Guo Lin's entire physique swelled another size, with streams of purple light flowing across his body. Purple scales grew on his skin, and a purple crystal horn sprouted from his head. His aura surged dramatically.
His entire appearance underwent a startling transformation. Shrouded in shimmering purple light and billowing demonic aura, he resembled a humanoid flood dragon taking form—and not an ordinary demon ancestor's transformation at that, otherwise how could he be so powerful?
"A demon race?" Ye Chen was slightly surprised, never expecting Guo Lin himself to be of the demon race.
Guo Lin transformed into a dazzling streak of purple light as he charged forward. His demonic aura was terrifying, filled with a dangerous presence, and his physical body was incredibly robust, containing explosive, supreme power.
Boom—
The moment he charged, he clashed with Ye Chen in a flurry of dozens, even hundreds, of punches. Each collision produced metallic clangs, their four fists striking like four divine hammers, clanging and clattering.
Waves of air exploded continuously, and the ground beneath them cracked and split apart.
Ye Chen's expression turned slightly grave. After the purple light manifested, Guo Lin's physical strength had increased by a significant margin, actually capable of withstanding his fists. It was indeed extraordinary.
Moreover, in the subsequent clashes, Guo Lin truly displayed sufficiently formidable combat prowess. His body was completely covered in purple scales, shining brilliantly. His entire being radiated a surging demonic aura as he transformed into a humanoid flood dragon, continuously attacking and striking at Ye Chen.
The two clashed and fought relentlessly. Divine light constantly erupted with rumbling roars. The entire ground continuously exploded and cracked. Their battle carried them into a desolate mountain range, where their divine might erupted, shattering one barren mountain after another, sending plumes of dust soaring into the sky.
Guo Lin had indeed grown much stronger. However, if this was all he had, Ye Chen was not worried.
With a light shout, Ye Chen made his first move that could be considered somewhat serious. His entire fist instantly bloomed with crimson-gold divine radiance, interwoven with Dao marks, as he struck out.
Boom—
Accompanied by a terrifying explosive roar that rippled through the air, the void collapsed. Guo Lin was sent flying back once more, his entire fist nearly blown apart, blood dripping and bones exposed.
His expression shifted repeatedly before he could only let out a soft sigh. "A Young King is indeed extraordinary. Though I am born of the demon race and carry a trace of dragon blood, I am still far from your match."
Ye Chen responded indifferently, "Every Young King cultivates every aspect of their current realm to the extreme, hailed as the pinnacle. Even their physical bodies are no exception, far surpassing others. Only then can they be called Kings. Even if you carry dragon blood, it cannot be pure—at most a thin trace. How can you compare your divine body to a King's? You merely rely on being a full major realm higher."
Those capable of achieving the King realm are all extraordinary, potential contenders on the path to becoming a Human Sovereign. How could they truly be weak?
Guo Lin's expression darkened. The dragon blood within him took effect, and he consumed a precious healing pill. His shattered fist rapidly repaired itself, soon restored to wholeness.
Throughout this process, Ye Chen did not hinder his recovery, treating him with his usual indifference because he possessed the confidence and sufficient strength to fear nothing.
This made Guo Lin's expression grow even darker. Was this not looking down on him?
"So what if you're a King? Today, I, Guo Lin, will contend properly, using my Divine Transformation major realm to suppress a so-called King. Before true strength, Kings are not worth a single blow."
Guo Lin roared. Undoubtedly, after transforming into his humanoid flood dragon form, his strength had increased comprehensively. Possessing a fearsome flood dragon battle physique, the divine power of the Great Dao within him surged through every inch of his meridians with rumbling resonance. It was nothing like what someone newly stepping into the Divine Transformation major realm should possess—far more powerful.
He did not merely throw punches; he also unleashed various powerful close-combat techniques possessed by the flood dragon race. His scales shone brilliantly with purple radiance, light severing heaven and earth. A massive flood dragon phantom even appeared, cutting across the sky as it pounced forward.
"Nine Dragons Emerge from the Sea!"
This was an ultimate divine ability. As Guo Lin executed it, heaven and earth changed color. Dark clouds veiled the sky, and an endless ocean descended from above, flooding the area. Vaguely, terrifying True Dragons could be seen swimming and coiling within the sea of clouds, each one immense as they lunged at Ye Chen.
"A pity you lack truly ultimate strength. All else is just empty talk."
Ye Chen spoke lightly, his expression still unchanged, as if nothing in the world could make him flinch. Standing firm in the void, he simply swung his fists, punching continuously. He clashed with the True Dragons, metallic clangs ringing out, sparks flying, shaking heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!—
He threw a total of thirty-six punches. Each fist shattered heaven and split earth, carrying vast, boundless power of heaven and earth. The entire ocean completely exploded, clouds and mist churning skyward with rumbling roars. The nine True Dragons lurking within could not withstand it, directly torn apart and shattered by his fists, making others pale at the thought of just how powerful Ye Chen's physical body was.
However, at that moment, a burly, towering figure appeared behind Ye Chen. In his hand appeared a demonic blade blazing with purple light—Guo Lin's life-bound treasure blade. A faint dragon's roar seemed to echo from it as a cold voice came through: "This is my Demonic Dragon Treasure Blade, forged by daily tempering with my own flood dragon blood containing True Dragon lineage. It has slain nine experts of the Divine Transformation Realm. Today, I will kill you and offer a King's heart-blood to sacrifice this blade."
The demonic blade slashed out a pillar of purple light reaching for the heavens, like a purple galaxy descending. The bloody clouds in the sky were illuminated in dazzling purple.
"Comparing ordinary Divine Transformation cultivators to a King? You think too much."
Ye Chen himself did not move, not even turning his head as he swung his fist backhand. With a deafening boom, his divine fists, peerless and carrying incomparable force, struck as if pressing down with the entire vast heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth shattered. The demonic blade was broken by this single punch, scattering into countless purple shards that flew in all directions, soaring into the sky. Many shards shot back, piercing into Guo Lin's body, drawing blood and wounding him.
Guo Lin's expression changed drastically. He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, disbelief in his eyes, never expecting Ye Chen to be this powerful. But more than that was terror as he swiftly retreated.
Yet Ye Chen's cold voice followed: "Do you truly think you can escape?"
Guo Lin immediately felt a chilling horror explode behind him. At that very moment, Ye Chen's figure instantly appeared at his back. A single palm slapped down, like a hand from a Nine Heavens descending war god pressing down. No matter how strong Guo Lin was, his body shattered inch by inch, exploding into nothingness.
Guo Lin, dead!