A Chaos Realm martial artist was defeated and forced to flee by Ye Chen!
But, can he truly escape?
With one punch, Ye Chen struck Bai Yuhuang squarely on the head.
With a thunderous explosion, Bai Yuhuang’s body shattered into a cloud of blood mist, slowly dispersing…
This Chaos Realm martial artist, who had shaken the entire Divine Kingdom, finally fell!
A transparent shadowy figure, its face filled with extreme terror, flew out from the blood mist, seemingly trying to escape Peak of Myriad Gods!
But just then, a Black Hole manifested out of thin air, and countless transparent hands reached out from it, dragging Bai Yuhuang’s divine soul into the abyss!
“Spare me! Spare me!!!”
Faintly, his mournful wails echoed in everyone’s ears.
As Bai Yuhuang’s divine soul vanished, his gaze landed on Ye Chen’s figure, his pupils dilating.
He noticed that surrounding Ye Chen appeared a monstrous blood dragon.
Its cold, piercing eyes locked onto him.
It was as if facing a Supreme God.
Suddenly, Bai Yuhuang realized something and his eyes widened: “Ye Chen is actually…”
However, before he could finish speaking, he vanished completely into the darkness.
This was the Curse of the Peak of Myriad Gods!
The entire world fell into complete silence.
No one had anticipated this outcome.
The half-year agreement had concluded in such a shocking manner.
The Hall Master of the Dragon Suppressing Palace, a fifth-level Chaos Realm powerhouse with hidden trump cards, had actually perished at the hands of a Disaster Slaying realm martial artist.
It was utterly baffling.
And this battle would undoubtedly enshrine Ye Chen as the young legend of the Seventh Divine Nation.
It also signaled to the other Six Divine Nations that the Seventh Divine Nation was not to be dismissed.
Yet none noticed, hidden in the shadows of the arena stage.
Two figures stood there, their eyes burning with rage.
These two were Lin Juelong and the Ling Family Patriarch, Ling Wuji.
Beneath his black robe, Lin Juelong’s energy was chaotic to the extreme, and his pupils glowed green.
Runes flickered around him.
It wasn’t the Ancient Divine Body.
Yet faintly, it seemed to be a fusion of several Ancient Divine Bodies.
Utterly bizarre.
Ling Wuji’s expression was heavy: “Juelong, Ye Chen’s battle is simply horrifying.”
“You might not be his opponent.”
“Originally, I thought we could enact our long-planned revenge, but now it’s clear we’re not even qualified.”
“What kind of monstrous being is this boy, capable of achieving such inconceivable feats?”
“I once sought to avenge Ling Jiuxiao, but now it seems we must put it aside.”
“Otherwise, certain death awaits us.”
Yet, beneath his black robe, Lin Juelong suddenly broke into a sinister laugh.
He clapped his hands.
As though he were celebrating Ye Chen.
“Juelong, what are you doing?” Ling Wuji asked in astonishment.
Suddenly, Lin Juelong stopped clapping, his fierce face and eyes brimming with murderous intent tightly staring at Ye Chen:
“The stronger he becomes, the more thrilling this is, isn’t it?”
“We have already devoured ten Ancient Divine Bodies, and the nourishment they provide to my physical and spiritual cultivation is euphoric.”
“Even if Ye Chen is strong, could he truly surpass the power of my devouring?”
“For now, though, confronting Ye Chen directly is unwise.”
“I still need to devour a revived ancient expert!”
Ling Wuji was stunned, his expression uneasy: “Juelong, that’s madness. How could we even begin moving against a revived ancient expert!”
“We’d be annihilated before even making a move!”
“Don’t go insane!”