Imperial Son-Level Clash, Crushing the Netherworld!

With a casual flick of his finger, Xuanyuan Che unleashed a wisp of pure Chaos Origin Power, seemingly insignificant yet potent.

The finger wind plunged into the swirling Netherworld Passage, like dropping cold water into boiling oil.

BOOM!

The entire passage shuddered violently. A muffled groan echoed from within, as if the entity on the other side had suffered a minor setback. The previously stable Supreme-level aura instantly became chaotic, forcefully interrupting its descent.

"Scoundrel! How dare you disturb the Crown Prince's arrival!" The Netherworld Clan Saint King, currently engaged with Mu Qingxue, bellowed in shock and fury. Ignoring the Sword Intent bearing down on him, he forcibly activated a Netherworld Bone Staff, summoning a torrent of death qi. This transformed into a roaring Netherworld Bone Dragon that lunged at Xuanyuan Che from behind.

Mu Qingxue's eyes turned cold. Her Nirvana Sword Intent instantly condensed to its limit, and the Wuchen Sword became an almost invisible, fine thread.

"Nirvana."

This was a killing move.

Screech!

The Netherworld Clan Saint King's body suddenly froze. He looked down in disbelief, seeing a transparent sword hole in his chest. No blood flowed from the wound; all his life force and even his soul were instantly annihilated by the terrifying Sword Intent, returning to nothingness!

"Urgh..." He opened his mouth, and his body immediately turned to dust, scattering amidst the dense death qi.

A Netherworld Clan Saint King had fallen!

Meanwhile, Yun Mengyao activated the Seven-Colored Spirit-Nourishing Cauldron. The cauldron lid lifted, revealing not alchemical flames, but a vast expanse of Medicine Soul Essence. Under her precise control, this essence transformed into countless tough, colorful chains that bound the Netherworld Clan Saint King fighting her.

The Netherworld Clan Saint King roared and struggled, death qi surging, but he couldn't break free from the containment formation infused with the Medicine Saint's Legacy.

"Thunder Tribulation World Destruction!" Lei Mingjian seized the opportunity, exchanging a blow with the Netherworld Clan Saint King he was fighting. Both were repelled.

Lei Mingjian roared, channeling all the Thunder Source within him and connecting with the suppressed Heaven and Earth Thunder Punishment Power outside. Though extremely weak, amplified by his Physical Body, which was stronger than a Saint's, it transformed into an incredibly brilliant Purple-Gold Thunder Spear, which he hurled forth!

The thunder spear instantly traversed space. Under the terrified gaze of the bound Netherworld Clan Saint King, it pierced his skull!

Thunder erupted, blasting him to smithereens!

Another Netherworld Clan Saint King had fallen!

This was outrageous!

In the blink of an eye, all three Netherworld Clan Saint Kings presiding over the ritual were annihilated! The remaining Netherworld Clan cultivators were terrified and their formation collapsed.

At this moment, a furious roar erupted from the Netherworld Passage, which had been violently shaking from Xuanyuan Che's finger flick!

"Trash, you court death!"

The passage expanded violently, and a pressure far more solid than before descended! Although it still couldn't completely break through the suppression of world rules, remaining at the peak Saint King level, its inherent quality made all beings present tremble at a soul level!

A figure slowly stepped out of the passage.

He wore a dark imperial robe embroidered with the pattern of Ten Thousand Ghosts Worship, and an Emperor Crown on his head. His face was indistinct, with only a pair of eyes like two swirling Netherworld Vortexes, incredibly dark.

His body was slightly illusory, clearly not his true form, but the aura he exuded was enough to look down upon all beings!

It was the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone!

His cold gaze instantly locked onto Xuanyuan Che below the altar, his killing intent almost tangible. "You ruined my plans, destroyed my descent ritual, and possess a forbidden physique... Today, I will use your Chaos Blood to compensate for my losses!"

He raised his hand and pointed.

"Netherworld Emperor Finger!"

As he pointed, ten thousand ghosts wailed! Endless Netherworld Spiritual Energy converged, forming a colossal gray finger imbued with imperial might, pointing at Xuanyuan Che. This strike had already surpassed the Saint Realm, containing true Supreme laws!

This was a terrifying killing technique that only an Imperial Son-level being could unleash!

Facing this finger, which could easily kill a Saint King, Xuanyuan Che's eyes were calm, with a hint of scrutiny.

"Possessing Emperor-level Origin but lacking corresponding realm comprehension, merely a hollow imitation. Your clone is too crude."

He didn't even use any divine abilities, meeting the attack with a palm strike.

Palm met finger.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The moment the Netherworld Emperor Finger touched Xuanyuan Che's fist, countless vengeful souls shrieked in terror.

