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Even with the full power of a Quasi-Immortal Array behind them, the four trembled uncontrollably. Ye Chen’s fists moved heaven and earth, as though he intended to punch straight through the entire world.

The eight divine thunder chains had already shattered. The thunder pillars they had connected to now bore countless cracks. These were the core of the Quasi-Immortal Array. If they truly collapsed, the entire formation would crumble.

Incredulity filled the four’s hearts. Forget Saint King—even a Great Saint could not possibly possess such combat power. Just how strong had the Heavenly Emperor’s heir become? Even the Exiled Immortal—who had once cast endless shadows over them—seemed far less terrifying by comparison.

In a frenzy, the four poured every ounce of mana into the array. Endless Nine Heavens Divine Thunder surged wildly.

Yet it was meaningless.

Toward the end, Ye Chen simply met the lightning with his bare flesh. Beneath the relentless baptism of thunder, he remained completely unharmed. Then his momentum climbed to its absolute peak. Vital energy soared skyward, piercing straight into the clouds.

When Ye Chen unleashed his final punch, the six illusory universes behind his fist seemed to solidify into reality. The eight towering thunder pillars exploded under that single strike.

Ye Chen’s fist shadow did not stop. It smashed directly through the entire Quasi-Immortal Array. Even the mere residual force of the punch turned the four’s faces deathly pale. Through the fist shadow, they seemed to glimpse their entire lives flashing before them.

In that instant, an overwhelming urge rose within them—to kneel, to submit to Ye Chen.

Then, amid a deafening chorus of collapse, the heavens and earth returned to clarity. The Quasi-Immortal Array had been reduced to ruins…

…

Outside, the onlookers had been discussing heatedly. Because the Quasi-Immortal Array blocked all sight and sense, no one could see what was happening inside. They could only speculate who dared target the Heavenly Emperor’s heir. And whether he could escape from a Quasi-Immortal Array.

Some guessed that this time he might finally capsize. After all, it was a Quasi-Immortal Array. Others believed Ye Chen was extraordinary. With the Kunpeng Treasure Technique and the Movement Secret, he could have fled at the last moment when the array rose—yet he had not moved. Instead, he had casually helped the cultivator who had taken the Heavenly Position Spiritual Herb escape the array’s range. That showed he was utterly confident. Perhaps he could break free.

Regardless, an earth-shaking battle was surely unfolding within.

Just as everyone lamented being unable to witness the fight, the array began to tremble violently. The next moment, a fist shadow blasted straight out from inside the Quasi-Immortal Array. Immediately afterward, the entire formation exploded, revealing Ye Chen’s domineering, peerless figure.

At the sight of his wild black hair whipping in the wind, the entire scene fell deathly silent—like a library. Every pair of eyes stared in utter disbelief.

This…The Heavenly Emperor’s heir had actually shattered a Quasi-Immortal Array? How could that be possible? Had the array fallen into disrepair from age? Or had it simply grown too old and brittle? Otherwise, how could a Quasi-Immortal Array be punched through by anyone short of a Great Emperor?

Such a thing had never happened once throughout all of history. In their eyes now, shock mingled only with awe. They felt immense relief that their patience had held firm earlier. If they had let greed take over and joined the fight for the Heavenly Position Spiritual Herb when Ye Chen arrived, they would likely have been obliterated by a single punch.

Then their gazes fell on the four figures now exposed—the ones who had ambushed the Heavenly Emperor’s heir.

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The War God Clan’s Divine Son. The Divine Silkworm Clan’s Clan Madam. The White Ox Clan’s Saint King. And the former-generation holy son of the One Sword Holy Land!

How had these four joined forces? But with the Quasi-Immortal Array destroyed, their fates were sealed.

Wait…

Many people glanced twice at the Divine Silkworm Clan’s Clan Madam.

This woman… perhaps she might survive. After all, the Heavenly Emperor’s heir had once stood at the gates of the Myriad Races Immortal City and boldly declared his desire for her… Leaving the Divine Silkworm Clan’s Clan Madam furious yet helpless.

Under countless watchful eyes, Ye Chen stood calmly amid the collapsing Quasi-Immortal Array. In truth, he had already had several chances to kill the four earlier. He had deliberately held back, wanting to test the array’s full power. Now it was clear: without a Quasi-Immortal personally controlling it, the gap was simply too vast. The test had been largely meaningless.

