Roar—
A terrifying roar echoed as a massive White Tiger Holy Spirit manifested, its colossal phantom filling the firmament, roaring and snarling with the primal power of wind. Countless sharp wind blades interwove across the sky, tearing the earth apart.
Screech—
A massive Vermilion Bird divine bird materialized, its wings spanning the Nine Heavens. Boundless crimson divine flames billowed forth, transforming into a sea of fire that blotted out the sky and shook the eight directions, scorching the heavens.
Bellow—
The earth beneath cracked open as a massive Black Tortoise emerged from the ground, its body covered in ferocious bone spikes and coiled with celestial serpents. A torrent of yellow light surged forth, making this stretch of heaven and earth feel many times heavier and stiller.
Azure Dragon to the left, White Tiger to the right, Vermilion Bird above, Black Tortoise below.
The four holy spirits that split heaven and earth had manifested. Each phantom was colossal, far larger than mountains, filling the vast firmament with their terrifying pressure. The four primal forces of earth, water, fire, and wind surged forth as if they could cleave heaven and earth and recreate chaos.
Ye Chen stood amidst them, surrounded by four-colored divine radiance, with ten divine halos encircling his body. Immortal light veiled his form, and divine radiance permeated the air. Every strand of his hair shimmered with dazzling divine brilliance, as if a supreme Heavenly Emperor had descended to the mortal realm.
"Kill!"
A dao shout exploded. Ye Chen's black hair danced wildly as he unleashed his peerless offensive power.
Ye Chen moved heaven and earth, activating the Four Extremities. At this moment, he had reached the pinnacle of power. The very void seemed unable to bear it, beginning to distort and even verge on collapse.
Everyone's expressions changed. Just how powerful was the offensive might Ye Chen was displaying? Even the void was nearly distorted and collapsing. It must be known that only Saints could initially tear through the void.
But now, Ye Chen was nearly achieving this—absolutely terrifying and unimaginable.
Boom—
Ye Chen collided with Zhageluo. Four-colored divine radiance disrupted the sky, sealing the six directions and eight wildernesses. Divine laws were shattered. He was like an invincible war god descending into the world. He had put away the Heavenly King Spear, but he was even more terrifying. This stretch of heaven and earth seemed to tremble along with him.
Punch after punch blasted out, tearing through layers of demonic dao laws and shattering chains of demonic order. Heaven and earth trembled; space and time collapsed, unable to withstand it.
Zhageluo could not endure it. Blood spilled from its large mouth, and the demonic scales covering its body rapidly shattered. Strands of dark golden blood flowed out. The bones and tendons within its body seemed on the verge of breaking, subjected to an indescribably destructive attack.
Roar—
It let out a sharp, piercing roar, erupting with intense demonic light. It attacked at all costs. Expanses of demonic mist spread, and the demonic phantoms behind it began to fully manifest. Each one was terrifying and world-shaking, like supreme demonic venerables from the Primordial Era appearing, oppressing heaven and earth with unparalleled terror.
Some wielded battle axes, some held demonic swords, some gripped tridents, and some charged forth with spears—each one incomparably terrifying.
It was as if the supreme demonic emperors representing the alien race were making their move. This stretch of heaven and earth seemed about to explode, the ground tearing open into massive chasms.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen had the four holy spirits that split heaven and earth manifesting, representing the Emperors and Sovereigns of the myriad realms. His offensive power defied the heavens, clashing with Zhageluo and producing an unprecedented, terrifying impact. Expanses of land continuously cracked apart; demonic mountain nests shattered one after another.
Even the distant pyramid altar swayed precariously, showing huge cracks. The three-zhang ancient coffin hummed, autonomously flickering with demonic light.
Boom—
The two engaged in a world-shaking, earth-shattering collision—truly unprecedented. They fought their way up to the Nine Heavens, shaking heaven and earth, exploding the clouds and sky. Even from the deepest parts of the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, overlords gazed toward this place, unsure of what was happening, their faces filled with shock.
The other young powerhouses in the ancient city ruins were even more so. Each looked up, sensing two supreme auras that suppressed everything clashing. Their hearts trembled; these auras far surpassed their own by many times—simply overwhelmingly powerful.
Roar—
A terrifying roar sounded as one of the demonic phantoms howled, towering into the firmament, immensely huge. It thrust forward with a trident covered in dark golden dao patterns, distorting the entire void, nearly piercing through it, entwined with terrifying demonic dao law power.
Behind Ye Chen, the Vermilion Bird soared across the sky, divine fire filling the heavens, transforming into an undying immortal phoenix spreading its wings. Five-colored divine fire struck the sky, colliding with the demonic phantom and exploding into a sky full of divine radiance—terrifying beyond imagination.
Then he swung his White Tiger Hand. The White Tiger Holy Spirit roared across the sky, actively pouncing to kill a demonic phantom wielding a demonic sword.
Boom rumble rumble—
The four holy spirits clashed with the four demonic phantoms of the alien race, like a battle transcending time and space, recreating the great cataclysmic war of the Mythical Era.
This was a battle of astonishing scale. Even if all the kings joined forces, they might not be able to participate in the fight between these two—unprecedented in its intensity.
