Eternal Holy Emperor

Under the shroud of the Chaos Tripod carrying Ten Thousand Layers of Chaotic Ancient Qi, Ye Chen grew ever more ethereal and unseeable, wrapped in a sense of mystery, yet he remained Immovable, quietly looking at the Emperor Clan’s Twelve Great Powers, without the slightest intention of dodging.

Seeing that the Combat Saint King actually had no intention of retreating, the Twelve Great Powers who had originally charged over all halted one after another, hesitating, all because this Combat Saint King was too monstrous, too terrifying; who knew whether he still had other shocking methods yet to be unleashed.

"A bunch of trash!"

Ye Chen barked coldly, utterly merciless, directly berating the Jiuyan Emperor Clan’s Twelve Great Powers as nothing but a bunch of trash; his voice even resounded through the entire Jiuyan Emperor Star, heard by countless living beings upon it.

The Jiuyan Clan Members of the Emperor Clan were all incomparably enraged. How mighty was the Emperor Clan, Eternal Immortal through the ages, flourishing across the whole Yu Zhou, yet now actually being scolded like this by a single person. Their strongest group of Emperor Clan experts were being called trash, making those Jiuyan Clan Members who prided themselves on the Emperor Clan Bloodline flowing within their bodies feel as though a resounding slap had landed across their faces—besides anger, there was also humiliation.

"Too arrogant!"

"This Combat Saint King deserves ten thousand deaths, to actually dare insult my Jiuyan Emperor Clan like this!"

"Great Power Ancestors of the clan, please strike at once and kill this Combat Saint King who deserves ten thousand deaths!"

"Slay him and nail his corpse upon the Star Pass, to proclaim to the whole Yu Zhou that the majesty of my Jiuyan Emperor Clan is not to be violated!"

Within the restricted heartlands of the Jiuyan Emperor Clan, countless clan members were roaring in fury, and even those famed seniors and elders were enraged.

Outside the Jiuyan Emperor Clan, upon the full Star countless living beings all felt their hearts tremble. This Combat Saint King was truly overbearingly strong, to actually berate the Immortal Imperial Family of Jiuyan like this. Since ancient times, there had never been one who dared such a thing; even the Ancient Monarchs likely would not dare berate a dignified Immortal Imperial Family so.

In the Spirit Heaven Sea Domain, there was a powerful nation that had risen within the last twenty years—Xi Country.

Back then it was merely a slightly stronger country among the nearby Hundred Countries, and although there was a Saint sitting in town, it was far from enough to dominate the surrounding Hundred Countries.

However, after the then Prince of Xi Country, Yanz Wushuang, ascended the throne, he rose at an astonishing pace. In just twenty short years, he used iron-blood methods to reorganize Xi Country from top to bottom, and then dispatched troops to campaign against the nearby various countries, annexing seven nations in one stroke, becoming one of the strongest among the nearby powers of the Spirit Heaven Sea Domain.

The new Emperor of Xi Country, Yanz Wushuang, though still young in years, rose like a comet; in just twenty years he had Transcended the Divinity Transformation Realm and in one fell swoop achieved the strength of the Saintly Treasure Realm.

Such an achievement—needless to say being the youngest Saint among the nearby Hundred Countries—even when looking across the vast Jiuyan Continent and its many outstanding young elites, he was absolutely ranked near the forefront, a peerless genius, young yet powerful, even in no way inferior to some veteran Saints who had stepped into the Saintly Treasure Realm for many years.

Moreover, this Emperor of Xi Country had extraordinary means. He was not only a young Saint, but also held absolute dominion within Xi Country. In every city, every town, even every village of the realm, statues of him stood erect, and the entire nation was only allowed to worship and place their faith in him alone.

Over these years, by all sorts of extraordinary methods, he governed Xi Country—which had expanded severalfold—into perfect order, the nation prosperous and the people at peace. Countless commoners and subjects worshiped and believed in him from the depths of their hearts, viewing him as the only Divine Land.

