The Black Dragon Ancient Lord's draconic body split apart, blood splattering across the sky. His body ceased its enlargement and plummeted from the heavens.
However, the Sealing Gates below blocked its descent, preventing it from crashing onto the land of the Doumen World.
Though it seemed slow, in truth, it was only a brief moment before the Black Dragon Ancient Lord from the Holy Emperor Domain's camp was severely wounded by Ye Chen, rendered incapable of continuing the fight.
This dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Holy Emperor Domain's forces.
The Black Dragon Ancient Lord was one of the three Ancient Monarchs, yet he was defeated in such a short time. It was far too swift.
Everyone had also underestimated the Battle Saint King's strength, never imagining it would be this formidable.
"Long live the Battle Saint King!"
The forces of the Flame Emperor Domain cheered, and Han Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief, his expression tinged with shock.
Although the Battle Saint King was not a true Ancient Monarch, his power far surpassed that of a genuine Ancient Monarch like himself by an immeasurable degree.
Was this the might of an Eternal Quasi-Monarch?
The powerhouses of the Weiyang Great World were even more astounded. Such magnificent power was truly unrivaled in the world.
Below, Sheng Xu's expression was quite unpleasant, his normally serene demeanor somewhat marred. He glanced at Ye Chen, took a deep breath, and said, "Battle Saint King, I truly underestimated you. Your strength is indeed even more formidable than I imagined."
"Is that so? Thank you for the praise," Ye Chen responded indifferently.
"However, you must know that the more monstrous a person is, the more they reveal their edge, the greater the risks they must bear. I am beginning to understand why even my father harbors a trace of apprehension towards you, wishing to strangle you in the cradle of your growth," Sheng Xu spoke, a terrifying killing intent slowly seeping into his tone.
Ye Chen said, "I've heard that line for many years. Many have coveted the head on my neck. Unfortunately, no one has ever truly managed to kill me, including your alien race."
"And, what a pity, I have already grown up."
At this moment, his divine bearing overshadowed the world. He stood atop the Sealing Gates, overlooking all heavens, like an emperor-lord dominating the mortal realm.
"No, you cannot yet be considered fully grown. Without becoming an Emperor, you will never enter the eyes of the Supreme Ones," Sheng Xu declared, his aura rising steadily. Even under the suppression of the Sealing Gates, it escalated to a level that shook the entire Doumen World.
If not for the Sealing Gates suppressing and sealing over ninety-nine percent of his imposing might, the entire Doumen World would have been unable to withstand this monarchial heavenly might, completely disintegrating and collapsing.
"Today, I, Sheng Xu, shall slay you on behalf of my father!"
Boom—
At this moment, Sheng Xu made his move.
As the son of the Strongest Emperor, he naturally possessed extraordinary means. Even within the Sealing Gates, he could unleash a powerful monarchial heavenly might.
The power of the Strongest Emperor's bloodline within him surged violently, directly tearing through layers of sealing power. Even the lawless domain could not completely suppress it.
A colossal dharma manifestation, towering over heaven and earth, materialized. It resembled a world giant, boundless and immeasurable, with a full eighteen arms behind it. Each arm wielded a weapon, representing all eighteen types of arms, and each was a peerless war weapon imbued with monarchial heavenly might.
These were all war weapons conjured by Sheng Xu, no less formidable than genuine monarchial immortal weapons. Monarchial heavenly might surged forth overwhelmingly, bombarding the Sealing Gates, seeking to shatter the entrapment.
Boom—
The very moment he attacked, all ten Sealing Gates trembled violently, as if they were truly about to be blasted open.
Not to mention others, even Ye Chen's expression turned slightly grave.
This third son of the Strongest Emperor Saint was indeed far more powerful than imagined.
However, was he, the Battle Saint King, some ordinary figure? He coldly declared, "Since my debut, I have swept through all obstacles. I have slain not a few imperial sons and daughters, even progeny of the Immortal Dao. On the Supreme Ancient Path, I suppressed all, unmatched by any. I refuse to believe that you, an imperial son, can stir up any waves within my grasp."
