The entire arena was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was stunned. Was the Battle Saint King trying to prevent the Heavenly Roc King from leaving?
Many couldn't help but tense up, watching the scene before them with nervous anticipation.
Especially the experts from the Dragon Phoenix Academy; they were practically manifesting in the world, strands of their supreme aura leaking out, tearing through the void—truly terrifying.
They all had their eyes on the Heavenly Roc King, this exceptional seedling. If the Battle Saint King truly intended to act, they would clearly intervene to stop him.
In the more distant heavens, several extremely terrifying auras had appeared at some unknown time, accompanied by overwhelming, monstrous demonic might that pressured the vast sky, watching closely.
"Battle Saint King, what is the meaning of this? The Heavenly Roc King has already conceded defeat. As a Supreme One of the young generation, can't you show some of the magnanimity befitting a Supreme One and let him leave?"
A figure suddenly appeared before the injured Heavenly Roc King. It was none other than Zhao Wudao.
He had actually stepped in front of the Heavenly Roc King at this moment, staring down the Battle Saint King, appearing utterly fearless. It made people wonder—how dare a mere King question the Battle Saint King? Wasn't this seeking death?
But in the eyes of many discerning individuals, their gazes flickered. They could see that while Zhao Wudao appeared fearless, he was clearly trying to leverage the presence of the others present to pressure the Battle Saint King into not acting, allowing the Heavenly Roc King and their group to leave this area smoothly.
One had to admit, this Zhao Wudao was indeed somewhat clever.
"Battle Saint King, you are, in a way, the first young generation's supreme to reach the Tenth Heaven since the Mythical Era. You have already defeated the Heavenly Roc King. As the victor, shouldn't you display some of the magnanimity belonging to a victor and let the Heavenly Roc King leave safely?" Zhao Wudao spoke again, and surprisingly, he gained the agreement of many distant spectators.
However, the various True Kings appeared indifferent, and many other super-powerful experts remained silent.
Zhao Wudao was quite satisfied with the others' agreement. But when he looked towards those Immortal True Kings, not a single one stepped forward to echo his sentiment, which left him slightly disappointed.
He continued, "Battle Saint King, if you persist like this, it will be difficult to see your Supreme magnanimity, making us all ashamed to be associated with you."
"Enough noise!"
The Battle Saint King finally spoke. It was just a light shout, yet it carried immense authority, exploding across the heavens and mixed with an eerie, magical power that struck Zhao Wudao like a thunderbolt, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper.
Then, the Battle Saint King looked down upon Zhao Wudao from a commanding height, his tone indifferent and ruthless. "You are nothing but a petty scoundrel I've let escape several times. A mere King—since when is it your place to speak? Shut your mouth immediately, or I'll suppress and kill you on the spot."
These words were like a resounding slap across Zhao Wudao's face, silent yet deafening.
Zhao Wudao's face flushed red. Being publicly humiliated and berated by the Battle Saint King like this was more than he could bear.
But he dared to be angry, not daring to speak out. Everyone knew the Battle Saint King before him was an overwhelmingly forceful, peerless genius who acted without restraint and feared nothing.
If he truly angered the Battle Saint King, who could stop this demonic existence if he decided to crush everything in his path?
Immediately after, the Battle Saint King no longer spared Zhao Wudao a glance, treating him as if he were air, and his gaze fell upon the Heavenly Roc King.
"What do you want?" the Heavenly Roc King said.
The Battle Saint King looked down from his commanding height and said lightly, "You came intending to attack the city. If you can leave without paying the corresponding price, wouldn't everyone in the world think this Battle Saint King is easy to bully?"
This made people inwardly scoff. Anyone might be easy to bully, but definitely not this Battle Saint King.
"Leave behind the Eighteen Roc Forms and the Roc Slays Dragon Technique, and I can spare your life."
Under the starry sky, the Battle Saint King spoke slowly. Yet the words he uttered caused everyone to be momentarily stunned, dumbfounded, and then they all sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
The Battle Saint King actually wanted to demand the Eighteen Roc Forms and the Roc Slays Dragon Technique! Because both were truly peerless secret techniques of the Heavenly Roc clan, never to be passed on. Within the Heavenly Roc clan, only true geniuses were qualified to receive the inheritance; they could not be lightly divulged.
The Heavenly Roc King's expression changed repeatedly. He immediately refused, "Impossible! Both these divine techniques are secret, non-transmissible arts of my Heavenly Roc lineage. Moreover, those not of my clan would find it difficult to wield them."
"Whether I can wield them or not, just hand them over to me," the Battle Saint King said, golden radiance flowing around him. His entire person was transcendent and ethereal, as pure and empty as a banished immortal, remaining utterly calm throughout.
This made the Heavenly Roc King feel extremely aggrieved. He wished he could roar at the heavens. He had never experienced such stifling helplessness before. Powerful as he was, having dominated his generation and swept aside all rivals, he had never encountered such a powerless scene—being looked down upon and pressured.
"I told you, these are secret, non-transmissible arts of my Heavenly Roc clan. They cannot be passed to outsiders. You might as well kill me."
Though defeated, the Heavenly Roc King would rather die than submit, unwilling to hand over his clan's secret techniques.
Boom—
The Battle Saint King spread his five fingers, transforming them into a heavenly stele that overflowed with dazzling golden runes. He directly slapped it down. With a thunderous crash, it smashed the Heavenly Roc King's entire body into a tattered, bloody mess, nearly shattering him to pieces—a truly miserable sight.
Crackle, pop—
A series of sounds of bones and sinews shifting suddenly rang out. The ancestral blood within the Heavenly Roc King's body was reviving, autonomously repairing his injured body, restoring his immortal form.
This was the Indestructible Heavenly Roc Body of the Golden-Winged Roc. The power of its bloodline was simply too strong to be easily destroyed.
But Ye Chen's eyes suddenly shot forth two dazzling beams of light that directly enveloped the Heavenly Roc King. They actually contained an eerie power that made it difficult for the Heavenly Roc King's bloodline power to repair his wounds.
This was the Reverse Divine King Rebirth Art. When performed by someone like Ye Chen, its terror was unimaginable. It could completely reverse the trajectory of the bloodline power's healing.
"Ah—"
The Heavenly Roc King roared in pain. The bloodline power within his body was clashing with the Battle Saint King's reverse divine technique, causing all the injuries on his body to feel like they were about to explode, making his state even more wretched.
"I said, hand over the Eighteen Roc Forms and the Roc Slays Dragon Technique, and I will spare you," the Battle Saint King said. With a whoosh, he appeared before the Heavenly Roc King, hands clasped behind his back, looking down from his commanding height.
Moreover, a brilliant light shone from between his brows. A translucent, rainbow-hued Dao sword appeared—a Primordial Spirit Dao Sword. It slashed out directly, nearly cleaving the Heavenly Roc King in two, blood spraying everywhere.
Boom—
The bloodline power within the Heavenly Roc King's body boiled over, actually surging forth with a vast expanse of intricate and profound Dao marks and rules, seeking to surpass the Reverse Divine King Rebirth Art and heal his injuries.
"Hmm?"
The Battle Saint King's gaze deepened, actually reflecting all of this, as if he intended to thoroughly penetrate and understand everything within the Heavenly Roc King's body.