"How is that possible?"
Countless people were speechless.
Looking at the scene before him, he was inexplicably shocked.
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
"Saint Child!"
The expressions of the dozens of disciples from the Epsilon Holy Land changed drastically. They flew up and were about to rush toward the jade platform. Unfortunately, there was an array blocking them. No one could take a step forward.
At this moment.
Even the elders from the Epsilon Holy Land were stunned.
This was too fake.
How elegant was his Saint Child?
How could he be heavily injured in one move?
"Ha!"
Ye Chen shouted coldly, which sounded like a thunderclap. The entire jade platform was about to be flipped over. Blood qi surged like smoke, shooting into the sky.
He raised the spear in his hand again, drew a mysterious trajectory, and smashed it down from the sky.
It was like an ancient mountain rushing out of the river of time. A huge pressure landed on Saint Son Yu Heng's body, causing his body to explode.
Fresh blood continuously sprayed out, dyeing his entire body red. He was in an extremely sorry state.
"Impossible!"
Saint Son Yu Heng's hair was disheveled, and he was in an extremely sorry state. He roared loudly as if he had gone mad. All the true essence in his body gathered on the longsword, and it emitted a dazzling light.
Compared to the blood-colored light that covered the sky and earth, this light was so weak that it seemed to be broken by a poke.
"Rumble!"
The spear fell.
Saint Son Yu Heng raised his hand and slashed out tens of thousands of sword lights. They evolved into Great Dao marks and connected together, wanting to block this attack.
However, the moment the two sides collided, the sword light was directly shattered.
In front of this spear, all of his defenses became extremely pale, as if he could only wait for death.
"Is this the strength of the second on the prodigy roll?”
Saint Son Yu Heng was on the verge of despair. The other party was like a mountain that lay in front of him. He could not look up to it, nor could he resist it. His Dao heart was about to collapse.
Facing this attack, he could only wait for death.
The moment the spear approached.
"Chen 'er, that's enough."
"Stop!"
Two figures appeared at almost the same time.
When everyone came back to their senses.
Only then did he realize.
Unknowingly, two figures had appeared in the arena. One was a middle-aged man, and the other was an old man. The two of them stood in front of Ye Chen, preventing his spear from falling again.
The moment he heard the voice, Saint Son Yu Heng's mind relaxed. Coupled with his injuries, he fainted.
An elder stepped forward and checked his injuries. He heaved a sigh of relief and took out a pill, stuffing it into Saint Son Yu Heng's mouth.
He turned around, his face as dark as water, and said through gritted teeth.
"Our Saint Child lost!"
"Same here. My son only won by a narrow margin. A mere second place on the Prodigy Roll is really not worth mentioning.”
The middle-aged man smiled.
Everyone here could see Saint Son Yu Heng's intention in challenging Ye Chen. He was planning to step on Ye Chen to get to the top. Now that the other party had lost, he naturally would not give him a good look.
After all.
If the one who lost today was Ye Chen, then their Imperial Family would become the joke of the entire cultivation world.
"Patriarch Ye is too humble."
The old man's face twitched as he squeezed out a few words with difficulty.
The second place on the Prodigy Roll was not even worth mentioning.
In the past.
This second place might not be worth mentioning, but it might not be the case in the future. Based on Ye Chen's battle today, who would dare to doubt the authenticity of the prodigy roll? That would be someone whose brain had been kicked by a donkey.
"Our Saint Child is seriously injured. I'll take my leave first.”
After saying that.
Without waiting for the middle-aged man's reply, the old man turned around and picked up his Saint Child before quickly leaving.
He had lost too much face. He really did not have the face to continue staying here. It would have been fine if they had exchanged dozens of moves, but who would have thought that the Saint would be defeated so quickly and so miserably?
If not for his quick movements, Ye Chen's spear just now would have directly smashed his Saint Child into a meat pie.
......
After the elder of the Epsilon Holy Land left with Saint Son Epsilon.
The surroundings of the jade platform exploded.
Countless people discussed.
" Am I seeing things???"
"As a Saint Child, Saint Child Yu Heng lost in just one move?”
" Although it is hard to believe, it is the truth. Ye Chen's power has already reached the peak among the younger generation. I'm afraid that there are not many people in the world who can be his opponent.”
"Where are the people who doubted the authenticity of the Prodigy Roll? I am Chen Feng, ranked 99th on the Sons of Heaven Rankings. I only want to lose today!”
"Hiss! The Holy Son of the Brilliant Ancient Palace, Chen Feng, had actually come!”
"Although he's only ranked 99th, his strength can't be underestimated. You have to know that there are countless human prodigies, and only the top 100 can make it onto the prodigy roll!”
......
Many people gathered around the jade platform, not daring to believe the truth of this matter. However, the truth had happened before their eyes. Even if they did not believe it, they had to believe it. Saint Son Yu Heng had indeed been severely injured in one move.
He couldn't take the second move at all. If he took it head-on, he would only be reduced to ashes.
"Is this the second on the Prodigy Roll?"
In the void.
The young man of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan raised the halberd in his hand. His body was filled with fighting spirit, and two auspicious colors shot out from his golden eyes. They were extremely dazzling.
"Young Master, don't be rash!"
Beside him, an old man quickly stepped forward and blocked the Golden-Winged Roc. He quickly said,"Young Master, you are not his match. If you rashly go up, I'm afraid you will lose your life!”
Although he didn't want to admit it, it was the truth!
Judging from the power Ye Chen had just displayed, even ordinary Heavenly Change Realm warriors would not be his match. Their young master would only be crushed if he went over.
One had to know that this was human territory. If a demon went up to fight a human, no one would care even if he was killed.
"Humph!"
The Golden-Winged Roc snorted coldly and put away the halberd. He muttered,"In the future, there will definitely be a battle between me and Ye Chen!”
"Right!"
"Uncle Fu, after you return, bring a gift and go to the Heaven's Secrets Tower. Ask the Heaven's Secrets Tower Master to release my Demon Race's Sons of Heaven Rankings as well. I'm very curious about my ranking!”
"Yes."
The man called Uncle Fu replied in a low voice.
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