Ye Chen was taken aback. He had thought Ye Gucheng would want to continue the fight, but he hadn't expected him to voluntarily withdraw from the conflict. This genuinely gave him a favorable impression, and he cupped his fists. "I concede."
Ye Gucheng smiled faintly. This cold, aloof man rarely smiled, and there were few people or things worthy of his smile. However, facing Ye Chen, he did smile, because the other was a worthy opponent—a fellow Immortal True King, and truly powerful.
"So, do the rest of you still wish to contend for the Spiritual Source and the Dragon Sturgeon?"
Ye Chen swept his gaze over the various kings, his eyes cold as icy lightning shot forth. Every king who met his gaze felt as if struck by lightning, hurriedly averting their eyes from that intensely aggressive stare.
Even the imperial clan's True King from the Ye family had conceded. How could these other kings dare to speak up, let alone challenge the Great Demon King Yue, an Immortal True King? They were already fortunate he wasn't targeting them; to actively provoke this Great Demon King would be nothing short of seeking death.
The Dragon Sturgeon was priceless, but life was even more precious!
Ye Chen could only offer a slight, smiling nod to the few kings who had accompanied him, like Daochu and Beiming Gongwang, before taking a step forward. With a whoosh, he appeared before Zhao Wudao and Canglan Saint, who were both pinned to the ground.
Now, both kings were suppressed by Ye Chen, unable to move. Seeing Ye Chen looking down on them from above, his gaze carrying killing intent, they immediately panicked. Zhao Wudao roared, "Ye Chen, Yue, you cannot kill me! I am the Crown Prince of the Zhao Kingdom, the next-generation successor of an immortal force! Kill me, and you will face endless pursuit from the Zhao Kingdom!"
Canglan Saint also shouted, "Yue, think carefully! Can you withstand the pursuit of two immortal forces? Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won't escape!"
Ye Chen smiled. He extended both hands, transforming them into two giant palms that lifted the divine mountains pressing down on them. Instantly, their bodies relaxed, their bones cracking and popping.
The various kings were stunned. Could it be that Ye Chen was actually afraid of them?
Zhao Wudao snorted coldly. "Yue, you know your place—"
Boom—
Before he could finish, the divine mountains slammed down again, crushing both men beneath them once more, causing them to cough up large mouthfuls of blood.
"Yue, how dare you!" Zhao Wudao shrieked.
"In this world, there truly isn't anything I wouldn't dare to do," Ye Chen sneered. He grabbed the two divine mountains with his hands, then raised them high into the sky before smashing them down heavily, pinning the two kings firmly to the earth, coughing up blood and utterly immobilized.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two divine mountains were lifted and smashed down again and again. Pitiful were Zhao Wudao and Canglan Saint, two kings who were outstanding successors of immortal forces, kings of their generation, peerless in combat power, figures that inspired awe in their contemporaries. Yet now, they were in an utterly wretched state, being repeatedly smashed by Ye Chen's mountains.
Each time the mountains fell, the two coughed up copious blood. Even when they exerted their full power, divine radiance bursting forth and kingly divine principles striking at the heavens, it was useless—they were far from a match.
Ye Chen was too powerful, his divine power surging, standing firm in the True King realm. Unless both kings achieved Divine Transformation in the mortal world, ascending a major realm, they were no match for Ye Chen.
The various kings watching felt physical pain for the two kings. Kings were always prominent figures; when had they ever suffered such an embarrassing fate, being utterly bullied like this?
At the same time, they felt the peerless invincibility of an Immortal True King. Even within the same major realm, the gap between them was like that between ordinary young powerhouses and kings—unbridgeable.
Thud! Thud!
Finally, Ye Chen smashed them until they were a bloody, mangled mess, almost unrecognizable. He didn't kill them, but forcibly refined two clumps of kingly blood from them, absorbing them into his body.
Now, he had eight clumps of kingly blood, taking another major step towards reviving his Saint Body. He was now only two clumps short.
He swept his gaze over the various kings, inevitably considering them, causing their expressions to change. But at that moment, a clang! The three-zhang ancient coffin on the pyramid altar mutated!
Clang—
A tremendous sound reverberated through the sky, startling everyone.
Because the three-zhang ancient coffin on the pyramid altar suddenly underwent a strange change. The ancient bronze coffin trembled, emitting continuous humming sounds. The lid quivered, as if something terrifying inside was about to break out.
Everyone's attention was drawn, focusing intently on the scene before them.
From the undamaged demon mountain nests, countless alien race demons took to the sky, then voluntarily knelt and prostrated towards the pyramid altar. They chanted strange ancient words, as if reciting an ancient sacrificial text or singing a mysterious incantation. The sound echoed through the sky, resounding across heaven and earth.
Everyone felt that something was amiss, a sudden sense of unease rising in their hearts.
"I have a feeling something's wrong. It seems like they're trying to summon the existence slumbering within the ancient coffin. We can't let them continue. If they summon a truly fearsome existence, it won't be good."
