Whoosh—
At that very moment, the vast, submerging sea of blood before him silently parted, and a slender figure appeared.
It was Ye Chen. He had somehow reconstituted his body and now stood holding a Bronze Great Halberd. In a flash, he charged forward, thrusting the tip of the halberd toward the Blood-Robed Heavenly King. A speck of gold flickered at the halberd's point.
At first, it was just a dim speck, but it instantly bloomed into the most brilliant golden radiance, many times brighter than the sun. It streaked across heaven and earth like lightning, aimed directly at the center of the Blood-Robed Heavenly King's brow.
A sure-kill strike!
This was Ye Chen's meticulously planned sure-kill strike. He had relinquished control over the Blood Realm, hidden within the sea of blood, used the Saint Body Regeneration Art to instantly reconstitute his body, and struck at the precise moment when the Blood-Robed Heavenly King was reclaiming control over the Blood Realm—the moment of greatest relaxation.
The Primordial Battle Body struck!
Its imposing might wasn't terrifying, but its penetrative power was unmatched, embodying the three elements: fast, accurate, and ruthless!
The blood-light barrier before him was pierced almost simultaneously, the attack aimed straight at the vital Primordial Spirit within his brow.
The Blood-Robed Heavenly King's expression shifted slightly. He hadn't expected Ye Chen to be so decisive, nor that he could reconstitute his body in an instant.
Everything happened too quickly. Even someone as powerful as him was somewhat caught off guard.
But a Heavenly King was, after all, a Heavenly King.
With a boom, the Blood-Robed Heavenly King actually moved. Boundless blood-light erupted from his body, shattering all the crimson lightning, bloody mountain peaks, and the sea of blood. Within a thousand-zhang radius centered on him, everything except Ye Chen became a vacuum, impenetrable.
Layer upon layer of blood-light, like raging tidal waves, crashed against Ye Chen, capable of instantly blasting apart the body of a Saint Lord, continuously countering his charging force.
Unfortunately, the Blood-Robed Heavenly King underestimated Ye Chen and underestimated the Primordial Battle Body. The penetrative force unleashed in that instant was too astonishing, too fast, nearly impossible to block. Ye Chen flashed before the Blood-Robed Heavenly King like lightning. The Primordial Battle Body traced the most brilliant golden light as it thrust, even faintly accompanied by the resounding roar of a dragon, piercing through everything.
The Blood-Robed Heavenly King already felt a trace of blood appearing at the center of his brow. For how many years, even in life, he had never felt such a threat. He never imagined he would feel such a crisis after death.
And it came from a young junior.
Swish—
The Blood-Robed Heavenly King retreated immediately, swift as a streak of crimson light. His figure rapidly fell back, and the Blood Realm was reclaimed. Ten thousand crimson lightning bolts, a thousand bloody peaks, the endless sea of blood, and fifteen powerful living beings all manifested, blocking Ye Chen.
But Ye Chen closed in, pursuing closely. The Primordial Battle Body thrust out furiously, constantly staying close to the Blood-Robed Heavenly King, repeatedly aiming for that spot on his brow, determined to slay him.
This was the best method—a single, sure-kill strike, giving the Blood-Robed Heavenly King no time to employ other divine abilities for defense.
Moreover, his speed instantly reached its peak, surpassing even flowing light, leaving even a Heavenly King in the dust—the world's ultimate speed. The fifteen powerful forbidden living beings couldn't catch up.
Pfft—
A spray of blood blossomed within the Blood Realm, so strikingly conspicuous, blooming from the tip of the Primordial Battle Body halberd.
Everyone widened their eyes, staring unblinkingly at the scene before them, intently watching everything in the starry battlefield.
Under the gaze of all, was the Blood-Robed Heavenly King about to be defeated?
Was Ye Chen truly about to create a myth unprecedented throughout the ages?
The next moment, the result was revealed. The Blood-Robed Heavenly King moved; he was not slain. Only a deep, bone-visible wound appeared at the center of his brow, nearly reaching the Primordial Spirit within his Mud Pill Palace, which would have meant death.
