Vast swathes of primordial Chaos Qi poured into Ye Chen's body. Instantly, his aura surged, climbing level after level, surpassing his previous state. In one leap, he went from the peak of the fourth heaven to the fifth heaven of the Saint Treasury Realm. And it didn't stop there. It crossed the initial stage, the middle stage, the peak... finally climbing all the way to the initial stage of the sixth heaven.
Such a massive advancement even surprised Ye Chen. After all, the later one's cultivation, the harder it is to advance. His previous leaps across several heavens were entirely due to the accumulation from his semi-saint period. He never expected that after partially establishing his Chaos Dao, the benefits would be so immense. It seemed he would have to engage in this more often in the future.
However, the three great imperial dynasties were now practically useless, offering little in the way of tempering. He needed more powerful trials.
If the powerhouses of the three great imperial dynasties knew what Ye Chen was thinking, they would likely cough up blood and die. But they were almost at that point anyway, for upon seeing Ye Chen not only not weakened but actually breaking through his realm—leaping two heavens at once to stand within the sixth heaven of the Saint Treasury Realm—he was already stronger than a typical overlord. And that was without considering his hidden strength, which would only be greater.
"Well, the Dao refinement is complete. It's time to deal with you all," Ye Chen said, looking at the powerhouses of the three great imperial dynasties, a ruthless curve lifting the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph, arrogant! We've shattered you four times. The toll on you must be immense."
Although they were inwardly horrified to see Ye Chen not weakened but instead breaking through, the situation had long since reached a point of life and death. There was no talk of escape now. Moreover, this was the ancient Hua imperial capital. The full heritage of a millennia-old imperial dynasty had yet to be deployed. Why should they fear?
The Samsara-grade killing formation once again blazed with infinite light of slaughter. They refused to believe that Ye Chen, without his Chaos cauldron, could withstand it.
"Do you really think this mere killing formation can truly trap me?"
Ye Chen laughed, always maintaining that calm and composed smile, which greatly displeased the powerhouses of the three great imperial dynasties. What kind of expression was that? Clearly a prisoner, trapped, yet he appeared so calm and composed. Did he really think he was an invincible Heavenly King?
But in the next moment, they were all struck with shock and awe. From the crown of the Battle Saint King's head, a dazzling, heaven-piercing divine radiance shot straight up, crashing against the Samsara-grade killing formation. It actually withstood the formation head-on, preventing it from descending, holding it aloft in the sky.
That pillar of divine light radiated his supreme martial will throughout—the martial will of the Battle Saint lineage. It was like a supreme war god, treading above all heavens, with the myriad Daos bowing in submission.
How terrifyingly powerful was this martial will? It could actually withstand a Samsara-grade killing formation, a sight that struck fear into hearts. Even an ancient recluse at the absolute peak of the Saint Treasury Realm couldn't achieve this.
Of course, they had no way of knowing that the Ye Chen of this life was, in a sense, already a Samsara body, possessing a degree of mastery over Samsara. Moreover, the martial will of the Battle Saint lineage had always been invincible, always suppressing all heavens, naturally peerless in the world.
With even the most fearsome Samsara-grade killing formation held at bay, unable to descend, the other killing formations could do little harm to Ye Chen.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The attacks of the eight Saint Lords and the two ancient recluses came crashing over, shattering the sky, annihilating the void into nothingness, obliterating everything.
The ten supreme powerhouses were now fighting with desperate ferocity, attacking with everything they had, their assaults blotting out the sky.
Although the divine might only engulfed that patch of sky, the terrifying destructive force it carried could be felt by all. It was definitely not something a Saint Treasury Realm powerhouse could withstand; they would be utterly crushed to dust.
Yet when everything dissipated, the Battle Saint King's completely unharmed figure appeared before the eyes of the world, causing everyone to involuntarily suck in a cold breath.
Above the Battle Saint King's head, they saw a Dao Pagoda hovering. It was thirty-three stories high, as if bearing the thirty-three layers of heaven. From each layer, vast swathes of primordial Chaos Qi cascaded down. A single wisp, a single strand, was enough to crush mountains and rivers, let alone a veritable waterfall of it. It seemed capable of crushing all heavens.
It was precisely this waterfall of primordial Chaos Qi that shielded the Battle Saint King, protecting his indestructibility, withstanding all attacks, unable to be breached.
The powerhouses despaired. The Battle Saint King dared to come here, and indeed he had sufficient trump cards. Not to mention his Invincible Golden Body, just this Chaos ancient pagoda alone was enough to make him indestructible. Who could break through it?
Not even a Heavenly King would dare claim they could, for that was primordial Chaos Qi, the source energy of all things.
Ye Chen still wore that calm expression, smiling slightly. "Did you all enjoy your attacks? Now it should be my turn."
Boom!
Ye Chen finally began to break through. With the Human Sovereign Pagoda above his head, his martial will shattered the heavens, suppressing the Samsara-grade killing formation. He made his move. A single invincible sacred fist shot out, directly shattering formation after formation, crushing them like rotten wood, peerless in the world, as he launched his assault.
They saw swathes of Dao weapons and magical instruments shatter, exploding like fireworks, turning to ash.
These were no ordinary Dao weapons; at the very least, they were at the Demi-Saint level, not lacking in genuine Saint weapons, and even including overlord-grade Dao weapons. Yet under that golden, radiant sacred fist, everything seemed so utterly weak, not worth a single blow.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Another terrifying-grade killing formation descended, no weaker than the first Samsara-grade formation. It was a second Samsara-grade killing formation, part of the heritage brought by the Changhua Imperial Dynasty this time. With lightning speed, it enveloped the Battle Saint King, also unleashing endless slaughterous light that shattered the heavens.
Although each attack was blocked by the primordial Chaos Qi, it still trapped the Battle Saint King, making it difficult for him to break free.
But Ye Chen laughed heartily, riding the Human Sovereign Pagoda as it shot skyward, directly suppressing that Samsara-grade killing formation and restraining its divine might.
Boom!
A third Samsara-grade killing formation appeared. It was the Samsara-grade killing formation of the Liuxia Empire, also deployed as part of their heritage, similarly imposed upon Ye Chen.
However, compared to a killing formation, its greater role was as a trapping formation, meant to confine the Battle Saint King within. The slaughterous light became secondary.
The world marveled. With three Samsara-grade killing formations bearing down on him, even if the Battle Saint King was powerful, he could only withstand two at most. The third would be enough for him to bear. Moreover, without the protection of the Human Sovereign Pagoda, how could he possibly withstand the combined assault of the eight Saint Lords and the two ancient recluses? Wasn't this another certain-death situation?
Boom!
An aura of great terror that horrified the mortal world suddenly erupted. It was the Battle Saint King breaking through within the third Samsara-grade killing formation. That invincible sacred fist struck out, with wisps of primordial Chaos Qi flowing from it. A terrifying scene of world creation appeared, accompanying the sacred fist as it impacted the Samsara-grade killing formation.
With just one punch, the entire killing formation was shaken, trembling unsteadily, its light flickering as if about to explode.
That aura was too shocking, almost surpassing the Saint Treasury Realm.
All the Saints felt a terrifying sense of oppression.