A tall and straight figure stood firm amidst the starry sky.
He was majestic and peerless, with thick black hair cascading down, eyes like stars, brows like a heavenly sword, possessing such an imposing and extraordinary bearing, a true dragon among men.
At this moment, he was no longer emaciated to skin and bones. His flesh and blood were full, every inch of his body radiating the most surging and vigorous vitality. Moreover, there was an invincible power of the utmost terror undulating within him, his very origin was recovering.
He stood firm in the heavens, his entire body bathed in flawless golden light. Furthermore, ten layers of divine radiance intertwined around him, forming a halo of divinity that appeared behind him, setting him off as supremely invincible.
The supreme, invincible pressure slowly spread out, just like that peerless, heaven-defying Supreme One from decades ago.
Had the Battle Saint King recovered?
Everyone was about to turn pale with shock. This person was so young, so majestic, so powerful, standing in the starry sky, his body glowing with auspicious light as if containing a blazing sun, his Dao might surging to shake the heavens.
It seemed as if this world could not contain his existence. The void around him was shattering inch by inch, tearing open spatial rifts one after another. It was simply unprecedented and terrifying.
At this moment, they all felt as if they were facing that heaven-defying Supreme One from decades ago, Qian Yue, who had shone brilliantly across the myriad realms like a meteor, that kind of power pressing down on everyone's hearts.
"Battle Saint King?"
No one knew exactly who said it, but at this moment, everyone couldn't help but swallow hard, looking at this person in shock and awe.
The heaven-defying Supreme One, the Battle Saint King, had truly recovered. This vast divine might was unprecedented. Just the pressure alone made almost everyone want to submit. The void grew heavy and still, even Saint Lords would pale.
"Did you enjoy yourselves just now?" The Battle Saint King spoke, his gaze profound, falling upon the various overlords like a tangible divine peak pressing down, actually causing their figures to pause slightly, as if sinking.
"Now it should be my turn." Ye Chen spoke calmly. The various overlords instantly changed color. The Battle Saint King merely took a single step, arriving before Zhao Kingdom's Prince Zhao Wu in an instant.
Too fast. It was simply fast beyond belief, surpassing common sense and reason, as if reversing the River of Time itself.
The various overlords hadn't even been able to react yet, all filled with shock and terror, beyond their imagination.
A terrifying Supreme One's pressure slowly spread out, causing this area of void to become completely heavy and still. The void was sealed, solidifying on its own. Prince Zhao Wu paled in terror, divine radiance erupting from his entire body as he tried to break free.
Yet at this moment, Ye Chen, or rather, the Battle Saint King, made his move. It was just a single sweep of a divine fist, a very plain punch. Divine might did not surge forth, but it was precisely this punch that embodied the ultimate simplicity of the Great Dao, a return to the basics.
Boom—
As powerful as an overlord-level figure like Zhao Wu, who could dominate a domain, roam freely across the myriad realms, a supreme powerhouse of high status and great authority, before whom billions of commoners would need to kowtow and worship—facing such a plain punch, his entire body trembled, and he was blasted apart.
The half of his body that took the punch had its flesh and blood pulverized. His entire person was sent flying sideways, with much flesh, blood, and white bone splattering along the way, a truly miserable and eye-catching sight.
Gulp—
Everyone's eyes widened. They couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, staring dumbfounded at the scene before them, filled with terror.
Too overwhelmingly powerful, truly peerless in the world. With just a single punch, such a powerful, peerless overlord was severely injured, sent flying, so utterly weak.
Was this the power of the Battle Saint King?
The Battle Saint lineage, the first to achieve the Great Perfection of the Tenth Heaven since the Mythical Era. The combination of the two gave rise to such a heaven-defying Supreme One existence.
No wonder the hostile forces of the Battle Saint lineage back then wanted to eliminate him at all costs. Facing such a monstrous talent, how could they dare let him grow up at ease? He would inevitably become a serious threat.
Ye Chen took a step forward. The stars shifted, mountains and rivers reversed. In an instant, he arrived before Zhao Wu, looking down from a superior position at Zhao Wu, whose body was half shattered.
Zhao Wu abruptly changed color, urgently saying, "You cannot kill me."
Yet Ye Chen paid no heed. One hand stretched out, slowly pressing down, like the hand of a mythical Emperor or Sovereign pressing down. The void collapsed. Although it hadn't truly landed on Zhao Wu's body yet, the endless oppressive force already made his entire body feel like it was about to split apart, blood streaks appearing, staining his clothes red with blood.
"Stop!"
The Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Lord roared angrily. He could not just stand by and watch Ye Chen slay his kingdom's prince. Even if not his brother, he was a powerful force within the Immortal Empire, indispensable.
But Ye Chen's gaze swept over. At this moment, a Supreme One's will as vast as the starry sky erupted, containing the invincible martial will of the Battle Saint, further enhanced by the blood energy of the Battle Sacred Body. This starry space rumbled loudly, causing the various overlords to suffer a huge impact. Their expressions changed greatly one after another, then turned somewhat pale.
More than that, it was terror. Even his martial will was already terrifying to this extent. How powerful would he be if he truly went to war?
Boom—
The palm truly pressed down. Zhao Wu simply couldn't withstand that terrifying pressure. His entire body shattered inch by inch, finally exploding completely. Even his Primordial Spirit disintegrated. Body perished, Dao extinguished.
This scene chilled everyone's hearts to the extreme. Ye Chen had long become the master of this world. No one could oppose him. Who could stand against him in battle?
"Now, it should be your turn."
Ye Chen said lightly, but the words he spoke made every overlord feel immense pressure, immediately changing color.
"Attack! Suppress and kill him! Even if he is the recovered Battle Saint King, so what? We'll kill him all the same!"
Canglan Saint Lord roared. The various overlords were about to join forces and attack. Attacks from the myriad heavens blotted out the sky and covered the earth, submerging everything. They stepped through the void, transcending the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements, charging over. Yet not a single attack truly reached him.
Too terrifying. They simply couldn't hit him.
Suddenly, Ye Chen staggered, actually being swept by the various attacks. His entire person was sent flying, and blood even trickled from the corner of his mouth, brilliant golden blood spilling out, making people stunned. What exactly was going on?
Yet the various overlords understood. The Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Lord said coldly, "This sovereign understands. You've merely forcibly restored yourself to your peak state. It cannot last, only maintainable for a period of time. This sovereign was wondering how you could fully recover after absorbing just that bit of essence. So that's how it is."
He had revealed Ye Chen's secret.
Indeed, Ye Chen had not truly recovered. Everything was exactly as the Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Lord said. He had forcibly mustered all his essence, restoring himself to his peak state for a short time.
Ye Chen did not deny it. Although blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, shining brilliantly, his expression was very calm. He said lightly, "So what if you know? Even so, killing you all is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs, effortless."