Ye Chen stood tall and heroic, dressed in white as pure as snow, his eyes deeper than the starry sky.
His face was expressionless, even when facing the Thirteen Heavenly Kings, giving off an unfathomable aura of terror, as if tinged with a mysterious brilliance, every gesture and movement exuding an indescribable, profound charm.
He just stood there on the Heavenly Dome.
Boom——
The Thirteen Heavenly Kings charged forward, each one a terrifying figure of their time, rarely seen in the world before the upheaval of heaven and earth. Each had sealed themselves away for eternity but could change the fate of the world once they emerged.
They could decide the rise and fall of the Ancient Emperor Continent, could claim kingship and establish ancestry, they were the strongest foundation of a great clan, and now they had all made a move, all to deal with Ye Chen alone, an unprecedented situation.
