The Treasure Pavilion was towering and magnificent, resplendent with gold and jade. All spirits manifested in a dreamlike illusion, accompanied by immortal energy shimring.
There were Space Laws, it was quite spacious, serving as the essential venue for the Emperor’s son of the clan to entertain distinguished guests. There was an immortal chanism perating the air, with one jade table after another, each corresponding to a throne, widely spaced apart, occupied by formidable individuals.
There were supre powerhouses from the three clans of humans, demons, and beasts, as well as the emperor rulers of empires from the 36 empires, where Heavenly King Ancestors were seated, and so unprecedented ultimate experts of the Ancient Emperor Continent, each exuding powerful qi chanism, becoming guests of honor.
When Ye Chen entered, all eyes in the Treasure Pavilion fell upon him.
Sitting at the central topmost position in the Treasure Pavilion was a dium-built young man, seemingly not tall yet possessing an unparalleled deanor, embodying the spirit of reigning supre over the Six Harmonies and Eight Desolates, unmatched in the world.
His hair was purplish, his pupils were eerily purple, like cold lightning spreading, making people dare not look directly.
He sat on the central Divine Throne, wearing a Divine Crown, draped in the Ten Thousand Spirit Subservient Robe. His whole being was surrounded by rosy clouds, exuding nobility, yet also projecting an aura of dominating the world, unrivaled and indomitable.
Just by sitting there, it seed as if he resonated with all Heavenly and Dao, like a Great Emperor gracing the mortal world, disdainful of the world.
He was none other than Di Wushuang, the host of this grand feast, the brother of Di Wuming, both sons of the Emperor Supre Saint, an imnsely formidable existence.
His gaze fell upon Ye Chen, and the intensity of it was as material as it was terrifying, making one dare not look directly, otherwise, the frightening scene of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking would appear, causing others’ Primordial Spirits to explode.
Additionally, beside him on either side were three tables slightly closer, occupied by two n and one woman, appearing extraordinary.
The woman looked just in her twenties, clad in the Green Lotus Immortal Robe, her cloud-like hair cascading like a waterfall, adorned with a rosy clouds crown, her skin like congealed fat.
Though her beauty might not surpass the Three Immortals, it was not far inferior, stunning the mortal world, yet appearing lofty, her outstanding beauty emotionless, as sacred and inviolable as millennium Profound Ice.
The man on the left jade table was tall, sitting there with dazzling golden light like violent waves, accompanied by blinding radiance, making one dare not look directly.
His expression was cold, as if a reincarnated Sun Monarch, in the blazing sunlight like a Divine Son, his body mountain-like, constantly staring at Ye Chen, with emotionless indifference.
The other man, though equally tall, was clad in pitch-black combat armor, exuding a qi chanism that could freeze all of the world, crowned with a Bright Moon Divine Crown, like a ruler in the night, representative of darkness.
Upon seeing these three, Ye Chen imdiately understood that they were, as expected, the legendary supre experts of the Supre Saint Palace, Sun God Dynasty, and Dark Night Ancient Palace, each so young yet unimaginably powerful.
What concerned him most was the Supre Saint Palace, which he always thought was synonymous with the Emperor Clan.
However, it now seed there was a certain distinction between them.
Indeed, the waters of the Ancient Emperor Realm ran deep, not sothing easily comprehensible.
Di Wushuang’s gaze carried the terrifying spectacle of the sky collapsing, nodding slightly towards Ye Chen, he smiled and said, "It’s my honor that the Combat Saint King could take ti to attend this feast."
"Naturally."
Ye Chen was composed, cupping his fists towards Di Wushuang on the central throne, then led the Three Immortals, Peacock King, Yiyi, and Little Divine Dragon to an empty jade table.
"Hold on."
At this mont, the young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty spoke, coldly regarding Ye Chen’s group, and with a sweep of his sleeve unleashed a sea of immortal fire, directly sweeping towards Ye Chen and his group, stating, "Though Brother Wushuang invited you, not everyone is qualified to enter the Treasure Pavilion for the feast. Those unrelated dare to enter our hall, it is a cri; and you, bringing everyone inside, it is a grave cri. Now all of you, leave at once, return to the outside."
This was a terrifying Divine Fire, encompassing Dao Fire, ford from real Principle Runes, enough to incinerate everything, an unstoppable force against which even supre powerhouses could not withstand for long, or they’d be scorched to char.
Many present changed their expressions; this young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty was truly formidable.
However, whether it was the three clans’ strongest or those empire rulers, hidden super experts, all watched without expecting Ye Chen to be killed. Instead, they watched the scene with interest.
Ye Chen rely swiped his sleeve, without the vast Dao Wave, yet visibly collected all the Divine Fire impacting him, making everything vanish into thin air.
This thod made so terrifying presences on the scene narrow their eyes slightly, looking at Ye Chen with seriousness.
The young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty also cast Ye Chen a deep look but did not strike again, seemingly as if recognizing Ye Chen’s identity.
The Peacock King, however, was enraged, his expression darkened, and he said, "People of the Sun God Dynasty? Acting without permission, you are truly impudent. Is this how the Sun God Dynasty conducts itself?"
"Shut up!"
The young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty shouted, his voice shaking heaven and earth, his golden hair dancing, piercing layers of void.
He stood up like an ancient god gracing the mortal world, overlooking the Peacock King, saying, "Do you want to die? I can fulfill that right now."
BOOM—
The young supre powerhouse, like a reincarnated Sun Monarch, suddenly attacked, shaking the skies, transforming into a golden light descending in front of the Peacock King, launching the Sun Fist, with layers of heavenly sun rising, endless immortal fires burning everything.
Peacock King stood unyieldingly unafraid, though having failed in reincarnation, he remained a king, having reached the heights of his generation in the Void Dao, surpassing even the Emperor’s son in this Dao.
On his body, one Space Gate after another appeared densely all over, as if connected to the Heavenly and Myriads of Worlds, directly diverting the attacks from the young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty into the Space Gates.
This was an astonishing thod, far exceeding imagination, revealing the profound mastery the Peacock King had over the Void Dao.
As the Peacock King counter-attacked, a Big Stone Breaking Hand struck out, annihilating the skies.
BOOM—
The young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty t the attack with his fist, explosive with blinding Sun God Light, clashing with the Big Stone Breaking Hand, releasing divine light that obliterated all, shattering the skies.
During this ti, the Peacock King retreated a few steps, a muffled groan escaping, a trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth, his expression slightly pale.
He had, after all, failed in reincarnation, his foundation unstable, while the young supre powerhouse of the Sun God Dynasty was imnsely powerful.
The opponent pursued the advantage, carrying a Divine Fire Sea ford of runes, overwhelming everything, striking at the Peacock King, coldly saying, "Just a small demon who failed in reincarnation, dare to strike at ? Now suffer a lesson you’ll never forget."
BOOM—
Yet at this instant, Ye Chen suddenly appeared before the Peacock King, standing firm like a mountain!
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