The Imperial Son swept his gaze over them, causing the few who had emerged from the Boundary Desert to feel as if facing a great enemy.
Even Martial God, at this moment, felt a sense of threat.
This Zhenyu Imperial Son before them was extraordinary, formidable, far surpassing Nangong Divine Son by who knew how many levels.
"You are all descendants of the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor lineage who emerged from the Boundary Desert, correct?" Although Zhenyu Imperial Son phrased it as a question, in reality, he had already confirmed the identities of the four, especially sensing from Martial God the powerful Great Emperor bloodline within him, carrying a confrontational aura.
Due to the ancient pact between the two emperors, whenever descendants of the two Great Emperors met, their bloodlines would naturally produce this subconscious sense of opposition.
"Yes!"
Martial God spoke, looking at Zhenyu Imperial Son with blazing eyes.
Hearing this, Zhenyu Imperial Son nodded slightly, but that was all. He did not attack the four.
On the contrary, he spoke up, inquiring whether the four were willing to follow him. If they agreed, they could directly accompany him to the Thirty-Three Celestial Domains to participate in the most intense Great Dao contention across all ages, without needing to pass any trials!
Without a doubt, these words astonished the many geniuses present, who looked at Zhenyu Imperial Son with confusion.
Weren't the Suppressing Prison Great Emperor lineage and the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor lineage supposed to be eternal adversaries?
Zhenyu Imperial Son, as the son of the Suppressing Prison Great Emperor, should logically suppress the descendants of the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor lineage, not recruit them.
"Right, although the two emperors fought and left behind the pact, and the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor sealed himself within the Boundary Desert, according to what my father said, the two Great Emperors did not have absolute, blood-deep hatred." A Divine Son murmured softly, privy to some related secrets.
There were many secrets surrounding the battle of the two emperors, but as one of the Ten Divine Lords of the Zhenyu Imperial Domain, governing the Ten Divine Domains on behalf of the Suppressing Prison Great Emperor and having followed him for endless years, he naturally knew quite a few.
Martial God said, "Our purpose in coming out is to defeat the strongest descendant of the Suppressing Prison Great Emperor. As the Imperial Son, you should be his strongest descendant, correct?"
Zhenyu Imperial Son said, "Yes!"
Zhenyu Imperial Son was hailed as the number one of the younger generation in the contemporary Zhenyu Imperial Domain. Each of the Ten Divine Domains had its strongest Divine Son, including Nangong Divine Son, yet none were a match for Zhenyu Imperial Son; all were his defeated opponents.
Martial God looked at Zhenyu Imperial Son, his fighting spirit surging: "I challenge you!"
However, Zhenyu Imperial Son did not speak, because the other nine Divine Sons stepped forward, their might imposing as they coldly looked at Martial God. "If you wish to challenge His Highness the Imperial Son, you must first pass through us."
Simultaneously, they glanced at Nangong Divine Son, frowning because he had not stepped forward with them.
Nangong Divine Son said indifferently, "I have fought him. I lost."
These words caused shock among all present.
Nangong Divine Son had actually lost!
Although he was not the strongest among the Ten Divine Sons, the fact that he could become a Divine Son spoke volumes. Even he had been defeated, which showed that this Martial God was no ordinary figure.
Martial God coldly stared at the nine Divine Sons, took a step forward, and the blood energy on his body suddenly erupted like a divine furnace of flames pouring down from the Ninth Heaven, flooding the Imperial Son's palace with terrifying might. He roared, "Good, come at me, all of you!"
He swung his fist—a seemingly simple punch, yet it contained infinite profundity, secretly imbued with the trajectory of an Emperor, directly striking a Divine Son.
"An Emperor Technique?" That Divine Son's face changed drastically. His hands transformed like lightning, mobilizing boundless divine power and Great Dao rules, manifesting a world-shaking divine ability to collide with it.
Boom—
The void exploded, terrifying destructive ripples spreading out.
