Ye Chen was enveloped by nine divine halos, each layer of the divine rings seemingly piercing through mysterious worlds, resonating with the nine heavens of the human body's cultivation realm. They emanated a hazy immortal radiance that submerged his entire being, making him appear extraordinarily mysterious and transcendent, like an Immortal King descending to strike.
Even that Immortal True King at the forefront of the Human Sovereign's path in the myriad realms was similarly adorned with nine divine halos, so strikingly similar that Xia Shuangwang momentarily felt as if he were witnessing the Yuan Yao Divine King going into battle.
But then he shook his head, dismissing this notion, for it was impossible. He had once been fortunate enough to see the Yuan Yao Divine King, and the Divine King was not like this. While superficially similar, there were some differences in essence between the two.
"Kid, your technique is somewhat special, resembling a divine art cultivated by a great figure in the myriad realms. Unfortunately, it's far inferior," Xia Shuangwang said disdainfully.
"Are you referring to the Yuan Yao Divine King?" Ye Chen said casually. "Even if he came, he wouldn't dare comment on me like that. What are you, then?"
"What?" Xia Shuangwang stared at Ye Chen in shock, astonished that he knew of the Yuan Yao Divine King. That was knowledge only cultivators in the myriad realms should possess; this prison-like world shouldn't know of him.
As for the latter part of the statement, he automatically dismissed it as arrogant nonsense.
At this moment, Ye Chen strode forward. The nine divine halos bloomed with immortal light, and nine divine light pillars shot forth, sweeping across.
Boom—
Xia Shuangwang, unable to dodge in time, was blasted away, coughing blood from the corner of his mouth. He even felt his own body's nine heavens trembling, affected by the attack and somewhat out of control.
The opponent's nine divine halos were truly peculiar, capable of inducing an abnormal resonance with the nine heavens of human body cultivation.
Clearly, this Young King born in the prison-like world was truly special, having comprehended such a unique technique, which made Xia Shuangwang somewhat concerned.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze blazing. "Kid, as long as you hand over this divine technique, this king promises to spare your life and allow you to become one of my subordinates, enabling you to grow within the myriad realms."
Ye Chen countered with a question instead of answering. "Do you think your suggestion is better than Ancient Yang Semi-Saint's earlier proposal?"
Xia Shuangwang was taken aback. When Ancient Yang Semi-Saint tried to recruit Ye Chen, he was willing to let him follow a peerless king for cultivation as a disciple. Xia Shuangwang, however, was merely offering to spare his life. Which was superior was obvious at a glance.
"I didn't care for his suggestion, let alone yours. Moreover, do you truly believe you have the ability to defeat me?" Ye Chen strode forward, the nine divine halos sweeping out. Nine divine light pillars radiated ten thousand zhang of immortal light, annihilating everything.
Xia Shuangwang was swept away once more, coughing blood incessantly. The opponent's technique was too peculiar, but it also made him increasingly covetous.
Once he obtained such a cultivation method, his strength would increase by a huge margin.
"Kid, since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, this king will personally suppress and kill you, seize your Primordial Spirit, and naturally obtain all your cultivation scriptures and meanings," Xia Shuangwang snorted coldly, once again unleashing the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles, his divine might overwhelming as he charged forward to fight.
"Slaughter God!"
Ye Chen uttered a light cry, suddenly executing a fearsome divine technique—the first style of the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles, the Slaughter God technique.
Boom—
Before Xia Shuangwang could react, he was blasted away. The platinum battle armor on his body dimmed, covered in numerous cracks, but this paled in comparison to the shock in his heart.
How did the opponent know the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles? This was an ancient peerless divine ability from the alien realm, known by few even within that entire realm. It was impossible for Ye Chen to have mastered it.
"Slaughter Void!"
Ye Chen uttered another light cry. At this moment, the void shattered. A flash of immortal light struck Xia Shuangwang's body. The platinum divine armor cracked into numerous fissures and was even pierced, creating a wound. Blood spurted forth in a torrent as he was severely wounded.
Xia Shuangwang's expression changed drastically, for this was the second style of the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles. The opponent was also proficient in it.
"Slaughter Annihilation!"
The third style of the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles. Xia Shuangwang was swept away once more, coughing large mouthfuls of blood. The light enveloping his body dimmed many times over as he was continuously blasted away.
More importantly, his mentality was severely shaken. The opponent had actually mastered the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles, and each move unleashed terrifying power, causing him serious injuries and putting him on the defensive.
"I don't believe you can master the true Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles!"
Xia Shuangwang roared. He also unleashed the first four styles. Under the execution of a king's combat power, it was peerlessly terrifying. Large swathes of mountain peaks crumbled, the earth tore apart, rivers exploded—everything appeared horrifyingly intense.
But Ye Chen countered him with the same Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles. An unprecedented great collision erupted between the two, completely annihilating the void.
However, Ye Chen, enveloped by the nine divine halos, was as if covered by nine mysterious great worlds. Invulnerable to all techniques, impervious to all evils, eternally invincible—who could contend with him?
Xia Shuangwang on the other side was far less fortunate. The platinum divine armor he wore was shattered, its divinity severely depleted.
His body bore numerous injuries, blood spurting like flowing streams. He had suffered heavy damage.
"You are no match for me," Ye Chen said indifferently, as if stating a very ordinary and simple fact. With a lift of his hand, he executed the Great Dao Treasure Vessel Seal, a peerless divine ability renowned throughout the myriad realms, in no way inferior to the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles, and even significantly more powerful.
Xia Shuangwang was blasted away, his platinum divine armor shattering even more severely, unstoppable, blood spraying profusely.
Ye Chen was simply like an invincible war god, sweeping everything before him.
"Impossible! I am a true king of my generation, undefeatable in this world!" Xia Shuangwang howled, his entire body erupting with blazing flames. The platinum divine armor completely shattered, transforming into streams of blazing platinum divine flames that surged and burned.
"Ridiculous. Does being a king truly mean invincibility? In the past, even I, hailed as a Supreme One, dared not claim invincibility throughout the myriad realms!" Ye Chen sneered. With a flick of his hand, Dao Traces were unleashed, extinguishing the blazing divine flames on Xia Shuangwang's body.
With another lift of his hand, it was as if a heavenly millstone pressed down. The void was annihilated. Xia Shuangwang, covered in blood, was blasted away, countless bones in his body shattered.
But every king was extraordinary; otherwise, how could they be hailed as kings of their era? Ye Chen's continuous attacks could slay extraordinary experts at the Divine Transformation Realm, yet Xia Shuangwang still did not die. On the contrary, streams of dawn-like light circulated within his body, rapidly repairing his wounded form.
"A Supreme One from the past?" Xia Shuangwang suddenly jolted, as if discovering a monumental secret. He looked at Ye Chen, his voice filled with disbelief. "Who exactly are you? Could you be the reincarnated body of an Immortal True King?"
"What do you think?" Ye Chen gave a sinister smile. The first style of the Thirteen Slaughtering Heaven Styles, Slaughter God, blasted over. One of Xia Shuangwang's arms was torn apart, blood spraying forth.