414: Chapter 414 The Pinnacle of Breaking Through Defenses! The Mad End of a Prodigy of the Divine Race

Late at night on the Myriad Realms Battlefield, the cold wind was like a knife.

The blood moon in the sky, which had originally been obscured by Evil Qi, had now returned to a cold, silvery white, shining upon this expanse of ruins stretching for tens of thousands of miles, reflecting large swathes of heart-stoppingly tragic light and shadow.

The remaining million surrendering soldiers of the God-Nether Alliance had already been methodically incorporated and detained by the Xu Family's army. Occasionally, a few scattered screams could be heard from afar; these were the sounds of die-hard elements attempting to escape under the cover of night, being ruthlessly suppressed and killed by the Pojun Imperial Guards.

Xu Chen did not stay on the white jade square of the main camp to chat with his parents.

For this newly ascended Emperor, digesting the massive amount of Luck he had just devoured and stabilizing his newly formed Emperor Dao Law were the top priorities.

Wearing a spotless moon-white brocade robe, he strolled leisurely across this wasteland belonging to the defeated with his hands behind his back. With every step he took, a purple-gold Luck lotus would automatically bloom in the Void Realm beneath his feet, isolating him from the filthy mud and bloodstains.

Following by his side were only the Demon Race mother and daughter, Ye Jiayin and Ye Wushuang.

Both women had changed into form-fitting black gowns, perfectly outlining their proud curves that were enough to drive all living beings to madness.

They followed half a step behind Xu Chen; in those purple eyes, there was no longer the arrogance and coldness they once held as Demon Race commanders, leaving only an inseparable submissiveness and dependence.

The group of three walked through a valley crushed by the Supreme Emperor's Might.

In the center of the valley was a depression completely dyed red with blood. In the middle of the depression sat a young man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, kneeling.

The armor on the man had long since shattered into countless pieces, and his exposed skin was covered in deep scars that revealed bone. He held his head tightly with both hands, and a hoarse low growl, like a wild beast on the verge of death, escaped his throat.

Ye Wushuang stopped, and by the cold moonlight, she saw the man's face clearly, a hint of surprise flashing in her cold eyes.

"Husband, it's the Divine Son of the God Race, Di Shitian."

Hearing this, Xu Chen paused slightly, his deep gaze falling upon the man kneeling on the ground.

The Divine Son of the God Race.

This title had been thunderously famous on the Myriad Realms Battlefield a few months ago. As the direct Bloodline the God Lord placed the most hope in, Di Shitian possessed a rare Light Divine Body. At a young age, he had stepped into the Peak of the Saint King realm, only one step away from the Great Saint Realm.

He was once insufferably arrogant, viewing the Prodigies of all races as mere grass. Even in the battle where the God-Nether Alliance set a trap to surround and annihilate the Demon Race, it was this Divine Son who personally led the team, driving Ye Jiayin into a desperate situation.

And now, this once high-and-mighty first-in-line successor of the God Race was like a stray dog with a broken spine, kneeling in these ruins belonging to the Xu Family.

"Di Shitian."

In Ye Jiayin's mature and lazy voice, there was an undisguised trace of mockery. Naturally, she had not forgotten how this junior had arrogantly tried to extract her Demon Sovereign Origin back in the War God Canyon.

Hearing the voice, Di Shitian, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently.

He slowly raised his head; that originally extraordinarily handsome face was now covered in mud and clotted blood. His eyes were hollow and vacant, filled with hideous bloodshot streaks.

When he saw Xu Chen standing not far away, along with Ye Jiayin and her daughter following beside him like submissive handmaidens...

Di Shitian's hollow pupils contracted violently.

"Em... Emperor..."

His lips trembled as he spat out those two words, as if using up all his strength.

Just today, he had witnessed with his own eyes how Xu Chen, like a demon god, had swallowed the Chaos Lightning Liquid during the Lightning Tribulation; he had witnessed how that Lower Realm Empress had descended from the sky with the posture of an Emperor; and even more, he had witnessed how the four Emperors of the Xu Family had crushed his insufferably arrogant Father Emperor, along with the entire high-level leadership of the God Race, like ants.

