As the crowd watched, Ye Chen stepped before Bai Yijun, his tall frame standing proud amongst all present, gazing indifferently at Elder Hanfeng. “Slandering others—such a base trick,” he said coolly. “You’ve truly mastered it. I imagine your followers must all be intellectually bankrupt.”

Elder Hanfeng exploded in fury, the suppressed rage from his earlier encounter with Fuxi erupting instantly. His eyes flashed menacingly as he roared, “You seek death! With your mere Divine Spirit cultivation, you ant-like thing, who are you to speak here? Get lost!” With a grand sweep of his sleeve, he hurled out his anger.

A powerful surge of energy pressed down from the high sky, whistling as it cut the air, like a sharp sword descending, saturated with palpable killing intent.

Ye Chen’s expression remained unchanged. With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned an equally formidable surge of energy to meet the surging power head-on. The two forces collided, dissolving silently, without a single sound escaping.

The others standing in the sky generally maintained composed expressions, assuming Fuxi and his group would intervene. However, they had not expected Ye Chen to neutralize such power—enough to slay a High-tier God-Emperor—with a mere casual gesture. This absolute composure startled many, causing them to turn their gazes toward Ye Chen, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

“Hmph?” Elder Hanfeng frowned, his face slowly darkening. He sneered, “So you possess some skill. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. But even if you are a favored son of heaven, you will be buried here today!” As he spoke, the white light between his fingers intensified, and he brought his palm crashing down.

This palm strike mobilized all the airflow in the plaza, compressing it within his hand until it slowly formed a vast, elephantine palm that blotted out the sky, pressing down with a deafening rumble.

Ye Chen looked up. Through the blinding white radiance, he could vaguely discern that the colossal palm was morphing into the hoof of a giant elephant, carrying the force of a thousand mountains. Before it even reached him, the fierce, biting wind ripped his clothes from his body. His expression remained placid. Only when the giant elephantine hoof was about to descend did he slowly draw back into a horse stance, his five fingers clenched tight. With sounds like rapidly thumping beans, he roared and blasted out a heavy punch!

The momentum of the punch shook the heavens!

Everyone surrounding the plaza instinctively held their breath.

Then, Ye Chen’s entire body was swallowed by the white light.

BOOM!!!

The entire plaza vibrated slightly. After a moment, as the white light gradually faded, everyone present, including Elder Hanfeng, changed expression, staring in horror at the receding brilliance. Slowly emerging from the depth of the light was a figure in black robes with white hair, standing erect like a javelin, his fist retracted.

Swish.

The onlookers were deeply stirred. With the sheer power of that single physical punch, he had managed to shatter Elder Hanfeng’s direct assault. Though Elder Hanfeng hadn't used his full strength, he was, after all, a Peak God-Emperor, second only to a Civilization Lord—a powerhouse whose mere breath could trigger earthquakes and volcanic eruptions on a planet. Yet, Ye Chen, a mere Divine Spirit, had so easily negated such a fearsome attack. This degree of strength was alarming.

Fuxi, the Yellow Emperor, and Nü Chang standing nearby were also startled to see Ye Chen. They had already been struck dumb by the terrifying amplification of Ye Chen’s inherent secret arts, and now they found his physical body was equally monstrous. This was not the strength a Peak Divine Spirit should possess; perhaps fully half of the Peak God-Emperors present couldn't boast such terrifying physical power!

“Just how many times has this boy’s genetic amplification reached?!”

“Such terrifying strength—even the people of the Savage Bull Civilization couldn't achieve this!”

“No wonder he dared to come to the Ancient Peak at the Divine Spirit realm. He truly has capability. With this divine strength, outside of relying on mental attacks, he could fight an ordinary High-tier God-Emperor to a standstill in a frontal confrontation!”

The major civilizations began exchanging hushed comments among themselves, watching Ye Chen with keen interest, secretly trying to deduce the identity of this young prodigy.

“My turn,” Ye Chen glanced at Elder Hanfeng, then addressed the others arrayed above him. He stated coldly, “Leave your treasures, and I will let you go. If not, there won’t be a second chance to change your minds.”

Everyone present froze, then exchanged bewildered glances. Their expressions were a mixture of strangeness and doubt. Having witnessed Ye Chen’s previous methods, they no longer dared to treat him lightly, but hearing these words still struck them as overly audacious. Combined, the dozen or so civilizations present—even if the Patriarch of the Day Clan were here himself, he wouldn't dare speak so boldly. After all, two fists are no match for four hands; if pushed too far, they might resort to self-detonation with their full power, a force only the Nine Great Sovereigns, armed with Void Heaven Artifacts, could withstand.

“In all my years traveling, I’ve seen countless arrogant people, but never one who spoke such nonsense with a clear mind. You are the first,” a black-bearded giant declared, his sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed on Ye Chen, who sneered. “Young man, your trickery is far too childish!”

“Mouth…” The others merely smiled and shook their heads.

