"Rumble!"
At this moment, vibrant nine-colored light burst forth, and the power of the man in white robes surged, entering a mystical state that allowed him to withstand the might of the Heavenly Emperor Fist.
"Nine colors?!" Ye Chen's heart shook.
The man in white robes amplified from seven colors to nine colors, and his power surged instantly, reaching an unfathomable level.
However, the aura of the man in white robes was unstable, as if he had forcibly triggered some kind of Divine Skill, and the nine colors did not belong to his own power.
"Ye Chen, you are very strong, even surpassing the ancient Rock Soul, forcing me to use power that does not belong to me!"
"This battle is the disgrace of my life, I will shred you to pieces, and wash away my shame with your blood!"
The man in white robes was enveloped by nine colors, forming an absolute defense, which even the Heavenly Emperor Fist could not penetrate.
However, the nine-colored power was not under his control, only passively defending, protecting his safety at best.
The man in white robes stood within the nine colors, unafraid of the might of the Heavenly Emperor Fist, looking at Ye Chen with immense hatred.
"The power of nine colors far exceeds that of seven colors, it is also the power of destiny, but you cannot control it yet!" Ye Chen activated the Heavenly Eye, analyzing destiny, and said, "Since that is the case, on what basis do you think you can kill me? What qualification do you have to be arrogant with me?"
The nine-colored power suddenly erupted in the heavens, releasing vast divine might, but Ye Chen only showed a hint of surprise, and immediately his murderous intent soared.
Strong, dominant, heroic, which of them isn't defiant to the heavens?
Ye Chen aspired to be the strongest among the strong, the dominant among the dominant, the hero among the heroes, naturally defiant, unafraid of destiny.
"Bastard!"
Ye Chen's arrogance and rampant behavior deeply provoked the man in white robes. He wielded seven colors, monopolized destiny, and could be proud even in front of Saints. But, Ye Chen's punch shattered all his pride and still looked down on him, which he could not accept.
"You are just a tragedy, even if favored by destiny, still a tragedy!"
Ye Chen said the man in white was a tragedy, not out of contempt, but marveling at the strangeness of destiny.
This era had already birthed the Heavenly Emperor Fist, as long as he surged forward, any genius would be a tragedy, destiny included.
The man in white was born at the wrong time, destined to be suppressed by Ye Chen, but if he were born in another era, his path of destiny would be enough to reign over the world.
So, Ye Chen sighed that he was a tragedy.
"Bastard, how dare you insult me like this!"
Ye Chen's sigh of regret was mistaken as humiliation by the man in white, causing his hatred to surge, feeling an unspeakable sense of insult.
"I did not insult you, I only feel sorry for you!"
Ye Chen's aura changed dramatically, not as frivolous as usual, his whole body exuding dignity, with an indescribable sanctity, solemnity, and grandeur. At this moment, he was not a Saint, but more saintly than a Saint.
"Isn't this an insult?!" Long Chan, witnessing this scene, showed a strange expression.
For a man of such elegance to be called a tragedy by Ye Chen, if that wasn't an insult, what was?
Long Chan understood, Ye Chen was an oddity, no matter the time, place, or event, he could always make people gnash their teeth in hatred.
"Boom!"
Ye Chen struck out, the Heavenly Emperor Fist swept out, blasting at the nine-colored sky, aiming to shake destiny.
"Nine colors are the power of the Saint Realm, containing the great path of destiny, you cannot break it!" the man in white sneered.
"Nine-colored power is not invincible, I just need to punch a few more times, you will still perish!" Ye Chen replied confidently, his fists moving through the heavens, striking at the man in white, striking at the nine-colored sky.
"Rumble!"
The nine-colored light was struck by Ye Chen, generating unimaginable vibrations, the brilliant light flickered unsteadily, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment, which caused the heart of the man in white to tremble.
"I comprehend destiny but cannot see through this person, he seems to come from the unknown, even destiny cannot grasp him… who exactly is he?"
The divine radiance emanating from Ye Chen's body obscured his true appearance, making it impossible for others to see his real face.
The man in white's eyes flashed with brilliance, as if shocked, hesitant, uneasy, Ye Chen made him completely unreadable, unpredictable, bringing him massive pressure!
"Boom!"
The Heavenly Emperor Fist swept invincibly, filled with splendor, glory, immortality, and invincibility, causing the nine-colored light to be unbearable, making the man in white precarious.
"How could this be, to actually shake the nine colors, how strong is he?" the man in white exclaimed.
Ye Chen's strength exceeded imagination, even the man in white had no certainty, feeling as if Ye Chen was boundlessly formidable, almost no less than a real Saint!
Nine colors were the power of the Saint Realm, but ultimately did not belong to him. Ye Chen's invincible thought, his fists moving through the galaxy, could soon break the nine colors, killing him!
At this moment, the man in white panicked, fearing calamity in this place.
"Ye Chen, we will have another battle in the future! Once I ascend to the Saint Realm and fully control destiny, that will be our decisive moment!" The man in white looked at Ye Chen gloomily, expressing his lofty battle intent and firm determination.
"If you want to run, just run, no need for nonsense, I won't mock you!" Ye Chen said calmly.
The man in white was unable to resist defeat; if he did not retreat now, he might be slain by Ye Chen.
So, the man in white expressed his defiance, clearly planning to retreat now and come back for revenge later... frankly, he feared Ye Chen would mock his escape, so he said some strong words before leaving to maintain his dignity.
"Ye Chen, I will fight with you to the death!"
