"Did you really think I fought with all my might?"
When these words were spoken, not just Cang Jitian, who was right in front, but even those watching were all struck with awe, staring with wide eyes and open mouths.
Could it be that what was shown earlier wasn’t Ye Chen’s true strength?
The Sun God, Fengg Wu, the Sea God King, and other True Kings each stood with expressions frozen on their faces, a look of disbelief and even a hint of dread as they gazed at the Combat Saint King, crowned with the two-colored Star Divine Crown.
Did he really not use his full strength?
Ye Chen’s lips slowly curled into a cold arc, sweeping over these Immortal True Kings, carrying a hint of mockery.
This scene was naturally caught by all the True Kings, and suddenly there was a tremor in their hearts, even they couldn’t help but reveal expressions of incredulous shock.
Could it be that the Combat Saint King hadn’t yet fought with his full strength, and instead held sothing in reserve?
Just thinking about it made these strong Immortal True Kings’ hearts race, with an unbelievable expression appearing.
How could this be possible?
Facing such a peerless enemy as Cang Jitian, though he hadn’t yet reached Great Perfection in Supre thod nor broken through to the Ten-layered Heaven, he was still very close.
Moreover, Cang Jitian was at the Saintly Treasure Fifth Layer Heaven, slightly higher than Ye Chen, otherwise Ye Chen wouldn’t have fought so fiercely that his flesh shattered.
But now various signs were proving that the Combat Saint King indeed seed not to have fought with full strength, but held sothing back.
What a terrifying realization this is?
Ye Chen chuckled coldly, neither affirming nor denying, as a seal left before the battle within him silently broke apart.
An even more boundless and abundant power of the Dao quietly filled his body. Though he didn’t intentionally release his aura, the montum unknowingly emitted was so oppressive that it seed the entire world might not withstand it and collapse completely.
"Is this real?"
Cang Jitian’s expression stiffened then, with so horror yet a bit of expectation, he looked at Ye Chen with a hint of fervor.
Originally, he thought there wasn’t much difference between a True King and a Supre Genius of the Ten-layered Heaven, otherwise Ye Chen wouldn’t have fought so hard, but now it appeared the Combat Saint King might really have hidden his strength.
And exactly how much of his strength was hidden, he didn’t know.
But with his keen spiritual sense, he could distinctly feel that the Ye Chen in front of him was far more terrifying than when they fought.
If it’s truly so, then the Ten-layered Heaven is indeed a worthy invincible path to pursue.
Ye Chen smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Brother Cang, though you and I are great adversaries on the path of the Human Emperor, I admire you greatly and know you’re exceptional. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have broken from your ntor’s path and forged your own. Without accident, you will certainly succeed the Supre thod and beco of the Ten-layered Heaven."
"By then, you will experience the true might of the Ten-layered Heaven. Today, when battling you, for fairness, primarily I used power at the True King Level."
Ye Chen indirectly admitted, then his eyes suddenly brightened many tis over, overshadowing the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, sweeping toward the distant True Kings with an icy gaze like an Ancient God overlooking, saying, "Do you really think I’m so easy to deal with? Try if you will, but the price is but one—"
"Death!"
Such calm and natural words were far more terrifying than any thunderclap, exploding across that piece of heaven and earth.
Even those ancient sages from the Ancient God Continent, sowhat distanced, perceived the tremor in their hearts; Ancient Saints and Heroic Masters were no exception, as even the Saints showed slight changes in expression.
For at this ti, they could all see that this mysterious genius could not only possibly be a great demon like Cang Jitian and others but that his power far exceeded what was imagined, suspected to be the legendary Combat Saint King nad Qian Yue.
Perhaps even surpassing the Saints.
The expressions of those True Kings changed drastically, as if facing a great foe, realizing the Combat Saint King was more terrifying than they had comprehended, feeling an unprecedented oppressive fear.
Is this the true might of the Mythical Tenth Layer Heaven?
No one knew, each fell silent, unsure if they were scared or simply kept silent under such overwhelming majesty.
Ye Chen no longer looked at them, his gaze swiftly swept over the powerful beings of the Ancient God Continent afar, more like the gaze of a deity, granting them imnse pressure.
Below Saints, even the Semi-Saints were struck as if lightning-struck, each like being hit by a mountain, pale and coughing blood, collapsing into the void.
The cultivators below the rank of Semi-Saint were a pitiable sight, each trembling so violently that their Primordial Spirits nearly shattered, leaving them to faint and collapse with blank minds.
It was as if a giant dragon was overlooking ants, high and aloof.
Even Saints felt as though a Saint Mountain pressed upon their chests, rendering them breathless.
