Under the gaze of all, Ye Chen easily withstood the black long rod, causing everyone to be utterly astonished and filled with shock.
This was a strike powerful enough to kill a Demi-Saint and severely injure a Saint, yet it was so effortlessly endured.
The great bandit Wang Tian was first stunned, then shocked. But seizing this moment, he also attacked in fury, gathering immense and overwhelming Saint-level power. The divine rod rippled with thousands upon thousands of divine radiance, each strand like the most brilliant auspicious light, as he swung the rod down once more.
Yet Ye Chen's slender, pale fingers slightly clenched, tightly gripping one end of the black long rod. No matter how much force Wang Tian exerted, no matter how his divine power surged for days, he could not move it in the slightest, as if it had taken root.
All of this seemed utterly inconceivable in the eyes of everyone.
Wang Tian, a great bandit, was actually at a disadvantage, suppressed to the point of having no power to resist. If this news spread, it would be hard for anyone in the world to believe.
"Impossible!"
Wang Tian roared, his entire body's divine power howling and surging, churning and boiling across the sky. Terrifying dao fluctuations continuously shook the heavens, rumbling loudly, yet he truly could not move the black long rod.
The opponent was far too powerful, forcing him into such a state.
"Do you want it back?"
Ye Chen smiled slightly, causing Wang Tian to freeze. Then, with a sudden upward slap of his palm, accompanied by a thunderous boom, the black long rod was abruptly sent soaring straight into the heavens, tumbling end over end with a whistling sound, piercing through the clouds.
Even though the tiger's mouth of Wang Tian's hand split open, he could not hold on. It was as if a hundred thousand great mountains had crashed into him, layer upon layer, making him feel so wretched he nearly vomited blood.
Then he looked at Ye Chen in horror. Just who was this? Why was he so absurdly powerful?
Ye Chen spoke softly, revealing a brilliant smile. "I heard that killing you allows one to take your place, enter Dark Night City, and seize your Wind Heaven City. Is that right?"
His magnetic voice was captivating, but also a soul-claiming, terrifying thing. Wang Tian's expression changed drastically, but he showed no fear, merely thinking the other's treasure body was a bit stronger. He snorted coldly, "Kid, do you really think you can kill me?"
"What do you think?"
Ye Chen continued to smile, but then he moved. Still as a maiden, swift as a thunderbolt—this described Ye Chen perfectly.
Boom—
The sky shook violently, the void shattered, and the ten directions of heaven and earth trembled. When Ye Chen moved, it was like a human-shaped True Dragon traversing the sky. The entire vast void became turbulent, as if unable to bear Ye Chen's presence, trembling incessantly.
Wang Tian's expression changed drastically immediately, because he felt as if he had been targeted by a True Dragon that had slumbered from the Mythical Epoch until this era. Every hair on his body stood on end.
Boom—
He immediately activated his most powerful divine abilities and dao principles, launching a full-scale attack that exploded forth with a roar, rumbling and howling between heaven and earth.
The Black Storm in this area of heaven and earth had long been violently blasted apart by him. Divine radiance bloomed terrifyingly, absolutely capable of leveling this region and annihilating almost everyone into dust. Only a small portion of powerful individuals could survive such indiscriminate attacks.
"Not bad divine abilities, but your strength is a bit lacking."
Ye Chen spoke calmly, his entire body wreathed in flawless, resplendent golden light, making him seem like a Divine Spirit as he traversed the sky, directly scattering the myriad dao principles filling the sky and charging forth to kill.
After a thunderous boom, countless dao principles soared into the sky, rumbling through the ninth heaven. Ye Chen raised his fist and shook it, displaying boundless bravery, directly sending Wang Tian flying with a heavy cough of blood, a truly miserable sight.
If he were not a super powerhouse of the Ancient Saint level, an ordinary Saint facing this punch from Ye Chen would undoubtedly be shattered to pieces and die, with no chance of survival.
Because this was the ultimate punch of the Battle Saint King.
"Not bad physical body, able to withstand this punch of mine without exploding."
Ye Chen evaluated, which could be considered praise. But to the ears of the great bandit Wang Tian, it was an insult. He, a great bandit, was actually being suppressed and beaten by a young junior, merely a Demi-Saint junior. If this spread, what face would he have left?
But Ye Chen strode forward, swift as a thunderbolt, locking onto Wang Tian's aura, giving him no chance to escape. He threw another punch, simple yet supremely powerful, striking through the sky to confront Wang Tian.
Countless golden lights overflowed, blotting out the sky and earth, submerging the vast heavens, shattering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, directly striking and slashing forward.
Wang Tian, in a way, was a great bandit of his generation, ranked eighteenth, a super powerhouse of the Ancient Saint level on the fourth level of the Saint Treasury Realm. He was absolutely a terror who roamed invincibly across the Plunder Heaven Plains.
But facing a Supreme One and monstrous genius like Ye Chen, mere suppression by a major realm was utterly ineffective. Because the Battle Saint King was a freak who feared not even Saint Lord-level figures, capable of slaying overlords, let alone a mere Ancient Saint powerhouse.
The result was obvious. Wang Tian was completely suppressed by Ye Chen. No matter how he resisted or attacked, his divine abilities and dao principles shattered heaven and earth, but all of it was useless, utterly incapable of harming Ye Chen's flawless golden Saint Body, much less opposing him.
Boom—
In the end, Wang Tian was sent flying by Ye Chen, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as he fell to the dusty ground.
The figure in the sky was as eye-catching as a peerless Divine Spirit, a Supreme One descending to the mortal world.
Everyone in the merchant caravan cheered. In contrast, the many bandits all wore ashen, ugly expressions, filled with despair and unwillingness.
Ye Chen descended step by step through the void, slowly landing beside the great bandit Wang Tian. Every pore on his body overflowed with the most resplendent golden light, making all the powerful individuals in the merchant caravan feel as if they were facing a true Divine Spirit. They actually knelt and prostrated in worship, streams of Faith Power flying out.
All of this was unforeseen by Ye Chen, something entirely unexpected, making him shake his head and chuckle involuntarily.
But this was still a separate matter. Ye Chen said slowly, "Wang Tian, ranked eighteenth. Killing you would also allow one to be called a great bandit and take your place, right?"
Although Wang Tian was far from a match for Ye Chen, he was still a great bandit of his generation, accustomed to life and death, utterly unafraid of dying. He just snorted coldly, "In the Plunder Heaven Plains, becoming a great bandit is not so easy. Don't think killing me, or even killing the great bandits ranked in the top thirteen, would allow you to take their place. Great bandits are only selected from among true wandering bandits. A Myriad Domains genius like you from the Dragon Phoenix Academy is simply not permitted to become a great bandit."
This was a rule of the Plunder Heaven Plains.
"What about this?" Ye Chen smiled lightly, taking out a black token. Wang Tian's pupils suddenly contracted: "The Black Sky Token!"