King Hao and the other three mysterious Kings suddenly launched a fierce assault, each unleashing their most terrifying divine technique laws. Their Kingly auras erupted in full force, surging down like a tidal wave, directly blasting apart a figure that had charged forward. It seemed to be complete annihilation of both body and spirit, leaving nothing behind.
Had the mysterious Young King been slain?
Everyone was shocked. Yang Wushuang and the others were stunned. There, the violent Kingly divine laws soared into the sky, flooding the entire bluestone staircase, making it impossible to see anything clearly. Only vaguely could they see someone being slain, completely annihilated. Could it really be Ye Chen?
"Hmph, daring to charge forward and take advantage of the moment, truly treating us as if we don't exist?"
King Hao spoke indifferently. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of divine radiance, appearing both mysterious and powerful. His Kingly pressure shook the world. He was an exceptionally handsome man, but also a fearsome Young King, a rising star on the path of the Human Sovereign, a dazzling new King whom no one could ignore.
Everyone understood. It was likely Ye Chen who had tried to seize the moment to charge up and reach the final Trial Gate. Unfortunately, the four Kings standing guard at the gate were no pushovers. They detected him immediately and directly unleashed their strongest Kingly divine laws, sweeping away everything and blasting him apart.
The world marveled. With the four Kings making their move, who could possibly contend? Even a King powerful enough to suppress the Flame Dragon King had been blasted apart.
"Ye Chen..."
Xia Yang clenched his fists. The other young powerhouses from Tian Du Continent also tightened their grips. Could the strongest Ye Chen have been slain just like that?
The Kingly divine laws gradually dissipated, restoring clarity to the bluestone staircase. At this moment, everyone's pupils constricted, including those of the four Kings.
They saw, standing upon the bluestone staircase, a supreme figure like a god or demon, adorned with nine layers of divine halos, one overlapping the other, flowing with immortal radiance that submerged him, appearing as transcendent and peerless as ever.
He... was actually not dead!?
Everyone was dumbfounded. The supreme Ancient Talents, Xia Yang, and the others let out a sigh of relief. They had thought Ye Chen was truly slain, but it turned out to be a false alarm.
"How is this possible?"
Even King Hao frowned. He had clearly blasted him apart, so how could he be unharmed? If it wasn't him, then who was it?
The Flame Dragon King also widened his eyes. He had distinctly seen Ye Chen charge up in that instant, so why hadn't he been slain?
A stream of clear light from heaven and earth flowed into Ye Chen's body. This was the energy of the destroyed avatar. The one slain just now was merely a dharma body manifested by Ye Chen using divine power. It possessed no supreme combat strength, only a Xiantian manifestation, a mere human form without real power, used solely to gauge the strength of the various Kings.
Of course, Ye Chen would not tell them this. He strode forward, beginning his ascent, and at this moment, took the initiative to launch a forceful attack.
His left hand traced the supreme divine technique, the Great Dao Treasure Vessel Seal. An exquisite, translucent Great Dao Treasure Vase materialized in the air, formed from countless Dao marks and symbols. Its mouth was deep and dark, like a black hole, but at this moment, it shone brilliantly, spewing forth the most terrifying light of destruction.
His right hand executed the Sun Seal. This ancestral technique of the Tianqi Empire was pushed to its limit. A heavenly sun hung in the sky, carrying rolling Sun Essence Fire that incinerated and collapsed vast stretches of void.
Beneath his feet, he performed the Reverse Void Eight Steps, actually executing all eight steps simultaneously, weaving a web of golden patterns that spread around him, dreamlike and illusory.
He opened his mouth and spat, unleashing Icy Flame, which erupted directly, surging in torrents across the bluestone staircase and pouring into the eighth Trial Gate.
After three years of secluded cultivation, Ye Chen finally erupted with his full power this day, revealing the true strength he had honed over those three years.
Boom—
Heaven and earth shattered. Supreme dao fluctuations completely pulverized this space. All the destructive divine energy was unleashed by Ye Chen, blasted into the eighth Trial Gate, simultaneously striking the several Young Kings, sweeping away all obstacles.
"This is... world-destroying divine might!"
At this moment, everyone, even the powerful four Young Kings, completely changed expressions, immediately moving to defend.
They dared not be negligent in the slightest, each unleashing their strongest divine techniques to resist. The space within the Trial Gate seemed on the verge of being blasted apart, leaving nothing behind.
Terrifying columns of destructive light swept through every area. All the young powerhouses changed color, rapidly retreating.
Yang Wushuang and the others received Ye Chen's mental transmission and quickly descended the bluestone staircase, not daring to linger.
Only a few esteemed figures could rely on their absolute strength to remain, not retreating, their eyes shining brightly as they observed this unprecedented, truly King-level battle.
Boom—
If not for the extraordinary nature of the Trial Gate and the bluestone staircase left behind by the ancient Great Sages, protected by a mysterious Dao Rhyme, they would surely have been destroyed, reduced to ashes.
But even so, they trembled incessantly. The void completely collapsed and fell silent. This was the void of the Void Heaven Domain, yet it still could not withstand the force.
Within the destructive divine light, supreme Kingly divine laws rippled and spread. At this moment, the several Kings showed no fear. They were all supreme figures of this level, and instead, they engaged in fierce combat.
King Hao made his move. This King, renowned throughout the myriad realms, was terrifyingly peerless in his attack. With a single Kingly divine technique, he casually tossed out eighteen great mountains, each one larger and more massive than the last, all pressing down toward Ye Chen.
Another King, whose concealing mist was shattered by the Kingly divine laws, revealed a glimpse of his true appearance—a young man with snow-white hair, dressed in icy white robes, radiating extreme cold. Opposite to the Flame Dragon King, he was a King who cultivated the path of ice and cold, having reached the King level.
He unleashed a technique to freeze a thousand miles. The void was completely frozen and sealed, difficult to shatter. The cold light sought to freeze Ye Chen solid.
There was a woman, clad in light purple gauze, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, stunningly beautiful, her face veiled by the gauze, her figure slender and graceful, worthy of being called a goddess, very mysterious. Yet her spellcasting was terrifying. Her figure agile, she closed in for close-quarters combat.
Her delicate jade hands, with every flick, unleashed annihilating Kingly divine techniques. Surging purple light shot into the sky. A purple cauldron was summoned by her, tilting over to pour out purple divine fire that flooded the heavens, submerging everything.
The final King was the most mysterious. He did not personally close in for the kill. Instead, he stood motionless in the distance, not making a move, which surprised everyone.
But he gave Ye Chen an unprecedented sense of terrifying aura, causing an inexplicable sense of foreboding in his heart.
Without a doubt, this person was surely preparing to unleash some terrifying means.
"It's the Ice King and the Purple Snow Fairy. So it's them. Who is the last one? Can't tell." Those outside the stone gate from the myriad realms recognized the identities of these Kings, but the last one never revealed his true form.
Suddenly, Ye Chen felt his hair stand on end, sensing an impending crisis. A stinging pain even pierced between his eyebrows. But it was too late. His brow split open, and three inches of a sharp blade tip protruded, blood flowing—
Ye Chen, dead?