Ancient Saints and Heroic Masters all experienced a quiver in their hearts, and even the Saint Lord felt so pressure at this mont.
What sort of Great Demon was this, seemingly more terrifying than other Great Demons?
Nonetheless, they were true Saint Lords, reigning over the world without fear, coldly eting its gaze, their vast Saintly Might rippling outward as they said, "What do you intend to do?"
Ye Chen looked at them indifferently, responding lightly, "I intend nothing, as long as you don’t make a move, I won’t either, avoiding unnecessary trouble. However, should trouble co knocking, I don’t mind eliminating it personally."
As the final word "kill" dropped, a tumultuous, overwhelming killing intent erupted from Ye Chen, sweeping through the sky, engulfing the Heavenly Universe.
The temperature of the entire world plumted instantly, piercing even the Saints with a chill that seed to seep into their bones.
Even those Saint Lords of the Ancient God Continent felt a wave of chill at this mont, revealing surprise and a hint of fear in their eyes.
They had no doubt that this Combat Saint King would indeed strike, harboring more dread for him than for any other Great Demon.
Fortunately, as he had stated, the Combat Saint King did not imdiately make a move. Casting a cold and indifferent glance at the strong figures of the Ancient God Continent, he spared them no further attention, allowing them a sigh of relief, drenched in cold sweat, as if having just returned from the gates of hell.
A crisis this deadly hadn’t been encountered for many years, yet today it was experienced anew in the presence of a young man.
Ye Chen then turned his gaze to Cang Jitian, giving a slight smile, and clasped his fists first: "Brother Cang, let’s part ways today, and we’ll et again another day."
"Qian Yue—no, it’s better to call you Brother Ye. This battle, though I lost, is an honor. Thank you for your guidance; listening to you is worth winning a hundred battles."
This was a heartfelt remark from Cang Jitian, who, though defeated by Ye Chen, was thoroughly convinced and grateful for Ye Chen pointing out a new path—the mythical path of the Ten-layered Heaven—a path he had almost abandoned.
Now, hope was erging once again, and he was determined to pursue it steadfastly, never to abandon it again.
Ye Chen smiled, glancing at all the True Kings and just about to turn to leave when his figure suddenly paused, looking towards the far horizon.
At that exact mont, a formidable and astonishing aura swept across the sky from that direction, revealing figures rapidly rushing towards the battlefield at a startling speed.
Chasing the stars and moon, within monts they would arrive here from thousands of miles away.
Ye Chen slightly furrowed his brow, sensing a surging killing intent. Clearly, those Ancient God Continent powerhouses pursuing them were filled with murderous intent, likely coming for them, the Great Demons.
Furthermore, each aura was quite significant, not inferior to that of a Saint Lord.
He detested trouble and, most of all, hated such nuisances, decisively choosing to turn and leave, leaving everyone montarily stunned.
Cang Jitian, the Sun God, and others remained calm, but the three Saint Lords originally present slightly changed their expressions, reluctant to see him leave, hoping for a clean sweep. Yet, recalling Ye Chen’s previous words brimming with killing intent, they hesitated halfway through a step.
After all, deep down, they harbored so apprehension.
However, after Ye Chen took half a step, he steadied himself again, looked at the immovable Cang Jitian and the other True Kings, and asked, "Are you not leaving?"
Cang Jitian shook his head, ingested several precious Pills, activated his Mystical Technique to draw vast energies from the void, rapidly restoring Divine Power, and said, "I don’t want to leave anymore. We’ve been hunted as Great Demons by these natives all along—though unafraid, the constant pursuit is botherso. Today, we will kill enough to deter these natives in one go."
Honestly, although each True King was incredibly powerful and had traversed the Ancient God Continent for the past two years, there were always fearless pursuers. The chase never ended.
Although all True Kings were fearless, they found it tireso. Today, with so many True King powerhouses gathered, they decided to temporarily set aside their differences for a joint strike to thoroughly eliminate formidable adversaries, as a ans of deterrence and to announce to the world.
Ye Chen, slightly surprised, smiled and stayed, saying, "Fine, I’ve been recognized anyway, might as well strike once and see if anyone on this Ancient God Continent can make wary."
Of course, excluding the mysterious Demon God Ruins.
In no ti, powerful figures cut through the sky, standing tens of miles away in the void, confronting them from afar.
No less than fifty Ancient God Continent powerhouses arrived here, and none were ordinary Saints. Among them, at least nine were Saint Lords.
Such a formation was unimaginably terrifying. Arriving there, they imdiately sealed the heavens, trapping the void, preventing the escape of the True Kings and other Great Demons.
A Saint Lord coldly declared, "Today, all Great Demons must remain here; not a single one may leave. Defy that, and die!"
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