Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

"You want to fight?"

Fierce Flames spread in Crimson Nether's eyes. He raised the spear in his hand, his entire being exuding a majestic aura, like a terrifying War God emerging from fire, unleashing a world-shaking, terrifying inferno of power.

With spear in hand, he stood alone before Ye Chen, fearlessly confronting Lord Shakyamuni in the distance. He stood upon a sea of raging fire, radiating a menacing presence.

Everyone was stunned by Crimson Nether's aura. They were aghast. 'What kind of peerless prodigy could reach the Divine Might Realm at such a young age?'

Even Hongyu Pill Venerable's expression changed. Blinking her beautiful eyes, she quickly recognized the young man before her as the Crimson Nether Flame Prison Carving that was always by Ye Chen's side!

"Even if you are in the Divine Might Realm, you are not qualified to run wild on the grounds of my Saint Temple."

"If you insist on seeking death, then I will simply grant it to you."

Lord Shakyamuni stepped forward, his body enveloped in brilliant Buddhist light. Like a holy Buddha descending upon the world, his radiant aura swelled, and countless dazzling golden lotuses materialized, floating and bobbing around him.

"Is that so?"

"Then I'll kill this man first!"

A glint flashed in Crimson Nether's eyes as he pointed his spear at the Saint Monk to the side.

This Saint Monk, still being treated as a captive by Ye Chen and his group, was named Jue Ming. The moment the sharp tip of the spear was pointed at him, he trembled all over, his heart filled with terror.

The Flame flickering from the spear's tip threatened to engulf him, radiating a terrifying, scorching heat.

Seeing this, Lord Shakyamuni hesitated only for a moment before sighing with resignation. He did not stop what he was doing and continued to maintain the killing formation.

"My Saint Temple has stood in Yan Province for ages. No one can make us retreat on our own territory."

His attitude was uncharacteristically firm. Clearly, Ye Chen's relentless pressure had thoroughly enraged the great Saint Monk of the Divine Might Realm.

"Is that so?"

"Then I suppose we'll have to kill him first, then kill you."

Ye Chen spoke indifferently, his hands clasped behind his back.

In everyone's eyes, he was merely a Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator, yet when faced with an existence like a Divine Might Realm expert, he acted with unparalleled composure, his attitude unyielding. It was astonishing.

"Lord Shakyamuni, it matters not if I am sacrificed!"

"You must… you must preserve the dignity of our Saint Temple and obliterate this boy!"

Jue Ming gritted his teeth. Finally, as if throwing all caution to the wind, he roared.

His words moved the crowd.

'He's willing to sacrifice himself just so the Saint Temple won't be constrained?'

A glint flashed in Lord Shakyamuni's eyes. He said nothing, but his aura locked firmly onto Crimson Nether.

Ordinary Cultivators obviously had no right to interfere in a battle between Divine Might Realm experts. Within the Saint Temple, everyone except the Saint Monks retreated far away to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

But their eyes were all glued to the situation on the field, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Just at this critical moment, with tensions stretched taut as a bowstring, a deep and resonant voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth like the tolling of a temple bell at dusk.

"Everyone, stop this at once!"

Hearing this voice, the common people were merely bewildered, but Lord Shakyamuni's expression changed slightly, and he quickly looked behind him.

From the depths of the Saint Temple, within a seemingly ordinary old shrine, a ray of golden light suddenly shot up, revealing a figure before everyone's eyes.

It was an old man!

His hair was white, and his body was gaunt and withered. He looked to be on the verge of death, as if he lacked the strength even to walk.

But as he strode through the void, a terrifying pressure that made one tremble began to spread out, shattering even the clouds in the sky.

"Is that… Venerable Minghui? The previous generation's great Saint Monk?"

Upon seeing this thin-faced old man, a heaven-shaking uproar swept through the surrounding crowd.

Not only were the Cultivators in the Saint Temple alarmed, but even the countless experts in the city who had come to watch the spectacle were deeply moved, their hearts trembling.

The great Saint Monk of the previous generation, Venerable Minghui!

Hailed as the most talented individual among the Saint Temple's older generation of experts, he had successfully reached the Divine Might Realm at the age of thirty-five, earning him the title of the youngest Divine Might Realm expert in the eastern part of the dynasty—a record that remains unbroken to this day.

He had retreated from the mortal world decades ago, living in seclusion, and not a single piece of news about him had emerged for decades.

Countless people speculated that he had successfully broken through to a higher realm during his secluded cultivation and had already left for a wider world to pursue his own great Dao.

But others believed he had suffered from cultivation deviation and had already perished, his dao dispersed.

Amidst the varied rumors, no one had ever seen this master, who had made his name decades ago, again. It was as if he existed only in legends.

Yet today, Venerable Minghui had appeared right before their eyes, dispelling all the rumors.

He had not left, nor had he fallen. He was still watching over the Saint Temple from its depths!

At this moment, even Hongyu Pill Venerable's expression became uncertain.

After all, she hadn't even been born when Venerable Minghui first became famous!

It was only in her later years of cultivation that she heard the Saint Temple had once produced such an expert of dazzling talent, but by her time, he had long since vanished without a trace.

"His aura… it's stronger than Lord Shakyamuni's. Much stronger!"

Crimson Nether's expression grew solemn. He felt an astonishing pressure from the white-haired old man who had suddenly appeared.

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

Even Crimson Nether, who had just entered the Divine Might Realm, felt threatened by him.

'One can only imagine how incredibly dangerous this white-haired old man must be!'

"Where is Jielan?"

Venerable Minghui strode forward. He first swept his gaze over the scene within the Saint Temple before asking.

Upon hearing this, Lord Shakyamuni immediately replied respectfully, "The Abbot took the Buddha's Son to Dongxuan Province to attend the Peach Blossom Banquet."

"The Peach Blossom Banquet, you say…"

Venerable Minghui nodded slightly, a little surprised. "That boy, Jielan, actually took the Buddha's Son to the banquet himself? That is rare."

"No wonder you were pushed to this extent, being the only one left to guard this place."

Hearing this, Lord Shakyamuni couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. "I have made a fool of myself before you, Senior."

Although everyone knew Venerable Minghui's status was extraordinary, they couldn't help but gasp in this moment.

Even a great Saint Monk like Lord Shakyamuni had to respectfully address him as Senior!

It was hard not to be moved by this!

"Well, no matter. I will handle this matter."

Venerable Minghui shook his head, seemingly a bit resigned.

His gaze suddenly shifted to Ye Chen.

Within those cloudy eyes, the images of countless gods and buddhas seemed to appear. The sound of innumerable scriptures chanting assaulted him like a demonic cacophony, shaking Ye Chen's Divine Soul to its core and causing him to fall into a brief trance.

"Master!"

"Young Master Ye!"

The expressions of Crimson Nether and Hongyu Pill Venerable changed slightly.

But in the next moment, an invisible light surged around Ye Chen, and his eyes quickly regained their clarity.