"Battle Saint King!"
Xian Tu felt an immense insult, his thick, dense hair flying up, each strand shimmering with a fearsome immortal-devil radiance.
On his forehead, two immortal-devil horns rippled with terrifying auras.
Immortal-Devil Power surged wildly on Xian Tu's body, terrifyingly formidable, enough to make Quasi-Monarchs pale.
Boom— Boom—
Boom— …
He stepped forward, each step causing the entire heaven and earth to tremble. The immortal-devil aura on his body rose with each stride, growing increasingly powerful.
Finally, with a thunderous roar, two heavenly suns rose behind him—one with boundless immortal light, the other with immeasurable devil light. The power of the immortal light suppressed the entire battlefield.
"I am the Son of Immortal and Devil. Today, I shall properly experience how powerful the Battle Saint King, hailed as invincible against his generation, truly is."
His voice was filled with a bone-chilling cold, as if everything for ten thousand li were sealed in ice, making one feel frozen and immobile, awestruck by his peerless cultivation.
Ye Chen remained calm and composed. "Enough talk. Make your move."
"Hmph!"
Xian Tu snorted coldly, his essence, energy, and spirit all climbing to their peak. The two immortal-devil horns on his forehead shone, resonating with the Immortal-Devil Suns. His bloodline boiled to the extreme, as if a Supreme Immortal and a peerless Devil Emperor were vaguely hovering in the nine heavens, looking down upon the mortal world.
Swish—
The Dark Divine Feather in his hand suddenly enlarged, ultimately transforming into a Dark Battle Sword, deep as a black hole, capable of devouring all light.
On the other side, a single strand of hair appeared, containing dense immortal power—it was actually a strand of hair from a Supreme Immortal.
Though just a single strand, it contained supreme immortal power and had been refined into a magical treasure, shimmering with brilliant immortal radiance. It enlarged out of thin air, turning into a dragon-like whip.
"Kill!"
Xian Tu roared, brandishing the Immortal's Hair Strand and the Dark Battle Sword, slashing furiously at Ye Chen.
At this moment, the Immortal-Devil Suns rising behind him also flew out, charging toward Ye Chen with a roar.
At this moment, Xian Tu's fearsomeness was fully displayed. The power of the sun, moon, and stars was all devoured, merging into the Immortal-Devil Suns.
This was Xian Tu's peerless strike, beyond imagination.
Both armies were utterly astonished. Such mighty power was truly world-shaking!
Ye Chen's expression was cold, domineering and imposing. He walked directly toward the Immortal-Devil Suns, a faint sneer curling his lips. "Is this your so-called strongest strike?"
"Nothing more than this!"
His palm transformed into a Chaos Heavenly Stele and slapped forward directly.
Boom—
The Immortal-Devil Suns that crushed heaven and earth exploded, splattering with rolling immortal-devil light.
Ye Chen's figure moved through it all, like a Heavenly Emperor patrolling the world. All immortal-devil power could not approach him, as if all laws were defied.
"Impossible!"
Xian Tu roared, unable to believe this. The other alien Quasi-Monarchs were the same, revealing shock.
They deeply knew how terrifyingly formidable Xian Tu's Immortal-Devil Suns were. In the alien ancient domains, they had confronted other Quasi-Monarchs—whether newly advanced or veteran—all were swept away and suppressed by the Immortal-Devil Suns, with none able to withstand them.
Now, they were shattered by the Battle Saint King with a single slap. It was simply earth-shattering.
Simultaneously, the Dark Battle Sword and the Immortal's Hair Strand swung over, even more fearsome than the Immortal-Devil Suns.
Ye Chen's expression remained cold and emotionless. A single finger pointed out, colliding with the Dark Battle Sword.
Clang—
The dark power of the Dark Battle Sword dissipated. The peerless battle sword capable of slaying Quasi-Monarchs was broken into two pieces.
