The North Pole Demon Lord’s body shuddered. In that moment, he had a sudden illusion: he felt like a lone skiff in a raging storm, utterly defenseless against the ferocious might of this single punch. In his ears, he heard the sound of his own palm shattering into dust.
Cold. Piercing.
Under this brutal blow, he felt his entire arm paralyzed. The flesh of his palm was directly pierced, the structure broken apart, fragments of bloody tissue splattering across his face and body.
Silence reigned among the surrounding crowd.
Even Fuxi, the Yellow Emperor, and Nuwa were filled with disbelief. Although they knew Ye Chen was the inheritor of the Heavenly Dao, they had always believed the Tiandao Jing and the Heavenly Dao Mecha were Ye Chen’s greatest safeguards. They felt that relying only on the Tiandao Jing should not allow him, at the peak Divine Spirit realm, to defeat the North Pole Demon Lord at the peak Divine Emperor level!
It was crucial to remember that the North Pole Demon Lord had long been famous, his strength in no way inferior to Fuxi or Nuwa. Yet, in the very first exchange, Ye Chen had violently smashed one of his hands!
The North Pole Demon Lord looked at the cold face closing in on him, a wave of horror rising in his heart. Enduring the pain, he instantly teleported dozens of times, shaking off Ye Chen’s pursuit, reappearing a thousand feet away. Cold sweat drenched him as he rapidly commanded his internal life force to coalesce a new hand.
Ye Chen turned his head to look at him, his eyes frigid and merciless. The terrifying longevity buried within him began to whirl furiously.
“Burn, one trillion!”
Ye Chen clenched his fist. Surging energy erupted wildly from within him. Eons of life force burned at an insane rate, pouring vast amounts of energy into his muscles and Dantian. Every genetic cell in his body seemed to tremble, erupting in ecstatic cheers.
Ye Chen’s white hair rapidly shifted from the roots to a blood-red, flowing wildly around him, his eyes radiating a crimson glare, transforming him into a frenzied beast. A savage aura coalesced into a small hurricane, sweeping across the entire area.
Wisps of vital blood energy drifted out from his pores, his entire body shrouded in a mist of scarlet haze.
“Power…”
In this moment, Ye Chen deeply understood what true power meant. His blood-red hair whipped about madly as he roared, instantly shooting toward the North Pole Demon Lord!
The spectators felt a flash of scarlet light before their eyes, and then they witnessed a scene of horror: the North Pole Demon Lord’s head was violently wrenched from his body!
Time itself seemed to hold its breath at that instant.
Only after everything settled did the North Pole Demon Lord’s shrill, terrified scream finally echo throughout the entire fountain area, indeed, the entirety of the treasury!
Anyone hearing that chilling, piercing shriek would feel their scalp tingle. Unfortunately for the Demon Lord, his cries did not last long; his entire head was smashed into pulp by Ye Chen’s next blow. Ye Chen then crumpled the remains into a ball, tossing the headless corpse into the Rune Space along with it.
By burning one trillion years of life force, his personal manual amplification reached a blood-curdling, terrifying magnitude. One must realize that one trillion life years, under the incineration of the Blood God Mode, achieved a staggering amplification of one hundred billion times!
One hundred billion times, multiplied by his original nine hundred million times of pre-existing amplification, was enough to allow Ye Chen to slaughter any expert at the Divine Emperor tier!
In less than 0.1 seconds, a peerless Demon Lord, who had existed for countless ages, perished in Ye Chen’s hands. The process was brief, terrifying, and breathtakingly swift.
Ye Chen turned back, his crimson eyes fixed on the remaining figures, moving like a provoked predator as he slowly took a single step forward!
“Ah!”
“Run!!!”
“We can’t possibly fight him! Who is this person, who in the world is he?!”
Everyone was terrified out of their wits, screaming wildly as they bolted toward the distance. Although all present were peak Divine Emperors who had long established their names, capable of achieving amplifications of one trillion, or even ten or a hundred trillion, against Ye Chen, they remained as fragile as paper, easily torn apart!
Swish, swish, swish…
A fleeting streak of crimson killing light flashed. The seven figures scattering away across the sky instantly froze mid-air. Immediately afterward, they burst apart from their centers, blood spraying out like a fountain.
Ye Chen halted, standing suspended in the void. The blood-red hue of his hair slowly receded back to white, and the bulging muscles across his body gradually retracted to their normal state. Although the amplification from one trillion years of life force was immense, it could only be sustained for a single second!
Drip… drop…
Blood streamed from Ye Chen’s palm, falling onto the ground like heavy stones, making a patta sound. Piled in his hand were seven hearts, still faintly twitching—the hearts of those seven peak Divine Emperors!
Fuxi, the Yellow Emperor, and Nuwa all felt their scalps crawl. They couldn't comprehend how their lineage could produce such a divinely martial descendant. This level of power was almost impossible to accept; even the Palace Masters of the Ten Great Temples couldn't surpass this, surely?
With a wave of his hand, Ye Chen tossed the seven hearts into the Rune Space, meticulously collecting every last drop of blood scattered in the air, along with the seven corpses, and storing them all within the dimensional space.