But he ultimately avoided the tip of the Primordial Battle Body halberd. A hand, fair and jade-like as a maiden's, lifted and deflected the Primordial Battle Body.
The Blood-Robed Heavenly King's expression was calm. His eerie crimson hair fluttered in the wind, transforming into numerous terrifying crimson dragons that soared and roared, charging toward Ye Chen.
In the end, he did not defy the heavens!
The Battle Saint King ultimately failed to kill the Blood-Robed Heavenly King and create a myth of defying the heavens.
This made many sigh in relief, yet also filled them with no small amount of astonishment. Although he didn't create a myth, being able to injure the Blood-Robed Heavenly King was already considered defying the heavens.
At the very least, no one present could achieve this, not even an ancient recluse at the peak of the Saint Vault realm.
Ye Chen sighed softly. Such a great opportunity had been missed, leaving him somewhat regretful. After all, it was the best chance. Once missed, such a good opportunity would be hard to come by again.
He raised his fist and shook it, releasing a full one hundred and eight divine light Heavenly Dragons to collide with the attack. But his entire body shuddered and was sent flying back.
In the confrontation with a Heavenly King, he was ultimately no match and fell to a disadvantage.
The Blood-Robed Heavenly King advanced upon him. Within this Blood Realm, he was the true master. Now, he fully displayed the true might of the Blood Realm.
Visible to the naked eye, crimson Order Divine Chains flew out, all purely woven from Great Dao talismans and Dao marks—Heavenly King-level talismans and marks, radiating brilliant blood-light, condensing into Order Divine Chains that sealed the heavens and earth, interweaving the eight directions, charging toward Ye Chen.
Boom—
Ye Chen dared not be careless. He continuously swung his fists, his knuckles radiating brilliant golden saintly flames capable of incinerating all in the world, clashing head-on with the Order Divine Chains. Explosions of dazzling golden light and blood-light erupted, shining with shocking intensity.
He pushed his Great Power-level Battle Sacred Body to the limit. Boundless golden radiance shattered the heavens, infused with supreme Great Dao laws. He charged out, his entire body radiating vast golden light, actively rushing toward the Blood-Robed Heavenly King.
The battle was fierce but ended quickly. Ye Chen was sent flying back, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. He ultimately could not break through the Heavenly King barrier, defy the heavens, and confront an ancient Heavenly King.
Moreover, the Blood-Robed Heavenly King was among the best even among Heavenly Kings.
Dozens, even hundreds, of Order Divine Chains shot out like lightning, instantly piercing through Ye Chen's fleshly body, nailing him in the void.
Boom—
Ye Chen exploded once more, his body shattered to pieces, flesh and blood scattering.
This time, the Blood-Robed Heavenly King did not allow Ye Chen to merge with the Blood Realm. Instead, he manifested a massive cauldron, collecting Ye Chen's shattered flesh and blood upon the crimson cauldron. Heavenly King-level Dao Fire blazed, intent on utterly annihilating Ye Chen.
Pfft—
Upon the crimson-gold cauldron, raging flames soared. Half an hour later, the cauldron lid was lifted. There was nothing left, only a few wisps of ash.
The Battle Saint King, hailed as possessing the greatest talent throughout the ages, was ultimately slain.
Everyone sighed softly. Although Ye Chen was killed, reaching this step was already considered defying the heavens. After all, not everyone could hold out under the Blood-Robed Heavenly King's hand for so long.
At the very least, no one present could do it. Looking across the Ancient Divine Continent throughout the ages, perhaps only Samsara-level powerhouses could achieve it, but among the younger generation, none had ever done so.
Everyone withdrew from the observation space of the starry battlefield, but suddenly realized Ye Chen's figure did not reappear either.
At that moment, deep within the starry battlefield, a hazy figure once again emerged, its form shrouded in primordial Chaos Qi.