In the starry sky, all the Saints were impressed by Qian, who had so forcefully subdued a supreme expert-level Purple Qilin, making it serve him and be ridden by him.
In truth, the Purple Qilin had not been subdued by Ye Chen. It roared and bellowed while being ridden on its back, struggling constantly, unleashing Great Dao laws, unwilling to obey Ye Chen's commands.
Although it had long since perished, leaving only a wisp of remnant spirit here, it had been revived by combining with the essence blood of fallen Saints and would soon vanish.
But the innate pride flowing deep within its bloodline prevented it from yielding to anyone.
Just as in the era of the Primordial Gods, when a powerful figure had tried to subdue it, it had refused to comply and was ultimately slain in the starry sky.
However, Qian Yue was even more domineering. From between his brows emanated wisps of supreme martial will, overwhelming past and present, unmatched.
It also contained Saint Soul power, which posed a tremendous pressure, even harming its remnant spirit, making it tremble.
In the end, the Purple Qilin yielded. Having been revived with great difficulty for only a brief period after so many years, it was unwilling to return immediately to the endless darkness.
Boom—
Ye Chen rode the Purple Qilin, charging toward the eighty-one passes, shattering all obstacles in his path with a crushing momentum, rushing toward the deepest part.
Even mid-journey, any formation blocking his way was directly shattered. Encountering a meteorite, he smashed it with a single punch; encountering a Starry Sky Behemoth, he ruthlessly and forcefully slew it.
Along the way, all the Saints hurriedly made way, not daring to block him in the slightest.
For there had been a Saint Lord at the fifty-third pass who blocked him, who for some unknown madness wanted to fight him, only to be slapped into a bloody mist, shattered in the starry sky.
This scene chilled all the Saints; how could they dare to block him further?
Soon, Ye Chen forcefully broke through to the seventy-second pass. There, five supreme experts were present, each bearing injuries. They had not left but were gloomily watching Shen Rong, who had already broken through to the seventy-eighth pass, killing intent surging within them.
Yet, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside them, and they did not make a move.
Shen Rong was too powerful, truly unstoppable. Forcing an attack would only lead to the same outcome.
Now, they could only watch helplessly as Shen Rong continued breaking through the passes.
Boom—
The starry void split open as a surge of majestic purple light rapidly charged over, carrying vast divine might. From afar, a mighty roar echoed: "People ahead, make way!"
The roar shook the cosmos, causing entire belts of shattered stars to explode. But the five supreme experts at the seventy-second pass were enraged.
One Shen Rong was one thing—he indeed possessed corresponding supreme combat power that had defeated all five of them. But now another person suddenly appeared, also daring to tell them to make way? Clearly seeking death, intolerable.
"Get lost!"
The five supreme experts attacked, each unleashing a stream of radiant law, striking out to teach the newcomer a lesson.
They had no idea this person was Ye Chen, unaware of his news of breaking through the passes.
Boom—
The seventy-second pass completely collapsed. Ye Chen descended riding the Purple Qilin, a golden war spear appearing in his hand. Its entire body emanated wisps of divine radiance, like a war god descending from the immortal realm. His entire being exuded overwhelming might.
"Scram!"
Ye Chen's eyes flashed with cold lightning. Though just one word, it was even more intimidating. The golden war spear in his hand shook, directly transforming into a golden Heavenly Dragon, a thousand li long, claws bared as it charged toward one of the supreme experts.
The Purple Qilin beneath him also roared, its scales crystalline and flawless, so powerful it inspired trembling. It too surged with purple light, charging toward another supreme expert.
Ye Chen himself charged forward without any evasive posture, using his indestructible Battle Sacred Body to directly shatter the five streams of supreme expert radiant law. With astonishing momentum, he directly assaulted the remaining three supreme experts, engaging in battle within the shattered seventy-second pass.
"How dare you! Supreme experts will die!"
The five supreme experts were shocked and furious, attacking in rage.
But Ye Chen was even more domineering. He displayed the world's ultimate speed, traversing the starry void. Behind him, he opened up a golden, brilliant passage that pierced through a golden great world.
That was the Five Elements Golden Realm in effect. Dao weapons imbued with his supreme Saint Body blood energy and martial will surged forth, countless golden light masses rushing out.
Under his nearly crushing, overwhelming power, the figures of three supreme experts were sent flying, covered in blood, flesh mangled, with many bones broken—a miserable sight.
Even one of the beast race supreme experts revealed its true form, only to be forcefully torn apart by Ye Chen, its massive body split in two, beast blood staining the starry sky red.
The two supreme experts pursued by the golden divine spear and the Purple Qilin were later overtaken and swept aside by Ye Chen.
Following Shen Rong, the five supreme experts were once again defeated in the starry sky, their blood staining the heavens—a truly wretched sight.
From beginning to end, Ye Chen did not spare them a serious glance, as if dealing with a few minor lackeys. He grabbed the golden divine spear, rode the Purple Qilin, broke through the pass, and charged toward Shen Rong at the seventy-ninth pass.
"Too strong! After Shen Rong, is this another Imperial Son-level figure?"
Whether in the Starry Sky Eighty-One Passes or the Imperial City, countless people were shocked by Ye Chen's combat power, not at all inferior to Shen Rong, equally supreme and invincible. The five supreme experts had been so easily swept aside.
This was the true combat power an Imperial Son-level figure should possess.
At the seventy-ninth pass, Shen Rong was breaking through. It connected to a dangerous secret realm that once imprisoned many powerful figures from the era of the Gods. Over time, they had perished and fallen, transforming into a fearsome resentment and baleful aura, with terrifying lingering spirits present, enough to injure even Heavenly King realm figures.
Even Shen Rong did not dare be careless. He was employing extraordinary means, unleashing streams of divine light and numerous profound runes, rapidly deciphering the seventy-ninth pass to open a safe passage for clearance.
When he suddenly turned around, his naturally purple pupils erupted with dazzling, vast purple light, looking at the charging Ye Chen. A trace of gravity appeared in his expression, but battle intent boiled within.
Boom—
Finally, Ye Chen appeared at the seventy-ninth pass riding the Purple Qilin, heroic and extraordinary, golden radiance swirling around his body. His entire being exuded the might of a supreme expert, god-like and demonic, intimidating with intangible influence.
Shen Rong said, "You are Qian, also the Battle Saint King of the myriad realms, the successor of the Battle Saint lineage. It is said you are also the first supreme genius since the Mythical Epoch to reach the Tenth Heaven of myth, correct?"
Ye Chen held only a golden war spear in his hand, emanating brilliant golden light. "Imperial Son Shen Rong, which imperial clan are you from?"
"Guess?"
Shen Rong grinned, his teeth snow-white yet sinister, a demonic figure even more bewitching than the Primordial Demon God.
Ye Chen remained silent. Yet Shen Rong revealed a cruel, merciless smile: "Actually, I'd very much like to taste the saintly blood of a Battle Saint again. I tasted it during the Mythical Era—it was delicious. Today, you've appeared on your own, perfect for another taste!"