Those terrifying scenes beyond his comprehension were like heavy hammers, smashing his rock-solid, invincible Dao Heart into pieces.

The God Race Bloodline he was so proud of, the Saint King cultivation he was so proud of...

Before this excessively young Young Master Xu, they didn't even have the qualification to be a stepping stone.

What made him collapse even more was...

Standing beside Xu Chen were Demon Sovereign Ye Jiayin, who was regarded as a Mortal enemy by the God Race and was proud to her core, and that ice-cold Demon Race Young Clan Chief.

These two women who would once rather die than submit were now like two completely tamed cats, willingly snuggling beside that man. The affection revealed in their eyes was like two sharp daggers, ruthlessly stabbing into Di Shitian's already shattered self-esteem.

"Why... why is it like this..."

Di Shitian suddenly released his head and began to claw at his hair frantically.

"My God Race has ruled the heavens for a hundred thousand years! I, Di Shitian, was born to ascend the divine throne and suppress the eternal ages as the Child of Destiny! Why... why would I lose to you?!"

His voice turned from hoarse to a shrill scream, and two lines of bloody tears even burst from the corners of his eyes.

"Four Emperors in one family... a harem full of Great Saints... Fake! This is all an illusion! This must be this Divine Son's Heart Demon Tribulation! Yes, this is a Heart Demon Tribulation! As long as I break the illusion, I will still be the number one Prodigy in the heavens!"

Di Shitian stumbled up from the pool of blood.

The Light Divine Power within his body had completely spiraled out of control, rampaging through his Meridians. Like a madman, he waved his blood-stained hands, condensing several weak golden blades of light, hacking wildly at the surrounding Void Realm.

"Break! Break this illusion for this Divine Son!"

Ye Wushuang looked at Di Shitian, who had fallen into a state of total madness, her brow furrowing slightly as she instinctively gripped the hilt of her Demon Saber, preparing to step forward and finish off this eyesore of a madman.

Xu Chen lightly raised his hand, stopping her.

"No need to dirty your hands."

Xu Chen's expression was as calm as water, and in his deep purple-gold eyes, there was not the slightest bit of pity.

In his view, this so-called number one Prodigy of the heavens never even had the qualification to be his opponent from the very beginning.

"His Dao Heart is shattered, and his Origin has backfired. He is now less than even a Mortal."

Xu Chen withdrew his gaze, not even bothering to release a shred of Emperor's pressure. He simply took the hands of Ye Jiayin and Ye Wushuang and walked past Di Shitian with a composed pace.

Xu Chen's calmly departing back, falling into Di Shitian's vacant pupils, became the final straw that crushed his sanity.

"No... don't go! Look at me! I am the Divine Son of the God Race! Kill me! Kill me!"

Di Shitian turned around, stumbling as he tried to chase after Xu Chen's back. But the Light Divine Power out of control within his body finally exploded completely at this moment.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull explosion.

Di Shitian's Dantian and Qi Sea shattered with a bang. The once majestic Saint King Origin leaked out frantically through his pores like a leaking ball.

He He was like a withered tree whose life force had been drained., fell heavily into the pool of blood.

"I am the Divine Son... I am invincible under heaven..."

He spat out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes staring fixedly in the direction Xu Chen had left. That once handsome face was now completely twisted and deformed, his mouth still unclearly repeating those few mad mutterings.

The once insufferably arrogant God Race Prodigy, before Xu Chen's invincible momentum, could not even take a single blow and had forced himself into becoming a complete cripple.

Xu Chen did not look back.

He led his two beautiful Demon Race wives, strolling through the ruins under the moonlight.

"Husband, after the turmoil of the Myriad Realms Battlefield subsides, how do you plan to handle the countless territories and resources left behind by the God and Nether Races?"

Ye Jiayin leaned against Xu Chen's shoulder, enjoying this rare peace, and asked lazily.

Xu Chen smiled slightly, his deep gaze looking into the depths of the night.

"These headache-inducing accounting issues will naturally be handled by the most professional person."

In his mind, the face of the Grand Elder appeared—the one that would light up whenever he saw Spirit Stones.

"I expect the Grand Elder should already be standing at the gates of the God and Nether Races' treasuries with his ancestral abacus."