Feeling that he had wasted time, Ye Chen slowly turned his gaze toward the four. The moment his eyes fell on them, they began to tremble uncontrollably. They had prepared themselves for possible failure.

After all, with the Heavenly Emperor’s treasury at his disposal, Ye Chen might possess some unknown method of escape. But none of them had imagined he could physically smash straight through a Quasi-Immortal Array. This was beyond absurd…

At this point, every last shred of fighting spirit had vanished from the four. Their eyes were filled only with terror. Whenever Ye Chen’s gaze swept over them, they felt a bone-chilling cold, as though calamity itself had arrived. Among them, the White Ox Clan’s Saint King—with twin white horns atop his head and a towering, muscular frame—suddenly roared in fury.

”At this stage, who can possibly survive? Then let us fight to the death—die gloriously!”

Roaring with unyielding unwillingness, the White Ox Clan’s Saint King swelled in size. His body expanded until it rivaled a divine mountain, resembling an ancient demon god awakened from slumber. The mixed-iron staff in his hand grew enormous, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens themselves.

The two iron-tower-like white horns on his head detached and fused into the ends of the staff, turning razor-sharp and radiating power comparable to a peak Extreme Dao weapon. His blood-red, frenzied eyes locked onto Ye Chen—who appeared tiny as an ant by comparison—and the mixed-iron staff smashed downward with apocalyptic force.

The momentum of that single strike was so terrifying that it felt as though it could split the entire Sixth Realm in two.

The onlookers scattered in panic, terrified of being caught in the aftermath.

Yet Ye Chen’s gaze remained cold and indifferent. Vital energy surged skyward around him, regal and imperial. He executed the Heavenly Emperor Fist with a single punch…

In that instant, it was as though every law and phenomenon in the world had been drawn into his fist.

The entire Sixth Realm fell eerily silent.

When the Heavenly Emperor Fist collided with the mixed-iron staff—After a brief moment of deadlock—The staff exploded apart.

The fist shadow continued onward, smashing directly into the White Ox Clan’s Saint King. The ancient-demon-god-like figure detonated along with it. Endless saint blood dyed the heavens and earth crimson, forming deep red rivers on the ground. The Saint King—who could tear apart peers with his bare hands—had fallen.

From a single punch?

The entire scene plunged into dead silence once more.

Laws swirled gently around Ye Chen, untouched by even a drop of filth. He raised his hand lightly and collected the White Ox Saint King’s origin energy. It was noticeably weaker than the previous Saint Emperor Son’s.

Ye Chen shook his head faintly. This was also why he no longer bothered pretending to be weak. The origin energy from ordinary cultivators was truly insufficient. Even this White Ox Saint King, despite reaching Saint King, could not compare to the richness of the Holy Prince’s origin back then.

In the future, harvesting would have to focus on top-tier prodigies. Ordinary cultivators were only worth taking in passing—not worth deliberately setting traps for.

After storing the origin energy, Ye Chen turned his attention to the remaining three. The other three had still clung to a sliver of hope. They had wondered whether Ye Chen had used some forbidden technique to break the Quasi-Immortal Array. Whether this heaven-defying state could be sustained.

But after watching the White Ox Saint King—and even his weapon—obliterated by a single punch, all illusions were shattered.

The Divine Silkworm Clan’s Clan Madam had her own plans and made no move. The War God Clan’s Divine Son hesitated visibly. His massive frame twitched as though wanting to flee, yet he ultimately remained rooted in place. Only the former holy son of the One Sword Holy Land acted.

The instant the White Ox Saint King’s weapon exploded, he transformed into a streak of divine sword light and pierced through the void. In the blink of an eye, he had already flashed fifty thousand miles away.

The speed was astonishing. But it clearly came at a cost—the sword light enveloping him had dimmed noticeably. Yet he did not pause. He pierced the void again.

Another fifty thousand miles. And he was heading straight toward the teleportation array. Clearly, he intended to escape the Sixth Realm entirely and seek shelter among the holy land elders in Immortal City. That was his only path to survival.

His speed was terrifying. In mere moments, several flashes carried him millions of kilometers away.