The final spot in the decisive battle would be decided between Shen Xie and Ye Yichen.
Li Tianming and Zi Zhen had not fought, and they had once again left the Divine Tomb Cult crowd disgusted and miserable. These tens of millions of Divine Tomb Cult spectators were already nearly crazed in their desperation for a victory.
The flames of confrontation between the Divine Tomb and Profound Court sides burned across the Divine Emperor Platform.
This clash of wills had already reached a white-hot stage. Where was there any trace of feast-time friendship left?
"Mother!"
Ye Yichen glanced at his mother, Ye Qingtan, then leaped up amid the support of the Ye Clan's experts and geniuses. Facing the oppressive aura of tens of millions from the Divine Tomb Cult, he landed steadily upon the Divine Emperor Platform!
The youth was like sturdy grass beneath a gale—he would rather snap than bend. He stood firm within the storm, his eyes as tranquil as an abyss, his will intense.
And the various Profound Court clans behind him, even some of the ghosts and gods, did not let him down. They raised their voices and auras in support, bracing Ye Yichen's back and sending his momentum soaring!
Naturally, the Divine Tomb Cult crowd on the opposite side found this outstanding figure of the imperial bloodline deeply unpleasant.
"Get down!"
"You got one-shotted and still dare come up here pretending?"
"Shen Xie, take the stage!"
The tens of millions from the Divine Tomb Cult had called and called, awaiting the descent of the invincible genius in their hearts. Setting everything else aside, the identity of the cult leader's son alone made him the highest-ranking junior in the entire Profound Court Cosmic Empire!
Even more valuable than princes and princesses.
"He's here!"
When it was