Qian had arrived, and Shen Rong was also present.
The confrontation between these two young generation's supremes drew the attention of everyone present. Even the Five Supreme Ones paled completely under the radiance of these two young supremes.
One was the invincible Imperial Son of the myriad realms, inheriting the most powerful Emperor bloodline of his father, unparalleled and containing boundless potential, with the qualification to stabilize the position of Emperor in the future.
The other was Qian, of mysterious origins, his body containing golden saintly blood, his physical body invincible, capable of contending with the Imperial Son Wuming without ever being defeated, having forged a formidable reputation in the Hundred Battles Mountain Range.
Both young supremes were supremely powerful and invincible, having successively swept past the Five Supreme Ones of the seventy-second pass, displaying their invincible divine bearing.
Now, as they clashed, who would be stronger and who weaker?
Everyone hoped to witness this great battle and felt it was inevitable, for due to the three great beauties, there could only be one final victor.
"Actually, I really want to taste the saintly blood of a Battle Saint again. I tasted it once in the Mythical Era; it was delicious. Today, you've appeared on your own initiative, perfect for another taste!"
Shen Rong revealed a cruel and merciless smile.
He was an Imperial Son, yet more like a deity or demon, clad in battle armor. Crystalline black battle intent almost completely enveloped his entire body, shrouding him, mysterious and possessing an oppressive pressure.
In his hand, he held a Heaven-Destroying Heavenly Spear, crimson as blood, as if it had drunk the blood of billions of living beings, carrying a terrifying killing intent, chillingly cold enough to make one's courage falter.
At this moment, he was even more intimidating and sinister than when dealing with the Five Supreme Ones, like a slumbering god of slaughter awakening, ready for bloody battle at any moment.
Even across a vast distance, the various Saints in the passes ahead, even the Five Supreme Ones, felt a bone-piercing chill, with some Saints nearly trembling and shuddering.
Just how powerful was Shen Rong's combat strength? Probably no one knew, and it was difficult to say clearly.
It was widely rumored in the world that he had a high probability of being a Heavenly King, for people did not feel that a Samsara-level supreme could possess such imposing might; he could absolutely crush Samsara-level supremes.
"In the Mythical Era, I once confronted a Battle Saint from your lineage. He was truly powerful, having achieved the Battle Sacred Body, a supreme physical body, and possessing supreme golden saintly blood. When I defeated him, I drank it; it contained a wonderful flavor that I cannot forget, making my entire body's blood boil."
Shen Rong's eyes revealed a wild light; he was an Imperial Son, yet a man as demonic and sinister as a devil.
Through his words, there was no doubt that this was a truly fearsome Imperial Son, a Heaven's Pride, who had actually defeated a generation's Battle Saint, demonstrating his peerless might.
Ye Chen rode the Purple Qilin, man and steed standing in the starry void. Surging golden radiance and billowing purple qi swept forth, not dissipating but instead complementing each other, further setting off his own extraordinary, peerless bearing.
"I've heard that the Imperial Son's body flows with the purest and most refined Emperor bloodline. I have meticulously studied the bloodlines of many kings and also researched the bloodlines of alien race royal clans, but over the years, I've found it difficult to achieve much. Perhaps the time has come to start researching Emperor bloodlines."
He seemed to be talking to himself, his voice not loud but clearly audible, startling everyone, followed by a collective intake of cold breath.
Qian was truly bold.
Naturally, the most shocked and furious was Shen Rong. As an Imperial Son's descendant, he had always been high above; his peers could only look up to him, and all heroes would retreat. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
And what was most detestable was this Battle Saint King's gaze, truly looking at him as if he were prey.
Shen Rong's handsome face immediately darkened: "Battle Saint King, are you trying to anger me, to disturb my state of mind? But even so, what of it? I can still easily suppress and kill you."
Ye Chen remained unperturbed throughout, even though this was a peerless Imperial Son. He said indifferently, "Since that's the case, why don't you dare to make a move? I can let you have ten moves."
Arrogant!
Shen Rong's face turned ugly for the first time. A mere mortal actually dared to speak to him so arrogantly. So what if he was a Battle Saint? In the Mythical Era, they were not undefeated; no matter how powerful, he could not be his opponent.
"Fine. Even the Battle Saint of the Mythical Era, with such advantageous worldly conditions, was not my match. I don't believe a Battle Saint born in an epoch far inferior to the Mythical Era could be my opponent."
"Young generation's supreme? Ridiculous. Today, I'll let you witness what a true young generation's supreme is, what a true Imperial—"
"Noisy!" Ye Chen lightly uttered two words, interrupting him, and initiated the battle first. In an instant, his imposing might increased countless times, like the most fearsome deity or demon emerging into the world, suppressing the ancient starry void as he charged forward.
Although he had said he would let him have ten moves, Ye Chen had never truly been careless, for this was an Imperial Son; those two words were enough to represent everything.
Left hand, Heaven-Shaking Palm, mysterious jade connecting to the netherworld, its radiance violently swelling.
Right hand, Severing Heaven Finger, entwined with boundless martial will, striking out.
Attacking with both hands, launching a forceful assault, Ye Chen displayed great means, not holding back at all, sweeping forward with the Battle Saint Art.
"Battle Saint Art? I deciphered it in the previous epoch!"
Shen Rong coldly shouted, yet the black crystalline battle armor covering his body clanged and hummed, revealing one Dao talisman after another, shining brilliantly, entwined with extraordinary Dao Rhyme.
Moreover, he wielded the Heaven-Destroying Heavenly Spear in a horizontal strike. The blood staining it seemed to come alive, actually transforming into a sea of blood that roared out with a thunderous rumble.
The two engaged in a great battle, fighting fiercely in the seventy-ninth pass without any consideration for it.
Boom—
The seventy-ninth pass contained fearsome baleful qi, resentment, and powerful lingering spirits. Accompanied by the revival of divine corpses from the era of gods, it was a rather dangerous pass, enough to trap supremes, continuously assaulting the two young supremes.
But clearly, it could not truly threaten the two young supremes. They fought their way into the deepest part of the seventy-ninth pass, where the most terrifying fluctuations erupted, impacting and surging violently.
They did not intentionally attack the seventy-ninth pass, but the supreme fluctuations emanating from their clash surged through this level, boiling the secret realm.
In the end, the seventy-ninth pass could not withstand the collision force of the two young supremes and was broken open. Divine corpses fell out one after another, surrounded by bloody baleful qi and lingering spirits, wreaking havoc in the starry void.
Boom—
Ye Chen and Shen Rong fought fiercely along the way, charging through the seventy-ninth pass and killing into the eightieth pass.
That was an ancient city, naturally fraught with many dangers, but everything was difficult to stop their bloody slaughter; it was unstoppable.
During the confrontation, both shed blood, blood dripping profusely, very eye-catching, startling many people.
Finally, the two forcefully blasted through the eightieth pass and charged toward the eighty-first pass—also the final pass!