Boom—
Ye Chen actually took the initiative to attack the Crown Prince, causing everyone present to exclaim in shock. To dare actively attack even the Crown Prince—was this arrogance or confidence?
Crossing a distance of several zhang in a single step, Ye Chen arrived before the Crown Prince in the next instant, his speed unimaginably fast. His arms gripped the pale white spear, streams of Human Yuan Power erupting forth, coating the spear in a dazzling golden hue. He then simply, directly, and brutally swung it down, chopping fiercely.
Yes, it was a chop!
This spear chop was ferocious beyond compare, as if a primordial giant god were cleaving heaven and earth, splitting apart chaos, brimming with imposing might. The very air seemed to explode, a terrifying sight to behold.
The Crown Prince, being the first to bear the brunt, immediately changed expression, the disdain on his face vanishing. He raised the divine spear in his hand, divine light erupting forth to resist.
Boom—
As the two clashed, a deafening collision sound exploded, shaking the entire arena. A terrifying shockwave surged skyward, directly knocking down many of the surrounding students, even sending some flying through the air.
The massive bluestone floor of the training ground at the center of the exchange completely shattered and collapsed, covered in countless cracks like a spider's web, dust filling the air.
"Too terrifying! The force of that spear strike must be no less than seventy thousand jin!"
Everyone was shocked by Ye Chen's spear strike, far exceeding their imaginations. It was too powerful; the force of that single strike could likely even kill the elite disciples of the Heaven-tier Academy present.
Was this Ye Chen's true strength?
It seemed they had still somewhat underestimated the power of this peerless genius, Ye Chen.
Martial God Gu Yang and the two Martial God realm Elders had flickering lights rapidly flashing in their eyes, their thoughts unknown.
At this moment, a figure shot out from the cloud of dust. It was Ye Chen. Using the recoil force from the clash, he distanced himself from the collision center, landing safely at a sufficient distance. He stood gracefully, spear in hand, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the clash.
Not just him, everyone else was also closely watching, wanting to see the outcome of the exchange.
When the dust finally settled, only the figure of the Crown Prince could be seen, still standing proudly upright, his divine spear planted upside down in the ground.
Although the Crown Prince's robes were tattered and damaged, he still appeared heroic and majestic, his aura strong and undiminished. He had clearly not suffered any significant injuries.
Seeing this, even Ye Chen felt a sense of gravity for the first time, sensing that this Crown Prince was indeed formidable, worthy of being one of the few peerless geniuses in the history of the Xia Feng Kingdom, slightly stronger than he had anticipated.
The Crown Prince also gazed at Ye Chen, his expression slightly solemn, no longer holding the previous contempt. He took the initiative to speak, his voice indifferent, but his words were astonishing: "This Prince admits, you are strong!"
This could be considered an extremely high evaluation. Because the Crown Prince stood high above, he was the strongest among the younger generation in the Xia Feng Kingdom. Scanning the entire younger generation, there was probably truly no one who could earn his serious regard; they were all figures he could easily sweep aside.
To receive such praise from him was enough to prove one's own formidable strength.
"You are also quite good," Ye Chen nodded. This statement might sound somewhat arrogant, but for him, who had been a Supreme Being in his past life, those who received such praise from him were often individuals with transcendent talent, enough to be proud of.
In their first formal clash, both sides left such evaluations, each holding the other in considerable regard, without any underestimation or belittlement.
For all of this, the one most impacted was probably Yang Yi. She stared dumbfoundedly at Ye Chen, unable to imagine that the Ye Chen she had initially regarded as trash had, in just half a year, grown to a level where he could battle the Crown Prince.
What exactly had he experienced in these six months to grow to this point? It made one feel as if living in a dream, unable to believe it all.
The Crown Prince, holding his divine spear, turned to leave, though his expression was now cold and arrogant. "You are quite good, your potential is immense, enough for this Prince to take seriously. In a few more years, you will have the qualifications to be this Prince's opponent. However, you are still somewhat lacking now. You need time to strive."
The crowd was stunned. Previously, Ye Chen had clearly fought the Crown Prince to a slight upper hand; their strength should be equal. Why would the Crown Prince say such a thing?
