"Who do you think you are, ordering me around? Do you think I'll just let go because you said so?"
Suddenly, Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit spoke. Though demonic light flickered around it, its consciousness was clear. It looked coldly at Zhageluo with a sneer, not under Zhageluo's control at all, retaining its own will just as before.
Zhageluo was dumbfounded. Hadn't Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit been demonized and controlled by the Demonization Art he used? Why wasn't it successful? It clearly had succeeded—the demonic light entwined around the other's Primordial Spirit was the best evidence.
Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit smiled slightly, appearing rather eerie under the demonic light. "You must be wondering why I haven't fallen under your control despite being tainted by the demonic nature of your Demonization Art, right?"
Zhageluo couldn't help but nod. That was exactly it.
But then Ye Chen's tone shifted, and he gave a cold laugh. "Unfortunately, you're overthinking it. Do you really think your so-called third-rate Demonization Art can control me? Ridiculous. Truly naive. If a Saint were here, I might indeed be powerless to resist. But your Primordial Spirit power isn't even as strong as mine, yet you still dream of controlling me? That's nothing but wishful thinking. I was just using this opportunity to get a feel for the demonic power of your alien race."
"What?!"
Zhageluo's expression changed. The crimson-haired monster was also shocked. Even Ye Gucheng and the other kings present showed astonishment. They never imagined anyone in this world would dare to go to such lengths. Even the proud geniuses of other alien royal clans wouldn't dare, because once demonized and enslaved, breaking free would be extremely difficult.
Ye Chen smiled faintly. Within him flowed the supreme bloodline of the Saint Body, and he possessed the will of the Battle Saint lineage, inherently opposed to the alien race. How could he be demonized?
Moreover, he was versed in the Holy Light Art and had Old Yan's protection. All of this gave him the confidence to fear nothing.
Seeing that he couldn't demonize Ye Chen, Zhageluo grew even more terrified. His Primordial Spirit struggled desperately, streams of demonic light continuously overflowing.
But holy light began to circulate around Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit, instantly purifying all the demonic light. Divine chains of holy light then bound Zhageluo's Primordial Spirit, completely suppressing it.
Boundless holy light immediately engulfed Zhageluo's Primordial Spirit, thoroughly purifying the demonic energy. Then, Ye Chen's Primordial Spirit opened its mouth, and a tremendous force of suction appeared out of thin air, directly swallowing Zhageluo's entire Primordial Spirit whole before it could even struggle.
From that moment, Zhageluo was truly dead.
This scene made everyone watching shake their heads and sigh softly. Ye Chen was too powerful. Even an alien royal clan member was no match for him, slain with his Primordial Spirit devoured. It made people have to admit their inferiority.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Zhageluo killed, the crimson-haired monster was furious and also worried. If even Zhageluo had been slain, and if that person were to take action, it would have no chance of resisting.
Whoosh—
Ye Chen stepped forward. The next moment, he appeared before Zhageluo's remains lying on the ground and casually collected the corpse of this demon king, including the head.
Old Yan, seeing this, was surprised. "Little Chen, could it be that you want to..."
Ye Chen nodded. "The royal blood of the alien race is enough to rival that of a king, and this is a Divine Transformation Realm king at that. Moreover, the blood of the alien race differs from that of the Myriad Domains. Perhaps combining them might yield unimaginable benefits for the Battle Sacred Body."
This was Ye Chen's speculation. If the kingly blood of the Myriad Domains was balanced and harmonious, then the blood of the alien race was sinister and evil. Once the righteous and the sinister combined, it might give rise to yin and yang, or even fuse into chaos. For the revival of the Saint Body bloodline, this could bring unimaginable benefits.
Naturally, Zhageluo's blood alone wasn't enough. Even though it was equivalent to Divine Transformation Realm kingly blood, the loss was too severe. Moreover, combining it with the other eight drops of kingly blood might cause rejection reactions, making it impossible to even revive the Saint Body bloodline.
Immediately after, he turned his gaze to the crimson-haired monster currently locked in battle with Ye Gucheng.
Boom—
Sword radiance and bloody light surged into the sky, shattering vast stretches of earth. Divine energy surged, creating an unprecedented, terrifying scene.
Ye Gucheng and the crimson-haired monster broke apart, both with blood flying from their wounds, evenly matched.
The battle between the two super-powerful experts had entered a white-hot stage. Both were wounded, evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.
However, Ye Chen remained motionless, with no intention of intervening. Moreover, Ye Gucheng wouldn't allow Ye Chen to intervene either.
Since Ye Chen could slay an alien royal clan member, he naturally refused to be outdone.
But Ye Gucheng's expression turned slightly cold. With a long cry, a dharma manifestation appeared—a small world materialized, expanding to a radius of a hundred zhang.
That was his True King domain—
The World Within the Sword!
At the center of this small world stood a colossal, sky-piercing divine sword, immensely huge, thrusting into the vast clouds above.
The ground below was studded with swords—some intact, some fragmentary, some double-edged, some thrusting swords... all kinds of precious swords were present, each emitting a metallic hum.
Above the center, beneath the divine sword, stood a throne forged from swords. Ye Gucheng sat upon this Sword Dao Throne like an emperor of swords, looking down upon the crimson-haired monster from on high. He drew a three-foot azure blade—the Green Lotus Divine Sword—and pointed it at the crimson-haired monster, coldly uttering, "Ten Thousand Swords, Move!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—
As Ye Gucheng's words echoed, all ten thousand swords within the World Within the Sword began to hum, guided by the Sword Emperor. In that instant, they all tore free from the ground, soaring into the sky, entwined with sharp sword energy. Ten thousand layers of sword radiance converged upon them, and they blasted toward the crimson-haired monster in the blink of an eye.
"Trying to kill me? Not so easy!"
The crimson-haired monster roared. Its strength was no weaker than Zhageluo's, but it also sensed a fearsome threat. After a roar, its entire form became wreathed in terrifying bloody light. A massive crimson figure also materialized, towering between heaven and earth, shrouded in hazy blood mist, its form indistinct, impossible to see clearly, but undoubtedly immensely powerful.
Ten thousand layers of sharp sword radiance blasted forth together, sweeping across heaven and earth, splitting the sky, shattering the firmament, annihilating everything in their path.
Meanwhile, the crimson figure on the crimson-haired monster's body pressed against the sky. Countless crimson shackles continuously shot out, clanging loudly, accompanied by bursts of piercing crimson lightning exploding, colliding with the ten thousand layers of sword radiance. The clanging sounds were incessant, with great showers of sparks bursting forth.
But Ye Gucheng merely snorted coldly. The colossal, sky-piercing great sword behind him also tore from the ground, far larger than any mountain. Its sword radiance seemed almost capable of tearing the void itself as it slashed down from the Nine Heavens above. The ten thousand swords hummed with a long resonance, accompanying this single strike.