Before the gates of Dragon Phoenix Academy, twelve Immortal True Kings made their appearance.
There were those who had been reincarnated from the past generation, as well as those from the current generation. Each Immortal True King was as powerful as an Ancient God from distant tis, standing proudly in the sky.
Invisibly, they all released a terrifying majesty that coalesced into a fearso field, as if a million mountains were bearing down, causing the very void to condense and collapse.
The twelve Immortal True Kings faced each other, each one terrifyingly and overwhelmingly powerful, causing all other young talents to retreat one after another, not daring to approach.
Only the likes of Heavenly Eagle King, and a few other Holy Realm Kings, could rely on their Supre Cultivation to stand their ground, yet they too felt imnse pressure, looking grave and daring not to take this lightly.
Almost all the young elites in this area had been cleared out.
Yaya radiated brilliance from her being. She was already strong when she t Ye Chen over a decade ago, and after spending years in seclusion with the seed of the World Tree, one of the suprely noble creatures, she was not the least affected by the True King’s field, with only a faint glow circling her body, easily neutralizing the pressure from the True Kings.
Ruoxi was once known as the Fairy Xi, comparable to a Saint Lord three years ago, and with her Cultivation, naturally, she was not afraid.
As for Ye Chen, he stood at the forefront with deep, profound eyes, waves of mystery emanating from him that neutralized all the True King’s might.
But all this only surprised so people, as the distance between the trio wasn’t very close. Kings at this distance could achieve this, so it wasn’t particularly eye-catching.
The twelve Immortal True Kings confronted each other, their terrifying True King pressure invisibly colliding and rumbling loudly, tearing through the vast sky, causing chunks of the void to collapse.
The Sun God Man lived up to his na, with every inch of his body shining like a radiant sun, imnsely striking, he looked at the other Immortal True Kings and burst into hearty laughter, "Twelve Immortal True Kings gathering together, it’s unprecedented and truly extraordinary."
Undoubtedly, this was a world-catching assembly of True Kings, surpassing any in the past.
Yuan Yang God King was enveloped by ten Divine Rings, a dense Divine Radiance spilling out that veiled his form becoming a celestial mist that was impervious to sight.
He was extrely handso, like a Son of God, his light smile held a charm that seed to tilt the mundane world, "It’s rare for us all to gather. Do you all wish for a friendly sparring?"
As his words fell, the atmosphere in this world seed to tense by several degrees, drawing the focused attention of many talents of Ten Thousand Domains.
A battle between True Kings, it’s hard to say how many years it would take to witness one, as these individuals were still growing and preparing. Normally, they wouldn’t act at this ti, only when they truly beca invincible would they engage, starting the most intense contention for the Dao.
"It’s a rare gathering, although each of us is not fully prepared, we can still test each other out, consider it a prelude to the Human Emperor’s path," Yuan Yang King said with a light laugh, a smile that chard the world, emanating a charm that was impossible to dislike. Every strand of his hair danced with Divine Light.
"Do you really want to fight, Yuan Yang?"
A figure of surpassing grace appeared, veiled in Immortal mist, but exalted and noble like the most distinguished of Heavenly Immortals, with a five-colored radiance diffusing around her, her face masked with five colors.
Feng Wu!
The granddaughter of the Old Mansion Master of Ten Thousand Domain Mansion, the Heavenly Pride Girl with the stature of a True King, unparalleled in the world, on par with the Sun God and Yuan Yang God King, Supre True King’s Favored. She spoke coldly; though she was a woman, she exuded an extraordinary dominance.
"We can fight!"
Even the Ancient Demon God declared his readiness, a figure like a true Demon God unafraid of anything.
The other Immortal True Kings all revealed a fearless War Intent, ready to battle.
The crowd awaited eagerly. Was a battle between True Kings really about to comnce ahead of ti? Many young elites showed excited expressions.
However, after a standoff that lasted for so ti, the True Kings ultimately did not take action. They dispersed, each holding reservations, as it was not yet the ti to act.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise. The Sun God suddenly made a move against the Ancient Demon God, laughing heartily, "These people, one and two, are all too scared to act. Ancient Demon, let you and I have a match."
"Good!"
The True Kings collided in an instant, touching hands in the blink of an eye, and in that instant, there were hundreds of moves exchanged, dazzling with Divine Light, yet not tearing the void apart, all appearing ordinary.
The onlookers were all shocked because every move and style they used was exquisite and well-mastered, controlling their imnse strength within a certain range, hence the ordinariness.
Such was the terrifying control of a True King. Otherwise, even Kings would struggle to control their supre strength so perfectly, utilizing every bit to its fullest.