It wasn't just Ye Chen and Ye Gucheng, the two peerless True Kings; even the other False King powerhouses and the young powerhouses could sense a certain unease.
As powerful as they were, they possessed a kind of intuitive spiritual sense that could foresee certain events, often quite accurately.
Boom—
Ye Gucheng made his move. This Immortal True King from the imperial clan erupted with endless sword rays from his entire body, thousands upon thousands of them shooting through the sky like boundless sword rain, piercing through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, directly impaling numerous alien race demons in the void, causing countless casualties.
Ye Chen also acted. Combining the Holy Light Art with the Sun Seal, he transformed them into a holy light sun that hung in the sky, radiating billions of zhang of holy light with the strongest purifying effect, reaching far and wide. Many alien race demons were scorched, howling as their bodies caught fire.
The other kings also chose to act because they all felt a sense of palpitation originating from the three-zhang ancient coffin. Destroying the coffin was impossible; they even feared provoking an even more terrifying existence within it. Interfering with these alien race demons' chanting of the sacrificial text was one method.
Without the slightest delay, the various kings slaughtered in all directions. Supreme divine techniques shattered heaven and earth, tore through the sky, as they charged through this area, slaying alien race demons in droves, reducing swathes of them to ashes.
Naturally, the other young prodigies, though perhaps not as strong as Ye Chen and the others, also assisted in the attack, continuously striking and slaying demons.
The other alien race demons naturally weren't foolish enough to stand there and be killed. They all charged forward to counterattack, possessing an overwhelming numerical advantage that blotted out the sky. Sinister black lights also shot across the sky.
"Sssse is sssnake from that year..."
A three-zhang tall alien race king-level demon charged over, wielding a trident through the air, leading a horde of Demigod realm demons to resist. But Ye Chen pushed forward with sun, moon, and stars, holy light surging, and as an Immortal True King, he completely suppressed them.
The alien race king-level demon only had time to let out one roar before its entire body was set ablaze, its black scales sizzling and charring, finally burned alive by the holy light into a pile of charcoal.
The young powerhouses were all inwardly shocked. In such a short time, he had suppressed an alien race king-level demon with a mere raise of his hand? Could he be that ridiculously fast?
It wasn't just Ye Chen. Ye Gucheng pointed with his sword finger, unleashing a sky-filling burst of sword rays, and a fearsome alien race king-level demon was shattered into dust by him in just two or three strikes.
The great battle erupted. Although this was the nest of the alien race demons, with numbers in the thousands, they weren't particularly strong. The strongest were only king-level demons comparable to the fifth level of the Divine Transformation Realm.
Whether it was Ye Chen and Ye Gucheng, the two Immortal True Kings, or the other Young Kings, all possessed an invincible posture capable of sweeping through a thousand troops, easily interfering with this battlefield.
Boom—
Suddenly, the pyramid altar trembled again. The alien race demons were endless, chanting the ancient sacrificial incantations. At this moment, they took effect. The three-zhang ancient coffin glowed brilliantly, releasing a terrifying fluctuation. An unprecedented, terrifying aura appeared, far stronger than Ye Chen or Ye Gucheng, causing the expressions of all the powerhouses to change drastically.
All the young powerhouses retreated explosively in the first instant, including Ye Chen and the others, because the aura emanating from the three-zhang ancient coffin was too horrifying, as if some great demon was reviving.
Clang—
A loud noise. The three-zhang bronze coffin lid suddenly shot into the sky—it had been blasted open. It flew through the air and landed on a demon mountain nest, actually smashing it to pieces. The many demons inside were instantly crushed.
Everyone's hearts trembled. What kind of power was this?
Thump—
A terrifying sound suddenly resounded. It wasn't an ordinary sound, but a heartbeat—so powerful it made people's expressions change, shaking the void and generating a circle of invisible ripples that rapidly spread out. In the void, swathes of alien race demons were blasted to the ground. Some young powerhouses were shaken until they coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, their faces filled with horror.
How terrifying this heartbeat was! Relying solely on the sound of a heartbeat, it had made the powerhouses cough blood. How utterly, terrifyingly formidable must its true body be?
"Be careful. The existence within the three-zhang ancient coffin is very fearsome," Ye Chen warned, a broken divine spear appearing in his hand. It seemed very incomplete, but the moment it appeared, the void itself seemed to grow heavy and still.
Heavenly King Spear!
Though incomplete, it was still astonishing at this moment. The void seemed about to collapse under its pressure. On its shaft, drops of blood rolled, emitting a terrifying bloody light that made people's expressions change.
Grasping the Heavenly King Spear, Ye Chen was prepared to revive it at any moment, capable of unleashing a portion of this spear's former peerless divine might.
Ye Gucheng and the other powerhouses couldn't help but take an extra look at the Heavenly King Spear in Ye Chen's hand, all showing surprise. They hadn't expected him to possess such a terrifying heavy artifact.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
At this moment, one after another, even more terrifying heartbeats emanated from within the ancient coffin. The entire sky seemed to tremble along with them, and everyone's hearts tightened.
The sinister being within the ancient coffin was about to emerge.