On the battlefield, the great bandit Wang Tian stood high in the sky, looking down upon everyone present from a commanding height. His vast Saint might caused the heavens and earth to rumble and roar, the very void growing heavy and still, as if he were a deity—truly extraordinary.
His voice was filled with a ruthless chill: "You can all get lost. All the goods here and everything on your persons must be left behind. Not a single thing remains. Now, get lost."
"But, sir, the Black Storm—" someone from the merchant group stepped forward, trembling with fear. The Black Storm was still raging; how could they dare to leave?
For anyone below the Demi-Saint level, even a peak Divine Transformation expert charging into it would face the danger of perishing, body and soul destroyed.
The terror of the Black Storm was not just idle talk. Encountering the most fearsome scale of Black Storm, even a Saint would be instantly torn to pieces. It was the most terrifying disaster within the Plunder Heaven Plains.
*Pfft—*
But before the words were finished, blood light instantly splattered. The person was decapitated, body and head separated, and utterly shattered before everyone's eyes.
This was the great bandit Wang Tian making his move. An invisible Saint might swept out, demonstrating the cruelty of the bandits—disobedience meant death.
Everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter. Who dared to speak now? Despair also filled them.
Now, they truly had only one option: to flee into the Black Storm, a desperate escape with nine chances of death against one of life.
"Who goes there!"
Suddenly, Wang Tian roared loudly, raising his head to look into the distance, his gaze piercing through the Black Storm. He had sensed an extremely powerful, terrifying aura approaching at an inconceivable, astonishing speed.
That speed even caused a look of shock to appear on his face.
Too fast!
*Boom—*
The endless Black Storm was directly blasted apart. Between heaven and earth, a tall, slender figure wrapped entirely in golden light suddenly stepped forth from within. Divine radiance shone brilliantly, dazzling, as if a deity from ancient times had descended.
He possessed an immortal divine bearing, his entire body radiating an aura of supreme and mighty Dao. It was actually even greater than that of the great bandit Wang Tian.
Who was this?
Everyone was greatly shocked.
"Who are you?"
The eighteenth bandit, Wang Tian, roared again, shaking heaven and earth. Strangely, however, his expression had become exceptionally grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Even the old Saint from before had not made him this solemn.
Clearly, the person before him was an unprecedented, peerless powerhouse; otherwise, Wang Tian would not be like this.
For Wang Tian, from this golden-wrapped figure, he could faintly sense a terrifying pressure. This feeling had only ever occurred when facing the top thirteen among the twenty-four great bandits.
And those great bandits, which one was not a true Saint Lord or overlord-level existence? They were all truly terror-level figures.
This mysterious, golden-radiant figure before him actually made him feel that kind of oppressive might, forcing him to become solemn.
When the golden light receded somewhat, a clear, handsome, and youthful face was revealed within the haze. He was very young, barely over twenty, with black hair cascading over his shoulders, divine radiance awe-inspiring, as if a son of heaven.
But when everyone clearly saw this figure, they were all greatly shocked. He was actually so young and handsome.
Especially all members of the Sky Tiger Mercenary Group—they were even more astonished. It was actually him.
Especially after sensing the supreme, mighty, and terrifying aura emanating from him, they couldn't help but be stunned. For this aura was terrifying, strong beyond imagination, peerlessly powerful.
Could this young man recruited from East Earth City actually be such an invincible, supreme powerhouse?
Ye Chen looked at Wang Tian, revealing a row of white, clean teeth as he smiled, yet carrying threads of killing intent: "The one who will kill you."
"Arrogant!"
Even though he could sense the powerful aura from Ye Chen, Wang Tian's expression still darkened.
What kind of person was he? One of the great bandits of the Plunder Heaven Plains, ranked eighteenth. Although not a Saint Lord or overlord-level figure, he was still a powerful Ancient Saint, quite formidable.
Moreover, although this young man's aura was very strong, he was clearly only a mere Demi-Saint. No matter how powerful, he was no match for him.
"Although only a Demi-Saint, his presence is formidable. Could he be one of those monstrous prodigies recruited by the Dragon Phoenix Academy? Has the Dark Night Siege Battle started so soon? Pity. Today, this lord will kill the chicken to warn the monkey—kill you and hang your head on the gates of Dark Night City, warning those from the Dragon Phoenix Academy that in this era, even if those prodigies are strong, not a single one shall pass." Wang Tian coldly shouted.
*Boom—*
As his words fell, the great bandit directly swung the black rod in his hand. It instantly expanded with the wind, transforming into a massive black pillar reaching for the heavens, a full thousand zhang enormous, piercing through the clouds. Carrying with it the boundless might of heaven and earth, it smashed toward Ye Chen.
Heaven collapsed, earth split; ghosts wept, deities wailed; chaos reigned, the heavens shattered!
Endless radiance illuminated this stretch of heaven and earth. The violent Black Storm seemed to grow silent, subdued.
This single strike made everyone's faces change color. It could absolutely kill a Demi-Saint powerhouse with one blow, even slay an ordinary Saint—not impossible. One could imagine Wang Tian had truly moved to kill.
The divine rod had not yet fallen, but the vast momentum it created was already earth-shattering, pressing down. Countless members of the merchant groups, mercenary groups, and bandit powerhouses below were all pressed down, finding it difficult to breathe, filled with terror.
But under the gaze of all, Ye Chen, the target of the attack, merely nodded slightly with a smile. Looking at this rod crashing down like lightning, his expression was exceptionally calm. He didn't dodge or evade at all, merely gently raising his hand upward, intending to meet it head-on.
"Fool!"
Wang Tian sneered coldly. Who did this person think he was, daring to block and resist like this?
Others in the merchant group turned pale, as if they could already see the youth being torn to pieces.
*Boom—*
A tremendous sound suddenly resounded. However, the bloody scene everyone anticipated did not occur. On the contrary, at this very moment, everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene within the field.
For at this time, the hand the youth raised merely lifted slowly upward, precisely colliding with the massive rod.
There was no heart-stopping splatter of blood light. Instead, that enormous black long rod, like a pillar holding up the heavens, was actually held back by the youth.
With just one hand, he directly blocked the strike from the eighteenth great bandit Wang Tian—a strike that could kill a Demi-Saint. It seemed calm and composed, relaxed and natural, leaving everyone utterly shocked.
How was this possible?
This was the shock and question in everyone's hearts. Just who was this youth? With just one palm, he had withstood it. How could it be so easy?
Even if the old Saint from before had acted, he could not have done it so effortlessly.
This young man was invincible!