A dazzling golden beam erupted from the crown of Ye Chen's head, born from his blood energy.
Indeed, his great dao laws were restrained by the law shackles, sealed within his body, but that did not mean his blood energy was sealed; it could still be used.
Boom—
The golden pillar of blood energy shot straight into the sky, tearing through the clouds, reaching all the way to the ninth heaven.
However, what left everyone utterly shocked was that within the immense golden blood energy, there were actually countless traces of fragmented laws, each strand floating and sinking within the blood energy, shining brilliantly.
And it wasn't just one great dao, but the manifestation of countless great daos.
It was unbelievable that a single person's body could contain so many traces of fragmented laws.
What was even more astonishing was that many people sensed that among those countless law traces were clearly the fragmented laws of the Saint Phantoms from the Hundred Battles Mountain Range. Many of them had fought against those phantoms and were naturally familiar with them.
They just never expected that all those law traces had been collected by Qian, and he seemed to have absorbed them all into his body.
No wonder there were so few Saint Phantoms encountered later in the Hundred Battles Mountain Range—it was because of Qian.
The golden pillar of blood energy blasted apart the clouds in all directions, yet high in the sky, it actually transformed into a golden Primordial True Dragon.
Formed purely from condensed blood energy, it shone with brilliant gold, every scale clearly visible, and it contained various traces of fragmented laws within. Soaring into the sky, it charged toward the Kunpeng, roaring and attacking.
The Kunpeng was blocked. Despite possessing astonishing immortal speed, it was useless because that golden True Dragon was even more extraordinary than imagined. Especially the demon and beast races felt an unbelievable sense of terror.
Because they all unexpectedly sensed a supreme, lofty pressure emanating from the golden True Dragon, making them feel a desire to prostrate themselves from the depths of their bloodline, trembling and unable to exert strength.
Particularly the Azure Dragon Great Saint almost knelt down, feeling his own bloodline tremble—it originated from True Dragon blood, resonating at this moment as if it might leave his body at any time.
What kind of situation was this?
It was as if a real True Spirit had descended into the world, not merely a simple blood-energy dragon!
Could it be that Qian was truly a human-shaped pure-blooded True Dragon? Otherwise, how could he contain such intense pure-blooded dragon majesty?
All of this was difficult to investigate because the golden True Dragon entangled the Kunpeng, engaging in a terrifying fierce battle in the ninth heaven, no less intense than a Samsara-level supreme battle. The most fearsome destructive energy exploded in the firmament, almost rushing to battle beyond the realm.
The Kunpeng flapped its wings, the ultimate speed in the world, with Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang constantly exploding. On one hand, it incinerated the heavens, a sea of flames billowing, threatening to burn everything to ashes.
On the other hand, pitch-black Supreme Yin energy swept forth, freezing the sky and void, with dark snowflakes drifting, each containing Yin evil energy enough to freeze a Demi-Saint into ice shards.
But the golden True Dragon roared, containing Ye Chen's supreme saintly blood power—the most rigid and intense force in the world, capable of resisting Supreme Yang True Fire and incinerating Supreme Yin energy. It forcefully collided repeatedly in the firmament, each impact collapsing the deepest parts of the sky, as if it could shake the stars of the myriad heavens and knock them down.
"You've surprised me. To have so many law traces contained within your body—you're even more ruthless than I imagined," Di Wuming said. He had long noticed something amiss with Ye Chen—his great dao was restrained, bound by law shackles—but he never imagined it would be such an outrageous restraint, beyond his expectations.
"I've also said that without enduring enough trials, how can one achieve an invincible dao," Ye Chen said, striding forward. "Alright, now it's finally just you and me. We can fight freely. Let's both get serious, alright?"
As he spoke, Ye Chen had already attacked. Even after losing a portion of his blood energy, he still appeared peerless, executing the Heaven-Shaking Palm, fiercely slashing to sever the long sky, meeting the destructive light erupting from the Devouring Heaven Cauldron.
Boom—
The heavens and earth were blasted apart. Ye Chen also retreated a distance, but his golden body remained undamaged. He then advanced, charging toward Di Wuming with lightning speed, intending to engage in battle using the Battle Sacred Body's strongest close-quarters combat.
"Kill!"
Ye Chen shouted lightly, his eyes flashing with cold lightning. He met the attack head-on with a Severing Heaven Fist, forcefully striking forward, imperceptibly containing an invincible momentum that crushed like rotten wood!
Di Wuming also attacked, shaking the cauldron to meet the strike. A great collision occurred, with brilliant sparks scattering, tearing the heavens and earth.
But Ye Chen's Heaven-Shaking Palm struck out, directly slapping the Devouring Heaven Cauldron away, then attacking with divine fists.
Di Wuming was already prepared. His left hand held Supreme Yin, his right Supreme Yang. A perfect Taiji diagram of Yin and Yang appeared, with Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang rotating alternately, mutually generating and restraining each other.
It became an absolute defense, impervious to all techniques, blocking all of Ye Chen's attacks.
And it also represented that Di Wuming had reached an extremely profound realm in the dao of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang. Even after transforming into the Kunpeng, he could still employ it, though he could not manifest another Kunpeng.
"Very strong. But you must understand what the strongest Saint Body truly is."
Ye Chen shouted with dao force, shaking the Four Extremities. Then, his Saint Body leaped out agilely like a Heavenly Dragon, his entire body shining with flawless glazed golden light. He wielded the Heaven-Shaking Palm, pointed with the Severing Heaven Finger, and charged at Di Wuming.
Di Wuming was indeed powerful, on the same level as Ye Chen as a young generation's supreme, and an Imperial Son at that. But he underestimated Ye Chen's strength. In an instant, Ye Chen's power surged dramatically, striking the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram, directly piercing through it and landing a blow on Di Wuming's body.
Di Wuming's figure was sent flying, already at a disadvantage. Moreover, it was visible that strands of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth—he was also injured.
"Young Ancestor!"
The four peak ancient recluses exclaimed in shock, unable to believe it. Their invincible Young Ancestor was actually injured! One must know that since the Young Ancestor emerged into the world, he had always dominated his peers. Even during the most glorious and prosperous Mythical Epoch, he was invincible, with only other children of Emperors and Sovereigns able to contend with him.
But Qian definitely was not one. Moreover, it was clear he was a contemporary. Not only did he contend with an Imperial Son, he even injured him—this was the first time.
Of course, this alone could not defeat Di Wuming, let alone kill him; it was still far from that. But it was a good start.
Boom—
Di Wuming's entire body glowed, his injuries directly healing, demonstrating his profound cultivation and attainment.
This also made Ye Chen sense the other's peerless might. Indeed, an Imperial Son was far more powerful than imagined.
But he was unafraid and even smiled. So what if he was an Imperial Son? He only believed in his own invincibility!