Ye Chen's ruthless exposure increased the man in white's hatred, hinting at a manic resolve.
"Fine! Let's fight to the death, whoever flees is the grandson!" Ye Chen taunted lightly.
"..."
The man in white, hearing this, felt utterly defeated, almost wanting to slap his own face, regretting his careless words.
"Boom!"
Ye Chen suddenly surged with terrifying power, his fist containing the intent of annihilation, ancient and imposing, unparalleled in dominance.
"No, what is this power that can actually shatter the nine colors?!"
In the instant the ancient will attacked, the sky full of nine colors all dimmed, causing the white-robed man's face to change drastically.
The Nine-Colored Divine Skills were his lifeline; if they were broken by Ye Chen, he would undoubtedly die a horrible death!
"Boom!"
The Heavenly Emperor Fist Skill, proud and peerless through the ages, crushed all under its ancient will. Under this fierce edge, the sky full of nine colors dimmed and lost its brilliance, as if about to be dispelled at any moment.
"Is this the aura of the Dragon God's Wrath?" Long Chan, outside the battlefield, exclaimed in astonishment. "No, the Dragon God's Wrath isn't this powerful... but this is indeed its unique aura... what is going on?"
Long Chan's guess was correct; this ancient will was indeed the Dragon God's Wrath!
The Dragon God's Wrath had merged into Ye Chen's body, lying dormant within his palm, becoming his exclusive Divine Weapon.
At this moment, Ye Chen's fist shone across the heavens, igniting the Dragon God's Wrath which immediately erupted with terrifying might, shaking the heavens!
"After my flowers bloom, all other flowers perish!"
In that instant, Ye Chen stood invincible, with the Dao Flower above his head and his fist releasing ancient will, not inferior to a Saint!
"Run! Run! Run!"
The white-robed man had only one thought, to flee from this world, far away from this demon Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's power was so overwhelming that it eclipsed the nine colors, astonishing the white-robed man, leaving him no longer daring to be willful.
"Boom!"
Ye Chen's fist burst forth wildly, actually shattering the nine colors and striking the white-robed man.
"Pu!"
The Heavenly Emperor Fist was too domineering; despite the nine colors' shield, the white-robed man was impacted and spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, the force of Ye Chen's punch was so intense that it sent the white-robed man flying, inadvertently helping him get closer to the black hole.
"Ye Chen, I will repay today's humiliation one day, just you wait for me!" the white-robed man roared back at Ye Chen as he entered the black hole.
"Get lost quickly, or I will beat you until you roll away!" Ye Chen threatened.
Seeing Ye Chen's intent to pursue, the white-robed man immediately hurled himself into the black hole, fleeing back to the world outside.
"..."
"The nine colors are a power of the Saint Realm. If the white-robed man hadn't retreated, I might have killed him if I exerted all my strength."
"But as a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow, he only thought of escaping, making it impossible for me to kill him."
"However, if I can create another form of the Heavenly Emperor Fist, he wouldn't be able to escape!"
"The white-robed man is not a threat. After losing to me once, he will lose to me for life!"
"But now, I have exposed my true power, showing a strength too overwhelming. Once I return to the outside world, I fear I will draw the suspicion of the Saints..."
"My current state cannot be easily exposed; the outside Saints are not just one or two... Exposing myself now is as good as certain death!"
"What... should I do?"
The white-robed man had escaped to the outside world; if Ye Chen pursued, there might be a chance to kill him.
But the Saints were waiting outside. If Ye Chen recklessly chased after and revealed his Heavenly Emperor identity, he might be besieged and killed by the Saints! At that time, no matter how sharp Ye Chen's edge, he would find it impossible to escape the Saints' combined might...
However, staying hidden in the temple wasn't a solution either. As a disciple of Baihua Palace, remaining unseen for too long would arouse suspicion.
"This is a tricky situation!" Contemplating various possibilities, Ye Chen's mind grew complicated.
"..."
"The turmoil here has subsided, so why isn't Ye Chen leaving?" Long Chan, hiding in the distance, wondered. "It's strange, why does Ye Chen seem sorrowful and lost... What's wrong with him?"
Long Chan, observing Ye Chen from afar, noticed his sadness and confusion as if he were at a loss, which greatly surprised her.
Ye Chen was undoubtedly an invincible figure, leading his generation at a young age, capable of unleashing the power of a Saint. This was an immense terror; if his deeds were known to the outside world, it would undoubtedly cause a storm!
But such an invincible figure, showing confusion and helplessness, was simply unbelievable to Long Chan.
"Not good!"
Long Chan's face changed dramatically, intending to leave, but it was too late; a figure appeared, blocking her path.
"Long Chan, come and fight me, and let me slap you to death!" Ye Chen blocked Long Chan and challenged her.
"..."
Long Chan looked at Ye Chen speechless, wondering if this person was mentally ill?
One moment sacred, another vulgar, sometimes serious, sometimes playful... could Ye Chen be a monkey in disguise?
"Long Chan, why are you not speaking?" Ye Chen demanded imposingly. "Did you not want to fight me? I now fulfill your wish, come and fight!"
"Can you move aside? I want to go home!"
Long Chan had no real concept of Ye Chen's power, so she always wanted to challenge him and beat him into a dead dog as punishment for his offense against her.
But Ye Chen had just displayed great divine might, unleashing the power of a Saint, which chilled Long Chan to the bone with an inexplicable terror.
Long Chan no longer wanted to fight Ye Chen, as she did not wish for her grace to wither early.
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