The next moment, their expressions changed drastically as they finally understood. They looked at the Crown Prince in shock and awe. From beginning to end, he had never used his absolute full strength; he had only displayed a portion of his power. Although Ye Chen was strong, he was still not enough to force the Crown Prince to exert his full might.
Thinking carefully, it made sense. Two years ago, the Crown Prince had already reached the level where he could make the Power Monument erupt with violet radiance. Two years later, with his monstrous talent, how could he have merely remained stagnant? He must have grown to an even higher level.
Upon realizing this, everyone couldn't help but suck in a cold breath. Just how powerful was the Crown Prince now?
Just thinking about it was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Ye Chen sneered, "You speak as if you're already number one under heaven. Why not let me witness it?"
Faced with Ye Chen's lack of appreciation, the Crown Prince couldn't help but frown slightly, his voice cold. "You are still young after all. Reaching this step is quite good. Being able to make the Power Monument erupt with violet radiance reaching the heavens is enough to prove your potential. But you must also understand, this Prince achieved that step two years ago. The current this Prince is far stronger than back then."
"However, since you mentioned it, this Prince doesn't mind letting you know this Prince's true strength."
With that, the Crown Prince suddenly walked up to the Power Monument, stroking its pitch-black surface. This made everyone freeze. Was he going to test his strength again after two years?
Suddenly, everyone remembered a vague legend that had always circulated within the Xia Feng Academy. They couldn't help but grow excited, watching the Crown Prince nervously.
The Power Monument could display seven colors of radiance—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—representing the force struck. Violet radiance was the highest color.
But legend had it that above violet radiance, there was an eighth color, surpassing violet radiance. No one knew what it was, but once struck, it signified that person possessed the bearing of a deity.
However, a legend was just a legend. In the thousand-year history of the Xia Feng Academy, no one had ever reached that step.
Now, with the Crown Prince's appearance, they couldn't help but recall that legend, immediately growing excited. Could it truly appear?
"Now, this Prince will let you witness the eighth color possessed by the Power Monument—"
As his words fell, the Crown Prince's aura suddenly transformed, soaring to the heavens like a peerless king descending upon the mortal world. He abruptly threw a punch, smashing it onto the Power Monument.
Boom—
The Power Monument suddenly trembled. Then, dazzling radiance rapidly flashed across its surface. The six-colored glows of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, and blue flashed into existence one after another in quick succession. Then, the color violet appeared, once again erupting with violet radiance that reached the heavens, obscuring the vast sky. A giant pillar of violet light shot into the firmament, seemingly unstoppable.
But violet radiance was not the ultimate. At this very moment, a startling change slowly appeared within the violet radiance. A dazzling seven-colored light emerged, then occupied all the violet radiance, the seven-colored brilliance erupting forth.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked. The legend was indeed true. Above the dazzling violet radiance, there existed an eighth color, and this color was the seven-colored radiance.
Boom—
At this moment, the name "Xia Yang" on the Power Monument erupted with piercingly bright light, startling everyone in the royal capital.
There was a legend that once someone struck the Power Monument and produced seven-colored radiance, their future achievements would far surpass merely the Heavenly God realm. They would have the qualifications to step into the forbidden divine domain, to preside over the vast heavenly capital and the rise and fall of the boundless earth.
Martial God Gu Yang, the two Martial God realm Elders, the mysterious old man in the royal palace, and other powerful existences all looked at the sky full of seven-colored radiance, unable to help but show shocked expressions. So the legend was true.
Under the seven-colored radiance, compared to it, the violet radiance Ye Chen had previously struck now seemed dimmed many times over.
Because they were simply incomparable.
No wonder the Crown Prince possessed such confidence. So that was how it was.
Ye Chen also walked up to the Power Monument at this time, stroking it. "So there really is an eighth color."
Now, with the Crown Prince by her side, Yang Yi had regained her arrogance. She snorted coldly, "Ye Chen, what are you doing? Do you also think you can strike seven-colored radiance? Go back and look in the mirror. How is that possible?"
"Why wouldn't it be possible?"
Ye Chen smiled slightly, then abruptly threw a punch. The Power Monument trembled, and another pillar of seven-colored radiance shot into the sky...