After a whole month of seclusion, Ye Chen emerged from his meditation, not yet fully having broken through to the Saintly Treasure Realm, but his eyes had deepened significantly, and the Divine Power within his body had grown even more boundless and overwhelming.
Merely standing there, without deliberately emitting any aura, Great Bandit Wang Tian and the Three Great Kings at his side, as well as the Ancient Xia Saint with only a Residual God, all felt a terrifical oppressive force, as though from mountains and peaks. Not to mention others, the Primordial Spirit in their brow's Mud Ball Palace nearly burst open, leaving them trembling with fear.
Everyone could see that after a month of seclusion, Combat Saint King had grown much stronger, so much so that the word "terrifying" was scarcely adequate to describe him.
Only when Combat Saint King slowly restrained that overwhelming Divine Power did the pressure finally dissipate.