Among the Three Kings, Wang Fang was the true King, while the other two were figures at the peak of the Ninth Heaven Profound Life Realm. Their cultivation dated back to ancient times, and their strength was not necessarily inferior to Wei Tu, as their accumulated spiritual energy was unfathomably vast.
Moreover, having spent a century to temper their intent, it was naturally extraordinary.
Yet three women could actually fight them!
Zhu Fengcheng had always harboured a sense of superiority, but at this moment, it vanished completely. Even Ye Chu’s two maids were so formidable, which made one wonder just how strong Ye Chu truly was.
Zhu Fengcheng vaguely sensed that Ye Chu had not unleashed his full strength during his battle with Wei Tu. If that were true, he might genuinely be capable of confronting a King.
At this thought, Zhu Fengcheng could not help but grow excited. If they could truly subdue the Three Kings, they would reign supreme in this region. Vast resources would also fall into his hands. Zhu Fengcheng knew very well that a figure like Ye Chu would inevitably venture deeper into the Path of Heavenly Prodigies.
“Good. Good. Let this King see just how strong you truly are.” Wang Fang let out a cold snort, his aura erupting as the pressure of a King was laid bare. With the tremors, space howled continuously, power surged, and an immense pressure was exerted.
Zhu Fengcheng and the others saw their expressions change drastically, their bodies instinctively retreating. Once this pressure manifested, it demanded their submission. This was the aura of a King, so formidable it made one’s scalp tingle.
Ye Chu stood in the centre, bearing the full brunt of this pressure, yet his expression remained completely unchanged. He stared directly at his opponent, showing no fear despite facing a King.
Along this journey, Ye Chu had already fought numerous Kings. Wang Fang was formidable, but he was not the strongest King Ye Chu had encountered. Bai Xin and Bai Rou were both a tier above him.
However, this time Ye Chu was relying on his own strength to confront a King, something he had never done before.
Ye Chu took a deep breath, his expression growing solemn. A King was extraordinary, a truth Ye Chu had long understood. His current strength was remarkable, but the gap when facing a King remained immense. Ye Chu did not genuinely believe he could defeat a King, but his intent had reached a bottleneck.
If Ye Chu could break through it, a whole new realm would open before him. Both profound meaning and true intent would undergo a transformation.
With his intent transformed, the techniques and secret arts Ye Chu wielded would see his strength double. At that point, his power would surge once more. This was a powerful temptation, and precisely this temptation drove Ye Chu to risk challenging a King.
The terrifying aura trembled continuously, pressing down without cease. Amid the tremors, space itself seemed to compress, making Ye Chu feel his breathing grow laboured.
“A mere brat dares to challenge me, truly ignorant of the consequences of courting death!” Wang Fang glared, stomping his foot fiercely. Earth spikes erupted from the ground, towering several zhang high, and shot towards Ye Chu.
The earth spikes tore through the void, arriving before Ye Chu in an instant. Ye Chu’s expression tightened, his fist lashing out as spiritual energy surged violently. He struck the earth spike squarely.
“Boom.”
With a deafening crash, the earth spike shattered. Countless fragments of soil and debris shot into the air, carried by the wind into the void. Seeing this, Wang Fang stamped his foot heavily again, launching himself into the air and shooting straight towards Ye Chu.
His fist thrust directly at Ye Chu’s chest, a strike both cunning and vicious, cutting through the air at a bizarre angle and trailing a streak of light aimed at Ye Chu. This attack was utterly domineering, with Wang Fang clearly intending to obliterate Ye Chu in a single blow.
Watching the strike tear through space, Ye Chu’s expression remained calm. He unleashed the power of his entire body without reservation. At this moment, he condensed all his strength into his fist. Facing a King, Ye Chu dared not underestimate him in the slightest. Having clashed with Kings many times, he knew their terror well.
All his power surged forth violently. Amid the tremors, it was like a river bursting its banks, vast and turbulent, its surge causing the void to crackle repeatedly.
It was a power so immense it made one’s heart skip a beat, resembling a colossal tidal wave capable of swallowing everything. Around Ye Chu, only surging momentum remained.
Zhu Fengcheng and the others felt their scalps tingle. They knew Ye Chu was strong, but witnessing the spiritual energy swirling around him, they realised they had underestimated him.
Such terrifying spiritual energy far exceeded their imagination. In his previous battle against Wei Tu, Ye Chu had displayed less than half of this.
Zhu Fengcheng was puzzled, unsure whether Ye Chu had held back previously, or if his strength had surged again in these few days. If it was the former, they could accept it. If it was the latter, it would be utterly defying heaven.
The vast power materialised into a fist in the void. Guided by Ye Chu’s movements, it smashed directly towards Wang Fang like a heavy hammer, radiating boundless might.
Wang Fang let out a cold snort and met it head on with his own fist. In that clash, Ye Chu’s terrifying power was directly shattered. Ye Chu was forced to stagger backwards repeatedly, while Wang Fang’s remaining momentum surged straight towards him.
The King’s pressure was laid bare in this moment. Even with Ye Chu’s boundless strength, it ultimately fell short. His attack was shattered in a single strike.
Watching the fist hurtling towards him, Ye Chu’s figure shot backwards.
“Dream of escaping, if you wish!” Wang Fang sneered, preparing to accelerate, but his expression suddenly changed. He abruptly raised his arm to shield his forehead. With a dull thud, a sword flash materialised in the void, only to be shattered by his fist.
“Evil Spirit Technique!” Wang Fang’s attack was blocked, and Ye Chu had already retreated out of his range. His gaze towards Ye Chu grew even colder.
He had heard disciples of the Sanyuan Sect mention he was an Evil Spirit Practitioner, but had never considered him particularly strong. Yet judging from that silent sword strike just now, even if he was not overwhelmingly powerful, he was certainly not weak.
He was not afraid of the Evil Spirit Technique itself, but its insidious, soundless nature meant that a single careless moment could lead to a devastating setback.
With the Evil Spirit Technique creating a distraction, he would at least have to divert a portion of his focus to guard his entire body. This would inevitably weaken his combat effectiveness by several degrees.
“You think such amateurish tricks can bring down this King? You flatter yourself!” Wang Fang glared at Ye Chu, his expression hardening, veins bulging on his arms as he clearly gathered terrifying power.
The power within Ye Chu’s body also surged forth violently, his aura climbing continuously. The strength of a peak Seventh Heaven Profound Life Realm fighter was revealed, surpassing ordinary peak Profound Life Realm cultivators by a wide margin. A vast sword intent struck forth directly, manifesting as a ten zhang giant sword hovering before Ye Chu. As it swept across, spiritual energy was absorbed into the sword intent, materialising into solid sword beams that flickered endlessly, inducing terrifying heart palpitations.
Ye Chu did not draw a weapon, as ordinary weapons could not withstand such force. As for the Sun and Moon artefacts he had obtained from the Ice Emperor’s vault, he could not utilise them anyway. Only Yang Hui and Yang Ning could find suitable ones.
Yet even without a weapon, relying solely on sword beams was enough to chill one to the bone. The true intent of the sword trembled, and sword hums resonated continuously.