Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

Faced with Ye Chen's powerful assault, the aura around the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch grew increasingly terrifying. A cyan light washed over his face, which seemed to twist and contort, making for a horrifying sight.

The black shadow behind him gradually solidified from its originally indistinct form. It was a monster whose face couldn't be seen clearly, its front covered in a dense mass of eyes that radiated a shudder-inducing aura.

Just as the torrent of Spiritual Power was about to engulf the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch, a sharp shriek erupted from his mouth. A demonic and piercing cyan light surged forth, colliding heavily with the torrent of Spiritual Power.

"BOOM!"

An indescribably terrifying aftershock swept out from mid-air. The sky, originally covered by dark clouds, was now illuminated by a brilliant light, as bright as day.

The dark clouds in the sky were blasted apart, and the downpour of rain slowly came to a stop.

If Ye Chen hadn't been holding back, and if Song Yubing hadn't acted in time to neutralize the raging aftershocks, the temple would have long since been destroyed in the battle.

Yu Xiaoran and the others watched, terrified, as if they were witnessing a clash between two gods. The shock in their hearts was beyond words.

The thought that they had previously underestimated this terrifying young man made their faces burn with shame, and they felt incredibly awkward.

Soon, the aftershocks dissipated. Despite using his full power, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch was ultimately no match for Ye Chen. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the monstrous phantom behind him grew fainter, looking as if it might dissipate at any moment.

'No… How could I fall here…'

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's face was full of unwillingness. He suddenly erupted, transforming into a streak of bloody light and fleeing into the distance.

The feeling Ye Chen gave him was simply too terrifying. After struggling to hold on for several rounds, he finally realized that this young man before him was an enemy he could not possibly fight!

"Trying to run?"

"Too late!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, another vast torrent of Spiritual Power condensed, swirling with dazzling golden light. Like the heavenly river pouring down from the nine heavens, it instantly bombarded the streak of bloody light in the distance.

"AHHHH!"

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch let out a wretched scream. His protective Spiritual Power was shattered by the blow. His internal organs felt like they had been displaced, his blood roiled in his veins, and several of his bones were broken.

But just then, his arm suddenly exploded, and another phantom appeared.

This time, however, the phantom seemed to have been nourished by blood and flesh, making it much more solid than before.

"Fellow Daoist, hear me out. How about we let today's matter end here?"

"If you insist on wiping me out, it will only result in mutual destruction."

The phantom quickly solidified into a figure exuding a terrifying might. With his hands behind his back, his body shimmered with starlight, and an unimaginably shocking aura pulsed from him.

'This is… the Divinity Transformation Realm?'

Ye Chen's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected that an evil cultivator of the Divinity Transformation Realm had stored a portion of his power in the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch, revealing it at this life-or-death moment in an attempt to force him back.

Let alone a mere fragment of a Divinity Transformation Cultivator's power—even if he were facing a true Divinity Transformation Realm expert, Ye Chen would not feel the slightest bit of fear!

Beyond his surprise, the will to fight in his heart grew even more intense!

"Who are you?"

Ye Chen ignored the heavily injured Cyan-faced Demon Monarch, who was limp on the ground, and looked at the figure bathed in endless starlight, asking calmly.

"I am the Celestial Slaughter Nether Venerable, one of the deacons of the Hall of Yama!"

"If you know what's good for you and back off now, we can let this matter go. What do you say?"

The dark shadow spoke indifferently, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

But Ye Chen could sense that when mentioning the Hall of Yama and the Celestial Slaughter Nether Venerable, the other party had clearly grown much more arrogant.

It was as if a lofty god were looking down upon the mortals on the ground, his posture arrogant to the extreme.

"The Hall of Yama? The Celestial Slaughter Nether Venerable?"

"Never heard of them!"

Ye Chen frowned and said calmly, "Why don't you try dropping some more impressive names? Maybe then I'll actually be scared."

"Hm?"

Ye Chen's disdainful attitude seemed to have angered the shadow. He was slightly taken aback, then chuckled in amusement. "How pitiful. But I suppose it's not your fault. You're still too young. There's so much you don't know."

Seeing that the other party was still acting so condescending, Ye Chen couldn't be bothered to say any more. Cyan light flowed around his body as he threw a direct punch!

The immense power of the fist crossed the void, fiercely striking at the shadow before him!

"You dare to attack?!"

The shadow was shocked and furious. He had never expected this; he was the will of a Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator, yet this young man acted as if he didn't know that at all, attacking without another word!

The majesty of the Divinity Transformation Realm could not be offended! Enraged, the shadow retaliated with a palm strike of his own!

Although he could only wield a fraction of a Divinity Transformation Realm's power, he was still a cut above the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch. The surrounding void seemed about to shatter from the surging evil power, a truly horrifying sight.

Soon, Ye Chen's attack collided heavily with the shadow. Terrifying aftershocks swept out in all directions, and the starlight enveloping the shadow dimmed considerably.

After all, he only possessed a fraction of a Divinity Transformation Realm's power.

Having been hosted within the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch's flesh and blood, if his power had been too strong, he would have likely caused the monarch to explode long ago. How then could he have emerged at the critical moment to save him?

Facing the mighty Ye Chen, and with its own power failing, the light around the shadow quickly dimmed.

Both shocked and enraged, after blocking several of Ye Chen's punches in succession, he couldn't help but roar, "Brat, you'd better remember this!"

"You cannot bear my wrath! Since you dared to kill my man, my Hall of Yama will hunt you to the ends of the earth!"

"You're just a minor deacon in the Hall of Yama. How dare you presume to act on behalf of the entire Hall of Yama?"

Although Ye Chen didn't know much about the Hall of Yama, he had noted the other party's identity and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"You!"

The shadow's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to want to say more.

But what greeted him were wave after wave of astonishing, surging cyan light.

Under Ye Chen's relentless assault, even the power of the Divinity Transformation Realm was completely worn down and exhausted.

With a long, unwilling sigh, the shadow finally vanished from before Ye Chen's eyes.

As for the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch, heavily injured and with his aura failing, he naturally had no strength left to fight back and was killed directly by a single punch from Ye Chen.