Naturally, the Imperial Son's palace was not without God King-level existences stationed there. They acted to suppress the aftermath, preventing it from affecting the outside.
That Divine Son's figure, trailing a string of blood, was sent flying back like lightning, heavily smashing through the throne and piercing the palace wall.
One strike, and a Divine Son was defeated!
All sides were shocked!
Although that Divine Son had been careless and underestimated his opponent, if Martial God's strength had not reached such an extraordinary level, he could never have sent a Divine Son flying so forcefully.
"Too weak!"
Martial God shook his head, sweeping his gaze over the other eight Divine Sons. He soared into the air, his physical prowess on full display. "All of you, come at me together!"
Hearing this, the faces of the other eight Divine Sons instantly darkened.
"Since you are so arrogant, don't blame us for attacking together!"
The eight Divine Sons shot into the sky.
Martial God said nothing, attacking violently, executing the peerless Emperor Technique of the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor, focusing on his physical body, guiding the trajectories of the Great Dao, and forcefully engaging the eight Divine Sons.
"Arrogant!"
Another Divine Son was furious. Although Martial God had sent one Divine Son flying and his strength was formidable, to face eight Divine Sons alone was far too dismissive of them.
Boom—
Martial God snorted coldly. As the current strongest descendant of the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor, inheriting the high hopes of this lineage to challenge Zhenyu Imperial Son, he naturally possessed a proud heart.
He unleashed the physical body Emperor Technique of the Wasteland Desert Great Emperor lineage, forcefully clashing with the eight Divine Sons, displaying astonishing combat prowess.
The eight Divine Sons were naturally no ordinary figures either. They were the strongest geniuses in the Zhenyu Imperial Domain second only to the Imperial Son. Their fathers were Divine Lords, and they had inherited Divine Lord bloodlines and Emperor-level heaven-defying divine abilities, making them extremely powerful. Now, they all unleashed their might, collectively bombarding Martial God.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom—
The battle was incredibly intense, heaven-shattering and earth-rending, terrifyingly fierce, causing everyone present to watch with wide eyes. They marveled at the cultivation of the eight Divine Sons, all having reached the Great Power level and possessing extraordinary divine abilities—no wonder they could dominate a Divine Domain, finding no rivals.
However, they were even more astonished by Martial God's fearsomeness. He had not cultivated any Dao techniques or divine abilities, relying solely on his physical body to attain the Great Power realm, now unleashing unparalleled might.
Any divine ability or spell that struck him, even augmented by extraordinary Dao weapons, could still be shattered by Martial God's fists and palms, displaying the peerless momentum of one force breaking ten thousand techniques.
He fought the eight Divine Sons alone, locked in a fierce struggle that left all sides stunned.
In all the world, aside from Zhenyu Imperial Son, was there truly another who could reach this level, fighting multiple Divine Sons alone?
On the main seat, Zhenyu Imperial Son revealed a trace of surprise, seemingly also astonished by Martial God's strength, that he possessed such unparalleled combat power. But that was all.
Because he was Zhenyu Imperial Son, the number one of the contemporary younger generation. He had already, many years ago, suppressed the Ten Divine Sons and reigned supreme!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom—
As time passed, Martial God gradually gained the upper hand. Deeply understanding that two fists are no match for four hands, although he was strong, these eight Divine Sons were not weak either. So, his physical body tore through the void, constantly leaping and dodging, no longer arrogantly facing the combined attacks of multiple Divine Sons but adopting a method of defeating them one by one.
One Divine Son after another was sent flying in succession, spraying torrents of hot blood, a miserable sight.
Although Martial God also bore injuries, they were not serious. His incredibly robust physical body spoke for itself.
In the end, all eight Divine Sons were defeated, each bearing wounds. Only Martial God stood firm, his foot planted in the void as if stepping on an invisible staircase, looking levelly at the Imperial Son on the main seat. "Do I now have the qualification to challenge you?"