Everyone watched in astonishment as the Kunpeng shattered the mysterious Qian, annihilating him completely, body and spirit!
Even that invincible Indestructible Golden Body could not withstand the vortex of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang forces, ultimately being shattered.
Their mouths hung open, some in a daze, some having expected it, but also with a trace of regret.
Because this mysterious Qian was very powerful, considered by Imperial Son Wuming to be comparable to an Imperial Son-level figure, and thus was anticipated by all the saints. Perhaps a battle between the two would be the ultimate, peak, strongest battle, capable of shaking the heavens and earth, destroying the world, infinitely spectacular.
But no one expected it to end so quickly, leaving them with a sliver of regret.
However, upon careful thought, it was only natural. The Imperial Son was invincible, the descendant inheriting the most powerful bloodline of an ancient Great Emperor. How could he find a rival among his peers of the same generation and rank?
They had simply thought too much, overestimating Ye Chen, and also felt the supreme invincibility of Di Wuming.
"This..."
The cold and beautiful princess of Lan Country, Xia Bing'er, slightly parted her red lips, her gaze also dim and regretful.
Xia Miao'er, with her dual souls, had switched to the gentle soul. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but cry out, her pear-blossom-and-rain appearance exceedingly fragile and pitiful.
To her, Ye Chen was a gentle and kind big brother whom she liked very much, but she never thought he would die like this.
She very much wanted to avenge her big brother, but facing Imperial Son Wuming, even the other self within her dual souls was far inferior. How could she talk of revenge?
"A pity, a sigh for a hero of a generation."
For the dead, many always maintain a magnanimous attitude, for the deceased is great. Even if they were enemies in life, they would not dwell on it, as that would only reveal their own narrow-mindedness.
"The outcome has proven it. The Imperial Son is invincible. I'm afraid this Chaos Supreme Treasure will ultimately fall into his hands."
This left many feeling regretful and helpless, yet powerless.
Because he was an Imperial Son, an invincible Imperial Son, with combat power rivaling the strongest. How could one even fight him?
Even if all the saints from the three clans attacked together, they believed Imperial Son Wuming absolutely had the ability to protect himself. Moreover, as a descendant inheriting the legacy of an ancient Great Emperor, he likely possessed many world-shaking methods yet to be revealed.
If they thoroughly offended him, it would likely bring immense trouble upon themselves, even the destruction of their country or clan!
However, after slaying Qian, Di Wuming showed no expression of joy. He didn't even ascend to the peak of the fallen to retrieve the Human Sovereign Pagoda. The Kunpeng formed from Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang did not dissipate either, remaining present, releasing its destructive aura.
This scene left many bewildered and sensing something amiss.
Wasn't Imperial Son Wuming contending for the Chaos Supreme Treasure? Why was he still unwilling to move now?
They saw Di Wuming suddenly turn, his gaze shifting as he looked towards a certain point in the void.
The others were puzzled, following Imperial Son Wuming's gaze. But the next moment, they were shocked to discover that at that location, on a mountaintop, a familiar, slender figure stood there, independent of the world.
Looking at his face, it was unmistakably Qian, who should have been killed.
This scene left many dumbfounded and unable to believe it.
They had just seen Qian being shattered alive moments ago. Why did he suddenly appear on a distant mountaintop now?
Was he alive, or a ghost?
"I understand!" said the Azure Dragon Great Saint, his expression grave and also shocked. "Qian was never killed. What the Kunpeng shattered was merely an afterimage of his."
These words caused many to change expression. Looking over, they indeed found no bloodstains in the void where Qian was just slain, only emptiness.
Only then did they realize: all of this was because Qian's speed was too fast, surpassing everything, to the point that he had already left, yet his afterimage remained and was shattered by the Kunpeng.
No wonder they found it strange—Qian's Golden Body was clearly invincible, so why was he directly shattered?
But from another perspective, they also felt a sense of horror, because Qian's speed had also reached an unimaginable level, making it difficult even for the saints to discern his movement trajectory. It was probably no less than the world-shaking immortal speed displayed by the Kunpeng.
Ye Chen stood on the mountaintop, looking at the Kunpeng, then at Di Wuming. Even someone as powerful as him felt Di Wuming's strength; he was the first person in so many years within the same generation to make Ye Chen feel such power.
On Di Wuming's body was a special, familiar aura, similar to the Heaven's Avatar within the heavenly tribulation, and also similar to himself, containing a supreme, invincible, immortal aura.
Then he smiled slightly, even somewhat excited. Wasn't such an opponent exactly what he had been hoping for?
Whoosh—
The Kunpeng once again displayed its world-shaking immortal speed, but Ye Chen also moved, with an immortal speed that was actually no less than the Kunpeng's.
Boom—
The void exploded violently, with the most terrifying forces of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang erupting, shattering and annihilating everything.
At the same time, Imperial Son Wuming finally moved.
He appeared majestic and heroic, set off by one hundred and eight Divine Halos, appearing extraordinarily divine. His black hair danced, each strand tinged with divine radiance, as if a deity had descended into the world.
He strode through the void as if stepping on invisible stairs, seeming slow, but each step crossed a vast distance, directly closing in before Ye Chen.
On one hand, he attacked Ye Chen with the Kunpeng born from Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang; on the other, he displayed his supreme great Dao divine abilities.
He merely drew a line in the air, and above his head appeared a mysterious, ancient cauldron, overflowing with antiquity, its Dao simple and unadorned, as if it had flowed through billions of years, with endless Dao marks appearing.
The ancient cauldron flipped over, its deep, seemingly bottomless mouth directly aimed at Ye Chen, spewing forth infinite, terrifying divine radiance capable of destroying everything.
Devouring Heaven Cauldron!
It was said this was the supreme imperial weapon of an ancient Great Emperor from the Mythical Era, which had buried a great world during the battle of the Great Destruction, possessing peerless, boundless might.
Now displayed by Di Wuming, though not the true Devouring Heaven Imperial Cauldron, it was still world-shaking.
This attack was truly powerful, possessing the might to destroy heaven and earth. Clearly just a youth, yet the methods he possessed already far surpassed those of the older generation.
The four ancient recluses watched with trembling hearts, also extremely excited. That was their master, His Highness Imperial Son Wuming, worthy of possessing a peerless, invincible bearing, one of the strongest contenders for the sole True King's supreme Divine Throne. Such a posture could be described as extremely domineering.
A trace of gravity appeared on Ye Chen's face. Di Wuming's power was astonishing.
But he was not weak either. Boom—
A brilliant golden blood light erupted from the crown of Ye Chen's head, piercing through the heavens like a great dragon.
Ye Chen walked bathed in brilliant golden radiance, like an immortal Great Emperor descending into the world. His voice resounded through the Hundred Battles Mountain Range: "Di Wuming, now let us have a serious battle."