"Since you are under my command, from this moment on, my orders are supreme. Is that clear?"
Ye Chen's gaze swept over the three hundred Primordial Battle Riders, his expression cold. Layer upon layer of divine halos manifested around him, flowing with misty divine radiance that veiled his form. Even each strand of his hair was tinged with gold, making him appear like an invincible Divine King walking the mortal world—aloft and unassailable.
He stood with imposing grace, his thick black hair cascading over his shoulders as he looked down upon the three hundred Primordial Battle Riders, exuding authority without anger.
"You—"
The three hundred Primordial Battle Riders were furious. Who did this young junior think he was, truly believing himself to be a lofty master who could command them at will, treating them like servants?
Yet they dared not defy the orders of their master, Wang Ming—the one who had single-handedly raised them up, transforming them from obscure nobodies into the world-shaking Primordial Battle Riders, forging their invincible reputation.
Wang Ming's existence was akin to a second parent to them. Filled with gratitude, they would go through fire and water for him, unflinching even in the face of death. His command was their absolute principle.
Since Wang Ming had ordered them to protect this young junior well, even if they suffered humiliation, they could not resist.
Moreover, this young man was indeed extraordinary, possessing such a terrifying Dao will, like a Human King descending upon the mortal world, looking down upon all. It had dealt a massive impact to their three hundred Primordial Battle Riders; their collective will had actually been forcefully suppressed, which was truly shocking.
Was this really just a young junior? Why did they feel this Dao will was even more fearsome than that of ordinary Saint Lord-level existences?
"You, step forward!"
Ye Chen suddenly strode forward, pointing at one of the Commanders among the three hundred riders and shouting.
That was the Second Commander of the Primordial Battle Riders, Meng Shan—a super powerhouse at the peak of the ninth level of the Divine Transformation Realm, just one step away from entering the Demi-Saint realm. Having cultivated the Battle Body under Wang Ming's guidance, he was burly and tall, nearly one zhang in height, with a robust physique like an iron tower, imposing and mighty.
One could easily imagine that this rider Commander was an extremely terrifying super powerhouse. Due to cultivating the physical Battle Body, his blood energy was vigorous, even stronger than ordinary peak Divine Transformation experts. Merely standing there, he exuded a fearsome pressure that weighed heavily on others.
The Second Commander stepped forward, looking at Ye Chen with anger, frowning as he said, "May I ask what matter the Young Master has for summoning me, Meng Shan?"
Ye Chen glanced at him and said, "Do you believe your physique is sufficiently powerful?"
"Naturally."
Meng Shan replied arrogantly. Speaking of this aspect, it was the most prideful point for the three hundred riders. Having cultivated the Primordial Battle Body under their master, it was their invincible capital that allowed them to sweep through all realms.
"Good. In that case, let us face each other with fists, neither using the power of laws, but clashing with pure physical strength," Ye Chen said.
"What?"
The three hundred Primordial Battle Riders were all greatly startled, then frowned with anger. Was this a challenge to them? Second Commander Meng Shan frowned even deeper and said, "Young Master, please think twice. Although I will not use the power of laws, my strength is still formidable enough to harm super Divine Transformation experts. I do not wish to accidentally injure you."
The implication was: don't be presumptuous; even without using the power of laws, I could easily harm you.
"Is that so? In that case, I am even more eager to try," Ye Chen said seriously.
"Fine. Since that is the case, please be careful, Young Master. This subordinate worries he may not be able to control his strength," Second Commander Meng Shan shouted coldly. He completely retracted all law power within his body, his muscles turning plain and unadorned. Yet at this moment, he swung out a divine fist, striking through the air. Even without using his peak Divine Transformation law power, the entire sky trembled violently.
This was the fearsome physical strength of a Primordial Battle Rider Commander—so terrifying and supremely powerful.
But facing this punch, Ye Chen, standing directly before it, showed neither alarm nor fear. He merely smiled slightly and said, "Is that all?"
Boom—
Ye Chen threw his punch. Clearly, there was not a trace of Dao mark or law power, but the moment he struck, his slender frame seemed to have an ancient deity awakening within it, unleashing an unprecedented supreme Dao power. It actually carried a terrifying sense of heaven collapsing and earth rending, as if the entire world were about to completely crumble—boundlessly fearsome.
Everyone's hearts trembled. Wang Shan's eyes instantly lit up.
Ye Chen's fist collided fiercely with Meng Shan's iron fist, the size of a sandbag. In that instant, the heavens and earth shook, the void quivered, and the entire Saint Lord-level divine ship trembled as if unable to withstand the force of their punches. The very fabric of sky and void seemed on the verge of collapsing.
Rumble—
A terrifying shockwave spread out, shaking the divine ship. Many of the Primordial Battle Riders on the ship were nearly sent flying by the force—unbelievably fearsome.
The two instantly separated after the clash, with copious fresh blood splattering, each drop radiant and glowing.
Crack—
Ye Chen's fist was covered in mottled blood, dripping down drop by drop. Yet upon closer inspection, his fist was completely intact, faintly shimmering with crimson-gold divine radiance, flowing with an immortal glow.
In contrast, Meng Shan's entire fist was nearly blown apart, a bloody, mangled mess with skin torn and flesh rent. Even the hardest, most immortal finger bones in his palm had been ground down and shattered.
Everyone drew a sharp breath of cold air. In this collision, the peak Divine Transformation Realm Second Commander Meng Shan was actually no match for Ye Chen. Even his fist had been completely shattered—this was simply unimaginable.
Ye Chen's fist was actually this hard, too powerful.
"Is this the invincible physique you pride yourself on? Ridiculous. In my eyes, it is utterly weak, not worth a single blow," Ye Chen sneered coldly. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, his own form immortal, he was clearly just a young junior. Yet standing there, he seemed like an unshakable Ancient Divine Mountain, giving off an unprecedented sense of oppressive pressure.
He spoke with cold mockery, but at this moment, no one refuted him anymore, because Ye Chen had already used his own strength to prove his physical invincibility.
"I don't believe it!" Meng Shan roared, raising his fist to strike again. He could not accept that a young junior could possess a physique stronger than his.
Boom—
The next moment, Meng Shan was sent flying.
Ye Chen stepped forward, arriving before him in an instant. With a shake of his fist, Meng Shan's entire body seemed about to explode, cracks appearing all over his physique!!!