In the Heavenly Ruins Desolate Domain, Ye Chen found himself completely surrounded, with one formidable enemy after another relentlessly erging.
So were young-generation kings, while others were elder-generation super experts from the Saint Realm, undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with, renowned across the world, not to be trifled with. Each possessed strength at least on par with the Holy-grade.
Over twenty super experts appeared, forming a tight encirclent around Ye Chen at the center, placing him in what seed an inescapable death trap.
"To kill , you’ve really gone to great lengths," Ye Chen said, his gaze scanning the horizon and falling upon the shadow that had led him here. Among those present, only this figure was an enigma to him and the one he most dreaded. He spoke slowly, "It seems soone wants to use this situation to their advantage, to set a trap and kill here. Now tell , who are you?"
His eyes blazed intensely, undimd even in the face of so many powerful opponents surrounding him, nor by the erging killing array. He showed not a hint of fear, remaining suprely confident even as he inquired about the person’s identity.
Boom—
Suddenly, a terrifying wave of gloomy mist swept through the heavens, engulfing the area with an unprecedented, dreadful chillness, coupled with an aura of death that was in complete isolation from the vitality of life.
It was the presence of the Undying Sacred Land Lineage. Ye Chen felt a familiar aura within it, causing his pupils to contract slightly.
The shadowy figure slowly turned around, his black robe exploding outwards as a young man clad in battle armor appeared.
The man was in his mid-twenties, exceedingly handso, but his face was unnaturally pale, betraying an ill look. However, his eyes burned brightly, as attention-grabbing as torches.
Dressed in a black Nether Armor, the dark fabric shimred with a cold crystalline essence and a distinctive tallic luster, lending him a formidable presence.
His physique was robust and well-proportioned, exuding a commanding aura like a Death God stepping forth from hell, untouched by dust. His entire being was shrouded in a pitch-black mist of silent death.
"It’s indeed you, Undying Young Master!" Ye Chen said each word deliberately, filled with weighty resolve.
The Undying Young Master was a young True King from the Undying Sacred Land Lineage, and like Ye Chen, the Sun God, and Yuan Yang God King, he was a peerless figure of the True King Level of his ti, evidently another who sought the Supre thod through resurrection and reincarnation.
His arrival beca the center of this realm, serving as the leader of those gathered. Though his face was bloodless and his body roiled in a tumult of gloomy mist, a terrifying aura surged, causing even the void itself to shudder.
It had to be said that you, Undying Young Master, are a suprely strong figure of the young generation, no weaker than the Sun God and other resurrected True Kings, extrely powerful. Standing tall in the sky, facing Ye Chen, with tangible beams emanating from their gazes, they forged Dao Swords across the expanse, clashing with a tallic ring and tearing the heavens asunder.
Two fearso auras unfolded slowly between them, causing the earth and sky to tremble uncontrollably, shifting the expressions of the other mighty figures who quickly retreated.
The Undying Young Master’s extraordinarily handso face bore a hint of coldness as he spoke indifferently, "Combat Saint King, I’m truly delighted to see you again. Unfortunately, you only have one path left—death, just like back then."
Ye Chen’s expression remained unchanged, his response icy, "Back then, if it hadn’t been for the ancient Great Powers of your Undying Sacred Land interfering, do you think you, neither human nor ghost, could have killed ? Even when I was attacked by several True Kings, didn’t I chase you down relentlessly?"
Speaking of the past, the Undying Young Master’s expression darkened, a humiliating mory for him, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Back then, you rely broke through a Great Realm, attracting the bombardnt of the Endless Heaven’s Thunder. But can you still do the sa now? Laughable, today, your death is certain."
Ye Chen asked, "Where are they?"
"They" naturally referred to people like Li Taixu and Yang Wushuang.
"They?" the Undying Young Master sneered coldly, "I rely set a trap for you, and I can’t believe you really fell for it. How laughable. Even though you, Combat Saint King, are strong, you also have such a weakness—too sentintal."
Ye Chen understood that the items luring him here, though belonging to individuals like Li Taixu, could very likely have been collected from the Tiandu Continent, carrying their essence and thus attracting Ye Chen.
Trapped in the Heavenly Ruins, Ye Chen’s mood wasn’t too bad; at least those old friends hadn’t been captured by the Undying Young Master, which would have been a real trouble.
Ye Chen first glanced at the Undying Young Master, then swept his eyes over the others and nodded, "Quite a number of people, but do you really think these cats and dogs can trap , kill ?"
He laughed, appearing very arrogant, a mixture of pride and haughtiness, yet filled with absolute confidence.
These people were strong, with each of the younger generation being at least at the King-level, certainly on par with those of the Saintly Treasure Realm.
Naturally, the older generation was at least of this level as well, with so even at the Heroic Lord Level.
But who was he?
Combat Saint King!
This title alone was proof enough.
He looked down upon the world, not taking these young kings and the older generation of super experts seriously at all, treating them as if they were nothing.
Everyone grew angry. Was the Combat Saint King too arrogant? What did he an by treating them like cats and dogs?
"Now you are nothing but a beast in a cage, Combat Saint King," Zhao Wudao said coldly. "Do you really think you are still invincible?"
"A dying man, yet so talkative, truly laughable. Young Master, please make your move, activate this Killing Array and completely refine the Combat Saint King, turning him into the Holy Body Origin. If you refine it, you will surely break through to the Ten-layered Heaven Level," a King from Blood Sunset Valley suggested.
"Ignorant of death!"
Many people hurled cold words, staring at the Combat Saint King with murderous intent.
Figures were releasing icy killing intentions, sweeping towards the Combat Saint King trapped in the center.
And in this domain, a terrifying Killing Array appeared, with Dao Traces intertwining and runes exploding into existence one after another, all filled with an aura of slaughter, forming a fearso Killing Array.
The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor suddenly rushed forward, and his form enlarged, but it was only Qiao Zhuang in disguise—turned into a three-zhang-long Demon Flood Dragon, flicking its tongue and saying smugly, "Fellow Daoists, actually, I have nothing to do with this guy. I don’t know him. Please let leave, and I promise I’ll fly away imdiately. You can deal with him as you like; it has nothing to do with ."
It cut ties with Ye Chen quite bluntly, putting on a face that suggested it completely didn’t recognize him.
"..." Ye Chen was truly speechless, how did he end up knowing such a problematic dragon.
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