The man was majestic and extraordinary, his body wreathed in divine radiance and enveloped by a hazy, sacred halo, appearing like an immortal Divine King descending upon the world.
Standing thus in the void, he possessed an invincible aura that looked down upon all under heaven, as if a Great Emperor had arrived, ruling over the world, causing all living beings across the myriad heavens to submit and kneel.
The Saint experts of the three clans, even powerful Saint Lord-level figures like the Azure Dragon Great Saint and the Xiang Kingdom's Imperial Sovereign, felt an impulse to submit after his appearance.
This impulse originated from the depths of their bloodlines, innate, as if commoners had encountered a lofty Emperor, submitting from the depths of their hearts.
This strange feeling caused many Saints to change color, filled with shock and awe.
Who was this sacred being?
"Di Wuming."
The youth, resembling a young Emperor, voluntarily spoke his own name.
His tone was calm, yet the utterance of this name stirred up huge waves, immediately causing a great commotion.
Perhaps a considerable portion of the Saints were still puzzled by this name, but figures like the Xiang Kingdom's Imperial Sovereign, the Lan Kingdom's Imperial Sovereign, the Azure Dragon Great Saint, and the Heaven-Supporting Azure Ox were high-ranking members of their respective races, privy to many ancient, unknown secrets.
Among them were secrets concerning the Primordial era.
There were records stating that the great existence who opened up the Ancient Emperor Realm left behind a son after his passing, existing in the world, sealed for countless ages, somewhere within the Ancient Emperor Realm.
Although over countless years, the location of this Imperial Son's seal had never been discovered, always leaving the various races puzzled.
But some information about that Imperial Son was known to all races.
And wasn't the son of the ancient Great Emperor who created Heaven and Earth in the Primordial era precisely named Di Wuming?
Imperial Son Wuming!
The Saints of the three clans completely understood that he was the son of that ancient Great Emperor. No confirmation was needed; the impulsive feeling of submission within their bodies was the best proof.
The ancient Great Emperor was the supreme ruler of the Ancient Emperor Realm, dominating everything in the world. Including the ancestors of the various races, they were all subjects of the Great Emperor, having sworn that their races would forever submit beneath him.
This oath had been passed down to this very life, long imprinted in the deepest part of their bloodlines, irreversible.
Imperial Son Wuming, precisely because he was the son of the ancient Great Emperor, possessed his supreme bloodline and inherited that bloodline which dominated all living beings in the Ancient Emperor Realm.
Therefore, any living being within the Ancient Emperor Realm felt a sense of submission towards Imperial Son Wuming.
"Lord Imperial Son!"
Regardless, the ancient Great Emperor was ultimately the great existence who opened up the Ancient Emperor Realm, allowing their various races to survive and continue to this day. His son also deserved a slight bow from them.
However, the four ancient recluses coldly shouted: "Upon seeing Lord Imperial Son, you should kneel. What is the meaning of this?"
Immediately, the Saints of the three clans angrily looked at these four ancient recluses, the feeling of submission within them quickly suppressed.
The Saints present were all top-tier experts standing at the pinnacle of the continent's pyramid, possessing their own pride. How could they be willing to lower their proud heads in submission to another?
Even the son of the ancient Great Emperor was not an exception.
The bow was out of respect for the ancient Great Emperor, not for Imperial Son Wuming.
Di Wuming slightly shook his head: "Four elders, do not force them."
Then he looked at Ye Chen. Compared to the so-called submission of the Saints, he cared more about Ye Chen.
Ye Chen also looked at him, not particularly surprised, having already guessed that the other party was a supremely powerful Imperial Son, flowing with the strongest bloodline of Emperors and Sovereigns. Only the offspring of such existences could possess such powerful physiques, not much weaker than the Battle Sacred Body.
"Qian!"
Ye Chen gave a light smile, his eyes also flashing with blazing radiance, battle intent boiling.
It was rare to encounter an Imperial Son; he truly wanted to fight.
"Di Wuming, you are the first true Offspring of a Supreme I have met." Ye Chen's gaze was brilliant, carrying surging battle intent as he slowly spoke.
Although there was no fluctuation of laws on his body, strands of astonishing aura were released, causing heaven and earth to sink, as if a War God was reviving, directly facing Di Wuming.
Such an Imperial Son-level figure, if not fought, would be a pity. Therefore, he felt a special anticipation, something even True King Heaven's Pride could not give him.
Because he truly wanted to see how strong a real Imperial Son could be. To a certain extent, it could even be said he was facing the Emperors and Sovereigns in their youth.
Di Wuming stood with graceful independence, his spirit soaring, his entire body surging with divine radiance. Within his body, a terrifying roar like a tsunami resounded through the heavens, shaking heaven and earth.
This was the true terrifying aspect of an Imperial Son, causing the Saints present to feel deafened, as if a mythical Supreme Emperor lay dormant and slumbering within him, possessing unparalleled, world-shaking potential.
Before him, the so-called Crown Prince successors from the thirty-six empires and seventy-two ancient kingdoms were all not worth looking at.
It wasn't that they weren't strong enough, excellent enough, or talented enough. It was just that before a true Imperial Son, no one among the younger generation was worth looking at. Not even True King Heaven's Pride; they fell far short.
Di Wuming's gaze fell upon Ye Chen, equally astonishing, saying: "You are also very strong. Not an Imperial Son, but you give me the feeling of not being weaker than a true Imperial Son."
This caused many present to suck in a cold breath. Who exactly was this mysterious young man, to receive such praise from the esteemed Imperial Son Wuming? Could he really be that powerful?
"Dare you fight?"
Ye Chen went straight to the point, his gaze extremely aggressive, to the point where even Saint Lords dared not meet it.
This caused many people's blood to boil, because no matter how one looked at it, this was a peak showdown of the younger generation, far stronger than prodigy figures like empire Crown Princes, and even more intense than Saint Lord-level battles.
Moreover, one side was the son of the great ancient Emperor who created Heaven and Earth, Imperial Son Wuming, incomparably powerful.
The other side was a figure whose blood energy incarnation could blast apart overlord-level existences.
The clash of these two peerless figures would inevitably be extremely spectacular.
Di Wuming said: "You are very strong. Your physique can indeed be called peerless in the world. But you must understand that we Imperial Sons inherit the strongest bloodline power of our fathers. Our physiques are strong, not weaker than the Battle Sacred Body, and the laws and divine abilities we master are even stronger than you Battle Saints. Do you still wish to continue fighting?"
This was not false. Although the Battle Saint King was a forbidden-level battle physique throughout the ages, the Offspring of Supremes inherited the strongest bloodline of the mythical Emperors and Sovereigns. The strength of their physiques was unimaginable, not weaker than the Battle Sacred Body.
But Ye Chen smiled. The Battle Sacred Body and the Battle Saint Art created by the Battle Saint Ancestor could be called peerless throughout ancient and modern times, capable of slaying immortals against the natural order.
The Battle Saint Art could even be ranked among the number one offensive saint arts in time, not weaker than other Emperors and Sovereigns. Its combat power could even rank at the forefront among Emperors and Sovereigns. How could it be weaker than Emperor and Sovereign divine abilities?
Moreover, his Battle Sacred Body had already surpassed that of previous generations of Battle Saints. The strength of his Saint Body shook the ancient and illuminated the present.
What he was most wary of was the other party possibly mastering the forbidden divine abilities of the ancient Great Emperor. That was the most terrifying.
"Why wouldn't I dare!" Ye Chen responded, towering and fearless.