Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

In the gloomy cave, blinding torchlights flickered, illuminating the area.

Sikong’s tall and slender frame stood firmly in the path of Ye Chen and his companions. A vast aura radiated from him, making him seem like an insurmountable mountain. His presence was astonishingly powerful!

Evidently, to deal with the Crimson-Mane Tiger, a Great Demon at the Peak of the Spirit Sea Realm, the Luo Race had specifically summoned their expert, Sikong.

He was indeed powerful, giving the Luo Race Cultivators an abundance of confidence.

“You two, stand back for now.”

Ye Chen instructed Qing Lian and Zhao Tiankuo calmly.

Hearing this, the two of them complied without the slightest hesitation.

They knew very well in their hearts that only Ye Chen could fight Sikong. The outcome of their battle would determine whether they could escape this place safely today.

If they forced their way into the fight, they would undoubtedly become a burden and only hinder Ye Chen’s movements.

“Hmm?”

Sikong naturally noticed the movements of Qing Lian and Zhao Tiankuo.

He couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.

‘Could it be that this youth before me, who has no cultivation whatsoever, really intends to face me all by himself?’

‘But what is the source of his confidence?’

Sikong frowned, a little shocked and uncertain.

It was obvious from Qing Lian and Zhao Tiankuo’s actions that the two of them truly saw this youth as their backbone.

“You said there’s no escape for us today?”

Just then, Ye Chen suddenly spoke.

He stared at Sikong with an indifferent gaze, showing not the slightest trace of fear.

The surging Primordial Mansion Realm aura from Sikong inspired awe even in the Luo Race Cultivators, yet it seemed to have no suppressive effect on Ye Chen at all.

“That’s right.”

“I’ll make my stance clear.”

“If the three of you can escape from this cave, I’ll leave my head behind!”

Sikong’s eyes glinted as he threw out a bloodthirsty vow!

Without a doubt, he was extremely confident in himself.

With his Primordial Mansion Realm cultivation and the help of his fellow Luo Race Cultivators, letting Ye Chen’s party of three escape was simply impossible.

“You’re the one who said it.”

Ye Chen smiled. “I hope you’re a man of your word.”

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly moved!

He was still one moment, and moving like a clap of thunder the next!

“WHOOSH!”

In Sikong’s eyes, Ye Chen’s figure was like a streak of light, almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he was already right in front of him.

“What?!”

At this, Sikong’s expression changed drastically.

He would never have imagined that this youth, who showed no fluctuations of Spiritual Power, would suddenly erupt with such immense combat strength!

“Damn it!”

Sikong’s reaction was also extremely fast. He immediately brought his spear horizontally in front of him to block Ye Chen’s sudden punch.

“BOOM!”

A powerful impact echoed throughout the cave.

The aftershock sent Sikong stumbling back several steps, and he felt the qi and blood in his body churn.

As he took Ye Chen’s punch head-on, he clearly felt an immense pressure. Both his arms went numb, and the spear was almost knocked from his grasp.

This shocked Sikong to his core. His world was turned upside down, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

In contrast, Ye Chen, after forcing Sikong back with that punch, stood motionless, not having moved an inch.

‘Of course,’ Ye Chen knew in his heart, ‘it’s not that my strength is enough to crush Sikong. It’s just that the punch was too sudden, and his response was too hasty. That’s why I was able to push him back so easily.’

But even so, this result had already left the members of the Luo Race completely dumbfounded.

“That Crimson-Mane Tiger… was it really you who killed it?”

Sikong slowly calmed the surging qi and blood in his body. His once-indifferent eyes were now filled with a solemn light.

He stared intently at Ye Chen and said, word by word.

“That’s right.”

“Your strength is indeed a bit greater than that Crimson-Mane Tiger’s.”

“But that’s all there is to it.”

Ye Chen said casually.

“Hmph!”

Hearing this, Sikong felt a surge of indignation. He snorted coldly, “You do have some skill. You’ve tempered your physical strength to be comparable to a demonic beast’s.”

“But I am not that Crimson-Mane Tiger!”

“I won’t give you the chance to defeat me!”

“Let’s hope so.” Ye Chen shrugged, his expression nonchalant. “I don’t enjoy boring fights, either.”

“WHOOSH!”

The moment he finished speaking, Sikong suddenly exploded into action.

This time, he took the initiative and attacked Ye Chen.

It was because Ye Chen’s attitude was too flippant and casual, as if he didn’t take him seriously at all.

As one of the strongest fighters in the Luo Race, when had he ever been so disregarded by a mere youth?

This naturally ignited the fury in Sikong’s heart. He tightened his grip on his spear, flashed in front of Ye Chen, and swept the spear toward Ye Chen’s head, stirring up a violent gale.

Ye Chen had no weapon in hand, but his expression was indifferent, without a trace of fear.

Because his two fists were his strongest weapons!

“BOOM!”

Ye Chen blocked the sweeping spear with a single arm. The violent collision created a deep, muffled boom, and the powerful aftershock shattered the ground beneath their feet.

Immediately after, Ye Chen’s free hand shot toward Sikong’s neck, its speed dazzlingly fast.

Seeing this, Sikong’s expression hardened. He gritted his teeth, and a violent fluctuation of Spiritual Power erupted from his body.

Behind him, the phantom of a surging Spiritual Sea appeared. Amidst the churning waves, a Primordial Mansion seemed to stand, shimmering with a faint light.

It was, in fact, a three-star Primordial Mansion!

Powerful Spiritual Power circulated through Sikong’s entire body. With a backhand strike, he unleashed a palm of brilliant Spiritual Power, clashing head-on with Ye Chen.

“BOOM!”

Ye Chen was forced back a single step.

Sikong, however, was sent stumbling back three large steps, his aura in turmoil.

The members of the Luo Race were all stunned.

Anyone could see that in his exchange with Ye Chen, Sikong had come out on the losing end!

Sikong’s expression was also very ugly.

He had never, ever imagined that this youth with no cultivation would be so powerful. To think he could clash with a Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivator using only his physical body and even gain the upper hand!

He had never in his life seen such a monstrous genius.

‘A three-star Primordial Mansion?’

‘No wonder his combat strength is so ordinary.’

Ye Chen sized up Sikong, thinking to himself.

Sikong’s strength might be considered top-tier among the Luo Race.

But the foundation of a people living in such a barren land was truly lacking.

In the Great Hong Dynasty, geniuses from the great powers could casually condense a Primordial Mansion of five stars or more.

Of course, this was also the reason Ye Chen had been able to gain the upper hand in his fight against Sikong.