With a pinch of his fingers, the Immortal's Hair Strand was caught in his hand. Chaos light fiercely surged out, washing over the Immortal's Hair Strand repeatedly like lightning, directly erasing the imprint Xian Tu had left on it, leaving it in his grasp.
Then, with a sweep of his large hand, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the two broken pieces of the Dark Battle Sword flew back, piercing through Xian Tu.
The Immortal's Hair Strand flew out even faster, its edge sharp beyond measure, slicing off Xian Tu's head and sending it flying into the air.
One palm. One finger.
One pinch. One sweep.
Simple and straightforward, like four moves so ordinary they could not be more ordinary. Xian Tu's weapons were seized, his body pierced by his own sword, his head severed.
In just a few breaths, Xian Tu, hailed as the pinnacle of the alien younger generation, a peerless Immortal-Devil Quasi-Monarch, was beheaded just like that, without any power to resist.
From beginning to end, Ye Chen remained this calm and natural, yet his combat power was incomparable, astonishing the battlefield.
The name Battle Saint King truly shook the world.
"Is this your strength?"
Ye Chen's voice rang out again, still calm. Yet this time, no one dared to question it. Everyone was filled with nothing but sheer astonishment.
Xian Tu, who had inherited the bloodline power of both the immortal and devil clans, a peerless powerhouse at the late-stage Quasi-Monarch realm, was defeated in an instant just like that.
How powerful was the Battle Saint King?
Unimaginable.
"Ah—"
Xian Tu's sole remaining head let out a shrill, piercing roar, unwilling to accept this reality. He was Xian Tu, a peerless genius who had inherited immortal-devil power, a Quasi-Monarch of his generation. He should have been peerless, sweeping through his generation. How could he be defeated so easily?
This was impossible. It should not be so.
Yet reality was so cruel. Looking at that slender figure standing alone between heaven and earth, he felt for the first time how much of a failure he was, far inferior to the Battle Saint King.
"Pass on."
Ye Chen said indifferently. The Immortal's Hair Strand fell into his hand again and, infused with divine power, transformed into a slender needle, stabbing toward Xian Tu.
"No—" Xian Tu was unwilling.
At the same time, the other alien Quasi-Monarchs all made their moves, trying to stop Ye Chen from killing Xian Tu.
Swish—
Ye Chen executed the Kunpeng Great Universe Technique. His entire body transformed into a streak of extreme light, carrying the power of time, moving Xian Tu over ten thousand li away, causing the attacks of the alien Quasi-Monarchs to miss.
At this moment, the Immortal's Hair Strand pierced through Xian Tu's glabella with a whoosh, even piercing through his Quasi-Monarch soul. A terrifying Chaos Dao Fire burned his True Spirit.
"Ah—" Xian Tu let out a shrill, miserable scream, but it could not change the outcome.
Pfft—
The True Spirit was extinguished. Xian Tu perished!
Ye Chen's hand made a grasping motion in the void. Xian Tu's body and head merged, landing in his hand, and were then stored away.
Naturally, it was not to bury this enemy. He merely felt the immortal-devil bloodline was somewhat special, and Xian Tu, as a late-stage Quasi-Monarch, was qualified to be refined into a Quasi-Monarch puppet.
As Ye Chen's enemy, even in death, he could not rest in peace. He would be refined into a Quasi-Monarch puppet to fight for him.
"Alright, finally dealt with him." Ye Chen spoke as if it were a very simple, ordinary matter. Slaying a Quasi-Monarch seemed as commonplace as could be for him. Then, he looked toward the other alien Quasi-Monarchs.
"Hmph!"
Although Xian Tu was killed, the alien race was, after all, a great clan, and there were still seventeen Quasi-Monarchs. Moreover, Xian Tu was not the strongest among them.
"Battle Saint King, though you could kill Xian Tu, it does not mean you are the strongest." From among the seventeen alien Quasi-Monarchs, a powerful Quasi-Monarch stepped forward, his aura of Great Perfection fully displayed.