Both sides were greatly shaken. The perfect man had clearly been slain by the alien Great Emperor's divine thought just moments ago, yet now he had appeared once more.
"Young friend—"
The human race's Seven Monarchs looked over.
"Seniors, I have emerged from seclusion."
The perfect man smiled faintly, like a spring breeze, imparting a spiritual feeling.
"Battle Saint King!"
The Seven Monarchs were astonished, only now realizing that the perfect man was the Battle Saint King. No wonder he had not been seen in the mortal world.
But they discovered that the Battle Saint King at this moment had undergone a shocking transformation compared to two years ago. Already handsome, he was now excessively beautiful, surpassing even the description of 'jade-like grace and spirit,' possessing a special kind of beauty, flawless and perfect.
He seemed to represent the ultimate perfection of heaven and earth, flawless and complete, a perfect cycle.
Moreover, observing his previous performance, he had single-handedly annihilated four Imperial Sons and Maidens in an instant, including three monarch-level Imperial Sons and Maidens. His combat power had clearly reached an astonishing level.
This level of strength was not something a newly-advanced Ancient Monarch could possess.
Just how powerful had he become after advancing to Ancient Monarch?
And more importantly, hadn't he been killed by the alien Great Emperor?
"Seniors, you have worked hard."
Ye Chen nodded slightly towards the Seven Monarchs. Radiant light flowed over his body, supremely divine and sacred. Even his hair emitted chaotic light. His gaze shifted, carrying immense pressure, his voice calm yet echoing in everyone's ears: "You all rest now. Leave this place to me."
The Seven Monarchs immediately frowned, feeling the Battle Saint King was somewhat arrogant, and urgently said, "Battle Saint King, the alien army has ten Monarchs, and the number of Ancient Monarchs is even greater. Although you have advanced to Ancient Monarch, you are no match for them. Hurry back inside the Tenth Emperor's Pass. Otherwise, they will target you intensely, never allowing a peerless genius like you to rise."
This was true. Who was the Battle Saint King? He was practically the number one Heaven's Pride of the Chaos Sea, with unparalleled potential. Given the alien race's nature, how could they permit his growth?
Ye Chen smiled dismissively: "Seniors, there's no need to worry. I am not so ignorant. But I have other means to deal with this alien army."
"What means?" asked a peerless monarch.
"You'll see!"
He took a step forward, facing the endless alien army alone. His gaze grew countless times colder, with chilling light bursting forth.
"The alien race, truly worthy of being one of the top ancient universes in the Chaos Sea. Just two years ago, we annihilated one army, yet in this short time, you've assembled another."
"But today, my appearance is precisely to stop the arrival of the alien army!"
"Without an Ancient Great Emperor, even though my Chaos Supreme Body was destroyed and cannot reform in a short time, my true body alone is enough to block them single-handedly."
Boom—
Ye Chen charged forward, immediately plunging into the alien army like a pillar of chaotic light crashing into an endless dark torrent.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom—
The first million alien troops to bear the brunt, including many Quasi-Monarchs, were directly swept away by Ye Chen's transformed chaotic light pillar, instantly reduced to ashes, unable to offer any resistance.
In the blink of an eye, a million troops were slain!
Strong!
Strong to an absurd degree!
Both sides were shocked!
"Courting death!"
One of the alien monarchs roared in anger. A mere human monarch, even if he was the Battle Saint King, charging forward and slaughtering over a million alien troops was simply courting death.
He was powerful, a Third Heaven Monarch, wielding a spiked club, his aura overwhelming the heavens. He directly swept it over, unleashing all his monarch laws, aiming to smash Ye Chen's head.
"A Third Heaven Monarch? Like an ant."
Ye Chen gave a contemptuous smile and threw out a simple, unadorned fist. Yet, this caused the Monarchs behind the army to change expression: "Ao Fang, escape now!"
Only super monarchs above the Seventh Heaven could truly see the special nature of Ye Chen's punch, let alone the Monarchs, who saw it even more clearly.
The Third Heaven alien monarch named Ao Fang paled, knowing full well that if a Monarch spoke, it was no idle warning. He immediately retracted his spiked club and turned to flee.
But the next moment, his figure suddenly froze in place, unable to move.
Because an extremely fearsome monarch heavenly might manifested, suppressing him completely.
And what horrified him was that this monarch heavenly might was so powerful that even a Third Heaven Monarch like him couldn't move.
An ordinary monarch wouldn't have such means.
Could it be that this Battle Saint King had already—
Boom—
At that moment, Ye Chen's fist had already collided with the spiked club, a monarch immortal weapon. It exploded, shattering as easily as crushing dry weeds and rotten wood. Then, without losing momentum, it landed on Ao Fang's head.
His head exploded, a thousand crimson peach blossoms blooming alongside splattering pale brain matter.
Silently, the fist erupted with special chaotic flames, instantly annihilating Ao Fang's monarch heavenly soul, burning it to nothingness.
Ghosts wailed and gods howled; celestial phenomena manifested.
The Third Heaven Monarch Ao Fang had fallen!
The world was shaken!
With just this single punch, a powerful Third Heaven Monarch had been killed. Such combat power—even a Seventh Heaven super monarch might not be able to achieve it.
"So strong. The Battle Saint King seems to have become many times more powerful after advancing to Ancient Monarch."
Behind him, the human Seven Monarchs exchanged glances, all filled with deep shock.
Was this the legendary, greatest prodigy of all time, comparable to the Heavenly Emperor and the Primordial Ancestor?
Once he advanced to monarch, he had actually become so many times stronger, far surpassing ordinary newly-advanced monarchs by an unknown degree.
No wonder he could instantly annihilate three monarch-level Imperial Sons and Maidens not long ago.
"It's him! It's the Battle Saint King from the Pangu Universe, the Eternal Quasi-Monarch. He has most likely advanced to Ancient Monarch now. No matter what, we must strangle him, not allow him to become a Supreme One!"
Within the alien army, numerous Ancient Monarchs and the lofty Monarchs were instantly filled with killing intent, charging forward with extreme speed.
Infinite killing intent flooded this stretch of heaven and earth, no less than the killing intent released by a true Supreme One.
"Battle Saint King, escape now!"
The Seven Monarchs changed color. Under such terrifying killing intent, they felt their entire bodies stiffen, as if about to explode.
"Hahahaha—come at me!"
Ye Chen laughed heartily, appearing almost crazed. Instead of retreating, he charged straight into the alien army—a purely suicidal act.
"Since you insist on courting death, don't blame this Monarch for showing no mercy."
The alien Monarchs' killing intent surged forth one by one.
And their speed reached an unimaginable level. In less than the blink of an eye, they had arrived within a hundred thousand li of Ye Chen.
One could say that a mere hundred thousand li distance was far too close for a Monarch—they could cross it in less time than a single thought.
"Courting death?" Ye Chen sneered. "The ones courting death are you! Come on, I've been waiting for you!"
The expressions of the several alien Monarchs immediately changed slightly. At their level, they could naturally foresee events and sense the emergence of a terrifying crisis.
What was about to happen?
Boom—
Yet before they could react, they only saw that high above the Chaos Sea, in the unreachable heights of the firmament, the most blazing light suddenly appeared, illuminating every corner of this battlefield.
The most terrifying heavenly tribulation had appeared, arriving with extreme speed, almost instantaneously, flooding a region spanning over a hundred million li.
Monarch Heavenly Tribulation!