Ye Chen withdrew the energies of the Yan Shen Mi Dian and the Jiugong Secret Manual within him. His figure flickered as he returned before Fuxi and the others, softly saying, “Ancestor, there are more powerful individuals coming. We shall wait here.”
“Wait here?” Fuxi, the Yellow Emperor, and Nuwa exchanged glances, unable to suppress wry smiles. Such boldness—waiting right here, prepared to slaughter the remaining civilization experts rushing over. This level of spirit and method was ruthless and absolute!
“Can you handle them?” Fuxi asked with a hint of worry.
Ye Chen smiled and nodded. “I can.”
Fuxi seemed hesitant, finally gritting his teeth. “Fine! We’ll risk it all this time. If we are swarmed, we flee if we must, but if we can’t escape, we will stake these old lives fighting!”
Ye Chen glanced at Bai Yijun beside him, and the two shared a knowing smile.
Only they understood just how terrifying the true strength of their team was!
Ye Chen immediately took Bai Yijun’s small hand and walked to the stone ledge beside the edge of the fountain pool. The two sat casually on the rock, looking relaxed, quietly awaiting the arrival of the experts from other civilizations.
Fuxi and the others nearby felt cold sweat beading on their palms. Seeing Ye Chen and Bai Yijun chatting and laughing so casually, they could only offer bitter smiles and sigh inwardly, wondering if they, in the face of such catastrophe, were truly more cowardly than a junior? Instantly, they straightened their chests, summoning the innate fighting spirit within their bones, readying themselves for the inevitable battle!
Time passed second by second.
The entire plaza was silent, save for the occasional sound of Bai Yijun’s silver-bell-like laughter, and Ye Chen’s hearty booming laughs. The two conversed and laughed without concern for anything else, as if nothing could disturb them.
After a short while—
Whoosh!
A roaring sound, like a raging dragon’s cry, swept in. From a nearby channel in the plaza, a massive battleship suddenly surged forth. Its sails fluttered gently in the wind, and the spherical energy shield on its exterior deftly deflected the sharp gale.
“Yin God Civilization!” Fuxi’s gaze sharpened as he recognized the half-moon insignia on the battleship, cautiously preparing himself.
The Yin God Civilization battleship roared to a halt before Ye Chen and the others. Four figures rapidly emerged from the ship’s hatch: two men, one woman, and a unicorn wolf covered entirely in silver fur, clad in white armor, standing upright on two legs, its amber eyes glowing with an icy light.
“Hmm?” The leading, brawny man, bearing a silver crescent mark on his forehead, looked down at Fuxi and the others, raising an eyebrow. “Fuxi of the Eight Trigrams? I didn't expect the Three Sovereigns of the Spiritual Civilization to all gather here. Where is your clan’s Pangu? Rumor has it he reached the level of the Ten Palace Masters, so why hasn't he appeared all these years?”
Fuxi stared back coldly. “You truly spared no expense, even inviting your clan’s One-Horned Moon Wolf. It seems you are set on obtaining the Ancient God Cave Mansion from this Ancient Realm Summit.”
“Naturally,” the brawny man chuckled lightly. “There are strong signs of fighting here. Where are the others? Are you remaining here because you are waiting for others, or are you attempting to act as bait? Is there a trap here?”
“Indeed,” Fuxi admitted calmly. “Hand over all your wealth, and we might spare your lives!”
The brawny man’s brow furrowed slightly, then he let out a light laugh. “The others are rushing this way. I don't know what scheme you are brewing, but I hope you aren't seeking your own demise. Don't say I didn't warn you.”
Fuxi sneered, saying nothing more.
Just then, several flying crafts swept in rapidly from the distant channels: one shaped like a palace, another a bird-like warship, and a final one a spherical piece of metal.
“Yang God Civilization!”
“Hentian Civilization!”
“Epic Civilization!”
Fuxi and the others quickly identified these civilizations, their expressions shifting subtly, brows furrowing slowly. They knew these three civilizations ranked among the top 100 among the 3,000 Civilizations, and the power of each was no less than that of the Spiritual Civilization’s faction!
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look anxiously toward Ye Chen beside them. Although they knew he had just slain seven or eight peak Divine Emperors, with their seasoned eyes, they could tell that besides the Tiandao Jing, Ye Chen had activated a powerful self-detonation-type secret manual!
Most self-detonation manuals operated on a principle of 'slaying a thousand enemies while damaging oneself by eight hundred!'
They were unsure if Ye Chen could sustain the strain.
Sensing their gazes, the brawny man finally noticed Ye Chen and Bai Yijun by the fountain pool, his eyes lingering momentarily on Bai Yijun. Though they were all ancient powerhouses rarely seen, they were familiar with the prominent figures of the Ancient Continent, especially a family as renowned as the Bai family. They naturally knew its key members intimately.
“Third Miss Bai!”
The brawny man’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Could it be that Patriarch Bai is also here? Is this your ambush…”
Several figures emerged from the three surrounding flying crafts, each exuding a faint pressure. Each one, if placed outside, was an entity capable of shaking the world with a mere stomp. Now, they formed four distinct forces, hovering in the four cardinal directions of the sky, looking down upon Fuxi and the others by the fountain pool.