"From this moment on, whoever dares to harm even a single hair on her head, I will make their entire faction pay with their lives."
A calm, indifferent voice abruptly rang out in this expanse of starry sky. Everyone clearly saw that in front of the Primordial Female Saint Lord, a figure had appeared. It was gaunt, with withered, yellowish hair, like a human skeleton that had suddenly materialized, startling everyone. Wasn't this the Saint's remains that had been seated on the third altar?
It had actually moved at this moment, appearing before them.
"Quick, withdraw your attacks! We cannot harm the Saint's remains, or we risk obliterating the forbidden legacy of the Battle Saint lineage within!"
The Canglan Saint Lord roared. All the overlords hurriedly tried to retract their attacks, but the assaults were already unleashed, impossible to recall. They could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.
"Little brother..."
The Primordial Female Saint Lord exclaimed in alarm, wanting to step forward. But Ye Chen's lighthearted voice entered her ears: "Sister Jingruo, no need to worry. Watch me."
Ye Chen made his move. His seemingly gaunt, skeletal, and unnervingly long hand stretched out, slicing through the air.
With a deafening boom, the entire void was forcibly shattered, creating a massive spatial chasm, dark and profound, as if capable of devouring everything.
The attacks from over a dozen overlords were swallowed alive into this spatial chasm, everything annihilated completely, as if they had never existed.
Stunned! Utterly stunned!
Everyone was dumbfounded, rooted to the spot. It was too powerful! The fearsome combined strike of over a dozen overlords, though not their ultimate divine abilities, had been so easily devoured and obliterated. It filled everyone with shock, leaving them still finding it hard to believe, unable to accept what had just happened before their eyes.
Faint sounds of swallowing could be heard echoing in the heavens and earth. Everyone stared in horror at this seemingly frail and powerless Saint's remains. Beneath the withered yellowish hair were not dried-up eyeballs, but profound gazes holding the vicissitudes of eternity and terrifying visions of stars across the heavens extinguishing.
He merely stood there, yet exerted immense pressure on all the overlords, like an Ancient Divine Mountain weighing on everyone's hearts, making their moods unbearably heavy and unwilling to face such an existence.
Involuntarily, many powerful figures couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to meet his gaze, feeling a sense of submission arising from their very souls.
Precisely because he was too powerful, they did not wish to face him.
The Primordial Female Saint Lord looked at this gaunt Saint's remains, tears uncontrollably falling, streaming down her face. There was joy, excitement, and other emotions. She no longer resembled a forceful, domineering female emperor, but more like a delicate young girl needing protection, displaying an unprecedented softness and beauty.
"You... you've finally returned!"
A simple sentence, yet it conveyed a thousand words.
How many days and nights had she waited? How many years had she thought of him day and night? How many moments had she dreamed of? How many tears had she shed? She had despaired, yet also hoped. And now, this moment had become reality.
That peerless, heaven-defying Supreme One who overshadowed past, present, and future—the Battle Saint King—had returned!
Ye Chen turned and walked over. Though his form was gaunt, his hair withered and yellow, no longer divine and handsome, his dry, branch-like fingers gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes. His expression was exceedingly gentle, enough to turn steel into something pliant. He said softly, "Sister Jingruo, wait for me a moment. I'll go deal with those petty scoundrels who dared to hurt you."
The beauty nodded lightly, smiling through tears, tears within her smile, creating a picture of unparalleled beauty like an immortal fairy.
"I'll wait for you to return."
A voice like heavenly music, a gentle tone, a tender gaze—in this life and the last, blooming only for one person!
The next moment, Ye Chen strode away. The Saint's remains took steps forward, advancing to face the overlords.
Petty scoundrels?
The overlords' expressions darkened. They snorted coldly: "Brat, I don't know what method you used to take control of the Battle Saint King's Saint's remains, but you'd better hand it over obediently. Otherwise, we'll drag your Primordial Spirit out and make you suffer torment for countless lifetimes."
"Hand it over?" Ye Chen laughed. Though his laughter was ugly, ghost-like, and sent chills down the spine, his withered yellow hair fluttered. He suddenly said, "Do you know who I am?"
The overlords frowned. "Yue, although you are a Young True King of the new generation, didn't your elders teach you to speak respectfully to your seniors?"
Ye Chen laughed. "You plot against my remains, harm my wife, and still expect me to be respectful towards you? That's utterly laughable."
Upon hearing this, instantly, everyone's faces changed color. They stared at Ye Chen in shock and horror, stammering involuntarily: "Could it be that you are..."
Everyone thought of a terrifying possibility, and at this moment, they couldn't help but tremble in fear.
Ye Chen gently exhaled a breath. His gaze shone upon the starry realm. His voice was calm, but at this moment, it illuminated the heavens: "That's right. I am the Battle Saint King—"
"Qian Yue!"
Boom—
Above the Nine Heavens, a terrifying, earth-shaking explosion erupted, as if responding to Ye Chen's words.
And at this moment, Ye Chen stood tall in the sky. Though his entire body was dried up, skin and bones, his hair withered and yellow like dry grass, appearing unnerving and seemingly frail, everyone's expressions completely changed.
All because of Ye Chen's words.
He was actually the legendary Tenth Heaven, heaven-defying Supreme One—the Battle Saint King!?
Many couldn't believe it. The Battle Saint King had fallen decades ago. Several Great Powers had been present personally, witnessed by countless people who saw his passing with their own eyes. How could he still be alive?
Immediately, many shook their heads, refusing to believe this fact.
"Qian Yue!?" Some muttered the Battle Saint King's name, only now jolting to realization.
The Battle Saint King had once used the name 'Qian', and the Great Demon King Ye Chen was 'Yue'. Combining Qian and Yue gave the Battle Saint King's name!
The overlords, after their initial shock, wore cold smiles. "What a ridiculous brat. Do you really think you're the Battle Saint King? He died long ago. How could he possibly still be in this world?"
"I don't need your belief. You only need to know one thing," Ye Chen said indifferently.
"What is it?" The overlords were taken aback.
"That I'm going to kill you all," Ye Chen stated. The overlords were about to sneer and laugh, but the next moment, their faces all paled in horror. Because Ye Chen had vanished, disappearing from before their eyes without a trace, like a ghost.
"Over here!" An overlord from the Canglan Sacred Land roared, having discovered Ye Chen's trail. He even launched an attack, vast divine radiance flooding over, precisely striking Ye Chen. The void collapsed.
"Hmph, still claiming to be the Battle Saint King? Utterly weak, not worth a single blow," that overlord snorted disdainfully. Ye Chen's speed was simply unable to evade before him, getting hit instantly.
"I'm here."
But the next moment, an icy voice sounded right beside him. Turning his head, he discovered Ye Chen had somehow appeared next to him. What had been struck was merely an afterimage.