Shaking the mortal world, the invincible Saint King had struck!
“Attack quickly! We must not allow him to break through no matter what!”
The leaders of the three great imperial dynasties were roaring. Not only the eight Saint Lords and the two ancient recluses, but even the other Saints joined forces, launching a combined assault.
Battle Saint King stood firm within the third Samsara-grade killing array, unshakable like a mountain. The Ten Heavens divine nature halo had long since manifested. The Four Extremities Connecting to Sage Style was also present, along with supreme divine abilities like the Five Elements Golden Realm, the Eighteen Roc Forms, and the Great Dao Treasure Vessel Seal being displayed one after another, reaching far and wide, neutralizing many of the Saints' attacks.
When even more attacks bombarded him, the Battle Sacred Body erupted with boundless golden light, unexpectedly giving rise to numerous pitch-black, profound black holes out of thin air, which swallowed and absorbed those attacks into his body.
This was essentially suicidal behavior. Unsurprisingly, even the mighty Battle Sacred Body nearly exploded. Many parts were torn open, flesh rent and bloodied, with glimpses of stark white bone visible in multiple places. His entire body was almost severed in two.
“Hmph, no matter how powerful a treasure body is, did he truly believe he could withstand the attacks of so many Saints? Not even a Heavenly King could.”
The powerhouses of the three great imperial dynasties were filled with cold indifference. However, the True Kings did not think the same way. Upon seeing the endless runic Dao marks flashing intensely within the exploded flesh and blood of Battle Saint King, radiating waves of golden light, they immediately understood, showing both shock and admiration.
“What a formidable Battle Saint King. To think he's still using the power of the three great imperial dynasties to temper his body even at this stage?” a True King murmured with a sigh.
Suicide? Ridiculous. At this point, Battle Saint King was clearly still using their power to temper his own body.
Indeed, this was Ye Chen's plan. Why would he seek death?
The strength of the Battle Sacred Body had reached a bottleneck. To become stronger, it required tempering through extremely powerful external forces.
Finding external forces for tempering was difficult; only power approaching the Heavenly King level could have a corresponding effect on him, and the combined power of the three great imperial dynasties was not far off.
Having used them to temper his Chaos Dao, the next step was to continue using them to temper his own body.
The Battle Saint Art was domineering. Such brutal tempering might not be suitable for others, but for him, it was the best method—a self-torturing form of tempering.
Breaking and then rebuilding, reorganizing amidst the shattering of flesh and blood, further tempering the body's strength. Moreover, he could use the external force to thoroughly integrate the myriad Dao marks within his body, transforming them into Chaos Blood.
The Saint Body Regeneration Art operated continuously. Whenever he was on the verge of being crushed to dust, he would swiftly repair all injuries, then endure, explode, and repair again, always maintaining a point of balance.
The powerhouses of the three great imperial dynasties attacked relentlessly, and he repaired relentlessly, repeating this cycle over and over. Every inch of his flesh and blood truly underwent terrifying fragmentation, revealing the fearsome effects of the Battle Saint Art.
Drop by drop, his blood became radiantly golden, undergoing endless tempering and continuous sublimation.
He even thoroughly fused the Dragon Origin, which had derived traces of dragon blood, completely integrating the properties of the Nine Tribulations Gold. The clump of Chaos Blood also required even more powerful external forces to fully coalesce, making the Battle Sacred Body even stronger.
Half a day later, seeing Battle Saint King repeatedly on the brink of death only to be reassembled, with his aura subtly growing stronger, even the dullest among the three great imperial dynasties' powerhouses finally realized the truth. Their faces turned as ugly as possible, nearly causing them to spit blood.
What kind of person was this, actually using their power to temper his body?
But what was utterly despairing was that they truly couldn't kill this Battle Saint King. All their attacks could bring him to the verge of being crushed to dust each time, but under the operation of the divine ability he possessed, he could completely recover in an instant, making it impossible to truly annihilate him.
The only method was to continuously attack, depleting his origin source. Once the origin source dried up, he would no longer be able to use the divine ability to recover.
At the same time, Ye Chen began swinging his sacred fist again, continuously striking the Samsara-grade killing array, preparing to break it.
His sacred fist was peerless. Each swing caused the heavens to shatter and the earth to quake, generating massive tremors.
Even the mighty Samsara-grade killing array trembled violently with each blow, shaking incessantly as if on the verge of collapse at any moment.
This was the absolute power of Battle Saint King, overwhelmingly strong. Given enough time, he would inevitably shatter the Samsara-grade killing array.
The Saints believed Battle Saint King had reached the point where his origin source was nearly depleted, hence he needed to break the array and leave; otherwise, he would surely perish here, body and Dao extinguished.
Thinking this, the Saints' attacks grew even more ferocious. Once, they truly blasted him apart completely. If not for that terrifying divine ability, the Saints would have been certain of his death. But now it was almost the same, as his aura had weakened significantly.
“Everyone, attack quickly! He truly can't hold on any longer. Kill him!”
Boom—
Thousands of attacks descended together, a full-scale bombardment that once again blasted Battle Saint King apart, scattering golden brilliance.
Rumble—
Endless golden light radiated forth. Battle Saint King reassembled his body once more, but this time, his aura not only didn't diminish but suddenly surged many times over, returning to peak condition. This shocked the powerhouses, his aura shaking the mortal world.
“Impossible!”
The Saints were astounded. Wasn't Battle Saint King on the brink of death? How did he seem to recover all at once?
Ye Chen suddenly flashed them a smile, his teeth brilliantly white. “Thank you. You helped me refine my Dao and temper my body. Now the tempering is finally complete. To repay you, I will display my most powerful strength to kill you.”
The next moment, the heavens shook and the earth trembled; the entire imperial capital quaked.
That was Battle Saint King breaking the array, his might suddenly intensifying many times over. The entire Samsara-grade killing array teetered on the brink, flickering with light, about to collapse.
What kind of power was this, to be terrifying to such an extent?
Ye Chen stood within the Samsara-grade killing array, his golden body indestructible, radiating the most dazzling golden light. The tempering was complete, having ascended to another level, becoming even more extraordinary and powerful. Infinite power capable of shattering heaven and earth surged forth, filling his entire being. With the slightest movement, he could tear apart the world, having reached the pinnacle of strength.
Using the power of the three great imperial dynasties to refine his Dao and temper his body, Ye Chen's strength had increased yet another notch. Even if he encountered those Young True Kings now, whereas before he could at most sweep through them, now he could likely suppress them with a mere raise of his hand.
Nothing else—he had now grown powerful to the extreme, truly invincible among his generation!