The defensive power of the Red Matrix, no one knew it better than she did. Even if a powerhouse of Ye Chen’s caliber spent ten days and ten nights attacking it with everything he had, it would remain completely unscathed!

Yet now, it was torn apart in an instant! A terrifying, irresistible force surged down from the heavens, piercing through the Red Matrix before crashing down upon Ye Chen standing before her.

Under this invisible power, Ye Chen’s body slowly lifted from the snow. His bronze skin, amidst the swirling snowstorm, resembled the physique of an ancient war god—tall, lean, and perfectly proportioned.

“It actually worked…” Ye Chen thought secretly. He hadn't expected that by pushing his physique to its absolute limit while breaking through to the Divine Emperor realm, he would actually manage to breach the spatial barrier of the Snow Domain, sending a signal to the outside world, thus entering a state where his body could receive the torrent and transformation of Chaos power.

In this state, nothing could harm him for thirty seconds. “I never imagined the might of the Heavenly Dao Sutra was so immense.

The compression of primordial divine power by countless eons during the breakthrough created a commotion beyond estimation—certainly not simple arithmetic addition.” Ye Chen felt a suction above his head, as if being pulled toward paradise, while an energy vast as the expanse of the stars diffused thickly from the sky, slowly enveloping him. Just then—swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Three black dots suddenly appeared in the distant sky, one leading and two trailing. They had been thousands of miles away one moment, and the next they were hovering over the Ice Wind Valley, suspended in the air.

Every face among them was etched with shock, mixed with indignation. After a brief pause, they roared and lunged toward Ye Chen.

Gale howled. Killing cries crashed like thunder.

Ye Chen watched the three figures rushing toward him, his expression involuntarily shifting. The skin color and pupils of these three were markedly different from his own, not pale like the people of the Snow Kingdom.

Coupled with their peculiar and strange attire, they were likely the legendary Emissaries of the Snow Domain! And there were three of them right away!

Not only was Ye Chen surprised, but even the stunned Kame on the ground was momentarily dumbfounded. “He actually managed to break through?

Useless fool.” The majestic man walking last, whose black eyebrows were as sharp as blades and full of battle intent, glanced coldly at the dazed Kame below. He waved his hand slightly, and a tremendous force slammed down from the sky, surging toward Kame like an avalanche.

Boom! Kame’s body shuddered violently.

The instant she regained clarity, her beautiful face contorted in sheer terror and pain, desperate to cry out or beg, but as her mouth opened, her body disintegrated like scattered ash. A light breeze swept past, leaving not even a trace of blood.

The majestic man extinguished Kame with a casual gesture, not even blinking. He snorted, looked up at Ye Chen, his face cold with deep, chilling murderous intent.

“A mere ant, no matter who you are, you die today!” He flipped his hand, and an ancient, obsidian-black saber materialized. Gripping it, he cleaved through the empty air directly toward Ye Chen’s head.

Fffft! A dark arc of light, like a crescent moon, traced a beautiful trajectory through the air, striking precisely above Ye Chen’s crown.

Ye Chen’s pupils constricted momentarily before gradually relaxing. A faint, mocking smile touched his lips as he looked at the three figures, saying indifferently, “Is it you lot who sent that monster to kill me?” “Hmph!” The eyes of the leading, robust man turned cold.

Suddenly, a pair of immense wings unfurled from his back. The pure white feathers looked like exquisite artifacts, each feather appearing weightless, flawless in their beauty.

His tall form resembled a warrior angel, rising high. Beneath the dim sky, sounds akin to the chants of celestial Buddhas seemed to resonate around him.

His expression focused and grave. He slowly opened his palm, and a golden Divine Sword slowly materialized in the void before him, beginning first with the hilt, then rising inch by inch until it was fully formed and grasped in his hand.

The instant he gripped it, the golden Divine Sword suddenly scattered several beams of golden light, sharp as glittering, keen pupils. At the moment this golden Divine Sword appeared, the winds and clouds seemed to hold their breath.

“Sky, Judgment!” The winged man raised the longsword above his head, pointing directly at the firmament. His voice, majestic and deep, devoid of emotion, sounded as if ground from stone, echoing across the entire sky.

The golden Divine Sword burst forth with ten thousand rays of divine light, illuminating the entire pitch-black sky until even the distant horizon could perceive the radiant golden glow emanating from this spot. As the words fell, he suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt and then swept his hand down, like drawing a curtain.

The myriad golden rays contracted onto the sword, transforming into millions of needle-like beams of light, which were then cleaved down simultaneously, striking Ye Chen like a furious golden dragon, crashing down with a roar. The divine light split apart, then intersected into an ‘X’ shape, savagely slicing across Ye Chen’s chest.

