"Even Old Ninth was defeated by him. This guy is no simple character. We truly cannot afford to underestimate him." A handsome youth with flowing golden hair spoke. He resembled a divine sovereign, bathed in flawless golden radiance, appearing sacred and immaculate.
Yet, no one dared to look down on him, not even the other War Gods, for he was precisely the Second War God among the Twelve War Gods, his combat prowess unquestionably second.
"If you want to make a move, then do it immediately. What's the point of just watching?" The second female War God spoke. She appeared even more coldly beautiful and outstanding, peerlessly perfect. Her words, however, received unanimous agreement from the others.
In the end, this was because she was the foremost among the Twelve War Gods.
Almost all of the Twelve War Gods turned their gazes toward Ye Chen. Several of them revealed blazing fighting spirit, their terrifying divine might surging toward Ye Chen with almost no attempt at concealment, causing the void to crack.
The numerous super Heaven's Prides retreated at once, fearing they might be impacted by this fighting spirit.
Fighting spirit was intangible, yet the fighting spirit of these War Gods was terrifyingly potent, capable of materializing into substance, delivering a fearsome impact even to the soul. It was not to be underestimated in the slightest.
Zhenyu Imperial Son, Martial God, and the others immediately changed expressions, preparing to retreat, leaving Ye Chen standing alone in an empty space.
Ye Chen looked toward the Twelve War Gods. The terrifying fighting spirit, dense to the extreme, blotted out the sky and earth, submerging him, yet he remained utterly motionless.
"Hmm?" A War God revealed a look of surprise. Remaining unscathed in the face of a War God's fighting spirit wasn't overly difficult. But to remain completely unharmed while simultaneously facing the surging fighting spirit of all Twelve War Gods... that was no ordinary feat.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fighting spirit of the Twelve War Gods was now continuously and vigorously rising. By the time it reached a certain level, its intensity was so great that it directly distorted the void, annihilating heaven and earth into nothingness.
In this space, only Ye Chen remained standing firm, resisting all the surging fighting spirit.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Brilliant radiance erupted from Ye Chen's body as he self-evolved a domain, completely warding off the fighting spirit of the Twelve War Gods. Simultaneously, he looked coldly at them and said, "I don't particularly like being pressured by someone's fighting spirit."
He raised a fist and punched out. With a thunderous boom, the fighting spirit of the Twelve War Gods pressing down upon him was directly shattered into nothingness.
At the same time, he shot across the sky like a raging dragon, arriving before the Twelve War Gods in an instant. Without a word, he instantly unleashed twelve punches, simultaneously striking toward all Twelve War Gods.
"Hmm?"
"Seeking death!"
"Arrogant!"
...
Facing Ye Chen's audacious attack—daring to take on all Twelve War Gods alone—the War Gods felt he clearly did not hold them in regard.
One War God after another erupted in fury, though some also showed interest. They all struck out together, their attacks converging on Ye Chen.
Normally, with their pride as War Gods, they would never jointly attack a single opponent. But now, they had made their move.
Regardless, they had to teach Ye Chen a lesson.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen exchanged a single blow with each of the Twelve War Gods. His figure then drifted back, completely unharmed.
The Twelve War Gods revealed looks of astonishment. This person was indeed powerful. To have exchanged blows with all of them simultaneously and still retreat unscathed was no simple matter.
"He is strong!" The First War God spoke, her clear autumn eyes gazing at Ye Chen. In all these years, this was the first time she had encountered such a powerful, peerless Heaven's Pride aside from Desolate Heaven.
The Heaven's Prides present were even more shocked. Was there truly someone in this world who could clash with the Twelve War Gods and retreat unscathed? Everyone had underestimated this man.
Even Zhenyu Imperial Son and Martial God were deeply shaken. Though they knew Ye Chen was monstrous, witnessing with their own eyes that he could clash with the Twelve War Gods at their peak without falling behind was still hard to imagine.
Back then, Ye Chen had been able to engage in a peak confrontation with Zhenyu Imperial Son. How many years had passed since then? Now he had grown to this level, far surpassing them.
Zhenyu Imperial Son gave a bitter smile, yet felt a trace of relief. If he hadn't proactively befriended Ye Chen back then but had instead become an enemy, he would likely be filled with endless regret now.
Martial God remained silent. He recalled the young generation competition in the Boundary Desert, where he could still be considered an equal rival. Though he ultimately suffered a narrow defeat, he believed he could eventually surpass Ye Chen. After all, he was a descendant of an Imperial Clan, his Imperial Dao bloodline comparable to a third-generation Imperial Grandson, and his physical body was even stronger than some Imperial Son-level figures.
But now, witnessing Ye Chen's strength, he felt only a deep sense of speechlessness. This guy was truly becoming more and more monstrous.
The gap between them now was probably beyond description, not even the difference between heaven and earth could suffice.
"Your Highness, this person is strong. He is completely qualified to become the Thirteenth War God. Even among us twelve, he could definitely rank within the top five, perhaps even contend for the top three!"
At this moment, the golden-haired, handsome Second War God looked toward the carriage and cupped his fists. "Such an outstanding hero, if Your Highness could take him under your wing, adding him as the Thirteenth War God, I believe Your Highness's prestige would grow even greater!"
Clearly, he hoped Desolate Heaven could recruit Ye Chen as a subordinate.
Such fine talent and quality were rare in the world.
However, though he spoke thus, he only believed Ye Chen's strength, at most, could rank within the top five among the Twelve War Gods. Perhaps, with a bit of luck, he might make the top three.
