The eyes of the man in white robes and brown hair narrowed slightly. The spatial power he had just unleashed, while not at full strength, still carried the force of eight-tenths; with his mid-tier Divine Spirit level domain and his Saint Eighth Tier state of mind, he should have been able to exert the might of a high-tier Divine Spirit domain. Yet, before this man, it seemed as fragile as tracing paper!

The exchange here had drawn the attention of several Divine Spirit-level powerhouses present. Sensing the spatial energy that surged forth in that instant, everyone was secretly stunned, gazing at the man in white robes and brown hair with shock. However, when they saw Ye Chen effortlessly tear apart that formidable law domain, their jaws dropped even further.

The man in white robes and brown hair clenched his fists, staring at the man who completely disregarded him. His innate arrogance and defiance compelled him to shout loudly, "Stop right there! Are you a coward, unwilling to accept my challenge?"

At these words, the gaze of the entire spectator stand shifted toward the white-haired man walking away into the distance, filled with anticipation. Yet, to everyone's disappointment, the white-haired man did not turn back, as if he hadn't heard, continuing his solitary stroll away.

Only the Seventh Princess, following closely behind Ye Chen, happened to glimpse a smirk of untamed disdain curling at the corner of the man's mouth when she secretly glanced up.

Reaching the entrance to the passage, just then, a group of guards clad in sturdy armor, their expressions cold and indifferent, emerged slowly from the darkness of the tunnel, moving like grim reapers sent to execute death. A middle-aged man leading them blocked Ye Chen’s path and stated coldly, "Please remain and submit to the review of the Ten Halls and Ten Nations Committee!"

"No time," Ye Chen said indifferently, his figure never pausing, walking straight toward them.

A cold glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. "That is not for you to decide!" With a sweeping gesture of his hand, the twelve guards, both male and female in their uniformed combat gear behind him, moved instantly, darting forward to surround Ye Chen in the center, watching him with predatory intensity.

Whoosh!

Just then, a sharp sound of tearing air sliced through the atmosphere, landing before the group. It was the man in white robes and brown hair. He stared coldly at Ye Chen and declared, "I don't care who you are. Since you dared to appear today, you will fight me in front of the entire world. Otherwise, I won't let you leave this place alive!"

Ye Chen spared him a glance. "You are not yet qualified to detain me."

The man in white robes and brown hair scoffed. "Qualification isn't decided by talk. I know your Law Domain is strong, perhaps approaching that of a Peak Divine Spirit, and your secret technique amplification has reached 18 billion million times. Pure strength alone is enough to rival a High-tier Divine Emperor who hasn't used any amplification techniques!"

"But..." A chilling coldness arose in his eyes. "Don't think that makes you invincible, able to dominate the younger generation!"

"Oh?" Ye Chen looked at him with faint interest. "Could it be your secret technique amplification exceeds 18 billion million times?"

The man in white robes and brown hair sneered coldly. "You'll know once we try."

The captain of the guards beside him stepped up to the man in white robes and brown hair, expressing concern. "Young Master Feng, why exert yourself with such a person? Just hand him over to us enforcement officers. With your strength, you are already number one among the younger generation. Why lower your status to fight someone like this?"

The man in white robes and brown hair shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed firmly on Ye Chen, a fierce light flickering in his eyes. "Since I was young, no one who has offended me has ever gotten away unscathed, not even Divine Emperor powerhouses! Moreover... this Genius Tournament is dreadfully dull; those so-called Top Eight Geniuses are all trash. It’s rare for this kid to show some capability, and he delivered himself right to my doorstep. I won't let him slip away right under my nose."

The guard captain frowned, looking troubled. He knew this man always kept his word, and given his talent, becoming a powerhouse among the Divine Emperors in the future was a certainty!

Ye Chen gazed toward the sky, lost in thought for a moment, before lowering his head and looking coldly at the man in white robes and brown hair. "Then let's begin."

The man in white robes and brown hair snorted. He was not one for excessive talk. He flipped his hand and tossed a virtual helmet to Ye Chen. "From your appearance earlier, you clearly weren't using your full power, perhaps saving your self-detonation type secret technique. In this virtual world, you can fight without restraint. I won't take advantage of you!"

Ye Chen casually caught the helmet, his figure shifting as he returned to the battle platform with the Seventh Princess. He said indifferently, "I'll only spare you three seconds. Take care." With that, he put on the virtual helmet.

The man in white robes and brown hair smirked. "Three seconds is more than enough to deal with you!" Saying this, he donned the other blue virtual helmet and positioned himself one kilometer in front of Ye Chen.

The referee beside them glanced at the man in white robes and brown hair, shook his head slightly with a wry smile, and announced loudly, "Switch the battlefield to the virtual platform!"

The central control room atop the peak immediately switched the data conduits to the virtual world, presenting the scene to the audience and television viewers. After a slight blur, a spacious battle platform appeared, beneath a beautiful azure sky, the platform suspended alone, bearing the figures of the man in white robes and brown hair and Ye Chen.