Without a doubt, the Sun God was exceptionally strong and surprisingly so, his actions as fast as lightning and thunder.
Boom, boom, boom—
Despite not employing truly world-shocking Divine Skills, all manner of small Daoist techniques were deftly executed. Each movent was a brilliant display, dazzling onlookers, but beneath the beauty lurked deadly moves that were hard to guard against.
Even the greatest of Kings found it challenging to withstand more than five moves from the Sun God.
This was where the true power and invincibility of a True King lay, far surpassing that of ordinary Kings, leaving many of them shocked and pale.
But what could one expect of the Ancient Demon God? His stature was on par with the Sun God—both were titanic True Kings who had lived two lifetis and were suprely powerful beings on the cusp of Great Perfection in their Supre thods.
He was god-like and demon-like, fearless in the face of everything. Utilizing various small Daoist techniques in his assault, he engaged in rapid exchanges of punches and palms with the Sun God, without resorting to Daoist Soldiers. The clash of their blows rang out, bathed in brilliant light, stirring the soul.
Although their bout did not result in a devastating collision that would obliterate the void, the peril involved was every bit as intense as a great battle. Both relied on their exquisite strength to deploy terrifying assaults within a limited range, drawing cheers from the crowd.
Other True Kings watched with intense concentration, and the elders and higher-ups of the Dragon Phoenix Academy were shocked. They recognized the dangers in the exchanges between the two, knowing that a slight misstep could gravely injure either party.
As the two True Kings fought, battle lust began to boil within other Kings, and they joined the fray, turning the duel into a chaotic three-way battle full of anomalies and eye-catching feats.
Boom, boom, boom—
With the intervention of an Immortal True King, other True King talents eagerly joined the lee.
In but the blink of an eye, all True Kings were swept into the fray. They lashed out, unleashing the most terrifying chaotic brawl of True Kings, capturing the rapt attention of the talents of Ten Thousand Realms with their spirits ablaze and eyes aglow with admiration.
This was the peak of the young generation’s combat, and even when they rely exchanged common skills, the engagent was profound and endlessly intricate.
Their exchanges were a showcase of Divine Arts and continual flashes of Immortal Light—each demonstrating perfect control of their power to the finest degree.
With a thunderous blast, Divine Power erupted, illuminating the vastness. The exchanges between the Kings grew more fervent, impassioning the younger onlookers to the point of wanting to step into their place and bask in the attention of thousands.
Feng Wu was unparalleled in her elegance, her phoenix eyes sweeping over Yuan Yang God King. Her delicate hand struck out, enveloped in a swirl of Five-colored Divine Light, exuding overwhelming might. Even a Saint, should she face them, would be smacked away without a chance of escape.
Yet Yuan Yang God King casually extended his slender, fair palm, which was shrouded in a layer of Divine Ring. Their palms collided, mutually annihilating each other, dissolving everything into nothingness.
The real danger had already vanished.
In the lee of Kings, each True King was an adversary that any among them would have to face, while simultaneously striking at several others.
The combat in the field was too spectacular for words, leaving every spectator both sated with excitent and contemplative of the gulf between themselves and the combatants.
Indeed, these were young True Kings, even their lesser exchanges showed such ticulous control, so perfectly mastered and diverse in techniques that even many Saints present might not manage the sa.
Boom—
The Kings collided in an instant, and the battlefield suddenly shifted. It seed as though it would sweep away the many onlooking talents of Ten Thousand Realms.
Many young talents imdiately retreated, but the twelve Immortal True Kings were too quick; many were caught entirely within the tumult. Although there was no killing intent, the aftershocks of the battles injured and sent them flying, unable to interject.
Even many Kings felt the sa, recognizing the vast gap between themselves and these Immortal True Kings.
Only the Heavenly Eagle King and so other Holy Realm Kings managed to stay unshaken, even inserting themselves into the fray near the end.
Suddenly, the battlefield swept towards where Ye Chen stood; five Immortal True Kings barreled through, shaking the ground with their clashes, erupting into fierce combat.
All other young talents fled at once, leaving only Ye Chen and his two companions.
"Scram!"
One True King spoke, his expression cold and rciless as Profound Ice. Amidst the battle, he showed no inclination to dodge; instead, a Five-colored Tree erged behind him, alternating between five different-colored Divine Swords as he slashed over.
It was a ruthless move; if Ye Chen and his companions could not dodge in ti, they would be slain, with no chance of escape, even for a Saint.
Just when everyone thought Ye Chen and his companions would be slain, Ye Chen suddenly stepped forward. His black hair whipping around like roaring black dragons, he unleashed a Divine Fist with a thunderous sweep, colliding with the attack. Uttering a single word coldly from his lips:
"Scram!"
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