In his field of vision, Ye Chen was standing there, motionless.
Duanmu Yu did not see any pain on Ye Chen's face as Duanmu Yu had imagined. There was no sadness, no joy, no expression.
"How can this be?"
Surprise flashed through Duanmu Yu's mind, but in the next moment, he could no longer see Ye Chen's figure in his eyes. He only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him. Then, a pair of cold eyes appeared in front of him, as if they were going to be deeply imprinted in his soul.
"No!"
A mournful wail burst out. Duanmu Yu's hair stood on end. His soul power, thunder and fire power crazily gushed out. However, it was useless as they were all shattered by Ye Chen. Ye Chen's fist was filled with a tyrannical aura.
At this moment, Duanmu Yu had lost the ability to think. He could not imagine that he, who possessed the Lightning-Fire Celestial Body, would be forced into such a desperate situation by Ye Chen.
"Brat, you dare!"
A furious roar suddenly erupted, causing the hearts of the crowd to tremble. Ye Chen only felt his body stiffen. A terrifying Spiritual Energy surged into his body like a tsunami and bombarded the Soul Suppressing Shield, causing it to shatter. He felt a metallic taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Dodge!"
Seizing this momentary opportunity, Duanmu Yu's feet flickered, and he narrowly avoided the fist. He stood at the edge of the arena, his hand covering his chest as he gasped for breath. If he hadn't dodged just now, he would've definitely ended up seriously injured.
How could Ye Chen's strength be this strong? That black and white fist was too strange.
From the Tianyan Dynasty to the Tianwu City, Duanmu Yu had been paying attention to Ye Chen all the time. He was sure that Ye Chen had not grasped such a terrifying Fist Technique before.
However, today, Ye Chen had used it in the arena and had almost defeated him.
This Fist Technique must have come from the Divine Palace.
Thinking of this, Duanmu Yu was filled with unwillingness.
Both of them had practiced hard in the Divine Palace for ten days. Why was Ye Chen able to obtain such a powerful fist technique, while he himself had only obtained ordinary cultivation methods and martial arts? His strength had not increased by much. It was too unfair.
Duanmu Yu grumbled in his heart, pushing all the unfairness to the heavens. He simply didn't consider his own problems.
Patter!
Ye Chen's body fell to the ground. Bright red blood dripped onto the ground. It was so dazzling, like a blooming flower.
"Heavenly Flame Sovereign King, you are truly a good father."
Ye Chen turned his gaze and looked at a figure in the distance. A ferocious killing intent flashed in his eyes.
The person who had shouted earlier was Duanmu Yu's father, the Heavenly Flame Emperor, Duanmu Chen.
That shout seemed incomparably ordinary, but in fact, it contained a powerful Soul Energy. It was a Soul Technique, a rare Sound Soul Technique. It could merge Soul Energy into sound waves and kill without a trace. It was extremely terrifying.
If Ye Chen did not have the Soul Suppressing Shield, that shout would definitely have seriously injured him or even killed him on the spot.
There was no lack of Saint experts present. Chang Qingshan and Lin Xinghan had even stepped into the Void Piercing Realm. With a glance, they could tell that Duanmu Chen had the intention to harm Ye Chen. Their eyes flashed with displeasure.
It was not only because he had disrupted the competition, but also because he had ignored the rules of the Battle of the Dynasties and the Heavenly Deity Palace.
"Duanmu Yu has already lost. Why do you have to make a move? I had no choice but to shout just now. Please forgive me."
These words sounded like an apology, but they were actually filled with coldness. The Heavenly Flame Sovereign King stood in the air, his eyebrows not even twitching. His voice was incomparably cold.
"Lives cannot be harmed in the arena, but there is no rule that says I cannot be heavy-handed. I have a grudge with Duanmu Yu. Since I have won this battle, I can do whatever I want as long as I do not harm his life. Moreover, Duanmu Yu also said earlier that he wanted to cripple my limbs and make me be carried out of the arena. Why didn't you stand out at that time?"
A cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.
This Heavenly Flame Sovereign King was simply a treacherous person.
Duanmu Yu had ruthlessly attacked and said arrogant words. He did not care at all. However, just now, when Ye Chen attacked in anger, he secretly used a Soul Technique to heavily injure Ye Chen. He even acted as if he was in the right. It was truly unbearable. It could even be said that he had embarrassed the Heavenly Flame Dynasty.
If the ruler of a country was like this, how could the Heavenly Flame Dynasty prosper?
Duanmu Chen was so agitated that his face flushed red. His body emitted endless anger, but he did not dare to flare up at all. This was not the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, but Heaven Martial City, at the foot of the Heavenly God Palace. Moreover, there were two Void Piercing Realm cultivators in front of him. Even if he was given ten guts, he would not dare to challenge the dignity of the Heavenly God Palace.
Seeing that Duanmu Chen had sunk into silence, Ye Chen cast his gaze towards Lin Xinghan and said indifferently, "Palace Master Lin, someone has interfered in this battle. How should we decide?"
Lin Xinghan paused, then announced, "In the battle between Ye Chen and Duanmu Yu, Ye Chen has the upper hand. If Duanmu Chen had not suddenly interfered, he would have undoubtedly lost. Therefore, I announce that the winner of this battle is …"
"Wait!"
Just as Lin Xinghan was about to announce the result, Chang Qingshan, who was standing beside him, suddenly spoke, causing the crowd's gaze to freeze slightly. The result was already very obvious. Why did Chang Qingshan want to stop him? Could it be that there was something fishy going on?
Under the crowd's puzzled gaze, Chang Qingshan slowly stepped forward and landed in front of Ye Chen. He sized him up and then asked, "In the battle just now, Duanmu Yu used all his strength to use a Profound Level Soul Technique, but why were you not injured at all?"
Hearing this, the crowd was suddenly stunned. That's right, in the chaos just now, Duanmu Yu did use a Soul Technique, and that Soul Technique had accurately hit Ye Chen. Logically speaking, Ye Chen, who had not entered the Saint Plane, should have been injured quite a bit.
"Moreover, Duanmu Chen's shout just now also contained an extremely powerful Soul Power. Even if it was me, in a situation where I was unprepared, I would also be affected quite a bit. However, you are still unharmed. Can you explain this?"
Chang Qingshan asked again. He couldn't help but raise his voice a bit, causing the crowd to be even more puzzled.
Not far away, Mo Wugui's face also darkened when he heard this series of questions.
His eyes constantly flashed with a sharp light as he looked deeply at Ye Chen. It was as if a string in his heart had been touched, and he erupted with excitement.
The thief who caused the riot in the 13th Divine Palace was from the Sacred Race. He was skilled in fist techniques and knew a strange demonic lotus martial art.
He once stayed in the Qinwu Dynasty and then went to the Tianyan Dynasty. Since then, he had disappeared without a trace.
These few points had no pattern to speak of, and could even be said to be fragmented. However, if all the suspicious points were placed on Ye Chen, it was a perfect match.
Ye Chen, a young man with a thin figure, was skilled in fist techniques, and even knew the powerful demonic lotus martial art.
He was from the Qinwu Dynasty. Because of the war between the dynasties, he once stayed in the Tianyan Dynasty.
More importantly, the Sacred Race was skilled in the Soul Dao. Their attainments in Soul Power far surpassed experts of the same level.
And Ye Chen, who had not entered the Saint Plane, was able to withstand two Soul Techniques and was not injured at all.