A dragon-and-tiger battle?
No, it was more like Ye Chen conducting a complete suppression. Having fought to this point, he seemed more like he was reviving the battle blood slumbering within his body. His fighting spirit boiled and surged, his essence, energy, and spirit all continuously seething. Every pore emitted dazzling radiant splendor, divine energy flowing in a world-shaking manner.
Boom—
Under the collision of shocking divine radiance, Ye Chen passed through the air like a human-shaped True Dragon, causing the vast sky to tremble. He brought forth a spray of blood, his hand tearing off a large piece of flesh and scales.
Bang—
A spurt of blood flew. Zhageluo was nearly cleaved through the entire head, connected only by a thin layer of bloody skin—he was almost killed. A large piece of flesh was torn from his left chest, leaving him covered in wounds. A massive amount of demonic blood splattered out, a shocking and horrifying sight.
Zhageluo's aura withered. He had suffered the most terrifying heavy injuries since his emergence. Burning his potential was useless; he was simply no match for this human genius.
He was filled with astonishment. Why did he feel that Ye Chen's strength grew more terrifying the longer they fought, becoming far more powerful than at the beginning of the battle?
Boom—
Seizing this opportunity, Ye Chen swung his divine fists once more. Zhageluo's other arm was completely shattered, and two bat wings were torn off, bringing with them sheets of flesh that appeared crystalline and pitch-black, with faint dark gold light swirling within.
"Save me!" Zhageluo cried out to the crimson-haired monster for help.
The crimson-haired monster watched with a trembling heart. It wanted to save Zhageluo, deeply understanding that once Zhageluo was slain, its own fate would not be much better—it would be jointly suppressed and killed by the two human geniuses.
But Ye Gucheng was too powerful, directly blocking it and unleashing sufficiently powerful divine abilities to restrain it. It was simply powerless to help.
Boom—
Ye Chen erupted with various supreme divine techniques. A series of attacks followed, shocking divine energy continuously exploding. The sounds of bangs were unceasing, causing all heavens to tremble.
Finally, Ye Chen soared through the sky, traversing heaven and earth. A demonic body riddled with terrifying bloody hole wounds fell into the dust, motionless. Demonic blood flowed across the ground, corroding all the earth.
And in his hand, he held Zhageluo's head, severed from its body.
Zhageluo was filled with extreme terror. He never expected this human young genius to be so absurdly powerful. He was a royal clan powerhouse of the alien race, a lineage that had always been exceedingly rare, with no more than ten members per generation. Yet, they flowed with the supreme bloodline of ancient monarchs. Although not comparable to a Supreme One's bloodline, it was still extremely powerful, containing immense potential, allowing every royal clan member to far surpass other experts of the same realm.
Moreover, he was an alien royal clan powerhouse at the Divine Transformation Realm, a whole major realm higher than this human young genius before him. But after this intense battle, he discovered he was actually not as strong as his opponent.
The power and terrifying potential of this human genius were horrifying, likely comparable to the geniuses of their side's Immortal Clan. It made him feel the despair of death.
Ye Chen's palm tightly gripped Zhageluo's head, which under Ye Chen's divine technique was only the size of an ordinary human head. His five fingers clenched tightly, the force so great that the black scales covering the head cracked inch by inch. The pain made Zhageluo feel his head was about to shatter.
"Is this the so-called power of your alien race's royal clan?" Ye Chen shook his head. "I'm disappointed. The battle blood within me has only just begun to boil, and it's ending so quickly. The so-called royal clan is nothing more than this."
Ye Chen's faint words were filled with regret, but Zhageluo was shocked and furious. The royal clan bloodline could not be insulted; it was the source of greatest pride for royal clan members. Yet now, it was looked down upon by a human young powerhouse, spoken of with disappointment. This angered him more than his impending death.
This concerned honor. But Zhageluo opened his mouth, wanting to retort, yet in the end, not a single word came out.
Because his so-called honor, his so-called pride, were indeed insignificant in the eyes of this human genius before him. The other party was only at the Demigod realm, yet not only did he cross a major realm to battle him, a royal clan genius, but he also overpowered and defeated him, leaving him utterly powerless.
"Haha, speechless, huh?" Ye Chen sneered.
Zhageluo said coldly, "Kid, although you are very strong and have defeated me, remember this: among my generation in the royal clan, I can only be considered average. There are even more powerful royal clan prodigies ahead of me. They are much stronger. If they were to take action, you would only face suppression."
Although Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged on the surface, he was inwardly surprised. Could it really be so?
Old Yan, however, curled his lips disdainfully. "Don't listen to him. Although the alien race's royal clan members are very few, no more than ten per generation, they are still very powerful. Even if he is only average as he claims, it's difficult for even more powerful royal clan members to appear. However, it's possible for a genius comparable to an Immortal True King to be born."
Ye Chen was solemn, but his face remained unperturbed. "I'll be waiting!"
Crack—
His palm and five fingers exerted even more force, causing Zhageluo's head to ache intensely, making him cry out in pain, nearly on the verge of having his head explode.
"Kid, you forced me into this!"