Ye Chen remained expressionless, saying no more. He simply took a step forward, his aura instantly surging. The suppressed energy of the Heavenly Dao Sutra within him rapidly unleashed, forming an energy vortex around his body. Lifting both hands, he activated the Mysterious Codex of Blazing Flames, swiftly condensing the Blazing God Hammer and the Gloomy Flame Shield, causing his entire presence to explode in power.

Following this, the energy from the self-detonation of the Nine Palaces Guardian of the Nine Palace Secret Codex was rapidly absorbed into his body, causing his internal energy to soar to nine trillion times amplification! If converted to God-Emperor energy, this was equivalent to a God-Emperor amplified by fifty billion times!

Everyone’s expression grew solemn, yet they didn't pay excessive attention, merely watching Ye Chen, estimating that with this level of internal energy amplification, he must have reached his limit.

“Burn! One Trillion!”

Ye Chen’s eyes turned cold. His life force burned frantically, transforming into boiling energy injected into his core. His muscles and blood raged, and wisps of crimson aura drifted from his pores, creating a powerful field around him that caused the very ground of the vast treasury to tremble slightly.

“What!”

“This—what kind of monster is this?!”

“Such dense energy! Heavens, how can so much concentrated energy exist within a single flesh-and-blood body?!”

The experts from the various civilizations erupted, their eyes nearly popping out as they stared at Ye Chen in his Blood God Mode, filled with disbelief. Ye Chen’s previous amplification of nine trillion times was already inconceivable for a Divine Spirit expert; even within the Ten Halls and Ten Kingdoms, cultivating such a talent would be rare. But unexpectedly, Ye Chen’s aura suddenly surged by an additional four trillion!

How terrifying was this?!

Just as everyone’s minds were reeling in shock, Ye Chen’s figure slowly moved. His blood-red hair whipped wildly as he streaked through the void like a crimson bolt of lightning, appearing phantom-like before Elder Hanfeng. Amidst the elder’s expression of terror, Ye Chen slammed his palm down, seizing his skull and crushing it violently!

Crack.

A Peak God-Emperor fell!

Ye Chen’s eyes blazed with murderous intent, and a golden imprint slowly emerged on his forehead. The instant this mark appeared, the energy within him surged tenfold again!

This was the racial talent of the Mental Civilization: the Wrath among the Seven Emotions!

Simultaneously, his eyes shimmered with gray-white vortices—this was Sorrow, another of the Seven Emotions! Anyone affected by Sorrow would have their power plummet tenfold! Ye Chen had cast the Wrath imprint on himself, and the Sorrow imprint upon the civilization experts in the sky. Everyone instantly felt their fighting spirit wane and their combat power drastically reduced.

Already stunned and dumbfounded by Ye Chen’s terrifying aura, and considering that Ye Chen’s mental state had reached the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Origin Realm—with almost no one present capable of surpassing his mental level—everyone succumbed to the Breath of Sorrow, their eyes glazed over, their spirits deadened.

Having skillfully utilized both imprints, Ye Chen effectively quadrupled his own strength. Combined with the Meteorite Profundity doubling all power, and the Blind Heaven Battle Technique quadrupling his martial skills, his figure now darted like a shuttle. He turned and cast a cold glance at the few remaining individuals near Elder Hanfeng, then flashed past them.

Thud, thud…

Several bodies stiffened, and plumes of bloody rain burst from their chests.

Ye Chen, like a ravenous wolf charging into a flock of sheep, swept his brutally cold gaze over the rest. Everyone present was shocked by the towering killing intent swirling around him. They hurriedly turned to flee, but the moment they moved, they were torn apart and slain.

Hen Litian, leading his subordinates, swiftly activated teleportation, scattering in all directions. But before they could get far, Ye Chen, tracking their energy ripples, caught up.

“Die!” Ye Chen’s eyes were flushed red with slaughter. He plunged into the crowd, wreaking havoc. His hands acted like iron pincers, gripping the necks of two Peak God-Emperor experts and twisting violently, ripping their heads clean off. Blood vessels and gore erupted like springs, and before their corpses could fall, Ye Chen kicked them, driving them straight through the chest, skewering them like meat on a spit impaled on his thigh.

This scene, resembling butchery in hell, terrified the remaining survivors, shaking their very souls as they scrambled to escape.

Ye Chen licked the warm blood from his lips, his long, unbound red hair flying, a cruel smile curling his mouth as he watched those rushing toward the treasury entrance. His body suddenly shot forward, propelled by the inexhaustible, surging energy behind him, reaching a terrifying velocity. Coupled with the D-times genetic amplification, his entire physique was as hard as iron, comparable to the durability of a Dao Artifact, feeling no pain even while enduring super-light speed travel.

“Die! Die! Die!”

Ye Chen’s eyes were savage as he tore apart the bodies of several experts fleeing toward the exit. Limbs, broken bones, and fresh blood splashed across the void, coating him entirely in gore, making him look like a god of slaughter emerging from a sea of blood and hell. His gaze was pitiless as he looked up toward Hen Litian and his group, who were preparing to dash into an adjacent passage nearby.