Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

At that moment, Yu Xiaoran's apprentices couldn't help but exchange embarrassed glances.

The memory of their previous behavior made their faces burn with shame.

If Ye Chen hadn't intervened in time, they would have all met their end here.

As for the Realm Spirit and Song Yubing, they were already used to this.

The Realm Spirit's expression remained cold and impassive. Only Song Yubing stared, unblinking, at the battle in the downpour, a look of amazement occasionally flashing across her face.

Even though she knew Ye Chen's combat prowess was unmatched, witnessing his performance firsthand still filled Song Yubing, the proud scion of a great power, with sincere admiration.

Meanwhile, seeing his own offensive so easily deflected by Ye Chen, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's expression grew even fouler.

He had thought dealing with this arrogant brat would be child's play.

It turned out he had completely misjudged him.

'Just the Peak of the Spirit Sea Realm, and he can fight me to a standstill at Half-Step Divinity Transformation?'

'Just who is this guy?'

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's eyes flickered with suspicion and disbelief.

He no longer dared to underestimate Ye Chen. In Ye Chen's eyes, however, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch was hardly a threat.

As a demonic cultivator, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch was only slightly stronger than the Reverend of the Three Corpses and Old Demon Heart-Stealer. Despite being at the Half-Step Divinity Transformation realm, his true foundation and potential were worse than some cultivators at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Mansion Realm.

To say nothing of comparing him to an existence like the Undying Demon Lord.

Ye Chen felt no fear even before the Undying Demon Lord; how could a mere Cyan-faced Demon Monarch possibly pressure him?

"Die!"

Ye Chen took a sudden step forward, his body erupting in a brilliant cyan light as dense, cyan dragon scales spread to cover him completely.

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's gaze turned solemn. This time, he didn't dare show the slightest bit of arrogance. A vast wave of Spiritual Power swept out from him, and his every movement seemed to carry an immense might that could make one's very soul tremble.

Ye Chen's gaze was apathetic. He transformed into a streak of cyan light, vanishing into the night. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in front of the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch.

Then, Ye Chen raised his fist, now covered in cyan dragon scales. A violent power roared forth like a tidal wave, the sheer force of the punch causing the rain in a thousand-meter radius to vaporize!

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's expression faltered. He hadn't expected Ye Chen to also be a Body Cultivator; this punch exerted immense pressure on him.

He hurriedly performed a one-handed Sealing. Scorching ghost-fire flared up, threatening to incinerate everything in existence as it enveloped Ye Chen's body.

Cyan light flowed across the surface of Ye Chen's body, rendering the ghost-fire completely harmless. His fist continued, unstoppable, hurtling toward the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch. The deafening sonic boom nearly drowned out the sound of the torrential rain.

BOOM!!!

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's aura surged as he met Ye Chen's punch head-on.

His expression changed drastically, his aura fluctuating erratically.

In that instant, he felt as if an ancient Divine Mountain was crashing down on him. Even using every ounce of his strength, he felt utterly powerless against such terrifying might.

In a single exchange, the light enveloping the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch shattered. The Spiritual Power protecting his body was blasted apart by the punch. He stumbled backward, each step cracking the ground beneath his feet like a spiderweb.

As his final step landed, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch could no longer hold back and violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

That last step took him right into the downpour. His pristine, untouched state—where not a drop of rain or speck of dust could touch him—was finally broken. He was completely soaked by the torrential rain.

A single punch had heavily wounded the Half-Step Divinity Transformation Realm Cyan-faced Demon Monarch, leaving his aura weak and listless.

The power of a single punch was this terrifying!

A series of sharp intakes of breath echoed through the temple. Even Song Yubing's eyes widened in disbelief; she felt that Ye Chen was becoming more and more unfathomable.

The rain poured down. Ye Chen and the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch faced each other. An invisible force shielded Ye Chen from the rain, while the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch was soaked to the bone.

"How did you do that?"

"Why are you so terrifyingly strong?!"

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch clutched his chest, finally managing to quell the turbulent energy and blood within him.

It was no wonder he was so shocked and enraged.

The world has never been short of geniuses, and some with exceptionally strong foundations and potential can even challenge those in higher realms.

But for someone like Ye Chen to use the strength of the Peak of Primordial Mansion Realm to cross a realm and utterly crush him, a Half-Step Divinity Transformation Realm cultivator... He had never even heard of such a thing.

After all, even challenging opponents of a higher realm had its different tiers.

Some geniuses could fight an opponent from a higher realm to a standstill.

Other geniuses could suppress an opponent from a higher realm.

But only a genius among geniuses, like Ye Chen, could cross a realm and completely dominate an opponent, crushing them so thoroughly they had no chance to retaliate.

Seeing the rapidly shifting expression on the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's face, Ye Chen had no desire to continue the conversation.

"Speaking of which, why have the demonic cultivators been so active recently?"

"Do you know the Reverend of the Three Corpses and Old Demon Heart-Stealer?"

Ye Chen asked after a moment of thought.

Hearing this, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's pupils contracted. "Don't tell me their deaths had something to do with you?"

"So you really are with them?" Ye Chen said, slightly surprised. "Perfect. I'll send you to hell to join them."

A surging wave of Spiritual Power erupted from Ye Chen. To everyone's utter disbelief, the phantom of a resplendent golden Spiritual Sea materialized behind him.

No one had ever seen a Spiritual Sea with such a majestic aura. Its dazzling golden light was like a brilliant sun falling from the sky, illuminating the night and turning it bright as day.

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch was stunned by the sight, but he had no time to process it. An intense sense of crisis welled up within him, and he shouted, "Kid, do you have any idea what kind of fatal disaster you're inviting upon yourself?!"

"If you kill me, Lord Nether will not let you go!!!"

"Lord Nether?" Ye Chen frowned slightly, but he only hesitated for a second. His movements didn't slow in the least as a vast cyan light, accompanied by a golden torrent of Spiritual Power, surged straight toward the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch.

"Damn it!"

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's expression changed drastically. He chanted an obscure incantation, and the red lantern in his hand began to radiate a brilliant red light as the power emanating from his body grew even more terrifying.

At that moment, a massive, black phantom seemed to flicker into existence behind him.