Zhageluo roared. From between his eyebrows, an illusory Primordial Spirit suddenly shot out, identical to Zhageluo and very powerful, entwined with strands of demonic light. It charged toward the space between Ye Chen's eyebrows, laughing wildly. "Hahaha, kid, although you are strong, your Primordial Spirit is only at this world's Demigod realm. My Primordial Spirit is far more powerful than yours."
As this demonic Primordial Spirit emerged, all the kings changed expressions, because it was absolutely very powerful, at least stronger than them.
"Is that so?"
Ye Chen gave a cold smile, his expression unchanged, unperturbed. At this moment, blazing light bloomed from between his eyebrows.
A small sun of extreme brilliance appeared, divine radiance surging, flames leaping. Within it sat a deity, identical to him—it was his Primordial Spirit avatar.
His Primordial Spirit power was powerful and peerless, originally at the True King level. Due to his past life experiences, it surpassed his contemporaries in strength. Furthermore, having absorbed part of the Void Dao Divine Blood, the strength of his Primordial Spirit was unimaginable. Even Ye Chen himself suspected it could rival the Primordial Spirit of a Demi-Saint existence.
Now, Zhageluo actually wanted to invade his body with his Primordial Spirit. To Ye Chen, this was like showing off one's skill before an expert—extremely foolish.
"What! How can your Primordial Spirit be so powerful!"
Zhageluo's demonic Primordial Spirit avatar changed expression. The other's Primordial Spirit was many times more terrifyingly powerful than imagined. He originally thought Ye Chen was only strong in divine abilities and dao techniques, and physical body, with his Primordial Spirit surely being a weakness. But now it seemed he was wrong. The other's Primordial Spirit was probably even more terrifying than his physical combat power.
In an instant, it rushed back into its own head. Otherwise, prolonged exposure would cause it great damage.
"Since you've come out, don't think you can go back so quickly."
Ye Chen said coldly. From within his Primordial Spirit avatar, illusory shackles of order shot out, quickly entangling Zhageluo's Primordial Spirit, sealing and trapping it.
But at this moment, Zhageluo suddenly sneered. "Kid, you fell for it! Demonization Art!"
It turned out that within Zhageluo's Primordial Spirit, terrifying demonic power was emitted, rapidly rushing along those illusory shackles toward Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit.
This was a fearsome demonic path divine ability of the alien race. Once touched by the Demonization Art, the entire Primordial Spirit would completely become a demonic path slave, losing its own divinity. Even in the Mythical Era, it was a divine ability secret technique that made people tremble with fear.
In that era, who knows how many powerful figures fell and became slaves of the alien race.
The human ancestors that Zhageluo initially spoke of enslaving were precisely enslaved because of this move, the Demonization Art.
Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit had not even reacted before it was completely tainted by this demonic power. The divine radiance blooming from his entire Primordial Spirit avatar dimmed, gradually transforming into a sky full of demonic energy, becoming many times more terrifying. This made all the kings change expressions. Could it be that even someone as powerful as Ye Chen had been enslaved and demonized by the other?
Daochu urgently called out, "Brother Ye, wake up quickly! Don't be demonized!"
"Brother Ye!"
Beiming Gongwang and a few others also called out, but no matter what, they received no response from Ye Chen. They only saw Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit enveloped in swirling pitch-black demonic light.
Even Zhao Wudao didn't know whether to be happy or not. Happy because Ye Chen, this great enemy, was enslaved and demonized; unhappy because if even Ye Chen was enslaved and demonized, the others likely wouldn't fare well either—they would also be enslaved and demonized. That was the most serious problem.
"Yue!"
Ye Gucheng uttered a single word, containing mysterious power that seemed to pour wisdom into one's mind, refreshing the spirit. The demonic energy within Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit avatar dissipated quite a bit.
"How could I allow you to easily awaken him? This is a human genius I worked so hard to demonize, sufficiently powerful."
But Zhageluo snorted coldly. The Demonization Art became even more fearsome. Layers of demonic light directly submerged Ye Chen, directly demonizing him.
Even Ye Gucheng's heart sank. If Ye Chen were demonized at this moment, it would be very troublesome. He wanted to take action, but a crimson-haired giant hand slapped over, causing the entire vast sky to tremble, utterly terrifying.
At this moment, the crimson-haired monster he had been restraining began to restrain him instead, making him very uneasy.
Looking at Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit avatar enveloped in demonic light, Zhageluo's Primordial Spirit avatar couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Although you are very powerful, perhaps under normal circumstances I am not your match, but you are still too green after all. In the end, you still fell into my hands."
Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit avatar was deathly still, motionless, as if it had completely lost its divinity.
Zhageluo's Primordial Spirit rushed over, but then his expression changed slightly. Although Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit was demonized, the illusory shackles entwined around his own body showed no signs of loosening. Instead, they seemed to be tightening more and more, making him change expression. He roared, "Quickly loosen the shackles! I, Zhageluo, command you to release them!"
Sure enough, the illusory shackles loosened, making him sigh in relief. He really thought it hadn't worked.
But the next moment, the illusory shackles tightened like lightning, almost tearing his entire Primordial Spirit apart completely.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded. Zhageluo couldn't help but roar, "I told you to loosen them! Quickly! I, Zhageluo, command you!"
"Who do you think you are, commanding me? You say loosen, and I loosen?" Suddenly, Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit avatar spoke.