"Dad."
Within the Henggu Hall, everyone watched the scene with tension. Chenxi was especially worried about her younger brother, hoping their father would intervene.
But Ye Chen's expression remained calm. "This is a duel between the new generation. Life or death, we cannot interfere."
He himself had walked this path step by step back in the day. Duels among peers never involved assistance from those behind them. Having survived countless life-and-death perils, he had reached his current position, dominating the Eight Realms of the Myriad Worlds.
As his son, and a Chaos True Dragon who carried great expectations, he naturally wouldn't be allowed to remain under constant protection. Otherwise, he would be no different from a flower in a greenhouse—how could he ever grow?
Although the Goddess, Yi Wu, and the other main consorts were concerned, they understood Ye Chen's thoughts.
Of course, if Ye Junlin were to encounter true danger, they would intervene at all costs, even if Ye Chen tried to stop them.
Besides, one must not forget that sealed within Ye Junlin's body was an Ancient Nation's Ancestral Dragon Vein from the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain. The power it contained rivaled that of a Quasi-Monarch. Unless an Ancient Monarch made a move, nothing could truly happen to him.
"ROAR—"
A Heavenly Dragon's roar echoed. Ye Junlin was covered in blood, but at this moment, boundless Chaos Dao Principles permeated the air, faintly revealing the form of a supreme True Dragon. Dragon Might manifested, suppressing all directions.
Faced with numerous fearsome enemies, he had no choice but to reveal many astonishing trump cards, also exposing his identity as a Chaos True Dragon.
With his identity exposed, Ye Junlin's combat power undoubtedly surged dramatically, improving in all aspects.
BOOM—
The True Dragon Battle Heaven Art was executed. Caught off guard, a young alien Overlord was sent flying, half his body exploding, flesh, blood, and white bone splattering everywhere.
"The complete True Dragon Battle Heaven Art can only be performed by a pure-blooded True Dragon! Who are you? Why can you, who has mastered Chaos, also execute the offensive Saint Art of the True Dragon lineage!"
That young alien Overlord was shocked, finding this scene hard to believe.
"I am Ye Junlin, son of the Battle Saint King!"
Though covered in blood, all his injuries had healed. Chaotic light drowned his form, the Myriad Daos manifested, and ten dragon auras coiled around his body, setting him apart as peerless and unmatched, like a Chaos Deity or a Heavenly Dragon Sovereign Lord.
Strands of his hair were stained with blood—his own Chaos blood and that of his enemies. He was born from bloodshed!
"Be careful! He's not just a simple Chaos cultivator. Not only has he inherited the Battle Saint King's Chaos Dao techniques, he also possesses a True Dragon physique. He's the legendary Chaos True Dragon!"
Another young alien Overlord roared, filled with indescribable shock.
A Chaos True Dragon was practically a myth within myths.
Throughout the endless ages, there had only been one Chaos True Dragon—the Primordial Dragon, born from Chaos. It later transcended the Supreme One realm, achieving the status of a Supreme Colossus. Its strength was so immense it could reign supreme and invincible within the Chaos Sea.
Although the pure-blooded True Dragons of the later True Dragon lineage possessed extremely powerful bloodlines and physiques, they still paled in comparison to a Chaos True Dragon. Across the endless ages, through the rise and fall of epoch after epoch, only the Primordial Dragon remained as the sole Chaos True Dragon.
No one expected to witness a second Chaos True Dragon today, and one who was the offspring of the Battle Saint King at that.
"Kill him! We cannot let him grow into a second Primordial Dragon!"
Simultaneously, the four young alien Overlords all flashed cold light in their eyes, their killing intent boundless and infinite, all locking onto Ye Junlin.
Originally, the mere fact that Ye Junlin was Ye Chen's son was reason enough for him to die. Add to that his status as a Great Perfection Supreme Genius, and now the discovery that he was a Chaos True Dragon—this provided an absolutely necessary reason for his execution!
In the shadows, the alien race was naturally observing all this. Upon learning that Ye Junlin was actually a Chaos True Dragon, their killing intent became infinite, subtly permeating the surroundings.
A Chaos True Dragon was too terrifying, as evidenced by the Primordial Dragon.
The moment that killing intent spread, Ye Chen's gaze swept back. With a simple slap, he struck the void.
Hum—
The void merely trembled slightly, leaving behind a clear palm-shaped black hole. A palm force pierced through the void, traversing who knows how many billions of li in the blink of an eye within the nothingness, then abruptly appeared at the location where the hidden killing intent originated.
It was one of the alien race's hidden locations, housing one alien Sovereign, five alien Quasi-Sovereigns, and seventeen alien God Kings.
At this moment, the palm force suddenly manifested there, transforming into a ten-thousand-li colossal palm imprint.
The palm imprint seemed minuscule to an Ancient Monarch, but the instant it appeared, all alien beings, including the Ancient Monarch, saw their massive dharma forms shrink to normal size. The Ancient Monarch was reduced to a mere hundred li in stature.
The palm imprint descended, containing an indescribable power of time and space. It offered no chance for escape, even their thoughts grinding to a halt, unable to function effectively.
"Perish."
A soft voice, familiar—Ye Chen's—came from the Henggu Hall billions of li away.
BOOM—
The ten-thousand-li palm imprint fell, instantly flattening that ten-thousand-li expanse of heaven, earth, and void into a sheet of paper. Everything within was compressed accordingly, then shattered inch by inch, turning to dust and scattering to the wind.
In an instant, all the aliens who had emanated killing intent were utterly annihilated.
All who witnessed this couldn't help but feel their hearts pound with fear.
The Heavenly Kingdom Ruler had made his move. As expected, it was an absolute kill!
An Ancient Monarch, so weak!
At the same time, Ye Chen's gaze swept towards other locations, as if sighing. "You all hide quite deeply, not leaking any killing intent. Otherwise, I'd really like to slap a few more aliens to death!"
The entire world was shaken!
The Heavenly Kingdom Ruler truly possessed grand bearing, and was also utterly terrifying, to speak of alien powerhouses so dismissively, wanting to kill several more with a single slap.
Yet, upon reflection, it was only natural. Even an Ancient Monarch as powerful as that had been slapped to death.
Such might—in this vast world, how many could possess it?
Silently, it seemed as if numerous auras filled with infinite resentment and killing intent permeated the heavens and earth. Yet, no one dared to look towards Ye Chen, fearing he would sense it and slap them to death like before.
The world sighed with emotion. This was the Heavenly Kingdom Ruler, the invincible Heavenly Kingdom Ruler. His majesty and power far surpassed that of the Heaven Realm Rulers of all past eras.
Now, the world's attention returned to the ultimate battle among the younger generation.
Especially Ye Junlin, the son of the Heavenly Kingdom Ruler, who drew the world's gaze.
As the son of the Heavenly Kingdom Ruler and the legendary Chaos True Dragon, his status was even more astonishing than that of an Imperial Son or Daughter, or a Great Emperor's personal disciple.
Chaotic light overflowed, laws splashed, the Myriad Daos trembled and hummed—the peak confrontation continued.
His strength was far greater than when he had confronted Qin Shiqi, as different as heaven and earth.
Seeing this, Qin Shiqi's expression darkened.
He had originally thought Ye Junlin's victory over him was merely luck. After returning, he had cultivated bitterly, hoping to advance further and defeat Ye Junlin someday.
But seeing this today, he realized that during their battle, Ye Junlin had held back considerably. That fight wouldn't have been so simple; likely, victory would have been decided in less than a hundred exchanges.