As for first or second place, the hope was slim.
In the end, the earlier exchange between the Twelve War Gods and Ye Chen was merely casual, not a full-force attack. Thus, they hadn't displayed their true combat power.
Another War God also said, "Your Highness, I think Second Brother's words are correct. This youth definitely possesses the strength to become a War God. Moreover, he has defeated Old Ninth. If he could become the Thirteenth War God, it would be like adding wings to a tiger for us Twelve War Gods."
The other War Gods, though silent, did not refuse. Clearly, they all considered these words true. Ye Chen indeed possessed the strength to become the Thirteenth War God, earning their unanimous, high recognition.
Among the onlookers, many Heaven's Prides erupted in an uproar, looking at Ye Chen with envy and jealousy. They hadn't expected the possibility of Ye Chen becoming a War God to be raised again.
Undoubtedly, it all boiled down to Ye Chen displaying peerless combat power among his generation, thus earning the War Gods' high recognition and the qualification to stand alongside them as a War God.
Becoming a War God was a pursuit, an honor, for countless Heaven's Prides.
Before arriving in the Boundless Domain, many Heaven's Prides possessed an invincible Dao heart, firmly believing themselves to be unrivaled, capable of suppressing all heavens. However, upon arriving in Boundless City and witnessing the top-tier Heaven's Prides from all corners of the All Heavens—including numerous Imperial Son-level figures of transcendent talent—they appeared quite ordinary within Boundless City.
Giant's Scions were even more outstanding, and they were not few in number within Boundless City. Yet, they were not absolutely invincible; many had been defeated.
At that time, they felt deeply lost. Their desire to venture to the Thirty-Three Celestial Domains and contend for the supreme Heavenly Throne waned. Some even began to doubt themselves, believing it impossible.
The Origin Land was simply too vast, the number of Heaven's Prides too great. Truly peerless, unmatched Heaven's Prides were not few—there were Imperial Sons, Giant's Scions, and also War God-level figures who could suppress various Giant's Scions.
Even more terrifying were monstrous existences like Desolate Heaven, whom even the War Gods willingly followed.
Compared to such monsters, they were merely mediocre, utterly unqualified to pursue the supreme Heavenly Throne.
Therefore, they could only settle for the next best thing: achieving the Dao and becoming an Emperor. If they could follow Desolate Heaven and become War Gods under his command, that was an even more fervent aspiration for them.
As War Gods, they could follow Desolate Heaven, enter the Thirty-Three Celestial Domains, contend in the Great Dao against the strongest Heaven's Prides of the All Heavens, and even enter the supreme Eternal Celestial Clan, becoming clansmen and obtaining unparalleled honor.
"War Gods?" Ye Chen looked at the Twelve War Gods coldly. "No interest. Moreover, do you lot even have the qualification to call yourselves War Gods?"
These War Gods had repeatedly made moves against him. Naturally, he wouldn't be polite now.
"Arrogant!"
Though the Twelve War Gods held a high evaluation of Ye Chen, for him to dare say they were unqualified to be called War Gods was absolutely an insult.
One of the War Gods stepped forward. "You may have defeated Old Ninth, but Old Ninth only ranks ninth among us, not the strongest. I rank seventh. I'd like to see just how capable you are to be so arrogant."
He shot through the air, charging at Ye Chen. His attack from the outset was heaven-shattering and earth-destroying, terrifyingly powerful, enough to make even a Giant's Scion feel despair.
Ye Chen met him head-on. Their collision was like two stars crashing, annihilating everything in all directions.
The two exchanged several moves in an instant. With a tremendous boom, a figure was sent flying—it was precisely the Seventh War God. He had been defeated, staggering, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a large portion of his chest caved in. He looked at Ye Chen with disbelief, as if unable to imagine how this guy, so terrifyingly powerful, had defeated him so quickly.
Ye Chen swept a glance at him. "Your combat power is not bad, but merely not bad."
"You—!" The Seventh War God was both shocked and furious, yet left speechless.
"Old Seventh, you are indeed not his match. Let me." The Fourth War God stepped forward. Like the suppressed Dwarf King Tiesuo, he was a peerless Heaven's Pride of the Dwarf Race, but in all aspects, he far surpassed Dwarf King Tiesuo by who knew how much.
He also held a warhammer in hand, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Kid, you are indeed strong. I heard you defeated my Dwarf Race's Tiesuo in the Thousand Stars Tower. Though his strength is ordinary, your ability to defeat him shows your power is indeed not bad."
Ye Chen said bluntly, "If you want to make a move, do it quickly. Don't waste everyone's time."
"Good!" The Fourth War God did not hesitate, charging forward and swinging his warhammer. "Be careful. I am not that waste Tiesuo."
Divine might surged grandly as the two engaged in a fierce collision.
Clearly, the Fourth War God was indeed far superior to Tiesuo, terrifyingly powerful.
But before long, the Fourth War God's figure was also sent flying away. Only a mist of chaotic energy could be seen, from which Ye Chen's handsome and majestic figure walked out. Looking at him, Ye Chen said, "You are indeed much stronger than Tiesuo, but only by a bit. Nothing to be proud of."
The crowd erupted in an uproar. Even the Fourth War God had been defeated so quickly. This Ye Chen's combat power was even more astonishing than imagined.
Just as the War Gods ranked in the top three were about to make their move, an indisputable voice came from the carriage behind them: "Return. There's no need to make any more moves."