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Above the dome of heaven, with the five Supreme Elders from Heavenly Evolution Holy Land joining the fray, the situation shifted in an instant. From two against five, it became seven against five. So many Mahayana powerhouses gathered together—it was like gods clashing. Without the grand array concealing it, the entire world would shatter.

The sudden reinforcements thrilled the two Nether God Holy Land Supreme Elders. They knew Heavenly Evolution and Heavenly Intention Holy Lands were sworn enemies, so they didn’t suspect much. Moments ago, they’d been timid; now, they charged aggressively, unleashing fierce attacks to vent their earlier frustrations.

Heavenly Intention Holy Land’s Supreme Elders were shocked. They hadn’t expected an ambush. They tried to call for aid from their sect, but just as they’d set up an array to isolate the outside when attacking, Heavenly Evolution Holy Land layered another array.

One inside the other. No contact with the outside world. They could only grit their teeth and fight on... but it was grueling. Elders from other holy lands shared similar inheritances, with comparable fighting styles—easy to predict and counter.

Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s elders were different, each with unique inheritances. No two fought the same way. No unified strategy to counter them. Dealing with them was a headache.

Whenever conflicts arose with Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, Heavenly Intention elders would curse. They’d never seen such a disorganized holy land. After all, in there, only the weakest disciples practiced the sect’s core inheritance. You might as well delete Heavenly Evolution True Immortal’s legacy and rename the place.

With premeditation against the unprepared, plus numerical superiority, Heavenly Intention elders were completely suppressed. Crisis after crisis. Soon, someone would fall. Once the first died, they’d collapse even faster.

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Below, Ye Chen calmly eyed Ying Tiansheng and First Nether Son. After a scan, his gaze settled on the First Nether Son. He’d chosen his target.

The First Nether Son’s heart sank. But soon, battle intent flared in his eyes. ”The Heavenly Emperor shook the ages. Today, I’ll test his heir! Show me your Heavenly Emperor Fist!”

As a prodigy, he had pride. Wary of Ye Chen, but unafraid. Ye Chen had easily crushed the Star River King Body, but he’d held back against it, not even using his innate divine ability. The Fifth Nether Maiden was Ye Chen’s woman—with his temperament, they were now mortal foes. So be it—fight!

Facing Ye Chen, the First Nether Son held nothing back. In an instant, endless nether energy surged from his brow, like a gate slamming open. The portal connected to another world. Strange power flooded out, empowering his body. His strength exploded again.

At the same time, countless broken divine weapons rushed from the portal, carrying desolate auras. As if from ancient battlefields, infused with endless killing intent.

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With a thought, the First Nether Son sent the endless weapons cascading like a waterfall toward Ye Chen. Each weapon’s attack reached the Unity realm peak. And at the last moment, they’d explode. Facing such an endless barrage, anyone would tremble. The Nether God Body’s might was evident.

Ye Chen’s expression remained indifferent as he stepped forward calmly, casually raising a hand to shatter one divine weapon after another. Even as the weapons exploded around him, they couldn’t harm his body in the slightest. But there were too many, endless in number.

Growing impatient, Ye Chen roared, unleashing a torrent of divine radiance from his mouth, like a starry river sweeping across the sky. It obliterated the cascade of divine weapons entirely.

Seeing Ye Chen so easily dispatch the Nether God weapons and close in rapidly, the First Nether Son’s heart sank. He knew the terror of his Nether God weapons—yet they couldn’t even slow Ye Chen down. This Heavenly Emperor’s heir was far more terrifying than imagined. And that robust physique—could he, like the Heavenly Emperor, possess a Sacred Body?

Without a moment’s hesitation, the First Nether Son roared, widening the portal at his brow. Thick black blood flowed out. A nearly perfect spear, forged entirely of nether energy, surged forth. Its power far exceeded the limits of a Dao weapon, nearing that of an Extreme Dao Weapon. But most shocking was what followed—a broken black shadow, roaring like an ancient beast unleashed, merging into the First Nether Son’s body the moment it emerged.

His aura exploded again. Gripping the spear, he stared coldly at Ye Chen, nether energy swirling, as if an ancient Nether God. Yi Qingwu raised an eyebrow at the sight.

Ying Tiansheng spoke gravely, ”The Nether God Body can connect to a nether realm, borrowing its weapons and power. That shadow might be a fallen ancient powerhouse.”

Top-tier physiques in the cultivation world each had their unique strengths. The First Nether Son’s display was indeed formidable. Yet Ye Chen’s face remained expressionless as he charged forward, throwing a single punch.

As he struck, he activated the Multiplier Secret, not expecting it to trigger. But his eyes lit up—it activated on the first hit. Last battle, it took nearly ten thousand attempts to trigger. Luck was on his side today.

Ahead, the First Nether Son, bolstered by the ancient soul and wielding a supreme divine weapon, felt confident to face Ye Chen. But in the next moment, his pupils shrank, his face twisting in unprecedented despair.

Ye Chen’s already terrifying aura surged to an absurdly horrifying level. The First Nether Son’s mind trembled, as if facing a Mahayana-stage existence.

The punch, as if meant to shatter the Great Dao and pierce the heavens, roared forward. The First Nether Son only had time to thrust his spear, hoping to block it. But the weapon, which had slain countless prodigies, crumbled like dry twigs before Ye Chen’s fist, exploding. His eyes widened in terror.

The next moment, the ancient soul, the divine weapon, and his body—along with the surrounding void—shattered completely. He was utterly erased, his aura vanishing instantly. Only a wisp of origin energy, previously imperceptible but now visible, lingered.

The scene fell silent. The First Nether Son couldn’t withstand a single punch? Instantly killed?

Yi Qingwu covered her mouth in shock, never expecting this outcome. Ying Tiansheng’s face darkened instantly. Ye Chen’s strike was terrifyingly powerful, though it returned to normal afterward, indicating it wasn’t his usual state.

Still, Ying Tiansheng couldn’t help but consider retreat. Anger surged within him. He’d worked so hard—how had the gap with Ye Chen only widened? How could he fight this? He’d intended the First Nether Son to test Ye Chen, to see if they should team up. But he was obliterated in a flash. What now? Was he doomed to be cleaved again, forced to rely on the fiancée’s pleas to beg Ye Chen for mercy?