Yao Yuekong's Heaven and Earth Manifestation manifested, like a mythical demon immortal. Stars flickered in his eyes, his bronze body agile as a dragon. His gaze shot a terrifying light. With a wave, he unleashed a fearso ancient technique at Ye Chen.
The other seven followed suit. As top prodigies of their generation, they had keen insight and confidence. They saw Ye Chen's punch, seemingly ordinary, was amplified by a profound technique—possibly the Multiplier Secret.
The Heavenly Emperor used it to defy odds, slaying stronger foes. As his heir, Ye Chen had it made sense. If that punch triggered the Multiplier Secre, Ba Wang's instant death wasn't surprising. The secret was fearso but triggered rarely—once in tens of thousands. If they struck together, swiftly killing Ye Chen, it'd be over.
"Heavenly Emperor's heir, my Demon God Eye is the myriad races' greatest, no less than Heavy Pupils. Today, I'll make my na with you!" a prodigy from the myriad races declared.
Beyond his two pupils, two more eyes on his forehead opened, surging with divine power, forming a massive demon god charging Ye Chen. Another prodigy, glowing with divine light, unleashed a devastating ancient technique.
"Transforming Heaven Technique!"
"Feather Transformation Deity Chant!"
"Heavenly Dao Chains…"
"Reincarnation Seal…"
So unleashed terrifying techniques. Others wielded mighty Extre Dao Weapons.
The Heavenly Demon Body was most fearso, his towering Heaven and Earth Manifestation pointing at Ye Chen. Each was their race or faction's most gifted, strongest cultivator. Their combined assault was cataclysmic.
The void collapsed, the divine peak crumbled, the area turning into a wasteland, an apocalyptic scene. Their overwhelming might affected the entire second realm. Many cultivators snapped their eyes open, staring toward the battlefield, wondering what happened.
Spectators retreated frantically, fearing the fallout. They watched Ye Chen, besieged in the center, sweating for him. Even the Heavenly Emperor's heir, surrounded by so many peak Holy Master-level powerhouses, seed dood.
On the chariot, sensing the killing intent, Luo Bingling froze, feeling impending doom. She prepared to rise, her golden armor blazing. Her vertical pupil opened, ready to carve a path, leading Ye Chen from the center to fight together.
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But as her hips left the seat, a force on her waist pressed her back. Feeling the hand still rubbing her navel gem, she gaped in disbelief. About to die, and he's still touching? Was he mad? She wanted the Dao Cauldron, not death!
Despite the terrifying onslaught, Ye Chen remained unfazed. He raised one hand, conjuring a peculiar technique. A strange power surged, silencing the world. The devastating divine techniques before him quieted, then dissipated into nothingness. No trace of power remained.
The crowd gasped. Eight prodigies' fearso techniques, neutralized so effortlessly? The Heavenly Emperor's heir had too many profound skills! So prodigies, well-versed, paled.
This was the Myriad Transformations Holy Art from the Indestructible Heavenly Art capable of dissolving all secret arts. Did the heir also inherit the Devouring Female Immortal's legacy? And mastered it to such a degree? Was he her heir too?
The thought was dismissed. The Heavenly Emperor once killed a perfected Chaos Body of the Devouring lineage. As his heir, Ye Chen inheriting part of it was reasonable.
Still, the crowd was shocked. Dissolving their ultimate killing techniques ant his Myriad Transformations Holy Art was near perfection. His talent was absurd.
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After unleashing the art, Ye Chen's rear void trembled. A double-headed golden war staff, crimson in the center with nine dragon carvings, was summoned. Its killing aura shook the surroundings.
The prodigies' Extre Dao Weapons froze mid-air. They were stunned. They knew Ye Chen had two supre Extre Dao Weapons. But these prodigies, backed by great forces, wielded their clans' supre Extre Dao Weapons too. Yet they were suppressed together—unbelievable.
"Armant Secret!"
"The Heavenly Emperor's heir mastered the Armant Secret to an unimaginable level!"
The crowd gasped, faces shifting. They began to fear him. Top-tier techniques were nurous, but the best were hardest to master. Techniques like the Battle Secret or Movent Secret—many spent lifetis without reaching mastery. Yet Ye Chen's techniques were all at unimaginable heights. Too unreal.
So of the eight considered retreating. They didn't want to fight. Ye Chen, with techniques at their peak, was too terrifying, even if the Multiplier Secre didn't trigger again.
But Ye Chen, after neutralizing their attacks, counterattacked. Chaos flowed in his eyes, amplified by his enhanced physique. A blinding divine light shot from his gaze.
Instantly, the Demon God Eye prodigy exploded. A Second Heaven, with domain, soul, and body united, had imnse vitality. Yet he fell in one strike.
Simultaneously, divine light blood from Ye Chen's heart. A terrifying aura of heavenly tribulation descended. A colossal hand crushed three prodigies into oblivion.
Ye Chen's hand then wove True Dragon and True Phoenix Treasure Techniques. His mastery was supre, wielding both simultaneously with one hand.
Nine mountain-like True Dragons and Phoenixes materialized, charging three prodigies. They tried to flee, but Ye Chen's Heavy Pupils locked them in his Pure Land, trapping them briefly.
As the dragons and phoenixes stord the Pure Land, the heavens shook, dazzling light nearly blinding all. When the chaos settled, nothing remained. All was annihilated.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded. With Ye Chen's right hand still in place, eight prodigies were reduced to one in a blink?
Unbelievable!
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