Within the imperial palace of Xi Country, Yanz Wushuang, once the Crown Prince and now the Emperor, sat lofty upon the imperial throne, draped in dragon robes, naturally emanating a supreme and unparalleled aura of majesty. Below the great hall, all civil and military officials submitted and bowed, reverent from the heart.

Upon the imperial throne, Yanz Wushuang ignored the civil and military officials. Instead, he lifted his increasingly dignified face; between his brows there was an Inner Essence of boundless power—that was a mighty Power of Faith, just as he had once said, being meticulously studied and wielded by him.

His gaze pierced through the great hall, seeing the situation in the Outer Domain, seeing his Master. Even though over these years his Cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, he still maintained a heartfelt awe toward his Master.

For during these years while he was annexing various countries, founding great endeavors, and constantly cultivating, he was also secretly gathering information about his Master.

The more he learned, the more he felt his Master was unfathomable, to have such renown in that endless starry sky.

And now his Master, whom he had not seen for twenty-five years, appeared once more, actually suppressing the Immortal Imperial Family of Jiuyan alone, and fearlessly calling them trash.

How overbearingly tyrannical must that be, overlooking the world, divine radiance soaring, even making a steady and dignified figure like him unable to stop his blood from boiling.

Such an invincible figure was precisely what he had always pursued and yearned for.

He longed greatly to stand at his Master’s side and fight shoulder to shoulder. Yet he also deeply felt a sense of powerlessness; as strong as he was now, in the eyes of a being at his Master’s level he was still just an insignificant ant, fundamentally unable to assist his Master much.

Yanz Wushuang’s fists clenched tight, his resolve growing ever firmer to unify the Jiuyan Emperor Clan in this life, then rule the Great Universe, and with the Power of Faith achieve the Supreme Emperor.

Master, please wait for my growth!

On the other side, far off in the Outer Domain, hearing Ye Chen’s words naturally also made Yanh Cangqiong and the Emperor Clan’s Twelve Great Powers quake with boundless fury. Yet facing the unfathomably deep gaze of the Combat Saint King, hidden within Ten Thousand Layers of Chaotic Ancient Energy, their hearts trembled again and again.

In the final analysis, this Combat Saint King was simply too monstrously terrifying, having made even an Invincible such as the Eternal Sword God suffer a downfall, let alone them. Although at this moment he was very likely in a weakened state, who knew whether he still had any trump cards.

Precisely because of this, they actually did not dare step forward for the moment, not even a single small step.

"They truly are all trash!"

Ye Chen sneered coldly once more, making the Emperor Clan’s Twelve Great Powers even more enraged. Among them, there was even a Third Layer Heaven Great Power who wanted to charge up, but the instant he met Ye Chen’s icy and merciless gaze, the raging fury in his chest was doused as though by a basin of ice water, vanishing in an instant, and even his spine felt chilled.

Facing such a Strongest Young Supreme Great Power, even one as mighty as the Eternal Sword God had been caught off guard and suffered a loss; let alone him, if he stepped forward there was likely only one path—instant death.

Rumble—

At this moment, the void that had fallen into great Destruction finally recovered.

Within it, a figure slowly appeared, his whole body drenched in blood, with droplets of fresh blood continuously dripping down, yet each drop transformed into various Abnormal Phenomena and Dharma Forms, manifesting between heaven and earth, roaring at the Changkong.

It was the Eternal Sword God, who had not fallen, walking out step by step, leaving bloody footprints.

Such was his might that even a single drop of his blood contained unimaginable power, capable of transforming into all things under heaven, giving rise to ten thousand Dharma Forms.

The Eternal Sword God’s gaze swept coldly over Ye Chen, and he said, "What a Combat Saint King—truly beyond this seat’s expectations, to actually make this seat bleed."

Within the bland words, anyone could hear that boundless killing intent!