their Divine King ancestor had not perished and remained in existence, giving them a very high status.
This clan originally belonged to the powerful royal clans under the alien race's command and had attacked the human race many times.
Later, when the alien race was annihilated by the human race, the Blue Blood Royal Clan received the news early, sealed off their origin world, and announced to the outside world that they would not emerge, thus escaping calamity.
Subsequently, seeing the human race suffer disaster again, they took advantage of the situation. A year ago, they had also dispatched experts to participate in the assault on the human race. Though only a few Great Powers, they were still participants, always standing in opposition to the human race.
They planned to soon follow the Myriad Heavens Emperor Clans, Immortal Clans, and others to attack the human race, hoping to secure a few enlightenment slots within the Fallen Heaven Mausoleum.
Moreover, recently, many of their experts had been active. With the tacit approval of the Myriad Heavens Emperor Clans and Immortal Clans, they had massacred human populations to force human experts to appear and be exterminated.
Among the royal clan forces most hostile to the human race, the Blue Blood Royal Clan was definitely one of them, and could be ranked within the top ten.
Now, suddenly hearing that the Battle Saint King was striding proudly through the world, countless clansmen within the Blue Blood Royal Clan felt fear and were deeply worried he would attack their clan.
"Trouble. A year ago, we followed the Myriad Heavens Emperor Clans and Immortal Clans to campaign against the human race. Who knows if the Battle Saint King will come to our door seeking trouble."
"Back when we followed the alien race's army to fight the human race, we even acted as executioners, slaughtering many human villages and drinking human blood. That is a sea of blood feud!"
"Recently, our clan's Great Powers have been active, massacring dozens of human sects and forces. Though not first-rate sects, they still buried millions of humans. We have incurred a great enmity!"
"The Battle Saint King's current cultivation can rival a Quasi-Monarch. With no Quasi-Monarchs emerging, who can contend with him?"
Many clansmen of the Blue Blood Royal Clan grew anxious. Even though they could rank among the top hundred of the Three Thousand Royal Clans, without a Quasi-Monarch, who could resist the currently invincible Battle Saint King?
However, some within the clan sneered coldly: "Making a fuss over nothing. Our clan's Divine King ancestor is still here, what is there to fear? Moreover, the Battle Saint King is only so powerful because he borrowed the body of the Saint Monarch Sovereign. Can his true self rival a Quasi-Monarch? Ridiculous. He only secluded himself for seventeen years and crossed four Godking Tribulations to become a Nine Tribulation Divine King? Is that possible? Clearly, it's all exaggerated."
To this day, many still believed the Battle Saint King had not reached that level.
It was simply too unbelievable. Each Godking Tribulation was a world of its own. To attempt to cross each tribulation required a massive accumulation of time. Even an Emperor's son or daughter, an Immortal's descendant, or the strongest young generation's supreme could not possibly cross four Godking Tribulations consecutively within a mere seventeen years.
One hundred and seventy years would be unbelievable enough; no matter how heaven-defying, it couldn't be like this.
Therefore, many to this day still believed it was nothing but the Battle Saint King's exaggeration.
"If the Battle Saint King dares to come, our clan's Divine King ancestor's profound cultivation is enough to directly suppress and kill him."
Many clansmen held an almost blind faith in the Divine King ancestor who had led their entire race to become a royal clan.
Some Great Powers also sought instructions from the Divine King ancestor on how to respond.
The Divine King ancestor, called an ancestor, showed no signs of age. On the contrary, Blue Snow Divine King appeared very young, looking only about thirty years old, with flowing blue hair, jade-like features and golden bearing, handsome and dignified.
Upon hearing the inquiry, he merely slightly furrowed his brows, then relaxed, revealing a faint, indifferent smile. "It's fine. That Battle Saint King still wouldn't dare come to our Blue Blood Royal Clan. What Nine Tribulation Divine King, what can rival a Quasi-Monarch—it's all just empty talk."
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, an absolutely icy voice appeared in the sky above the Blue Blood Royal Clan.