Boom—
A tremendous roar exploded throughout the entire Black Sky City.
A terrifying fluctuation erupted, like a divine strike unleashed. Countless buildings and structures were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
Everything in that area collapsed. The very void trembled and shook, heaven and earth crumbled. Extremely fearsome dao fluctuations continuously erupted, reaching far and wide, annihilating all in their path.
The rumbling roar echoed endlessly, as if the entire sky had been torn asunder. Endless clouds scattered, and terrifying light of destruction spread boundlessly, rapidly obliterating vast swathes of land, stirring up endless dust that soared into the sky and cracked the vast earth.
Everything was being destroyed.
Even though Black Sky City possessed protective forces, this destructive power was too strong, too terrifying. Ordinary array patterns simply could not withstand it.
"Run!"
Everyone in that area desperately fled, but some simply couldn't react in time and were swallowed up, suffering complete annihilation of both body and spirit, ceasing to exist in this world.
The enforcers of Black Sky City trembled. This destructive might was too terrifying, unstoppable. Unless those old monsters emerged, how could it possibly be halted?
"Hmph!"
At this moment, a cold snort rang out from the deepest part of Black Sky City, enveloping the entire city. An immense dao power swiftly arrived, suppressing the ravaged area.
It was seen that under this vast power, the destructive fluctuation was rapidly being contained, no longer spreading. It was confined to an area of only three li in radius, unable to spread even a hair's breadth further.
This majestic power made everyone tremble and feel compelled to submit. It was peerless in the world. Could it be that one of the Eight Great Bandits of Black Sky from the city's deepest recesses had taken action, subduing all this?
People speculated that at the very least, a Saint-level existence had intervened; otherwise, it could not have been stopped. As for whether it was one of the peerless existences among the Eight Great Bandits of Black Sky, that remained unknown. All they knew was that all destructive fluctuations had been contained and would spread no further.
Many felt as if they had survived a calamity, letting out long sighs of relief as they looked back at that area with lingering fear.
When all the dust settled, numerous cultivators standing in the void could clearly see that within the three-li radius of the collision, everything had been flattened. A massive crater had been blasted open, within which terrifying law power still rippled and permeated.
Within the great crater, two figures stood confronting each other. One of them was naturally Ye Chen.
At this moment, the nine layers of divine halo around his body had long since shattered. He was covered in dripping blood, his black hair matted with blood clinging to his chest and back in clumps.
Countless wounds covered his body, several so deep the bone was visible. Inside, who knew how many tendons and bones were broken. Even the right hand he had used to execute the Heaven-Shaking Palm had exploded, a section of it severed clean off.
This was the price of clashing head-on with a Demi-Saint, and the price of executing the Heaven-Shaking Palm. Having only half his hand blown off was already remarkable.
Even so, Ye Chen's heroic bearing remained unchanged. He stood firm in the void, his gaze shot forth strands of brilliant light, brighter than divine lamps. An aura of supreme dao will always enveloped him, capable of crushing the vault of heaven through the ages, seemingly invincible.
He resembled an undefeated war god, still confronting the Seventeenth Elder opposite him, unmoving, majestic as a mountain, leaving many utterly shocked in their hearts!
On the other side was the Seventeenth Elder. Although his injuries were far less severe than Ye Chen's, the palm he had used was split open, flesh torn, white bone exposed, with strands of blood seeping out.
The metacarpal bones were fractured into over a dozen pieces.
Naturally, compared to Ye Chen, he was in much better shape. But his expression was unprecedentedly grim.
Because the premise of such injuries had to include this: he was a generation-spanning, peerless Demi-Saint, a peerless powerhouse with half his body squeezed into the Saint Treasury Realm. After reaching the peak of the ninth heaven of Divine Transformation, he had undergone Extreme Sublimation, possessing faint threads of Saint might, far more powerful than a peak Divine Transformation expert.
This was the foundation of a Demi-Saint's invincibility. But what realm was Ye Chen in?
The absolute peak of the ninth level of Demigod, still one step away from entering the Divine Transformation Realm. The gap between them was not just one major realm, but also nine minor realms—a difference as vast as heaven and earth, incomparably immense.
Such a person was generally just an ant, one he could crush with a single slap without knowing how many he'd killed. Even a Young King was at most a slightly stronger ant, completely incapable of resisting.
But now, this slightly stronger ant had not only survived a palm strike from him without dying, but also remained standing firm, even managing to shatter his palm and break his hand bones.
All of this was beyond his expectations, unbelievable.
Even the others in Black Sky City were stunned, for all of this was too shocking.
Drip, drip—
The scene was utterly silent, save for the sound of blood dripping from the Young King's body, falling to the ground like the tolling of a great bell, deafening to the ears, drawing the attention of all.
At this moment, he stood in the void, his heroic figure unwavering, like an immortal divine peak of the heavenly realm, confronting the Demi-Saint. That dao will surged even more powerfully. From the crown of his head, a dazzling beam of light shot into the clouds, like a great dragon roaring and shaking heaven and earth.
An invincible aura of dao majesty emanated from him, piercing through the sky, watched by tens of thousands.
"This child is no ordinary creature in a pond; encountering wind and clouds, he transforms into a dragon!"
Suddenly, facing the Young King, the Seventeenth Elder felt an unprecedented chill in his heart. This youth was too monstrous. At such a young age and such a realm, he could withstand a strike from a Demi-Saint without dying. His potential was too astonishing. If left to grow, he would inevitably become a generation-spanning, peerless existence, reaching the pinnacle of the Great Dao.
Such a person, if a friend, must be befriended with utmost sincerity. But if an enemy, he could only be strangled early in the cradle of his growth.
To ensure Scarlet God Valley faced no danger in the future, he now had to eliminate this prodigy, safeguarding Scarlet God Valley's security for days to come.
His killing intent erupted, impossible to conceal, sweeping forward. He took action, arriving before Ye Chen, raising his hand to press down with a palm strike that caused heaven and earth to resonate.
Even a peak Divine Transformation expert would undoubtedly die here.
"Junior, today, no matter what, you will die. No one can save you."
But Ye Chen's gaze remained bright as stars, meeting his look, and he said calmly, "You cannot kill me."
Boom—
As if confirming his words, the Seventeenth Elder suddenly shuddered as if struck by lightning. His entire body was sent flying hundreds of zhang away, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. He looked in horror at the sky, where a burly, generation-spanning figure had suddenly appeared. A cold voice descended:
"A mere Demi-Saint dares to take action in my Black Sky City, disrupting order. Do you wish to be killed?"