On the distant horizon, the Battle Saint King appeared once more.
He stood tall in the sky, hands clasped behind his back, his thick, long hair flowing freely. His eyes were like heavenly swords, shimmering with golden radiance. Before him, the four holy spirits of creation—the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—materialized, supremely divine and sacred, making him appear like a mythical ancient emperor, transcendent and aloof.
"Everything is about to end," the Battle Saint King said calmly, gazing at the Heavenly Roc King on the battlefield. Every pore of his body exuded wisps of brilliant light, enveloped in flawless Dao marks.
"What?!"
When everyone saw this scene, they were greatly shocked. Over ninety percent of the onlookers hadn't yet grasped what had happened.
Hadn't the Battle Saint King been slain by the Heavenly Roc King? Why was he now standing there, completely unharmed and unscathed?
However, those who were truly perceptive understood. They stared at the Battle Saint King in astonishment, unable to help but suck in a sharp breath.
What a formidable Battle Saint King! The one who had fought earlier wasn't his true self at all, but a... Dao body.
Forceful! Domineering!
Truly worthy of the title Battle Saint King!
At this moment, everyone finally understood. Even the prodigies atop Wind Heaven City couldn't help but twitch their lips. Even a scoundrel like the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor was left speechless: "By his dragon grandmother, it really is that damned Little Yue. He's not just ordinarily black-hearted. To fight that birdman with just a Dao body... and the birdman actually thought he was about to win. In the end, he was just played by Little Yue. But I like it!"
"What a Battle Saint King, truly worthy of being a Supreme One prodigy," sighed the figures of unknown identity standing in the distant sky, shaking their heads.
"This time, the demon king of the Heavenly Roc clan is likely to suffer a heavy blow."
"Indeed, if the Battle Saint King were so easily defeated, he wouldn't deserve to be called a Supreme One prodigy. Moreover, killing the Battle Saint King wouldn't be so simple, after all, he is also the lord of the Ancient Lan World."
"Be careful. If the Heavenly Roc King is defeated later, we must intervene. We cannot let the Battle Saint King kill him. After all, he possesses the ancestral blood of the Golden-Winged Roc and will undoubtedly become a True King. This can be considered a favor our academy grants to the demon race."
The young True Kings observing the battle—the Sun God, Primordial Demon God, Yuan Yao Divine King, Ye Gucheng—all felt somewhat unsettled. The Battle Saint King's move had truly left them speechless, let alone the Heavenly Roc King on the battlefield. How aggrieved he must feel at this moment.
He stared fixedly at the distant Battle Saint King, his eyes wide with fury, his golden hair seeming to bristle. He roared, "Battle Saint King, you are truly despicable!"
The roar shook heaven and earth, shattering the void and stirring up a sandstorm that filled the sky.
He had seen arrogance before, but never such arrogance—to fight him with just a Dao body, forcing him to reveal even more powerful trump cards.
Just when he was on the verge of complete victory, he was dealt such a heavy blow.
Not just the Heavenly Roc King, even others felt deeply wounded. Couldn't he at least not bully people so blatantly?
However, only the Battle Saint King himself understood. Although it was a Dao body that had fought earlier, it was a Supreme Dao Body, containing his strongest Saint Body blood energy and invincible martial will. At close range, it was no weaker than his true self.
If not for the excessive depletion of essence energy, which caused the Dao body to be defeated, he wouldn't have revealed his true form.
Yet the Battle Saint King, with his hands clasped behind his back, said calmly, "Despicable? If you cannot even defeat my Dao body, how can you speak of fighting me?"
His calm words were filled with arrogance, making countless people sigh in admiration. The Battle Saint King was overwhelmingly forceful, using a Dao body to test the Heavenly Roc King's strength.
Without sufficient strength, one was not qualified to challenge his true self.
But how deeply wounding this was! Looking at the Heavenly Roc King's expression, he seemed on the verge of vomiting blood.
"Battle Saint King, today either you die, or I perish!"
The Heavenly Roc King could no longer restrain himself. Gripping the Heavenly Roc War Spear, he activated the Heavenly Roc Extreme Speed movement technique with a whoosh, transforming into a golden lightning bolt as he once again charged to cleave down at the Battle Saint King.
Clang—
Sparks flew, and the void shattered.
However, this time, the Heavenly Roc King failed to harm the Battle Saint King or even force him back a single step.
The Battle Saint King stood unmoving like a mountain. A Bronze Great Halberd appeared in his hand, held horizontally before him, directly blocking the Heavenly Roc War Spear. He sneered coldly, "Is this what you call 'either you die or I perish'?"
Although somewhat suspicious, the Heavenly Roc King continued to wield his pitch-black war spear, slashing down relentlessly. This was no ordinary attack; the weapon contained the Great Dao of heaven and earth and was forged from the essence of the Golden-Winged Roc's divine talons.
Boom! Boom! Boom!—
The black war spear seemed to transform directly into a massive, dark roc talon, continuously diving and cleaving through the air, splitting heaven and earth. Vast stretches of the Plunder Heaven Plains were shattered one after another, countless miles collapsing and sinking.
This was a divine weapon forged from the talon of a Golden-Winged Roc from the Mythical Era, imbued with the Dao mark laws of the ancient Heavenly Roc. Even if not fully awakened, it displayed boundless ferocious might, as if wielding the true talon of a Golden-Winged Divine Roc to tear apart all obstacles in the world.
Clang! Clang! Clang!—
Although Ye Chen sneered at the Heavenly Roc King, he did not let down his guard, for his opponent was truly powerful. He wielded the Primordial Battle Body, continuously clashing with him. He did not awaken it, nor did he employ any special rule-based power, but the Primordial Battle Body was—
Heavy!
Indeed, this invincible ancient weapon forged from Nine Tribulations Gold was incredibly heavy. Merely holding it, even someone like Ye Chen felt its weight. The void itself seemed on the verge of collapsing under its pressure, a testament to its might. When swung, fierce gales arose, the winds and clouds changed color, and heaven and earth were shattered once more.
Even with the Heavenly Roc King wielding the unsealed Heavenly Roc War Spear, he could not gain the slightest advantage. Gone was his previous absolute superiority. The opponent's Bronze Great Halberd, forged from who-knows-what material, could not be shattered in the slightest by the Heavenly Roc War Spear, sending a chill through the Heavenly Roc King's heart.
It wasn't that he didn't want to awaken the divine weapon, unleashing its dormant infinite divine might, but doing so would no longer be a battle between peers. With his pride, he utterly disdained such an action.
On the path of the Human Sovereign, with myriad realms contending and prodigies of all ages vying for supremacy, what was needed was an invincible Dao heart.
If one relied on external power to defeat an opponent, how could one hope to ascend to the throne of the Human Sovereign in the future, to look down upon the myriad realms, to climb the path of Emperors and Sovereigns?
The two fought fiercely against each other. While the Heavenly Roc War Spear clashed with the Primordial Battle Body, they also unleashed various divine abilities and laws to attack one another, shattering the heavens, blasting apart the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and even moving over a thousand miles away. The battle was so intense it darkened the sky and earth.
Although Ye Chen had now used his true self, he had to admit that the Heavenly Roc King's own strength was truly formidable, fully comparable to an Immortal True King. Moreover, the bloodline within his body was continuously awakening, growing stronger and stronger, making even Ye Chen feel wary.
Boom—
The Heavenly Roc King was suddenly sent flying. It was the Battle Saint King making a forceful move, erupting with brilliant golden light. He strode forward, his black hair dancing wildly, declaring domineeringly, "We've reached this point; it's time to end this. Today, I shall suppress and kill you!"