Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Although the current White Ape King has shrunk hundreds of times in size, his muscles are perfectly defined, and explosive power surges beneath every inch of his skin.

The light spear in Aurora King's hand paused slightly, and a hint of interest finally appeared in his pale golden pupils.

"Oh?"

"High-level Saint Realm? It's barely passable."

"Unfortunately, such secret techniques that forcibly elevate one's cultivation level rarely last long. How many breaths can you, White Ape King, withstand against me?"

The White Ape King did not answer.

He was silently counting in his mind.

Twenty breaths.

Only twenty breaths.

This was his trump card, a secret technique he held back, a brief burst of power achieved at the cost of burning his life essence. Twenty breaths later, without Aurora King needing to lift a finger, he would collapse from exhaustion, utterly powerless.

But he had no way out.

Even if it's just to hold on for a little longer, to prolong the time, it's still a glimmer of hope.

"Come!"

The White Ape King let out a low roar, bent his legs slightly, and charged towards the Aurora King like a silver-white lightning bolt.

"What can a high-level Saint Realm expert change?" Aurora King snorted, the light spear in his hand dissipated, and was replaced by a straight punch.

The two fists collided, and with a deafening explosion, the White Ape King was thrown back several miles, his feet leaving two long trails in the air. But this time, he stood firmly, without falling, without spitting blood, and without even showing the slightest sign of pain.

Aurora King's brow twitched slightly as he looked down at his fist.

"...Hmm? Strange, could it be that my power has weakened? Something's not right!!"

Although he didn't use his full strength in this punch, he still used 80% of his power. With his current cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm, 80% of his power was enough to directly injure an ordinary high-level Saint Realm cultivator, or even kill them on the spot.

The white ape king in front of them, which had shrunk in size, was only knocked back several miles, without even leaving many superficial wounds.

Aurora King's interest deepened: "That is indeed quite interesting. Your demon race is a race in this universe known for its physical prowess. Although your white ape true form has shrunk by hundreds of times, it has also increased the strength of your physical body by hundreds of times!"

"You couldn't even be harmed by eighty percent of my strength. Hmph!! No wonder you were so confident just now!"

The White Ape King coldly stared at the Aurora King without replying, simply adopting a fighting stance once more, silently counting in his eyes.

Fifteen breaths.

Fourteen breaths.

"What? Not going to speak!? Could your secret technique possibly turn someone into a mute!?"

Aurora King sneered and moved again. This time he increased his strength, using ninety percent of his power, and threw three punches in succession.

The White Ape King gritted his teeth and endured the blows, crossing his arms to block. With each punch, a new wound appeared on his arm, and more blood splattered out.

But he never retreated, never fell, and remained stubbornly rooted to the spot like a rock.

Ten breaths.

Nine breaths.

Eight breaths.

The White Ape King's steps began to falter, his vision blurred, and blood began to drip from his ears and eyes. But he gritted his teeth and refused to retreat an inch.

There are only three breaths left; at most, I can only hold on for another three breaths.

A flicker of despair flashed in the White Ape King's eyes.

But then, Aurora King's fourth punch came crashing down, this time with all his might!

boom!!!

The White Ape King's body crashed heavily to the ground, creating a bottomless crater.

The moment his body landed, his body, which had been compressed to three meters, suddenly expanded and returned to its original shape, and his silvery-white hair instantly lost its luster.

Twenty breaths have passed.

The White Ape King lay at the bottom of the deep pit, covered in blood, his limbs limp and panting heavily.

The figure of the Aurora King descended from the sky and slowly landed beside him.

He looked down at the massive, battered demonic body at his feet, his pale golden pupils still devoid of pity, joy, or anger.

Aurora King raised his right foot and gently placed it on White Ape King's chest, looking down at him.

"White Ape King, it seems your secret technique... has reached its end. You probably don't have any other tricks up your sleeve now!"

He raised his hand, and the silver aurora in his hand gathered again, reforming into a sharp spear of light, the tip of which slowly aimed at the White Ape King's brow.

"If that's the case, then die."

"Rest assured, after I die, I will hand over your corpse to the Corpse King! At that time, my alien race will have another Saint-level warrior!"

Aurora King grabbed the light spear and stabbed it fiercely towards the White Ape King's head!

But, just as the spear tip was about to touch the White Ape King's brow,

A foot suddenly kicked from the side, striking the shaft of the light spear.

Clang!

The spear of light, which was formed by the full power of the Great Perfection of the Aurora King's Saint Realm, was kicked and sent flying horizontally. It spun dozens of times in the air and then stuck diagonally into the ground several miles away.

The expression on Aurora King's face, which had always been expressionless, suddenly changed at this moment, and he turned his head sharply.

Suddenly, a figure with flowing purple hair appeared behind him, slowly retracting the right foot that had just kicked out.

The man exuded no aura of power, yet the Aurora King trembled with fear.

"You... why are you here?! My Emperor... shouldn't you have been suppressed?"

Xia Jin glanced coldly at Aurora King, her voice as cold as ice.

"Your emperor?"

"Excuse me, he was just suppressed by me."

Xia Jin's casual words made Aurora King and Stone King, the two alien kings, look as ugly as if they had swallowed dead flies.

"Wh...what?!"

"No...impossible!!"

Stone King's dark red eyes glared at Xia Jin, his teeth clenched as he said, "You must be lying!! Our Emperor's strength is unparalleled in the world. Even if you are at the Mythical Realm, you could never be our Emperor's match!! Let alone... let alone suppressing our Emperor!!"

The louder he spoke, the more convinced he became, as if the louder he spoke, the more convinced he would be.

Xia Jin remained silent.

Raise your right hand directly, spread your five fingers, and face up.

An ancient aura rose from his palm, and then a heavy scroll slowly unfurled above his head.

The Hetu and Luoshu!

At this moment, deep within the scroll, a blurry figure could be faintly seen, struggling and roaring within, yet unable to break free from the cage that spanned heaven and earth.

The aura of that figure was all too familiar to Aurora King and Stone King.

It was their emperor who had just awakened, just returned to the world, and had not yet had time to sweep across the land!

Aurora King's pupils dilated completely, his eyes filled with despair.

"That's the Emperor's aura!! How is this possible!? Could the Emperor really be defeated?"

The same goes for the Stone King. Even the awakened emperor is no match for this person, so what else can they use to contend with him?

"You don't believe me?"

"Then let's go in together and keep your emperor company."