"It's Feng Wutian!!"

"Feng Wutian of the Feng Holy Palace! The number one figure of the younger generation!"

"It is rumored that Feng Wutian once obtained a relic from a civilization preceding the last Great Saint War and inherited its Dao lineage. His talent is terrifying!"

The entire spectator stand, unexpectedly witnessing such an exciting match outside the Top Eight rounds, became intensely excited and rapidly began placing bets.

"I bet on Feng Wutian!"

"Feng Wutian!"

"That white-haired person must have hidden cards; his amplification must be more than 18 billion million times. I'm betting on him!"

"I bet on Feng Wutian!"

Most people, having watched the previous matches, primarily bet on Feng Wutian. Those who bet on Ye Chen generally did so hoping he still possessed other trump cards.

Dong...

The sound of the bell signaled the imminent start of the battle on the platform.

Both were monstrous talents, peerless in their generation. They gazed at each other, neither uttering another word, as if, at this moment, language was unnecessary. They quietly felt the rising heat of the blood within their bodies. Feng Wutian even had the illusion that the man before him would be his lifelong nemesis!

Ye Chen remained composed, slowly clenching his fist, the fighting spirit within him gradually surging. Since mastering the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Dao Scripture, he had never truly fought at full strength. He thought he would rarely find an equal among the younger generation, yet unexpectedly, such a dazzling, peerless genius had appeared.

He observed silently for a while, then subtly shook his head. He brought both hands together, and instantly the Blazing God Hammer and the Gloomy Flame Shield materialized. Connecting with the mysterious energy in the sky, a surging power amplified his internal secret technique amplification to 100 billion times in an instant!

"Blood God Mode!"

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, clenching his fist. The life force surging through his veins instantly erupted like an explosion, unleashing an astonishing, heaven-shaking aura that permeated every limb and bone, like a frantic oil press, fiercely burning and boiling, transforming into a continuous, terrifying power!

"Burn! Burn!"

Ye Chen was giving it his all, frantically burning the life force within him. Since his sudden recovery last time, although he still lacked a heart, his body was no different from an ordinary person, and he had never tested his life force reserves—he wasn't sure of his exact lifespan. Under this furious burning, he rapidly consumed one million years of his lifespan. However, Ye Chen felt that he was still far from his limit!

He gritted his teeth and continued burning.

"Two million years, three million years... six million years!"

As Ye Chen burned furiously, the outside world was instantly enveloped in a terrifying, suffocating silence. The entire Ancient Continent seemed to have lost its voice at this moment. Everyone watching this scene on their television screens had their mouths agape, dropping their bowls without noticing, staring blankly at the furiously changing secret technique amplification figures displayed below the screen, utterly terrified.

Ye Chen felt that after burning up ten million years of life force, his internal power reached its limit. Without hesitation, he instantly activated the Nine Palace Secret Technique.

When Ye Chen shifted to manifesting the Nine Palace Secret Technique, the secret technique amplification figures below the screen instantly displayed a stark number: One Trillion!

Everyone was almost driven mad, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the number on the screen, their brains feeling as though they might explode from the shock, utterly speechless.

When Ye Chen's Nine Palace Secret Technique was fully unleashed, the number below the screen flickered into incomprehensible garble for a moment before stabilizing at 90 Trillion.

Compressing the explosive energy of the Nine Palace Guardian onto the ancient warhammer, Ye Chen instantly activated the Blind Heaven Secret Technique, further stacking the Meteor Profound Meaning. The figures on the screen, showing a heart-stopping change, jumped from 90 Trillion to 1800 Trillion!

Stunned!

Everyone's brain short-circuited instantly, leaving them utterly dumbfounded.

The hardest hit was the combat computer system. The maximum battle value they could calculate was capped at one Trillion. In their view, this value was already astronomically high, approaching what these geniuses could attain. Therefore, when Ye Chen broke past this ceiling, the combat computer nearly crashed. Fortunately, the personnel operating the background were genius experts in this field and quickly modified the numerical limits, expanding the amplification range.

On the virtual battle platform, Ye Chen stood holding the ancient warhammer, his blood-red hair flying wildly in reverse, his eyes cold and black, looking down at Feng Wutian. His figure suddenly moved, soaring toward the heavens. In his wake, the void naturally rippled. The energy within Ye Chen had reached a terrifying level, making even the simulation of the virtual world struggle. The virtual space he passed through was instantly dissolved into streams of data.

The man in white robes and brown hair stood frozen in place, watching Ye Chen raise his hammer to smash down. Even though he had activated all his secret techniques, increasing his combat amplification to the level of ten quadrillion, there was still an insurmountable chasm between them.

The ancient warhammer smashed down thunderously!

BOOM!!!

The entire virtual space collapsed. The whole battle platform cracked apart, and even the azure sky fractured, exploding like shattered glass.