Eternal Holy Emperor

Yes, Ye Chen never intended to make these three individuals his followers.

The killing intent these three thought they had concealed could not escape Ye Chen’s awareness. As a Chaos Young Supreme, his senses were exceptionally sharp, how could he be oblivious?

Three individuals who would betray at any suitable opportunity, even if they were Young Supremes with unparalleled potential, could never be allowed by Ye Chen to become his followers. They would be like hidden bombs by his side, something he refused to tolerate.

The best solution wasn’t to make them followers, but to turn them into slaves, slaves marked with a Divine Soul Mark.

Facing Ye Chen’s icy expression, the three Young Supremes like Mo Haishen felt an overwhelming dread. Among them, Luoo Guyun’s scalp tingled as he spoke, "Combat Saint King, what do you intend to do?"

"What do I intend to do? Enslave you all!"

Boom, boom, boom—

From the center of Ye Chen’s brow flew out three Chaos Lotuses, emitting brilliant Chaos Light, swiftly embedding into the brow-point Mud Ball Palaces of the three individuals.

The Divine Soul Miniatures of the three Young Supremes quickly unfolded their strong Divine Soul Defenses, ready to resist, but Ye Chen’s voice suddenly exploded, chilling them to the core: "If you don’t want to die, release your Divine Soul Defenses, allow the Chaos Soul Lotus to be planted into your Divine Soul Miniature, otherwise, I don’t mind killing you with a mere thought."

Hearing this, all three Young Supremes trembled intensely, realizing that these so-called Chaos Soul Lotuses were probably a kind of Divine Soul Mark. Once successfully planted into their Divine Soul Miniatures, they would be completely enslaved, becoming Divine Soul thralls of the other party.

Yet if they resisted, with the Combat Saint King’s disposition, he would surely use overwhelming force to kill them.

Thus, the three Young Supremes found themselves struggling between life and death.

If they resisted, they would definitely be killed by the Combat Saint King, with not even a glimpse of hope to escape.

If they didn’t resist, they would have a slave Divine Soul Mark planted, becoming steadfast thralls of the Combat Saint King, their life and death controllable with a mere thought.

However, reaching their level of cultivation was no easy feat, with boundless prospects lying ahead. Facing death, severed from it all, eternally falling into oblivion, how could they be so willing?

Yet to become another’s thrall, with the dignity of a Young Supreme, how could they willingly accept it?

"Combat Saint King, don’t think you can enslave us. Let’s all rise against, flee separately, I refuse to believe the Combat Saint King can simultaneously hunt down all three of us!"

At that moment, Zhao Tiange was the first to stand and resist. Despite his stalwart and large appearance, as he brought out a guzheng and played it, there was a graceful scholar’s elegant charm.

The melodious music resounded, yet carried with it a powerful Divine Soul Attack, transforming into a vast Divine Sea in the void, surging down, engulfing Ninth Layer Heaven. However, it was illusory, bursting forth from his Mud Ball Palace, even forcibly dispelling the Chaos Soul Lotus Ye Chen unleashed, making it difficult to approach for the moment.

Swish—

Meanwhile, after repelling the intrusion of the Chaos Soul Lotus, Zhao Tiange’s powerful chaos-like sea roared forward, shaking the stars, attacking Ye Chen.

"A mere speck of light, daring to challenge the sun and moon!"

Ye Chen hummed slightly, terrifying light bursting from his brow, revealing a Heavenly Sword formed of condensed Divine Soul Power, resembling an Emperor Sword, cleaved downward.

Boom—

The Emperor Sword was boundless, one sword could divide Yin and Yang, cleaving the illusory, vast ocean of Divine Soul Attack in two.

Zhao Tiange’s face turned deathly pale, spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood, yet seizing this opportunity to turn and flee, dashing into the distance.

Ye Chen did not pursue in body, yet with a palm strike into the void, creating a palm-sized black hole, a boundless Palm Strength swiftly chased through the endless space turbulence, crossing the long sky, catching up with Zhao Tiange in an instant, a massive handprint appeared above his head.

Under the handprint, all time and space were imprisoned, Zhao Tiange’s form was completely halted, immobile, even his Divine Soul Miniature was momentarily frozen, thoughts unable to flow.

Time-Space Handprint!

Boom—

The Time-Space Handprint suddenly descended, even without allowing the Chaos Soul Lotus to continue its entry into Zhao Tiange’s Divine Soul Miniature, it directly descended.

Boom—

Space-time collapsed, Zhao Tiange turned to dust, his form and spirit destroyed, nothing remained.

This scene instilled tremors in the other two Young Supremes, who had initially thought of escaping with Zhao Tiange.

Even with separate escape attempts, the Combat Saint King could effortlessly slay all three Young Supremes.

This was the invincible might of the Combat Saint King!

Swish—

Ye Chen turned his gaze towards Mo Haishen and Luoo Guyun.

Buzz—

The two Young Supremes were utterly terrified, filled with despair and helplessness, they had no choice but to completely release their Divine Soul Miniature’s defenses, allowing the two Chaos Soul Lotuses to embed into them, transforming into countless threads of Chaos Soul, permeating every corner of the Divine Soul Miniature.

Ultimately, the Divine Soul Miniatures of the two Young Supremes were enveloped in strands of Chaos Light, which eventually disappeared completely.

The two Young Supremes were successfully enslaved by Ye Chen.

Of course, this was only because the two Young Supremes fully released their Divine Soul Miniature defenses, otherwise enslaving such Young Supremes would be exceedingly difficult, if not impossible, even for Ye Chen.

Exchanging a glance, both Mo Haishen and Luoo Guyun felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness in the depths of their eyes. Yet, towards Ye Chen, they couldn’t muster hatred, immediately kneeling in submission, respectfully saying, "Servant Mo Haishen (Luoo Guyun), greet the Master!"

"Good, good!"

Successfully subduing two slaves of Young Supreme level, Ye Chen was quite pleased. These Young Supremes, with potential beyond measure, could grow to become significant powers in the future, offering enormous support.

In the Trial Ancient City, many powerful beings marveled one by one. A confrontation concluded with one Young Supreme dead and two enslaved, underscoring the undeniable power of the Combat Saint King, a force no one dared to overlook.

The Old City Lord nodded, perhaps this Combat Saint King could truly be on par with the strongest Young Supremes like the Emperor’s sons and daughters.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen reached the Trial Gate of the Supreme Ancient Tower once again, this time, no one dared mock him anymore.

Boom—

Ye Chen suddenly shone all over, within him, an immense Dao Power surged, vigorously billowing, shaking the sky, causing even void to tremble.

In an instant, the previously motionless ancient tower’s gate shuddered, under the astonished gaze of many, it slowly opened, invitingly into its depths.