Ye Chen’s pupils were illuminated to a brilliant, fiery gold, as if a glowing, radiating wall was pushing against him, engulfing his entire body. Long, long after.

Ye Chen finally opened his eyes, feeling as if an entire epoch had passed. He immediately noticed the dazzling golden light was gone.

His body remained utterly unscathed; he hadn't even felt the slightest trace of heat. Before him, the winged man’s face was so grim it looked as if water could drip from it.

The Divine Sword hung by his side, carrying an aura of profound sorrow and helplessness. Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, glanced mockingly at the trio, and then closed his eyes, already contemplating how to escape once the thirty seconds passed.

This was indeed a problem. He knew that even having broken through to the Divine Emperor realm and increasing his strength a hundredfold, he was absolutely no match for the Emissaries of the Snow Domain, let alone three of them.

As he pondered, the only woman among the three fixed her gaze upon Ye Chen. Suddenly, her eyes flashed with a strange light.

“If he can withstand even Shui Kong’s [Judgment], then our attack may well be futile. But I wonder, can this breakthrough’s protective state resist a mental attack?” Ye Chen snapped his eyes open from his contemplation.

Seeing the peculiar curve on the pretty woman’s lips, he felt an impulse to slap her dead. His expression darkened slightly; he looked distinctly unhappy.

Mental attacks were almost inescapable. Hypnosis from the Earth era was a fundamental form of mental assault, capable of altering a person’s consciousness.

Stronger forms could manifest illusions in the target’s mind and control their thoughts. No matter how powerful this protective state was, it could not guard against mental assaults.

Seeing Ye Chen’s gloomy expression, the pretty woman’s smile widened. She slowly stepped forward, her fingers moving rapidly.

Her normally pitch-black pupils instantly turned the clear, pure blue of water—clean and transparent, yet possessing an enchantingly bizarre quality. “Phantom Snow!” She curled her fingers, and a bolt of raw blue light shot toward Ye Chen like a laser beam.

At this moment, Ye Chen’s body was completely fixed in mid-air, passively receiving the gray-white Chaos current flowing down from above. His flesh, bone, and genes were undergoing fundamental change and metamorphosis; he was utterly unable to move.

He could only watch this blue beam hurtle toward his forehead. Ye Chen’s heart tightened almost to suffocation, his pulse hammering like drumbeats, his hands clenched tightly.

Just then, the surrounding scene suddenly slowed down immensely. All sound vanished, and the blue light, like a bullet, traced a slow, transparent arc, creeping closer and closer to Ye Chen’s forehead… A broad hand, as if reaching out from the annals of time, suddenly grasped the blue light.

All the strange transformations halted instantly, returning to normal. Ye Chen’s pupils contracted as he turned his head to look.

Standing before him, appearing from nowhere, was a towering figure. His massive frame, three times the height of an Earthling, exuded power like an ancient war god.

A soft black cloak draped his shoulders, and his arms were brimming with strength, inspiring confidence and hope. The faces of the winged man and the others instantly turned ashen.

Their pupils contracted deeply as they stared at this giant who had materialized out of thin air. Terror rapidly sprouted within them like young saplings, nearly bursting their ribcages, and a trembling sound escaped their lips: “H-how… Supreme.” The tall, imposing man swept a glance over the three before turning to face Ye Chen directly.

His face was chiseled and resolute, with deep-set eyes that held the brightness and wisdom of stars. His entire being radiated an aura of standing tall against the heavens, like an absolute, unrivaled sovereign!

As if he were Heaven itself! Ye Chen had only ever sensed this cold, restrained sharpness of spirit from one other person: his master, the Heavenly Dao!

However, there was a difference. While the Heavenly Dao’s aura was cold and arrogant, it was tinged with loneliness, isolation, and the melancholy of facing the world alone, shrouded in a faint aura of melancholy.

The man before him, however, was entirely a razor-sharp, unsheathed cold sword—utterly untouchable! “So that’s how it is…” The tall man looked deeply at Ye Chen before a look of sudden realization crossed his face.

A faint smile touched his cold lips. “I never imagined there could be such a miraculous secret manual in this world.

If I’m not mistaken, there was another person before who seemed to be the originator of this technique. I personally infused him with Chaos power back then.

I never expected to meet you here today.” He lifted his chin slightly. “Are you that person’s reincarnation, or his disciple?” Ye Chen’s heart pounded, but his expression remained composed.

He lowered his head and said, “The person you speak of is most likely my master, the Heavenly Dao.” “I see…” The tall man mused for a moment, then chuckled lightly. “What is your name?

You have done me a great favor this time; I must reward you with something.” He spoke entirely to Ye Chen, not sparing a glance behind him, offering his back to the winged man and the others. Showing one’s back to a friend is absolute trust!

Showing one’s back to an enemy is naked contempt!