Shen Rong, a young man, possessed a handsome and elegant appearance, more beautiful than Pan An, with a heroic and imposing bearing, his eyes like stars.
Clad in a suit of pitch-black yet crystalline battle armor that revealed only his head, he wore a black-gold crown, appearing grand and majestic, making others dare not look directly at him.
He was that Imperial Son Shen Rong from the myriad realms, a renowned top prodigy among the younger generation throughout the myriad realms, truly the strongest and invincible.
His appearance drew the attention of everyone, and he suddenly exerted force from among the many Saints, overtaking others to charge into the seventy-second gate.
For it was precisely him moments ago who rendered the attacks of the five supreme powerhouses ineffective, forcefully blocking them.
Such supreme methods were enough to make everyone look at him with new eyes; he was a fearsome young supreme powerhouse.
"Shen Rong, so it's you!"
The five supreme powerhouses simultaneously changed their expressions slightly, then turned gloomy.
Clearly, as the lofty supreme powerhouses of the three great races, they also knew Shen Rong's true identity—an Imperial Son of supreme and peerless status, hailing from the myriad realms beyond.
They all sensed that Shen Rong was powerful, a supreme powerhouse beyond imagination; otherwise, he could not have easily withstood the five supreme powerhouses' attacks of enlightenment streamers, which none but a supreme powerhouse could block.
However, this did not mean they feared him. After all, all five were supreme powerhouses of their respective races, beyond the Saint Treasury Realm, invincible beings beneath the Heavenly Kings. How could they fear him, especially since he was merely a young junior?
"Hmph, what an arrogant enough young man. So what if he's an Imperial Son? Kill!"
The Vast Heavens Venerable One was the first to strike. The other supreme powerholders did not act because they were unwilling to bully the young with their seniority and tarnish their reputations.
Even if this was a fearsome Imperial Son.
"Junior, you should be more humble. You should not participate in this battle," the Vast Heavens Venerable One said, raising his hand as thousands of divine radiance poured forth, the Great Dao surging, sweeping across the sky, fully displaying the supreme might of the Great Dao, destroying everything in its path.
To employ such divine abilities capable of injuring a supreme powerhouse right from the start showed the Vast Heavens Venerable One's regard for Shen Rong; he did not underestimate him due to his youth.
But Shen Rong stood firm in that area, allowing the Vast Heavens Venerable One's attack. His entire body of pitch-black crystalline armor shone brilliantly, with numerous Great Dao talismans radiating, blocking the attack completely unscathed, astonishing everyone. He also sneered coldly, "Is this the so-called method of you supreme powerhouses? Old man, your era has long passed. Each of you are failures of Samsara; you should enjoy your remaining years in peace, not vie for supremacy."
Boom—
Shen Rong struck. He was incomparably powerful, instantly flooding the sky with divine radiance as he attacked the Vast Heavens Venerable One.
From within, a heavenly stele surged forth, carved with ancient mythological characters, swirling with divine radiance from all realms, forcefully suppressing its target.
"Die!"
The Vast Heavens Venerable One was enraged. Never had he been so contemptuously looked down upon. He unleashed a series of divine abilities and secret techniques to block and counterattack. He was indeed very powerful, a Samsara-level supreme powerhouse; otherwise, he would not have become one of the pillars of the human race.
But Shen Rong was even stronger. A supreme powerhouse and an Imperial Son, he displayed world-shaking methods befitting an Imperial Son, pushing forward with invincible divine might.
The battle within the seventy-second gate's ruined ancient pass was quite intense; the already dilapidated ancient city developed many cracks.
However, this battle ended soon, lasting less than twenty exchanges. The figure of the Vast Heavens Venerable One was sent flying, blood spurting, with one arm torn off—far from being a match for Shen Rong.
Such combat power was astonishing, too outrageous. Was a Samsara supreme powerhouse so incapable of being an opponent?
Shen Rong appeared neither flushed nor out of breath, clearly still having strength to spare, horrifying everyone with the methods of an Imperial Son-level supreme powerhouse.
Shen Rong crushed that severed arm with a squeeze, disdainfully saying, "I told you, you outdated people should step down. If you want to deal with me, don't come alone. All five of you, come at me together."
"Junior, you are too arrogant!"
Although sensing Shen Rong's unexpected strength, the five supreme powerhouses were secretly furious. They no longer intended to challenge him alone but joined forces to attack together.
Boom—
The five supreme powerhouses directly struck, their divine might vast, illuminating past and present, jointly dealing with Shen Rong, unleashing a fearsome, absolute kill.
This was an earth-shattering battle. Probably since the era of the gods in the entire Ancient Emperor Continent, no one had ever confronted five supreme powerhouses alone.
Shen Rong was indeed powerful, far exceeding everyone's imagination, strong to a degree that made people tremble and was unable to believe it.
A single person truly confronted the five supreme powerhouses, battling inextricably, continuously clashing in the depths of the starry sky, with endless divine radiance exploding, shattering the ruined ancient gate and annihilating the world-destroying evil spirits.
Boom—
Finally, after a fearsome great battle, the five supreme powerhouses were all swept away, blood staining the starry sky, while Shen Rong stood alone in the cosmos, peerless in the world, with none to rival him.
This made many people suck in a cold breath. Probably even a Heavenly King striking would be no more than this.
After sweeping through the five supreme powerhouses, Shen Rong paid them no further heed. Instead, he began to forcefully assault the nine gates beyond the seventy-second, aiming to completely break through, charge to the end, and win the beauty's hand.
The remaining nine gates grew increasingly difficult, with three even set in perilous lands where Divine Spirits battled during the era of the gods, adding immeasurable danger.
Even hidden killing arrays were set up one after another, all designed to trap and kill enemies, filled with all sorts of perils.
These were deliberately arranged by the three women—Zhao Jingruo and the others—precisely so that no one could truly break through these gates, even supreme powerhouses.
But clearly, for an Imperial Son, there seemed to be some suspense.
Shen Rong was forcefully breaking through the gates; they could not hinder him for long. One after another was being deciphered. His invincibility as an Imperial Son was continuously displayed, making those watching from behind feel waves of cold air.
Such a figure was indeed peerless. In the vast Ancient Emperor Realm, with no Heavenly Kings descending, probably only the three-month ephemeral Imperial Wuming and the mysterious Qian could be mentioned in the same breath.
"Sister, what should we do?"
Yi Wu appeared worried. Qian Yue had not yet arrived, but Shen Rong was rapidly breaking through the gates. Although they could ultimately go back on their word and had no fear of Shen Rong, possessing corresponding means, for their plans in this realm, the loss would be great.
Unless absolutely necessary, they truly did not wish to take the final step.
Just as everyone was watching with rapt attention as Imperial Son Shen Rong in the starry sky broke through the final nine perilous gates, above the Imperial City, a surging spatial fluctuation suddenly shimmered, immediately capturing everyone's attention.
Clearly visible, endless spatial power rapidly emerged, autonomously forming numerous Great Dao talismans, which then condensed into a giant spatial gate.
Rumble—
The spatial gate slowly opened. Under the gaze of the entire city, four figures appeared before the world's eyes.
Two men, one woman, and one ox.
The leader had a crescent moon mark on his brow!