The pinnacle battle of the younger generation continued.
The two peerless geniuses clashed with their full might, unleashing a comprehensive array of divine abilities and combat techniques. Every move and stance in their hands could transform the ordinary into the miraculous, unleashing earth-shattering power.
That stretch of heaven and earth was constantly being shattered, that expanse of sky was perpetually collapsing under the collision of the two supreme young powerhouses, never truly able to recover.
All eyes were fixed upon them, everyone watching this peerless battle.
Boom—
Finally, the two supreme powerhouses broke apart, each standing on their own patch of sky, facing each other from a distance. Both were boiling with blood energy that rumbled like thunder, exploding through the firmament. Their gazes clashed like heavenly swords, ringing with metallic clangs.
This round ended in a draw.
Yet everyone understood that while it appeared evenly matched, in truth, the Battle Saint King was slightly superior.
For he was only a Demi-Saint, while the Heavenly Roc King had stepped into the Saint Treasury Realm over a decade ago and had even awakened the ancestral blood within him.
For the Battle Saint King to fight to this point without falling behind, even overpowering his opponent in close combat, was more than sufficient to prove his unparalleled prowess.
The Battle Saint King stood with his hands behind his back, black hair cascading down his back, golden radiance flowing from him like an ancient deity. He said, "Heavenly Roc King, is this what you call trying to kill me? You're no good at close combat, and you gain no advantage in divine ability clashes. How do you plan to kill me?"
His faint words carried a tone of contempt. Facing this peerless demon king who had the qualifications to contend on the path of the Human Sovereign, he displayed an attitude of disdain.
Yes, disdain.
It was deliberate.
Because he knew the Heavenly Roc King's methods were certainly not limited to these. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the qualifications to contend with other peerless True Kings.
He wanted to force out the Heavenly Roc King's more powerful techniques, to see his greatest strengths, and temper himself in the process.
The Heavenly Roc King's hair was disheveled, his eyes sharp as blades, coldly stating, "Battle Saint King, do you truly believe these are all my methods? I have my own means to annihilate you!"
In the distant sky, many were greatly shocked. Could it be that the previous attacks were not all of the Heavenly Roc King's methods? Did he still have more powerful techniques hidden?
The crowd trembled with fear, for the previous attacks were already terrifying enough to shatter heaven and earth. The techniques he was about to unleash would surely be even more invincible.
Indeed, every genius walking at the forefront of the Human Sovereign's path was extraordinary.
One True King after another had their eyes blazing with intensity, clearly also wanting to know what formidable methods the Heavenly Roc King still had yet to reveal.
"Whatever methods you have, unleash them all!" Ye Chen said.
"Today, I shall kill you!"
The Heavenly Roc King stood firm in the void. Between the cascading strands of his golden hair, it seemed as if layers of golden waves were surging and swelling. He bit his finger, and from the wound, a string of blood beads flowed out, condensing into a blood thread containing fragments of the Great Dao and divine principles, shining brilliantly. That was Heavenly Roc precious blood, all flowing out and landing upon that Heavenly Roc War Spear.
Finally, after shedding quite a bit of precious blood, the Heavenly Roc King's complexion paled considerably.
"What is he trying to do?" many wondered in confusion.
However, some suddenly widened their eyes in shock, exclaiming, "Could it be that he wants to..."
Boom—
The Heavenly Roc War Spear in his hand suddenly emitted a metallic clang. At this moment, mysterious, profound, and intricate black Dao patterns actually appeared upon it, with countless Dao marks flowing and manifesting, intertwining with each other, appearing eerily strange.
The Heavenly Roc War Spear had completely transformed into a black war spear, as if forged from the interweaving of endless Dao mark runes, heavy as a mountain range, pressing down until the void collapsed and tore.
"The Heavenly Roc War Spear! This is the true form of the Heavenly Roc Clan's war weapon!"
Someone cried out in alarm, drawing the attention of many.
This was the truly renowned, fame-shaking Heavenly Roc War Spear that resounded throughout the myriad realms. It was the invincible, fierce weapon refined and passed down through generations of the Heavenly Roc Clan, wielded by one supreme powerhouse of the clan after another.
Throughout countless ages, no one knew how much blood of powerful experts it had drunk. It could be called an incomparably domineering, peerless fierce weapon.
In its usual state, the Heavenly Roc War Spear was formidable, but it was in a sealed state, appearing more like an exceptionally sturdy weapon. Now, with its seals truly released, it was like a peerless demon emerging into the world. Heaven and earth trembled, wind and clouds changed color. Vaguely, upon the war spear, it seemed as if endless vengeful souls and tortured spirits were wailing and screaming, causing everyone's expressions to change.
"The legendary Heavenly Roc War Spear is this terrifying just with its seals released. If it attacks, it would be even more horrifying."
Many sighed with emotion, their eyes shining brightly as they stared at this scene, harboring immense wariness towards this legendary fierce weapon.
Ye Chen's pupils subtly contracted to the size of needle points.
"You are fortunate to witness the unsealed Heavenly Roc War Spear. But alas, every time the Heavenly Roc War Spear's seals are released, it must drink its fill of the blood of ten thousand beings before it can hibernate and slumber once more. I wonder if the blood of your Saint Body will be enough to satiate the war spear's fierce soul."
The Heavenly Roc King chuckled with a sinister tone, striding forward. But his entire figure whooshed into the sky, arriving before Ye Chen. He brandished the Heavenly Roc War Spear and directly cleaved down. Black light surged to the heavens, carrying a destructive, terrifying aura as it descended.
This stretch of heaven and earth was directly shattered, fragile beyond measure. The unsealed Heavenly Roc War Spear possessed inconceivable destructive power.
Ye Chen hastily raised his hand to block from below.
Boom—
The void was torn asunder, layers of clouds dispersing.
Yet Ye Chen's entire body was blasted flying, caught off guard. Moreover, his palm was actually slashed open with a deep gash, deep enough to reveal bone. Golden saintly blood flowed out, greatly shocking him.
He hadn't expected that even the palm of his Battle Sacred Body could not withstand a direct clash. One must know that his Saint Body was even harder and more enduring than Saint weapons.
"Hmph, do you truly believe the Battle Sacred Body is invincible under heaven? My Heavenly Roc War Spear is no ordinary Dao weapon. It is a true Immortal Ancient Weapon refined from the war bones of our ancestors."
The Heavenly Roc King sneered repeatedly. The origins of the Heavenly Roc War Spear were extraordinary. It was a supreme war weapon refined from the essence of the divine bones within the Golden-Winged Roc, capable of cleaving through anything.
He swung the black Heavenly Roc War Spear, continuously hacking at Ye Chen. These were not simple attacks but were infused with the most terrifying destructive force, surging and swelling. Each strike seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.
Ye Chen dared not be careless. This fierce weapon was truly extraordinary.
Heaven-Shaking Palm!
Ye Chen wielded the Heaven-Shaking Palm from the Battle Saint Art. His fingers and palms were crystalline like jade, lifting and pressing upwards, continuously colliding, striking out dazzling, brilliant sparks.
Yet after a series of collisions, the palm he used to wield the Heaven-Shaking Palm actually grew numb, with faint threads of golden saintly blood seeping out, startling him once more.