"But he lost!"
A single sentence sent shockwaves through everyone in the observation space, disbelief filling every corner.
Gu Changsheng had lost. How could he have lost? He was the Ancient Divine Palace's number one genius throughout the ages, whose talent even surpassed that of the ancient palace masters. He should have been invincible. Even when facing a super genius like the Sun God, whose origins were mysterious and who could defeat Saint Lords, he shouldn't have lost; at most, they would have been evenly matched, ending in a draw.
All the powerful experts within the Ancient Divine Palace knew of Gu Changsheng's strength. The highest hopes were placed upon him, which was precisely why he was given a name with such special meaning as 'Changsheng' (Longevity), hoping he could achieve immortality and lead the Ancient Divine Palace to even greater heights.
"You are all mistaken," Yuan Yao Divine King spoke up at this moment. He stood out like an immortal king, radiant and imposing, not inferior to the Sun God. His words were shocking. "Gu Changsheng is indeed powerful, his talent can be considered the greatest throughout the ages on the Ancient Divine Continent. But what you don't know is that during the two-year-long strongest competition among the younger generation of the Ancient Divine Continent, he lost. He lost to the one you regard as a madman—the Battle Saint King."
This was shocking because the Ancient Divine Palace had always maintained an aloof stance towards outside affairs, focusing on secluded cultivation, and rarely paid attention to such matters. Although they had been puzzled by Gu Changsheng's absence for a full two years, they had never once considered the possibility that he might have been defeated. It was simply too astonishing to even contemplate.
Now that Yuan Yao Divine King mentioned it, they found it hard to believe. But considering that this Battle Saint King before them possessed Samsara-level combat power, it seemed to make sense. Otherwise, how could he confront the Blood-Robed Heavenly King?
"Here is a recording crystal of his battle with the Battle Saint King. You can take a look," Yuan Yao Divine King said, flipping his hand to produce a recording crystal and handing it to them.
The many powerful experts of the Ancient Divine Palace eagerly took it and began watching. The more they watched, the more shocked they became.
Meanwhile, within the starry battlefield, the battle had resumed.
Ye Chen had temporarily seized control of the Blood Realm. Using the power of the Blood Realm, he launched continuous attacks. Countless bolts of crimson lightning, each as thick as a mountain range, crisscrossed and surged. These alone could severely injure or even kill a Saint. Now, they were tinged with a hint of gold, making them even more terrifying.
The mountain ranges were also stained with wisps of gold, as was the endless sea of blood.
Ye Chen had completely merged himself with this Blood Realm, replacing its original master to launch his assault. Moreover, he was even stronger than before because he had integrated the blood energy of his Battle Sacred Body, which could even manifest within the Martial Arts Divine Stone space.
A crimson halo appeared before the Blood-Robed Heavenly King, woven with Heavenly King-level Dao talismans, blocking all attacks. Simultaneously, he sought to reclaim control of this Blood Realm, to wrest back its mastery.
"Hmm?"
He let out a sound of surprise. He discovered his attempt to regain control was met with fierce resistance; he couldn't immediately reclaim mastery over this Blood Realm.
It was Ye Chen who was acting. His flesh and blood had merged with this Blood Realm. Furthermore, as the Lord of the Ancient Lan World, he possessed considerable understanding and ability to control a world, let alone a temporarily manifested small realm like this. He could master it even more thoroughly.
Moreover, within his body resided a precious World Seed, capable of transforming into a true great world. Using this as a medium, he communicated with and mastered the Blood Realm more perfectly, severing the Blood-Robed Heavenly King's connection to it.
In the distant ancient past, the Blood Realm had nearly allowed the Blood-Robed Heavenly King to refine a Heavenly King, so its power was boundless. Now, Ye Chen wanted to turn the tables and refine the Blood-Robed Heavenly King himself, creating a myth: standing in the Saint Treasury Realm, he would cross the great realm barrier in reverse and slay a Heavenly King!
He would achieve this not by relying on external forces, but through his own absolute combat power.
Who throughout the ages could accomplish such a feat?
Even tracing back to the most remote Mythical Epoch, one only heard of some heaven-defying freaks who could, while in the Saint Treasury Realm, challenge and fight against ancient Heavenly Kings. But to actually slay an ancient Heavenly King? That seemed to be only rumor, something only Emperors and Sovereigns might have done in their youth. And even those rumors remained unverified, because the gap was too vast, too heaven-defying.
But today, he, the Battle Saint King, would create this myth for the ages.
The Blood Realm enveloped everything. Infinite attacks drowned the Blood-Robed Heavenly King, incredibly violent, capable of tearing apart everything and shattering the void.
Ye Chen even searched within the Blood Realm and found some fearsome forbidden living beings dwelling within—twelve at the Saint Lord level and three ancient recluses, all blood souls.
He knew these were powerful experts the Blood-Robed Heavenly King had slain in his lifetime, refined into his Blood Realm divine ability, becoming a means of attack.
Roar—
The fifteen powerful blood soul beings charged out, autonomously flying towards the Blood-Robed Heavenly King to attack.
"Look! They're Saint Lord-level beings, and even super beings at the peak of the Saint Treasury Realm! They were actually contained within the Blood Realm divine ability!"
In the observation space, those Ancient Divine Palace experts who had watched the recording crystal of the battle for supremacy finally understood the peerless might of Ye Chen. Even a figure like Gu Changsheng had proven utterly weak, sent flying by a mere flick of the Battle Saint King's sleeve. What an overwhelmingly powerful, top-tier character this was, beyond imagination.
It left them awestruck, yet they could not refute it.
Gu Changsheng had lost. And now, this Battle Saint King was still confronting an ancient Heavenly King, fighting so fiercely it had reached a white-hot intensity, displaying a godly bearing that inspired both awe and reverence.
"What an impressive young junior," the Blood-Robed Heavenly King said, not angry but laughing, genuinely pleased. To encounter such an exceptionally brilliant young junior, undoubtedly the number one throughout the ages among his generation on the Ancient Divine Continent, filled him with anticipation. Just how much power could such a junior unleash?
"However, this alone is still not enough."
Boom—
A majestic blood light suddenly erupted from the crown of the Blood-Robed Heavenly King's head, shooting into the heavens, incredibly vivid and dazzling.
It was not blood energy, but his Dao light, staining the heavens and earth, dyeing the Blood Realm even more vividly and eye-catchingly red.
Ye Chen's expression changed. He felt that Dao light pierce directly into the very origin of this Blood Realm, seeking to push aside his control and allow the Blood-Robed Heavenly King to reclaim mastery.
He hurriedly used his World Seed to bolster his resistance, to contend against it.
But it was no use. He felt his control being rapidly stripped away. The Blood-Robed Heavenly King was about to reclaim the realm.
"This is bad!" Boom—
In the end, the Blood-Robed Heavenly King regained control of the realm, once again becoming the master of the Blood Realm. He also let out a light sigh. This youngster was truly extraordinary, to have forced him to this step. Though not a Heavenly King, he was already worthy of a Heavenly King's attention.
But it was all over now.
The Blood-Robed Heavenly King, having reclaimed the realm, prepared to utterly annihilate Ye Chen.
Yet, at this very moment, the Blood-Robed Heavenly King suddenly trembled slightly. An inexplicable sense of foreboding arose in his heart—a manifestation of crisis.
He could sense it; this came from a Heavenly King's six senses, which were incredibly sharp.
Swoosh—
A point of golden light suddenly appeared, shooting towards the space between his eyebrows, filled with boundless, chilling killing intent!