Many were astonished to find that behind the Heavenly Roc King stood so many supreme powerhouses ready to step forward for his protection.
Not only from the demon race, but even the Dragon Phoenix Academy, the world's number one cultivation institution, had come forward to shield the Heavenly Roc King.
Facing all this, the Battle Saint King looked down at the mangled, bloody form of the Heavenly Roc King below and smiled, "Heavenly Roc King, I never expected you to have so many supporters. Your guardians have appeared, and even the higher-ups of the Dragon Phoenix Academy have come to protect you. This is truly a bit of a dilemma."
The Battle Saint King smiled faintly, showing no fear even in the face of two Saint Lords. At the same time, another figure identical to him split from his body—a Supreme Dao Body—both radiating an immortal aura.
While his true self smiled, he continued to relentlessly crush the Heavenly Roc King's divine body, causing it to fracture repeatedly, all the while studying the secrets of his origin. Every second of scrutiny brought him immense benefits.
Yet the Heavenly Roc King was in excruciating pain, his injuries deepening again and again with no chance to recover.
The agony of constant repair and repeated shattering was unimaginable to ordinary people—it was sheer torture.
Alas, the Heavenly Roc King, an invincible contender on the path of the Human Sovereign, once peerless and unrivaled across a generation, fearless even when encountering a peerless True King, now faced such a miserable fate against an overwhelmingly forceful Battle Saint King. It was truly lamentable.
"Young friend, enough! Do you truly not hold this old man in any regard?"
The demon race's Great Power could no longer bear to see the True King who inherited the Golden-Winged Roc bloodline of their race treated this way—it was practically torture. He stepped forward, his demonic might vast and world-destroying, with nothing able to block it.
On another front, the higher-ups of the Dragon Phoenix Academy also pressed forward.
At this moment, the Battle Saint King's gaze turned piercingly sharp and cold. "I said, if you want him back, hand over the Eighteen Roc Forms and the Dragon-Slaying Technique."
Forceful! Domineering!
Even facing two Saint Lords and the numerous powerhouses of two great forces, the Battle Saint King remained as forceful and domineering as ever, undiminished from his past glory.
This made the young geniuses watching from afar feel their blood boil. Such forceful bearing, such peerless courage—fearing no Saint Lord, daring to challenge them—captivated the attention of the entire world.
Every prodigy present was in the prime of their youth, full of vigor. Who among them didn't wish they could be as peerlessly forceful as the Battle Saint King, walking with pride and facing Saint Lords without fear?
The True Kings present clearly had trembling gazes, visibly shaken.
The two Saint Lords were visibly taken aback, clearly not expecting the Battle Saint King to remain so forceful even at this point, leaving no room for negotiation.
Boom—
The demon race's Great Power directly made his move. His demonic might shook the world, shattering the sky in all directions. A terrifying phantom as tall as the heavens appeared, charging to kill the Battle Saint King.
"Fellow Daoist, you must not kill the Battle Saint King!"
The Dragon Phoenix Academy's Saint Lord hurriedly spoke out.
But that expanse of sky directly shattered. The demon race's Saint Lord charged forth, tearing through everything. Dao marks cascaded, completely blasting that stretch of sky apart. Over a dozen desolate mountains were pulverized into dust, displaying the Saint Lord's invincible divine might.
Yet amidst the surging, world-destroying power, endless golden light shone. The Battle Saint King stood within it, shoulder to shoulder with his Supreme Dao Body, their golden radiance intertwining, shielding even the Heavenly Roc King within. A trickle of golden saintly blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But the Battle Saint King's gaze was blazing as he stared at it all. "Saint Lord..."
The demon race's Saint Lord pounced again, his ferocious might shaking heaven and earth. He personally attacked, vowing to rescue the Heavenly Roc King.
Whoosh—
A streak of golden light flashed across the world. It was the Battle Saint King executing the Reverse Void Eight Steps. This technique, clearly only suitable for those below the Saint Treasury Realm, could now be wielded by him to achieve the ultimate speed.
Golden Dao mark runes erupted under his feet, enveloping an area three zhang around him. With a whoosh, he directly shifted sideways, reaching the absolute limit of speed in the mortal world.
That patch of void completely exploded, but even with the demon race's Saint Lord personally attacking, he couldn't even touch a corner of the Battle Saint King's robe.
Too fast! The world's ultimate speed!
Everyone was astounded. The Battle Saint King was already invincible. Paired with such world-defying speed that even Saint Lords couldn't hope to match, who could contend with him?
Boom— "Ah!"
Two sounds rang out simultaneously. The Heavenly Roc King's entire body exploded, directly shattered by the Battle Saint King's sacred fist into a pulpy mess of flesh and blood. Countless saintly bones fractured into pieces. Yet the Battle Saint King was still studying the secrets of his origin.
The demon race's Great Power roared, "Battle Saint King, you are seeking death!"
Boom—
He attacked again, tearing through heaven and earth. But the Battle Saint King's speed was simply too fast, transcending all norms and reason. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, his trail impossible to capture, completely disappearing from the world's sight.
The next moment, his figure was already dozens of miles away, standing motionless as he manifested there. Supreme, potent golden blood energy surged around him, capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.
Pitiful Heavenly Roc King, about to be completely disassembled by the Battle Saint King, no longer resembling a human form.
After successive attacks proved fruitless, the demon race's Great Power's expression turned extremely gloomy, yet he seemed utterly helpless. Because the Battle Saint King possessed the world's ultimate speed, he was fundamentally untraceable.
At this moment, Ye Chen continuously performed techniques, constantly peering into the origin secrets within the Heavenly Roc King's body, even intercepting a portion of his origin power. But he didn't dare go too far, for this was a Golden-Winged Roc after all. If he completely drained it, the demon race might truly go mad, possibly even bringing forth a peerless Great Power.
This was something Ye Chen wished to avoid for now.
Finally, the demon race's Great Power could no longer bear to see their True King interrogated like this by the Battle Saint King. He transmitted a message privately, asking him to spare the Heavenly Roc King. The demon race could offer parts of the Eighteen Roc Forms and the key points of the Dragon-Slaying Technique, but not the complete versions.
This was the demon race's way—not wanting to truly bring it onto the open stage, wishing to save face by conducting the transaction privately.
Ye Chen pondered for a moment and agreed. Because even parts were very good. The complete Eighteen Roc Forms and Heavenly Roc Dragon-Slaying Technique were secret arts not to be passed on; likely even the current Heavenly Roc King didn't possess the complete key points.
Moreover, he didn't want to overly offend the demon race. Moderation was best.
When the demon race's Saint Lord openly attacked Ye Chen, the two collided in a single blow. Ye Chen's body shook violently, but he sustained no damage. In that instant, the transaction was completed—he obtained parts of the Eighteen Roc Forms and the essence of the Dragon-Slaying Technique.
He then released the Heavenly Roc King, letting him recover from his injuries on his own, and vanished in an instant.
Thus, a peak battle of the younger generation came to a complete conclusion.
But Ye Chen did not leave. Instead, he looked toward the Dragon Phoenix Academy's Saint Lord and spoke directly, "Where are my sisters Ruoxi and Yaya now?"