Yang Cheng attacked, striking at Ye Chen.
Although he didn't display any Great Dao laws, relying purely on physical strength, it was enough to deal with an ordinary Saint.
Even super Heaven's Pride talents like Gu Xuan and Nangong Xue, who were ranked on the Weiyang Transformation Divine Heaven's Pride List, changed expressions upon seeing Yang Cheng's fist.
Such terrifying physical strength—if not for the fact that they were within the Dou Heaven Hall, which was reinforced by Divine King power to suppress and prevent easy destruction—would surely have torn through the void. Even so, it still distorted space, leaving a clear spatial scar.
Ye Chen didn't even look up, merely sweeping his palm forward to meet Yang Cheng's fist head-on.
"Seeking death!"
Yang Cheng grinned, well aware of how terrifying his physical body was. Not only had he inherited the powerful bloodline power of his Great Power father, but thanks to his father's status, he had also frequently undergone tempering with various precious elixirs and Dao blood. Once fully unleashed, he could contend with a mid-level Saint.
Even if he didn't dare to kill at the Peach Banquet, just a fraction of his power was absolutely enough to cripple this arrogant fellow.
Boom—
But Yang Cheng's fist did not send Ye Chen flying with severe injuries. On the contrary, the moment it truly met that pale palm, his expression abruptly changed, for he could distinctly feel an unimaginably terrifying force transmitted to him.
The next moment, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he was blasted away a hundred zhang through the air, crashing into several banquet tables before finally coming to a stop.
The commotion naturally drew the attention of the powerful figures from the immortal forces attending the feast, all of whom looked over.
Each was an extraordinary individual; their expressions remained unchanged, but inwardly, they felt some surprise.
This was, after all, one of the very top-tier feasts in the entire Weiyang Great World, gathering nearly all the most supreme existences from across the land. Who would dare cause trouble here?
"Huh? Isn't that Yang Cheng? The youngest son of Yang Taiguo."
"But Yang Taiguo was the one who, with the Doumen Divine King's permission back then, left the Doumen World to establish an immortal ancient kingdom. His son's status within the Doumen World is also extraordinary, almost equivalent to a young master. Now someone actually dares to beat up Yang Taiguo's son?"
"Yang Cheng is also a super Heaven's Pride on the Weiyang Saint Heaven's Pride List, with extremely formidable strength. Yet someone could blast him away? Could it be a Heavenly King who made a move?"
At the Peach Banquet, the various great figures showed no fear; instead, they were filled with a sense of amusement.
After all, daring to beat Yang Cheng on the Doumen's home turf was tantamount to provoking the Doumen.
If Yang Cheng was at fault first, that would be one thing.
But if he wasn't, then making a move like this would require even a Great Power to weigh the consequences carefully.
Yang Cheng lay on the ground for a long time before slowly getting up. Even as a super Saint, his face was pale and filled with pain.
From that single collision just now, he felt his fist completely shattered, along with his entire right arm—bones pulverized, meridians all broken, unable to muster any strength. He stared at Ye Chen with a changed expression.
Only at this moment did he realize that this seemingly weak and arrogant peer, while appearing insolent, also possessed terrifying power.
Little did he know that for that single strike, Ye Chen had used less than a fraction of his strength. For someone who could suppress an Ancient Monarch with a mere gesture, killing a mere Saint would be as simple as a glance.
"Young Master Yang!"
Gu Xuan was greatly shocked, never expecting Ye Chen to be so powerful.
Nangong Xue was also very surprised. She had misjudged Ye Chen all along; he definitely possessed strength comparable to the Saint Treasury realm. No wonder he hadn't acted on the eagle beast back then—he simply disdained to.
But she quickly shook her head. What did it matter if he could defeat a super Heaven's Pride like Yang Cheng, who was at the Saint Lord level? Behind Yang Cheng stood a true Great Power, even the Doumen itself.
She sighed softly but didn't speak up. Ye Chen had already thoroughly offended Yang Cheng; if she spoke, she would offend him too.
A mere Ye Chen wasn't worth her going to such lengths.
On the other hand, the little junior sister from the Snow Sect, Ning'er, looked anxious. "Little brother, you should leave quickly. Young Master Yang is called Yang Cheng; his father is a true Great Power and also has connections to the Doumen. If his father comes personally, you'll be in big trouble. Leave now while you still can."
"Ning'er!" Nangong Xue pulled at junior sister Ning'er, stopping her from speaking further. The other two female cultivators from the Snow Sect did the same, their faces full of panic.
If Yang Cheng's father held them accountable and implicated them, even if the Snow Queen of the Snow Sect were here, she likely wouldn't protect them.
"No need to worry."
Ye Chen's favor toward the little junior sister named Ning'er instantly increased.
"Even if his father comes, he wouldn't dare cause trouble for me."
Ignoring the myriad gazes at the Peach Banquet, he continued leisurely sipping wine from his gourd.
His blood and qi were boiling; he was suppressing it, otherwise the entire Dou Heaven Hall wouldn't be able to withstand it and would directly collapse.
At this moment, many Great Power ancestors, upon seeing that shabby-looking wine gourd, initially showed some surprise, but gradually their expressions turned grave.
"That wine gourd seems familiar," an ancestor from an immortal ancient kingdom said with a thoughtful expression.
Other Great Power ancestors were also surprised. "So you feel it too? I also feel like I've seen it somewhere."
"Yes, it looks very familiar, but I haven't seen it many times—just a handful, and always on important occasions."
"Hmm, I remember seeing this wine gourd among my Tongsheng Sect's collection, but that was a relic left behind by our sect's deceased Ancient Divine King."
...
The Great Power ancestors secretly communicated via divine sense, all feeling that this shabby wine gourd had a very unusual origin.
Especially since among them was a Great Power ancestor from the former superpower Tongsheng Sect. Although Tongsheng Sect had declined to an immortal force after its Ancient Divine King passed away, its knowledge was broader. He had seen this mysterious wine gourd among the relics of their Ancient Divine King from back then.
But the Tongsheng Sect's Great Power ancestor could confirm that this wine gourd was not the relic of their sect's Ancient Divine King. Though very similar, subtle differences could still be discerned.
"Heh, when Young Master Yang's father really comes, he'll immediately regret his actions now."
Ziguang Tian sneered coldly.
Ye Chen didn't even glance at him, too lazy to explain.
Ziguang Tian also didn't dare continue confronting him. Ye Chen had directly blasted Yang Cheng away just now. Even if Yang Cheng had only used a fraction of his power, Ye Chen had done it with such ease, which was enough to show his formidable strength, perhaps even surpassing his own.
Among the four Heaven's Pride talents, the only Saint, Ren Jing, stared intently at Ye Chen, trying to see through his cultivation. Yet no matter how he looked, Ye Chen seemed like an ordinary person.
Ye Chen looked at junior sister Ning'er and smiled faintly. "Little junior sister, you have a good heart. If you're willing, I can grant you an opportunity that the world would envy."
Although this was just an illusory great world, bestowing a short-term opportunity was something Ye Chen could still do.
The little junior sister, however, worriedly said, "Little brother, at a time like this, you should still leave quickly. There's still time now."
"Cheng'er, what happened to you?"
At that moment, a booming voice rang out, carrying overwhelming pressure.
A majestic middle-aged man wearing a python-dragon divine robe strode forward, followed by numerous powerful figures, including Heavenly Kings, with Saints bowing respectfully.
Seeing the newcomer, many wore expressions of anticipation for a good show.
Because the one who had arrived was none other than Yang Cheng's father, Yang Taiguo, the Great Power ruler of an immortal ancient kingdom.