Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

A torrent of golden light surged from the scepter, transforming into a giant serpent wreathed in golden lightning. It opened its cavernous maw and lunged at Ye Chen.

Yet, Ye Chen had no intention of dodging. He maintained his relentless forward momentum, his fist smashing through every obstacle to land squarely on Saint Monk Cheng Ji.

BOOM!

A wave of boundless, solemn energy erupted from Cheng Ji's body. His kasaya trembled violently, frantically dissipating the force of Ye Chen's punch.

Clearly, the kasaya Cheng Ji wore was an extremely powerful defensive Spiritual Soldier. By activating it with his full power, he had barely managed to save his life.

Cheng Ji spat out a large mouthful of blood tinged with a golden glow. No longer able to withstand the blow, he was sent flying backward, slamming into the mountain behind him and causing it to shatter. Every bone and muscle in his body ached with weakness; it seemed he couldn't even stand.

"This defensive Spiritual Soldier... It's at least Top Grade."

"The Saintly Temple truly lives up to its name as the number one power in Yan Province. Their foundation is indeed extraordinary."

Ye Chen commented casually.

His punch was powerful enough to easily obliterate a Peak Divinity Transformation Realm existence, yet Cheng Ji, a Saint Monk at the Eighth Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm, had somehow survived. It was a testament to the incredible defensive power of that kasaya.

But just as he spoke, the golden serpent behind him, exuding a monstrous might, lunged forward to bite down. A tangible killing intent churned within its brilliant eyes, so intense that no one dared to meet its gaze.

"Get lost!"

Ye Chen frowned. He had been in the middle of his musings and was rather displeased at the interruption. He immediately threw a backhanded punch.

BOOM!

The surging cyan light seemed to form the phantom of a True Dragon, its majestic might blanketing the area. Upon seeing it, the golden serpent trembled all over, its brilliant eyes filled with terror.

The next moment, it was utterly destroyed by Ye Chen's punch. The remaining force, undiminished, continued its trajectory toward Saint Monk Fa Zhao in the distance.

"What?"

Fa Zhao's expression changed. He hurriedly held his scepter horizontally before him as a boundless aura emanated from it. Shockingly, it was another powerful Top-grade Spiritual Soldier!

However, while he managed to block the aftershock, his qi and blood still churned violently within him, making him feel so awful he nearly vomited blood. He was sent skidding backward for dozens of meters.

This left everyone present utterly appalled.

Ye Chen's combat prowess was simply terrifying!

With just a wave of his hand, without even using his full strength, he had repelled all three Saint Monks who had laid a well-prepared ambush for him.

Not far away, the experts from the Xu family watched, their hearts pounding with fear, their bodies frozen stiff.

'How can this youth's combat prowess be so immense?'

'He's clearly just a Primordial Mansion Cultivator who hasn't even broken through to the Divinity Transformation Realm!'

Xu Ao clenched his jaw, his expression as dark as a thundercloud.

'If it weren't for the Saint Monks, trying to fight Ye Chen would be no different than acting as cannon fodder!'

"Damn it..."

Fa Zhao tightened his grip on the scepter, his face flushed red as he struggled to regain his footing. His gaze, fixed on Ye Chen, was filled with sheer horror.

"What's wrong?"

"From the look on your face, you don't seem ready to give up. Still want to fight?"

Ye Chen smiled. "Don't worry. All of you are going to die today!"

With that, he waved his sleeve. An unparalleled force, like a primordial Divine Mountain crashing down, smashed toward Fa Zhao, crushing even the void itself in its path.

Fa Zhao's face fell. Seeing this, Fa Ming, who stood nearby, could no longer stand by idly. He hastily shot out several Palm Seals.

However, the Palm Seals shattered instantly. Fa Zhao had no choice but to again hold his scepter horizontally before him. A blinding golden light froze the surrounding void, forming a boundless barrier that pulsed with an exceedingly powerful aura, as if to cut itself off from the outside world.

BOOM!

In just an instant, the barrier exploded. The powerful aftershock formed a turbulent vortex of energy that engulfed both Fa Zhao and Fa Ming.

The two hurriedly channeled their Spiritual Power to resist with all their might, but they were still sent flying backward as if struck by a massive blow. Both coughed up blood, cutting a pathetic figure.

The two Saint Monks, even when joining forces, couldn't block a single casual strike from Ye Chen!

As Fa Zhao and Fa Ming wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths and struggled to get up...

...Ye Chen closed the distance again. A terrifying killing intent surfaced in his indifferent eyes.

"Can you block this next strike?"

With a backhanded slash, a sharp Sword Qi that seemed capable of tearing the void apart shot straight toward the two monks.

At that moment, utter horror filled the faces of both Fa Zhao and Fa Ming.

Clearly, they were powerless to resist. In their current condition, even with their Top-grade Spiritual Soldiers, it would be impossible for them to block Ye Chen's casual attack.

Xu Ao's eyes widened, his heart thumping wildly.

'Am I about to witness a Saint Monk being killed by Ye Chen with my own eyes?'

All the experts of the Xu family felt a unanimous surge of anxiety and terror.

After all, once these Saint Monks fell, Ye Chen would naturally turn his attention to them.

And with their level of strength, they would inevitably end up as nothing more than souls slain by Ye Chen's hand.

Just then, the injured Cheng Ji, watching from a distance, could no longer hold back. He shouted, "Lord Shakyamuni, if you don't act now, it will be too late!"

His shout was like a clap of thunder, reverberating between heaven and earth.

"Lord Shakyamuni?!"

The experts of the Xu family were all stunned.

'Even a dignified Saint Monk calls him 'Lord'… Just who in the world is this Lord Shakyamuni?!'

Even Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment.

'Is there another expert here? But why can't I sense them at all?'

BOOM!

As Cheng Ji's words faded, an aura so powerful it was suffocating suddenly spread across the battlefield, threatening to crush heaven and earth and causing the very void to tremble!

"What?"

"Th-this... what is this aura? It's too terrifying!"

Xu Ao and the others couldn't help but cry out in alarm, their bodies trembling.

The aura was as majestic as a towering mountain, yet as profound as a dark abyss. It was as if a true Buddha had descended upon the world. Boundless, solemn hymns echoed between heaven and earth as countless golden lotuses, emitting a dazzling, multicolored light, bloomed before everyone's eyes.

Amidst the sky full of golden lotuses, a figure bathed in brilliant Buddhist light took a single step forward, appearing before Fa Zhao and Fa Ming. With a simple pinch of his bare hand, he caught the incoming Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi hummed and trembled violently, as if struggling to break free from the figure's grasp.

But the figure merely chuckled. With a slight squeeze of his hand, he crushed the Sword Qi into dust.

"You want to kill someone in my presence? You're not capable enough."

The Buddhist light dissipated, revealing a handsome, boyish face.

He now faced Ye Chen, a smile playing on his lips as he spoke.