"Kill!"
At this moment, Ye Chen also unleashed the supreme imposing might of a Chaos Young Supreme.
He was the absolute invincible existence of his generation. In battles against peers, he feared none, suppressing and sweeping through all. Across the vast Chaos Sea, in battles against peers of the same cultivation level, he had never feared anyone.
Even if Sheng Xu was the offspring of the Strongest Emperor, an Ancient Monarch, he felt no fear. He could fight him.
With a thought, two Monarch Puppets flew out, carrying vast sealing power to bombard Sheng Xu.
Sheng Xu's expression remained unchanged as he directly collided with them. He himself did not retreat, but the two Monarch Puppets were sent flying, crashing heavily against the Sealing Gates. The metallic luster on their chests was deeply dented, a truly astonishing sight.
As for the colossal monarchial dharma manifestation, all eighteen weapons moved in unison. Under the overwhelming barrage, the ten Sealing Gates teetered on the brink, as if they could be blasted away or shattered at any moment.
"So strong. He possesses combat power of at least a triple-layer Heavenly Monarch, no less than mine."
"Moreover, the Sealing Gates' lawless domain and sealing power have far less effect on him compared to other Ancient Monarchs. This is the imposing might of the Strongest Emperor's bloodline, capable of resisting the Sealing Gates' sealing power to a certain extent. Somewhat unexpected."
"This is a formidable foe!"
This was Ye Chen's evaluation of him. It had to be said, the evaluation was very high.
Naturally, he would not allow Sheng Xu to break open the sealing formation of the Sealing Gates. With a thought, the other Monarch Puppets appeared one after another to deal with Sheng Xu.
Sheng Xu was undoubtedly a powerful individual, but he could not possibly contend against ten Monarch Puppets simultaneously. Even with the imposing might of the Strongest Emperor's bloodline, he could not completely nullify that sealing power.
His strength still suffered a certain degree of suppression.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!—
In less than thirty exchanges, Sheng Xu's figure was sent flying, his monarchial dharma manifestation blasted into dust.
With the dharma manifestation shattered, he, as its master, suffered a backlash, vomiting three mouthfuls of blood in succession. His aura visibly weakened.
As for the other powerhouses of the Holy Emperor Domain's camp, it wasn't that they didn't want to help, but they were powerless. The remaining Cang Ye Monarch was kept in check by Han Zhen, while the Black Dragon Ancient Lord was severely wounded and could no longer fight.
Other powerhouses below the monarch level were mere ants in Ye Chen's eyes. Under the Sealing Gates, they were utterly weakened. Even Quasi-Monarchs were reduced to only God King-level power. How could they support Imperial Son Sheng Xu? It was difficult for them to even approach, and they were more likely to be annihilated into dust by the residual shockwaves.
"Ah—"
Sheng Xu's figure was in an extremely sorry state. His clothes were disheveled, his black hair disheveled, no longer possessing his earlier serene, water-like demeanor. Bloodstains dotted the corners of his mouth and his garments—how wretched he appeared.
He raised his head, glaring furiously at Ye Chen, who remained aloft, overlooking everything. He roared, "Battle Saint King, do you dare fight me one-on-one?"
"Alright. Do you want a duel, or a group fight?"
A playful arc curled at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
"Of course a duel," Sheng Xu said without hesitation.
"Good. As you wish. Everyone, attack together!" Ye Chen waved his hand, and the ten Monarch Puppets charged forward simultaneously, ganging up on Sheng Xu.
Pfft—
Sheng Xu's figure was sent flying horizontally, blood spurting everywhere, a truly miserable sight. He roared almost hysterically, "Battle Saint King, what about the agreed-upon duel?"
Ye Chen spread his hands: "This is a duel. You, alone, dueling all of us."