"Child, you've done well. But if the sky falls, your old man will be standing in front to hold it up."
A gentle voice abruptly rang out beside his ear.
Qian Xun looked at the familiar figure that had suddenly appeared before him, listened to that gentle voice, and felt the warmth in that gaze. Even though a true man does not shed tears lightly, at this moment he felt the urge to well up with hot tears.
At this very moment, all the resentment and anger he had harbored toward this man he had always verbally called a heartless scoundrel instantly dissipated into nothingness.
"Dad—"
He opened his mouth, and in the end, couldn't help but utter this title.
A title he hadn't called out in hundreds of years.
A title hidden in his heart for many years, something he had always yearned for, yet also feared, always hesitating and not daring to call out.
"Good son!" The man revealed a genuinely happy smile, as if he had received the greatest gift in the world.
"Brother Yue!"
"Dad!"
"Daddy!"
Completely different forms of address spilled from the mouths of Chen'er, Yaya, and Little Chenxi. Seeing that all-too-familiar figure instantly made the mother and her three daughters feel the urge to cry.
"Little brother!"
In the distant sky, the Goddess and Yi Wu also swayed gracefully. Seeing the husband they had missed for so many years finally appear, their beautiful eyes now brimmed with tears.
They were very happy, overjoyed.
After waiting for so many years, he had finally appeared.
On the other side, Ouyang Yu's handsome face turned completely gloomy, because he knew exactly who this suddenly appearing, indifferent figure was—the husband of the three Moon Hall mistresses, the never-before-seen Battle Saint King.
Toward this Battle Saint King who had won the hearts of three eternally stunning Moon Hall mistresses, he burned with raging jealousy.
What virtue or ability did the other party possess to win the affection of three Moon Hall mistresses whose beauty, talent, and cultivation were all peerless in the world, while he, despite exhausting all his schemes, couldn't obtain even one?
The more he thought about it, the more furious he became. He suddenly roared, "You must be the Battle Saint King! Today, I, Ouyang Yu, will see just how capable you are. Prepare to die!"
Boom—
The Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron instantly became several times more terrifying.
Qian Xun was about to say something, but seeing the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron, large as a star, descending from the sky, he hurriedly cried out, "Dad, be careful!"
Chen'er, Yaya, and Little Chenxi also exclaimed in alarm, filled with worry, and were about to rush over to block it together, to live and die as one.
"You don't need to come over. Don't worry, this can't trouble me!"
The gentle voice contained a power that inspired confidence.
Boom, boom, boom—
The Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron continuously expanded, endlessly releasing threads of monarchial heavenly might, thousands upon thousands of times more terrifying than a star, plunging this stretch of heaven and earth into absolute annihilation.
"Want to kill me?"
A clear, loud laugh echoed between heaven and earth. Under the gaze of countless onlookers, the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron carrying overwhelming momentum was steadily held up by a single hand of the indifferent figure. It was like the hand of an ancient great emperor, standing tall, holding up the entire boundless firmament.
Under this jade-white palm, the whole world shook, because the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron, powerful enough to shatter even a peak God King into dust, was thus withstood, unable to descend even a fraction further, as if frozen in place.
The owner of that hand, the indifferent figure clad in black robes, with black hair cascading over his shoulders, possessed a majestic and handsome bearing. Faint wisps of ancient Chaos Qi permeated his entire body, and a faint moon mark rested between his brows.
He stood with such peerless grace, bearing an eighty or ninety percent resemblance to Qian Xun, sharing the same divine handsomeness. Who else could it be but Ye Chen?
Ye Chen stood holding the cauldron aloft, looking at Ouyang Yu's utterly horrified expression, and smiled faintly. "Is this what you call your strength?"
He shook his head, with unconcealed disdain and contempt. "It's simplynot worth a single blow / utterly weak!"
Such words struck Ouyang Yu harder than any physical attack. His jade crown exploded, his black hair flying wildly as he roared, "Impossible! You can't possibly withstand my Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron! Die!"
He frantically poured streams of divine power into it, fully awakening the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron. Even more vast monarchial heavenly might spread out, shattering heaven and earth.
Fully activating the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron, it rumbled downward with endless, world-destroying power.
Yet that figure remained as immovable as a mountain, still holding the cauldron aloft. No matter how heavy the Monarch Cauldron was, no matter how boundless its power, it absolutely could not make Ye Chen sink even a fraction, as if it were eternal.
"How is this possible..."
Between heaven and earth, gasps of astonishment rang out one after another. Witnessing this scene was like seeing a ghost—utterly horrifying.
Such a method was truly enough to startle heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep!
Countless people believed that even a true Quasi-Monarch, facing a fully awakened Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron, could not possibly receive it with such ease and composure.
Just how strong was this Battle Saint King?
"How did Dad become so much more powerful!" In the distance, Yaya stared dumbfounded. Although she had always known her dad was powerful, she never imagined he was powerful to this extent—holding up the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron, which was like a curtain blotting out the sky, with a single hand. That kind of might far exceeded imagination.
But no matter what, the stronger Ye Chen was, the happier they were.
"This cauldron isn't bad. It can be collected as a weapon for our Moon Hall." Ye Chen smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Ouyang Yu was instantly alarmed. He hurriedly focused his mind, trying to retrieve the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron.
But Ye Chen had the Monarch Cauldron firmly in his grasp. No matter how Ouyang Yu tried to activate it, he couldn't take it back, growing increasingly frantic.
"Since you've already given it out, don't think about taking it back." Ye Chen smiled faintly, filled with cold indifference. Then, with a flick of his hand, terrifying power landed on the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron, directly erasing the soul mark Ouyang Yu had left within it.
Pfft—
As the soul mark was forcibly erased, Ouyang Yu also suffered heavy damage, directly spitting out a mouthful of blood!
Ye Chen shrank the Quasi-Monarch Great Cauldron down to the size of a fist, then handed it to Qian Xun, saying with a light smile, "Child, I've never given you a proper gift. Consider this a meeting gift."
Instantly, gasps of astonishment echoed between heaven and earth. To give a Quasi-Monarch War Weapon as a meeting gift—it seemed only this suddenly appearing Battle Saint King could be so generous.
"This—" Qian Xun also swallowed hard. Although he possessed a powerful legacy, even he didn't possess a Quasi-Monarch War Weapon like this; it required a Quasi-Monarch to refine one.
"Battle Saint King, return my Starry Sky Great Cauldron!"
Ouyang Yu roared, charging over like a malevolent ghost, fully unleashing his Quasi-Monarch imposing might.
Yet facing such astonishing might, Ye Chen's expression didn't change in the slightest. Before countless horrified gazes, he casually flicked his hand. Ouyang Yu, at the early-stage Quasi-Monarch level, was sent flying like a top, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
After displaying such astonishing methods, Ye Chen then turned toward Chen'er and the others with a gentle smile. With a grasp through the void, he pulled the mother and her three daughters into his embrace, saying softly, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long. Leave the rest to me."