Crack!

The Emperor Finger actually snapped!

Chaos Power, it breaks all laws! Especially against this kind of sinister and deathly power, its suppression reached its peak!

The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone's body trembled violently, and disbelief flashed across his indistinct face. Although his clone was suppressed by world rules and could only exert peak Saint King power, its essence was Supreme-level, and it unleashed a secret technique imbued with imperial might. Yet, it was so easily shattered by a single punch from the opponent?

"Impossible! You... how can you be this strong?!" the Netherworld Crown Prince exclaimed.

He wasn't unfamiliar with Imperial Son-level Prodigies, but in his understanding, natives of the Lower Realm absolutely couldn't possess such pure and terrifying power while still in the Saint Realm!

"Frog in a well," Xuanyuan Che commented indifferently and stepped forward, taking the initiative. He moved like a phantom, instantly appearing before the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone, his five fingers spread, reaching directly for the opponent's face.

Simple, brutal, yet carrying a suffocating pressure!

The Netherworld Crown Prince was both shocked and enraged. He roared, his imperial robe billowing, and nine shields carved with ferocious Ghost Emperor patterns appeared around him. All of them were Supreme Defensive Ghost Artifacts!

At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, drawing upon the blood soul power accumulated by the altar, which transformed into a roaring Blood-Colored Nether Dragon that lunged towards Xuanyuan Che.

Xuanyuan Che's palm ignored the Blood-Colored Nether Dragon. The dragon crashed into his Chaos Body Protection Divine Light and instantly disintegrated. His palm continued forward, pressing onto the nine Ghost Emperor shields.

Crack! Crack! Crack...

A series of grating shattering sounds rang out!

The nine ghost artifacts, like paper, shattered one after another under Xuanyuan Che's palm!

The Netherworld Crown Prince's pupils constricted, and he retreated madly, attempting to create distance. He finally realized that in the face of absolute power, his proud clone was at a complete disadvantage!

"Trying to leave?" Xuanyuan Che was faster. His palm seemed to break through the limits of space and time, ignoring the distance, and steadily pressed onto the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone's face.

"Devour!"

The two icy words were spoken.

Chaos Runes on Xuanyuan Che's palm flashed, unleashing a terrifying devouring power!

"No--!" The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone let out a scream of terror and despair. He felt the origin, soul power, and even that sliver of Emperor Blood origin that his clone had painstakingly condensed being madly extracted and poured into the opponent's body!

He struggled desperately, unleashing various Netherworld secret arts onto Xuanyuan Che, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to shake his Chaos Dao Body in the slightest!

Before this ethereal and handsome man, all his methods seemed pale and powerless.

In just two or three breaths, the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone's body became transparent and illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Father Emperor... save me..." he let out a final, weak wail.

His clone, infused with Emperor Blood, was comparable in significance to his true self.

Xuanyuan Che's expression was unreadable. A flash of chaotic light flickered in his palm.

The Netherworld Crown Prince Clone completely exploded, devoured by Xuanyuan Che, becoming nourishment for his Chaos Dao Foundation. Even the passage, which had not yet fully stabilized, collapsed and vanished with a roar.

Beneath the altar, there was dead silence.

All the surviving Netherworld Clan cultivators looked ashen, trembling.

In the distance, other Prodigies, who were struggling to resist the siege of Netherworld creatures, also witnessed this shocking scene, their jaws dropping.

That Netherworld Crown Prince... was just crushed to death by Xuanyuan Che like an ant?

Xuanyuan Che closed his eyes, subtly sensing the gains from his devouring. He then opened them, a flicker of understanding in his eyes.

"So it was just a trace of diluted collateral Emperor Blood, not from a direct descendant, and he dared to call himself Crown Prince? The Netherworld Clan is truly becoming more and more pathetic."

The contempt in his tone sent a bone-chilling coldness through the Netherworld Clan cultivators.

Just then, the entire Battlefield shook violently again. The Netherworld death qi in the sky began to recede rapidly, and the cracks in the earth started to mend.

With the Netherworld Crown Prince Clone destroyed and the Saint King presiding over the great formation perishing, the Netherworld Great Formation lost its core and began to collapse on its own.

The rules of the Myriad Races Battlefield were reasserting dominance, forcefully repelling and purifying the Netherworld death qi.

The crisis was resolved.

However, Xuanyuan Che frowned slightly, looking up towards the direction of the Battlefield exit, as if sensing something.

"After dealing with the small fry, the big one arrives... the Netherworld Clan is no exception, are they?"

He felt an incredibly powerful divine sense, cold and venomous, locking onto him like a viper, originating from outside the Battlefield.

That aura far surpassed a Saint King. It was a true... Supreme.