A world-shaking battle erupted.
Battle Saint King stood alone against three ancient imperial dynasties. This battle, no matter what, was enough to astonish the ages, for throughout the ages, no one had ever dared to directly challenge three ancient imperial dynasties—such overlord-level forces—let alone a single member of the younger generation. No matter how powerful, it was impossible.
Ye Chen had long since charged into the fray, slaughtering in all directions. His Battle Sacred Blood was boiling, resonating through the heavens, shattering the Nine Heavens like thunderous roars, as if the very heavens were about to tremble.
The experts of the three imperial dynasties no longer held any regard. From within Guhua Empire's imperial capital, numerous powerful figures emerged. Killing arrays were about to fly out, and ancient recluses in seclusion prepared to emerge, surrounding the entire imperial capital.
Facing so many powerful figures and so many killing arrays, even if Ye Chen were more powerful, it would be useless; he would still be annihilated.
That Samsara-level killing array that had slain Ye Chen's Dao body flew out, directly descending from the sky to envelop him.
Endless rays of slaughtering light flashed, intertwining in a torrent, extinguishing all life force.
If truly enveloped, even Ye Chen would be stripped of a layer of skin if not killed outright.
"Kill him! Force him into the killing array and utterly extinguish all life force!"
Guhua's Imperial Sovereign roared, his eyes bloodshot. Together with the experts of the two other imperial dynasties, they pressed forward against Ye Chen, aiming to force him entirely into the killing array, cutting off all life force.
Countless divine abilities bombarded over, directly blasting apart heaven and earth.
If not for this being the imperial palace of Guhua Empire, which had countless arrays laid down over the millennia and continuously reinforced by powerful figures throughout the ages, it would have long since collapsed.
Throughout the imperial palace, light radiated from various places. The heritage of the ancient imperial dynasties was gradually revealing itself. Saint after Saint emerged, controlling various terrifying arrays, bombarding forward, trapping Battle Saint King within, like a caged beast unable to escape.
The Samsara-level killing array slowly descended. Ye Chen stood within it, surrounded on all sides by terrifying divine ability attacks. Even possessing the Realm-Treading Secret Technique was useless; the Heavenly Roc Movement Technique was also ineffective. Everything was enveloped. No matter which direction he moved, he would inevitably suffer severe attacks. This was unavoidable.
Even the invincible Battle Sacred Body could not withstand so many attacks. Golden saintly blood flowed brilliantly, and he coughed continuously, his body radiant.
He was almost blasted apart, finding it extremely difficult to simultaneously deal with so many powerful figures. There were Saints, Ancient Saints, overlords, Saint Lords, and even two ancient recluses at the peak of the Saint Vault realm appeared. Arrays rained down like a storm.
If not for the Saint Body Regeneration Art continuously operating, he would have long been blasted to pieces, truly a bird in a cage.
"Master."
In the distant sky, Cang Dragon watched from afar, for Ye Chen had not allowed Cang Dragon to enter, instead confining it in that void space, unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as Ye Chen fell into a certain death crisis.
The joint encirclement and killing of Battle Saint King by the three imperial dynasties had long since alarmed the central region of the Ancient Divine Continent for millions of miles around. Countless powerful figures came to watch.
Hadn't the Ancient Divine Palace said they would reconcile with these people? Why were the three imperial dynasties suddenly attacking them now, and targeting the most powerful Battle Saint King at that?
It was very puzzling, but it did not stop the world from watching the spectacle, observing the fall of Battle Saint King.
On the Ancient Divine Continent, no one believed Ye Chen could survive a great calamity. It was simply impossible unless he were a Heavenly King.
Figures of other True Kings appeared, watching from afar, remaining on the sidelines. They neither offered assistance nor added insult to injury.
"What is Battle Saint King trying to do? There's no reason for him to seek death."
Even the various True Kings were somewhat puzzled. They simply did not believe Battle Saint King was the type to seek death.
Such a suicidal move surely harbored ulterior motives.
"Battle Saint King, today you will undoubtedly die!"
Three Saint Lords arrived together, sealing off all directions, even entering the fray, wielding Dao weapons to attack.
In the past, even if the three of them attacked together, they would have had some reservations. But today was different. The various Saints were assisting, and countless arrays surged forth, layer upon layer, diverting Battle Saint King's attention. This was the best opportunity.
Especially that Samsara-level killing array pressing down from above. Even if Battle Saint King entered it, he would undoubtedly die.
"To kill me, you've paid quite a price."
Within the imperial palace, although Ye Chen was trapped, his expression remained consistently calm and natural, neither startled nor fearful, facing everything with equanimity. This made his enemies, while desperately wanting to kill him, also feel a sense of admiration.
After all, if they faced such a certain death situation, they could far from maintain such a calm and natural state of mind.
Being invincible among his generation was not without reason. This very mindset alone was enough to astonish people.
"Battle Saint King, you are very powerful. But precisely because of that, we cannot allow you to escape. Your potential for growth far exceeds our expectations. If possible, we would rather have everyone die to lock you here forever, never to leave for all eternity."
Experts from Changhua Empire and Liuxia Empire appeared, expressing such sentiments. This was because such a figure had cultivated for less than a hundred years yet had already reached the peak of the Ancient Saint realm. In terms of combat power alone, he was even stronger than a Saint Lord.
If such a monstrous genius was not an enemy, that was one thing. But if he became an enemy, anyone would fear him. Once he fully matured, he would absolutely be the most terrifying great enemy, without equal.
The best method was to nip him in the bud, strangle him in the cradle of his growth.
Unfortunately, the people of the three imperial dynasties did not realize that those holding such thoughts were not limited to them alone. There were others, but they had often failed, while Ye Chen continued to grow, constantly becoming stronger.
Finally, five more Saint Lord-level figures appeared. Combined with the previous three Saint Lords, that made a total of eight Saint Lords. Even the most powerful heritage of an ancient imperial dynasty was roughly this extent.
Two peak ancient recluses also appeared. Although their life force was depleted, their Dao and techniques were terrifyingly powerful. Joining forces to attack, along with the various Saints, they directly forced Battle Saint King into the Samsara-level killing array.
Boom—
Endless golden light radiated within the killing array. Battle Saint King was blasted to pieces, instantly turned to dust by the combined power of the various Saint Lords and the Samsara-level killing array.
"Is he dead?"
Everyone was stunned. The experts of the three imperial dynasties were overjoyed. Had they finally killed Battle Saint King?
"Saint Body Regeneration Art!"
A calm voice resounded.
Rumble—
Endless golden light radiated. The exploded flesh and saintly bones instantly reassembled. Battle Saint King reappeared, and on his body, myriad Dao marks manifested, colliding with each other, giving birth to chaos...