"Very well, in that case, I accept your challenge!"
Di Wuming agreed, and at the same time, he unleashed his most terrifying aura.
Blood energy rumbled, deafening to the ears. Countless great peaks and desolate mountains of the Hundred Battles Mountain Range trembled. The fearsome momentum even caused the Peak of Fallen Gods to shake, unable to be completely protected by the pressure of Divine Spirit blood.
In a daze, it was as if a Great Emperor had descended upon the world. Under such divine might, the saints of the three clans were almost forced to kneel and submit completely.
"The supreme Emperor's bloodline!"
A gleam of sharp light shot from Ye Chen's eyes. He could see how incredibly powerful the Emperor's bloodline within Di Wuming's body was—beyond imagination, unprecedented.
Take Ye Gucheng, for example. He was also of Emperor and Sovereign lineage, a descendant of Emperors and Sovereigns. But in terms of bloodline power, he was far inferior to Di Wuming.
Because Ye Gucheng was a descendant separated by who knows how many generations, while Di Wuming was a true Imperial Son, directly inheriting the most powerful and astonishing bloodline power of his father's generation, truly peerless in the world.
The strength of this bloodline power was such that, according to legend, an Imperial Son was born at the Saint Treasury Realm—powerful beyond description, also containing the mighty power of the Mythical Emperors and Sovereigns, possessing the greatest potential, naturally astonishing the world.
Ye Chen was unafraid. Among his generation, when had he ever feared anyone?
An Imperial Son? He was the first young generation's supreme of the Tenth Heaven since the Mythical Era. At this level, he was not inferior to an Imperial Son. Even with his laws currently not manifest, he was completely unafraid.
At this very moment, he moved!
Ye Chen's true body stood aloft in the void. Having lost his Great Dao laws, he could not fly through the air, but his Battle Sacred Body was too powerful. He directly stepped upon the void, and with one stomp, the ten directions of the void all shattered.
Boom—
His instantaneous movement was like a human-shaped True Dragon King on the move. The entire world shook violently along with it, and the Peak of Fallen Gods was no exception, almost completely exploding.
Swish—
The next moment, Ye Chen had already descended before Di Wuming. No need for any dazzling, flashy divine abilities or dao techniques—the Battle Saint's Saint Body was the strongest weapon.
His right hand transformed into crystalline jade, the Heaven-Shaking Palm swung out, striking forth.
The Battle Saint Art had always been centered on the Battle Sacred Body. It did not necessarily require the use of divine power to be executed; as long as the physical battle body was strong enough, it could be unleashed.
From the very first move, it was the peerless Battle Saint Art. Against an invincible Supreme One's descendant, Ye Chen had never been careless.
That patch of heaven and earth was directly shattered. Even the heaven and earth within the Hundred Battles Mountain Range could hardly withstand Ye Chen's supreme strike.
"Good!"
Imperial Son Wuming's eyes shone brightly, yet he showed no fear. Facing the peerless Battle Saint Art, even as the four ancient recluses exclaimed for the Young Ancestor to be careful, he forcefully made his move.
It was seen that as he raised his hand, radiance shone for ten thousand zhang. From between his palm and fingers, one glowing orb after another flew out, then rapidly expanded, rising and even giving birth to layer upon layer of magnificent worlds—a full nine great worlds.
Each world contained myriad living beings, manifesting and rotating, flowing with powerful world force. It was a world-shaking level of Myriad Heavens World Saint Art, capable of both offense and defense.
Imperial Son Wuming was too powerful. With his very first move, he used such a peerless saint art. Not to mention the younger generation, even the Saint Lords of the three clans present would be shocked. Moreover, not a single one of them could withstand it; they would absolutely be crushed and pulverized by these layers of great worlds, annihilating all obstacles.
Such combat power had already surpassed the Saint Treasury Realm!
Truly worthy of being the legendary Great Emperor's descendant. His invincibility among his generation's Supreme Ones was not just empty talk.
Ye Chen snorted coldly. The Heaven-Shaking Palm struck out, as if an ancient Great Emperor was suppressing with a single hand. He attacked forcefully, his offensive power peerless in the world.
With the naked eye, one could see those layers of illusory worlds being forcefully shattered by him one after another. The void collapsed in an instant, shocking the world.
What kind of power was this? Even Di Wuming's Great World Saint Art was shattered by a single palm strike, making it hard to imagine.
One must understand that Di Wuming was the descendant of an ancient Great Emperor, truly supreme and invincible. The layers of great world phantoms he unleashed could crush everything, just like nine real worlds descending. Their surging power added to his body, making him impervious to all techniques, resisting all divine abilities and moves in the world, crushing all existence.
But they were broken so quickly—it was simply excessively powerful.
Only Ye Chen knew the might of the Heaven-Shaking Palm. Even though he did not use his full power, it was absolutely overwhelmingly strong. Not to mention Saint Lord-level existences, even ancient recluses at the peak of the Saint Treasury Realm would be slain.
Di Wuming had also not used his full strength, still in the probing stage. Shattering all the world phantoms was completely within reason.
The nine layers of illusory great worlds were shattered in the blink of an eye. Imperial Son Wuming's peerless saint art failed to achieve its crushing, domineering effect.
But Imperial Son's expression did not change. His figure was majestic and unmoving like a mountain as he formed hand seals and executed techniques.
Boom—
A dazzling heavenly sun suddenly flew out, blazing intensely, instantly illuminating the dark night, becoming the sun of the night.
That heavenly sun radiated light for billions of zhang, and even emitted ten thousand strands of Sun Essence Fire, capable of burning everything in the world.
This was the supreme Sun Saint Art, startling Ye Chen. It was no weaker than the Sun God's, with ten thousand layers of surging, powerful fire waves rolling forth, rushing over.
Even heaven and earth seemed about to be burned and collapse. Moreover, large amounts of blood mist churned and steamed, burned to nothing, leaving nothing behind.
Feeling the intense, scorching heat of that dazzling sun, the saints of the three clans all wore expressions of shock and terror. They felt their divine power within their bodies beginning to evaporate, hastily retreating to a sufficiently far distance to watch from afar.
This sun spewed forth streams of dazzling, piercing Sun True Fire. Wherever it passed, the void was directly burned until it collapsed into emptiness, leaving behind black traces. Even a supreme expert encountering it would be extremely wary.
Di Wuming executed the Sun Saint Art, directly shooting out a pillar of incredibly dazzling divine radiance, carrying intensely powerful Sun God Fire, piercing through the air towards the approaching Ye Chen.
The void shattered in large patches in an instant, a heart-stopping sight, boundless divine energy erupting.
The saints all trembled with fear. If a super expert like the Azure Dragon Great Saint were to be hit, he would probably be burned to ashes.
Ye Chen was directly struck. Sun Essence Fire exploded, filling the sky. Many of the blood-colored desolate mountains were directly burned and melted into lava, a brilliant, glittering scene.
This made many hold their breath. The twin princesses, Xia Miao'er and Xia Bing'er, looked over with worry. Had Ye Chen already been killed?
But from within the endless, blazing flames, a tall, straight, and slender figure slowly walked out.
Ye Chen's clothes were undamaged, his black hair draped over his shoulders, his expression calm. Clearly, there was no fluctuation of laws, yet he walked through the void, stepping upon the air as if ascending stairs, step by step walking forward, emerging while bathed in the sky-filling flames.