Ye Chen charged towards the old emperor, brandishing his supreme and most potent divine fists. Dazzling golden light shimmered as he threw punch after punch.
Each punch carried terrifying power, as if the entire expanse of the sky was concentrated into this single divine fist before being unleashed.
Without a doubt, the old emperor was in great distress. The power was too immense, the divine power limitless. Each punch made him feel so wretched he almost vomited blood, utterly unbearable.
If not for his own formidable strength and the divine shield forged from the extraordinary divine material, Yingxue Divine Essence, to block with, any other overlord would likely have been pulverized into mincemeat.
The Battle Saint King's might was indeed no empty reputation; he was terrifyingly powerful, beyond belief.
Boom—
Another punch landed, sending the old emperor flying. Blood sprayed continuously, his divine armor began to crack, and he coughed blood from the corner of his mouth, utterly horrified.
He even felt the impulse to flee, for even a super expert as powerful as him, at the ninth heaven of the Saint Treasury Realm, could no longer face such a formidable Battle Saint King. He was about to be killed.
But he simply didn't understand. In his previous life, Ye Chen was a true figure who defied the heavens, reaching the Tenth Heaven, hailed as a peerless genius, and possessed the most powerful forbidden battle physique throughout the ages. Whether in Dao and techniques or physical body, he surpassed all, capable of slaying enemies across major realms. How could he possibly contend?
Nevertheless, he was ultimately a supreme emperor of the ninth heaven. Despite Ye Chen's immense power, he barely managed to hold on. Moreover, he was executing divine abilities and techniques. Streaks of divine principles crisscrossed the sky, representing the Dao marks at the peak of the Saint Treasury Realm, slashing towards Ye Chen.
Then, with a light exhale, vast swathes of purple light rapidly blazed forth, flooding all directions.
Within it, divine generals swiftly materialized, wielding powerful weapons like divine swords, paired maces, heavenly blades, great axes, and long spears, launching assaults and charging at the Battle Saint King.
"It's the Purple Qi Materialization Technique!"
Outside this battlefield, the other overlords, though not participating in the fight, were undoubtedly knowledgeable. They recognized the technique the Xia Kingdom's old emperor was currently employing—the legendary Purple Qi Materialization Technique.
It transformed innate essence energy into purple qi, similar to the technique of scattering beans to form soldiers, materializing avatar-like divine generals. Each divine general was powerful, capable of unleashing the old emperor's own formidable divine abilities, truly extraordinary.
Ye Chen merely cast a cold glance, then opened a golden, radiant passage behind him, as if leading to an ancient great world of golden divine treasures.
"It's the Battle Saint King's Five Elements Golden Realm technique, the strongest offensive saint art for indiscriminate area attacks!"
Naturally, some recognized the divine ability Ye Chen was employing now, which had once shaken the world in his previous life.
The golden, radiant great world was fully opened. Dazzling golden light gushed forth, intensely brilliant. Countless golden spheres continuously surged out, transforming into the most resplendent meteor shower, reaching everywhere without limit, charging towards all the divine general phantoms.
Boom! Boom! Boom!—
The heavens trembled. All the divine general phantoms were annihilated by the golden light before they could even truly charge forward, reduced to ashes, ceasing to exist.
Simultaneously, the old emperor also coughed blood, for while the Battle Saint King was launching indiscriminate attacks on the divine general phantoms, he was also continuously attacking, brandishing his divine fists. However, one could sense that the power of each punch seemed to be diminishing.
At the same time, the four holy spirits were assaulting the various overlords. Each one continuously drew divine power from within Ye Chen's body as a source. While attacking the overlords internally, they also accelerated the depletion of Ye Chen's divine power.
Evidently, Ye Chen's aura began to wane. The various overlords, who were originally about to suppress and slay the four holy spirits, became even more ferocious at this moment, resisting continuously, with divine radiance surging.
All the experts sighed. Although the Battle Saint King had begun to weaken and might ultimately end up being suppressed and slain, such a battle record could still be called supremely glorious.
In this world, how many could face the assaults of so many overlords, withstand the attacks of the ancient recluse and the old emperor, fight to this extent, contend evenly, and even press them down?
Unprecedented. I'm afraid even the Emperors and Sovereigns of myth in their youth were merely like this.
After another earth-shattering boom, the old emperor was sent flying once more, continuously shedding blood, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, appearing utterly miserable.
But at this moment, the phantoms of the four holy spirits were rapidly fading, attacked by the various overlords, almost on the verge of being directly shattered and obliterated between heaven and earth.
Ye Chen's aura was no longer as potent as before. His golden blood energy rapidly receded inward. He seemed to age many years in an instant, his entire body becoming withered and thin.
The Battle Saint King had finally begun to weaken.
This allowed the various overlords to breathe a sigh of relief. Facing the Battle Saint King in that peak state, they had endured terrifying pressure, as if massive mountains and great peaks weighed upon their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
Too powerful, terrifyingly powerful, utterly unconquerable.
If he truly maintained that peak state long-term, they would have despaired.
"Hahaha, Battle Saint King, even if you reincarnated and were reborn through Samsara, so what? Even if you revived, so what? In the end, you can only maintain it for a period. Aren't you now about to fall from your peak state?"
The various overlords laughed heartily. Others shook their heads and sighed. Pitiable, a generation's Battle Saint King, so powerful, so invincible, yet in the end, he could not remain invincible. After all, it wasn't a true revival, merely forcibly gathering a breath of essence energy. He couldn't be eternally invincible.
A pity and a lament. Otherwise, if he fully revived, no one here could contend with him; he could sweep away all enemies in the world.
"Little brother!" The Primordial Female Saint Lord stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Battle Saint King, her voice gentle yet filled with determination: "I will fight alongside you."
Ye Chen gently shook his head and said, "Sister Jingruo, no need for that. You need not intervene."
Although the old emperor was coughing blood, his aura remained potent. He sneered coldly, "The Tai Chu Saint Lord is indeed peerlessly beautiful, no wonder you, Battle Saint King, are unwilling to lose face before such a beauty. But what ability do you have to maintain that pitiful dignity?"
The various overlords all laughed heartily, filled with mockery.
Ye Chen's gaze turned icy as he stared at him and said, "I am the Battle Saint King, destined to shake all enemies in the world!"
Boom—
At this moment, the aura on Ye Chen's body, which had already weakened, suddenly surged once more, instantly returning to its peak state. That terrifying aura once again filled the sky, suppressing the heavens.
"How is this possible!?"
The various overlords were shocked!