Within the Fallen Heaven Desolate Domain, Ye Chen found himself heavily surrounded. Enemies emerged one after another.
Some were kings of the younger generation, others were Saint Realm powerhouses of the older generation. Without exception, they were all super-powerful figures, renowned throughout the world, not ordinary characters. At the very least, they possessed strength comparable to the Saint rank.
More than twenty super-powerful figures appeared, heavily encircling Ye Chen at the center, placing him in a situation that seemed almost certainly fatal.
"To kill me, you've really invested quite a bit," Ye Chen spoke, his gaze sweeping into the distance and landing on the black-clad figure who had led him here. Among those present, this was the only one he couldn't see through, and the one he was most wary of. He said slowly, "It seems someone wants to borrow strength to ambush and kill me here, setting up a killing trap. Speak, who are you?"
His gaze was fiery and piercing. Even facing the encirclement of so many powerful figures and the manifestation of a killing formation, he showed not the slightest fear, appearing utterly composed, still inquiring about that person's identity.
Boom—
Suddenly, a terrifying Yin energy mist swept across the heavens, flooding this place with overwhelming force. It carried an unprecedented, fearsome Yin-cold aura, a breath of Death Energy, completely isolated from the energy of life.
It was from the Immortal Sacred Land lineage. Ye Chen sensed a familiar aura within it, causing his pupils to contract slightly.
That figure slowly turned around. The black robe on his body exploded, revealing a young man clad in battle armor.
He was a man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, exceptionally handsome, but his face bore a strangely sickly pallor. However, his gaze was fiery, as conspicuous as a torch.
He wore black Nether Armor divine garments, black shimmering with cold, crystalline light and a unique metallic luster, making him appear intimidating.
His physique was robust and tall, his imposing stature awe-inspiring, like a god of death stepping forth from hell. His feet touched no dust, his entire form enveloped in a layer of pitch-black Yin mist, filled with stillness—it was Death Energy.
"As expected, it's you, Undying Young Master!"
Ye Chen spoke word by word, his tone heavy and solemn.
The Undying Young Master was the young True King of the Immortal Sacred Land lineage, a peerless True King of the same generation as Ye Chen, the Sun God, and the Yuan Yao Divine King. Clearly, he too was now a figure attempting the Supreme Method through reincarnation.
His appearance made him the center of this heaven and earth, the leader of those gathered. Though his face was pale and bloodless, his entire body roiled with Yin mist, and his overwhelmingly powerful aura surged forth, causing the void itself to tremble involuntarily.
It must be said, this Undying Young Master was a supremely powerful talent of the younger generation, not inferior to reincarnated True Kings like the Sun God, extremely formidable. He stood tall in the firmament, locking gazes with Ye Chen. Substantialized light shot from their eyes, condensing into Dao swords that clashed in mid-air with metallic clangs, tearing through the firmament.
Two terrifying auras slowly radiated from between the two of them, causing heaven and earth to tremble and hum. The other heroes all changed expressions, quickly retreating.
The Undying Young Master's exceptionally handsome face held a trace of coldness. He said coldly, "Battle Saint King, I'm truly glad to see you again. Unfortunately, you have only death awaiting you, just like back then."
Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged. He sneered directly, "Back then, if it weren't for that old ghost Great Power from your Immortal Sacred Land intervening, did you, this half-human, half-ghost creature, really think you could kill me? Even with several True Kings joining forces against me, didn't I still chase you down and blast you non-stop?"
Mentioning the past darkened the Undying Young Master's expression; it was a humiliation to him. But he quickly calmed down. "Back then, you were merely breaking through a major realm, attracting endless heavenly thunder strikes. But can you still do that now? Ridiculous. Today, you are undoubtedly doomed to die."
Ye Chen asked, "What about them?"
'Them' naturally referred to Li Taixu, Yang Wushuang, and the others.
"Them?" The Undying Young Master gave a cold laugh. "This Young Master merely set a trap for you. I didn't expect you to actually fall for it. How laughable. Although you, Battle Saint King, are powerful, you also have such a weakness—you care too much about sentiment."
Ye Chen understood. The items that had attracted him here, though belonging to Li Taixu and the others, were likely collected from the Tian Du Continent, carrying their auras, thus luring Ye Chen.
Though trapped in the Fallen Heaven Desolate Domain, Ye Chen's mood wasn't entirely bad. At least those old acquaintances hadn't been captured by the Undying Young Master; otherwise, it would have been truly troublesome.
Ye Chen first glanced at the Undying Young Master, then swept his gaze over the others, nodding. "Quite a number of people. But do you think this riff-raff can trap me, let alone kill me?"
He laughed, appearing very proud, somewhat conceited and arrogant, yet possessing absolute confidence.
These people were strong. Each of the younger generation was at least a King-level figure, absolutely comparable to Saint Concealment Realm experts.
Among the older generation, the weakest were naturally at this level, and among them were even Overlord-level existences.
But who was he?
The Battle Saint King!
That title alone was enough to prove everything.
He looked down upon the world, completely disregarding these young kings and super-powerful figures of the older generation, treating them as ordinary.
Everyone grew furious. This Battle Saint King was far too arrogant. What did he mean by this? Did he really regard them all as riff-raff?
"Battle Saint King, right now you're nothing but a beast in a cage. Do you truly believe you're still invincible under heaven?" Zhao Wudao said coldly.
"A dying man still dares to speak so much. Truly laughable. Young Master, please take action. Use this killing formation to completely refine the Battle Saint King, turning him into Saint Body origin. If you refine it, you will surely break through the Tenth Heaven completely," said the King of Blood Glow Valley.
"Ignorant of life and death!"
Many uttered icy words, looking coldly at the Battle Saint King, filled with killing intent.
One figure after another released chilling killing intent, sweeping toward the encircled Battle Saint King at the center.
Moreover, within this heaven and earth, a fearsome killing formation manifested. Dao patterns intertwined, talismanic symbols flickered one after another, all brimming with slaughterous aura—it was a terrifying killing formation.
The Corpse-Devouring Worm Emperor suddenly rushed forward, its body enlarging, though disguised and altered to appear as a three-zhang-long demonic flood dragon. Panting with its tongue out, it chuckled, "Esteemed Fellow Daoists, actually, I have no relationship with this guy whatsoever. I don't know him. Please let me leave. I promise I'll fly away immediately. You can deal with this person however you like; it has nothing to do with me."
It was very straightforward, directly severing any connection with Ye Chen, putting on an act of completely not knowing him.
"..." Ye Chen truly had nothing but speechlessness. How did he end up knowing such a problematic dragon?