"Is that all?"
A contemptuous voice rang out.
Yang Chen had actually caught the Holy Temple half-saint's fist head-on, preventing it from touching his body in the slightest.
The Holy Temple half-saint's expression went blank. Having received no signal from the Extraterrestrial Demon, he did not continue attacking. This was the difference between a protector and a controlled Holy Temple half-saint.
A protector could act independently, while the Holy Temple half-saint could not.
There were, in fact, reasons for this.
The Holy Temple half-saint had advanced to sainthood. If the control were too strong, he might break free from it outright.
Yet if the control was too weak, this was what happened—his combat strength was terribly rigid.
Thus, even though Yang Chen was not a Saint, he could still contend with one to some extent.
The Extraterrestrial Demon stared fixedly at Yang Chen. Only now did he understand why Yang Chen had been so troublesome even back when he had merely been an Immortal King, or even a Golden Immortal.
Yang Chen's combat strength was simply monstrous. It was nothing like the cultivation he displayed on the surface—at the very least, it was several times greater!
"Kill him!"
The Extraterrestrial Demon rasped at the Holy Temple half-saint.
His voice carried a bewitching force.
In an instant, a scarlet gleam flashed through the Holy Temple half-saint's eyes.
Immediately afterward, the cultivation of the Saint Realm erupted in an instant. Wrapped in terrifying might, even the air between Heaven and earth seemed to contain particles of that energy.
It was incomparably violent.
Ferocious waves of air swept across Heaven and earth.
Endless holy light began surging through the world, carrying terrifying might. Sacred radiance covered the Holy Temple half-saint's body, as though forming an armor of holy light.
Powerful strength burst forth.