Each combatant was incomparably powerful, enough to make kings despair. At the very least, without breaking through to the Divine Transformation Realm, they certainly could not contend.
"Brother Ye is unbelievably powerful!" Beiming Gongwang murmured softly, echoing the thoughts of the other kings. This was the legendary Immortal True King, peerless and unmatched.
Zhao Wudao's face was deathly pale. How laughable that he had previously berated Ye Chen—truly seeking death.
Finally, both sides scattered. Zhageluo was powerful. When it charged forward, its power shook the world, carving a deep, bone-revealing wound on Ye Chen's chest, breaking through his supreme treasure body. Blood splattered, each drop shimmering with brilliant treasure light.
Even someone as powerful as Ye Chen was finally injured. But Zhageluo could not rejoice, for while injuring its opponent, a terrifying divine fist also shot across the sky, directly piercing through its right chest and seizing the entire lung. Demonic blood splattered everywhere, possessing fearsome corrosive power, yet it could not harm that divine fist.
The two supreme existences stood facing each other, both having severely wounded the other, white bones visible, neither gaining much advantage.
This unprecedented dragon-and-tiger battle was no less intense than the previous clash between two True King-level supreme powerhouses. The collision between the Myriad Domains and the alien race was even more dazzling and awe-inspiring for the kings.
This was the true pinnacle battle of the younger generation. In comparison, so-called king-level battles were nothing.
Though arrogant, Zhageluo had to admit Ye Chen's strength. To be able to fight it at its peak and even injure it—this was a rarity since its emergence. It couldn't help but say, "You are indeed powerful, definitely among the top of humanity, capable of matching me."
"Matching you?" Ye Chen laughed, as if hearing the biggest joke in the world, unable to hold back hearty laughter, though the laughter was filled with mockery.
Zhageluo grew angry, its expression icy. "What are you laughing at?"
Ye Chen said coldly, "Your so-called strength is merely being one major realm higher than us."
Then, he pointed at Daochu, pointed at Beiming Gongwang, and then pointed at the Northern Netherworld Saintess and other False King powerhouses one by one, saying indifferently, "Though you are of the alien race's royal clan, each of them is comparable to your royal clan. They are merely lacking in realm. If they all broke through to the Divine Transformation Realm, your advantage would vanish completely."
"You—!" Zhageluo was furious, but the kings felt their blood boiling. The real reason they were no match for Zhageluo was solely their insufficient realm. If they also stepped into the Divine Transformation Realm, they would undoubtedly become much stronger—how could they fear a royal clan demon?
Zhageluo stared coldly at Ye Chen. "Aren't you the same?"
Ye Chen shook his head, his face expressionless. "Sorry, but the current me has not truly stepped into the Divine Transformation Realm."
Not truly stepped into the Divine Transformation Realm!
These words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Zhageluo dumbfounded. Even the crimson-haired monster found it hard to believe. "Impossible! You're still only at the Demigod realm? How can you be so powerful?"
Ye Chen sneered. "Who says the Demigod realm cannot be this powerful? In the Mythical Era, there were young generation's supremes of the Tenth Heaven—weren't they even stronger?"
"That was because the Mythical Era had the Tenth Heaven! But that realm has long been lost in this world. It's impossible to reach that step now," Zhageluo roared.
"We cannot take the final step for now, but we have already taken half a step beyond the original ninth heaven. That is enough," Ye Chen said. His ten divine halos manifested, like worlds appearing one after another. Vast Great Dao divine power surged forth, and Ye Chen's aura soared to the heavens.
Moreover, the Divine King Rebirth Art was active on his body. His wounds were healing at a terrifying, lightning-fast speed.
Although the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest was entangled with the demonic energy of the demon race, with dao laws affecting it, making it difficult to heal, all this seemed insignificant before the Divine King Rebirth Art.
For the Divine King Rebirth Art was a divine technique created by the most brilliant Human King of antiquity, nearly comparable to the supreme dao techniques of Emperors and Sovereigns.
Zhageluo also wanted to heal its wounds, dao laws surging, but suddenly, dazzling golden light flashed. The pierced right chest exploded once more, the entire right arm along with the shoulder shattering into a bloody mist that drifted away.
"How is this possible!?"
Severely wounded, Zhageluo was sent flying backward, its face filled with horror and shock. It clearly sensed a terrifying Great Dao will exploding at the wound site, something it could not avoid, making the wound difficult to heal.
That's right. This was the Battle Saint will Ye Chen had left within Zhageluo's body. He was not a Battle Saint now, but he had been one in his past life, and in this life, he still grasped that invincible martial will.
Moreover, during the great cataclysmic war of the Mythical Era, the Battle Saint lineage was a supreme force battling the alien race. Their will was filled with the Battle Saint's dominance and killing intent toward the alien race, passed down through the lineage, hence capable of severely wounding the alien race.
Zhageluo's expression changed, exclaiming in shock, "I sense the aura of that lineage. Are you the inheritor of that supreme Great Emperor from the Mythical Era?"
"That's right, I am!" Ye Chen's faint words rang by its ear, making its scales stand on end instantly.