It was hard to imagine that the mysterious powerhouse enveloped in hazy light, who had successively slain several overlords and given the assembled overlords such a hard time, was actually such a handsome and elegant youth. He even looked somewhat harmless, yet his attacks were so fierce and decisive.
Everyone was stunned, especially the younger generation's powerhouses. Although they had long known of Ye Chen's formidable strength—that he was an Immortal True King-level supreme powerhouse standing peerless among the younger generation—how could they have imagined he was also a peerless existence nearly on par with the Primordial Female Saint Lord?
"Could it be that Yue held back his power before?"
The young kings all changed color, harboring such speculation. With strength like this, forget just the younger generation; even among the young geniuses of past generations, aside from those Immortal True Kings who had stepped into Samsara, he could likely be called invincible.
However, Ye Gucheng shook his head, his gaze profound and penetrating: "No, he truly is only at the peak of the Demigod level. He appears powerful, but it's merely by borrowing another's power that he has reached this level."
Ye Gucheng, worthy of being an Immortal True King from the imperial Ye Clan, saw through Ye Chen's state at a glance.
The overlords were all surprised but quickly understood. They stared coldly at Ye Chen, saying icily, "So it's you. The peerless genius of the new generation, also the first Immortal True King, Yue. So it's you. Truly formidable. I heard you even obtained the Dragon Sturgeon."
Everyone was shocked. This matter was basically unknown to anyone outside the younger generation. Those people must have informed their respective Saint Lords.
At this moment, the Zhao Imperial Lord stepped forward, his killing intent permeating the void: "What an arrogant brat. I don't know where you obtained this power, but it's ultimately not yours. Moreover, you injured my kingdom's Crown Prince and seized part of his origin blood. Your crime is unforgivable."
Another Saint Lord also stepped forward, similar to the Zhao Imperial Lord, a notch stronger than the other overlords—the master of the Canglan Sacred Land.
This was the true strength of a master of an immortal force. Previously, they had not participated in the fight, but now they stepped forth.
The Canglan Saint Lord said coldly, "My clan's Holy Son suffered the same fate. Do you truly think an Immortal True King is invincible under heaven? Ridiculous. If one does not grow up, they will ultimately end up like that forbidden one, strangled in the cradle of growth. Perfect timing. Meeting today, we shall strangle him in his cradle and take his origin blood. Perhaps we can research the secret to achieving Immortal True King status."
"Is that so?" Ye Chen sneered. Although injured, the Divine King Rebirth Art was operating, repairing the injuries within his body. He strode forward, his supreme aura erupting, sweeping across the heavens.
The Zhao Imperial Lord said coldly, "No matter how powerful your strength is, it's ultimately not yours. Let's see how long you can sustain it."
Ye Chen laughed: "Although it's not my power, at least at this moment, I command it as if it were my own arm. If you dare step forward, I will fight to the death and drag a few of you down with me. Don't believe me? Then try."
The overlords slightly paled. Although the power wasn't Ye Chen's, it was indeed formidable. As he said, at least at this moment, he commanded it as if it were his own arm.
If he truly fought to the death, several overlords would die.
But at this moment, Ye Chen suddenly staggered, nearly falling from the sky.
This left everyone bewildered and puzzled. They clearly sensed the aura on Ye Chen's body rapidly dissipating. In the end, although still very strong, it was vastly inferior to before, at most comparable to a Seventh Heaven super Divine Transformation expert.
Not only others, even Ye Chen was stunned. Old Yan's power was rapidly withdrawing. Why was this happening?
"Old Yan, Old Yan..." Ye Chen hurriedly called out several times but received no response from Old Yan. The aura from Old Yan within the ancient ring seemed to have completely vanished. This sudden change caused Ye Chen's expression to shift drastically, utterly bewildered.
At this moment, the Primordial Female Saint Lord arrived before Ye Chen and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Ye Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know either. The source lending me power has disappeared."
However, at this moment, the overlords laughed. This scene made them laugh, seeming to gloat. Although they didn't understand why, at least they understood that Ye Chen had lost that power which even they had to fear, reverting to his original level of power—only at the peak of the Demigod level as an Immortal True King.
Strong, but not comparable to Saint Lord-level existences.
Ye Chen sighed softly. Although he didn't know what had happened to Old Yan, at this moment, the Primordial Female Saint Lord alone absolutely could not withstand so many overlords, even if she was an Immortal True King.
At this moment, he could only make a decision. His gaze fell upon the Saint's remains, then he came to the Primordial Female Saint Lord's side and said softly, "To defeat them, I need the Saint's remains."
But the Primordial Female Saint Lord shook her head, her hair flying, her attitude resolute: "No. His remains must not be desecrated. You should leave. I alone can hold them off here."
Ye Chen suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around the Primordial Female Saint Lord's slender waist, so slim it seemed it could be snapped with a hug, pulling her into his embrace.
This scene stunned everyone. Even the overlords about to make a move were dumbfounded. Even as enemies, they couldn't help but be shocked by Ye Chen's astonishing action.
Although the Primordial Female Saint Lord's beauty was unparalleled under heaven, one of the most beautiful women in the world, she was also extremely domineering. With her own strength, she had plowed through and swept away all the undercurrents within the Tai Chu Sacred Land, a supreme sacred land. Who dared desecrate her?
But this Immortal True King of the new generation was so bold—truly seeking death with the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard!
Moreover, among those present, many young Talents felt the flames of jealousy burning fiercely within them.
For them, the Goddess of the past generation was also the Goddess they admired. How could they allow someone else to desecrate the Goddess like this?
The Battle Saint King was one thing—a heaven-defying Supreme One renowned across the Myriad Domains, a departed person—but now the Great Demon King Yue dared to desecrate her too!
If looks could kill, Ye Chen would have been slain by them hundreds, thousands of times over.
The Primordial Female Saint Lord originally had some favorable impression of this youth, but at this moment, he dared to lay hands on her. Her beautiful face instantly turned frosty, and terrifying force prepared to erupt, intending to blast this youth who dared take liberties with her away and severely injure him.
But the next moment, the youth's words caused the force she was about to unleash to dissipate completely. She heard the youth's voice resound in her mind, carrying an incomparable familiarity: "Sister Jingruo, it's me, Qian Yue, your little brother!"