Chapter 990: One Man Defeats the West
The Divine Knight was different; his performance was unexpected. With a single spear strike, he shattered the void, striking the high heavens and blocking the Pope's sky-covering great hand.
Everyone was somewhat puzzled, especially the Vatican crowd, who were in an uproar, never expecting the number one expert under the Western stars to act this way.
The Pope was startled, his expression calm and devoid of any emotion. He withdrew that crystalline great hand that had covered the sky and sat composedly on his stone chair carved with a cross. His eyes were like the sea, revealing no trace of emotional fluctuation.
Ye Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth, saying nothing. The Pope was an extremely dangerous man, but the Divine Knight was inherently upright and unwilling to act this way.
"Fight again!"
The Divine Knight merged with the Dao, concealing himself within the void. Leaning on his spear, his entire being radiated a peerless sharpness that dominated the world. He transformed entirely into a divine spear, his killing intent pervading the nine heavens.
"Buzz!"
He charged forward, spear in hand. With a forceful shake, tens of thousands of spear shadows appeared, each one real, caused by the tip's incredibly fast vibration, tearing open a stretch of the sky.
Wherever he passed, heaven and earth were split apart, everything was destroyed. With a single spear thrust, mountains and rivers stirred, nothing could withstand it. The peerless sharpness pierced through all tangible matter.
"Bang"
Ye Fan swung his fist. In this era, only he dared to clash head-on with the Divine Knight's spear. Sparks flew in all directions as he struck the spear shaft with his golden fist, causing heaven and earth to shatter and ghosts to wail.
Between the two, wave after wave of terrifying fluctuations erupted, splitting the void and creating endless abyssal rifts. Some cracks directly extended for hundreds of miles.
Their fierce battle was incredibly intense, and everyone's eyes could barely keep up. All they saw were two beams of light colliding, each impact like a comet striking the earth.
"Chi"
Another spear thrust came, its sharpness fully exposed. At the tip of this heaven-startling spear stood a deity, hands behind its back, looking down on the world with disdain. It coldly stared at Ye Fan, opened its mouth, and let out a roar. A river of heaven descended, a vast, boundless white mist—this was the trace of the Great Dao.
Ye Fan fought back. His left hand formed the Moon Seal, a bright moon appearing in his palm to block the peerless dragon spear for defense. His right hand formed the Sun Seal, a divine sun erupting like a furnace, shattering the vast Dao waves, taking charge of offense!
"Rumble"
At the horizon's end, the two were entangled. Dao waves shook the mountains and ancestral ridges. All the ancient formations were activated. The fifty sacred mountains shone brightly, countless patterns interweaving, and the formations of ancient sages roared.
Ye Fan battled the Divine Knight fiercely. Both displayed their own methods, unleashing secret arts so bizarre and astonishing that they dazzled the eyes. This was not just a clash of divine might and magical power but also a manifestation of their Dao attainments.
Whenever the dragon spear was thrust, a terrifying scene of mountains and rivers collapsing would appear. The deity standing on the spear tip shone with brilliant eyes, sweeping away all obstacles. If it were an ordinary person, they couldn't withstand it and would instantly turn to dust.
Ye Fan evolved the myriad dharma seals, fighting without pause. The two were like needle points against wheat awns, their dharma manifestations shaking the nine heavens. The more they fought, the fiercer they became, neither giving ground.
Ye Fan's left hand Moon Seal was mainly for defense. That bright moon emitted a soft light, merging with the spear tip, sticking to it and refusing to let go. His right hand Sun Seal was mainly for offense, its radiance blazing fiercely. After striking thousands of times, it finally shattered the deity.
"Boom"
A violent explosion erupted between them, and both were sent flying backward. With such a world-shaking strike, the fifty sacred mountains trembled, and a gap appeared between them, from which the two fought their way out.
Undoubtedly, this was another disaster. With one spear thrust, the Divine Knight turned dozens of great mountains and a stretch of ancient castles into dust in an instant!
The spear pierced through the void, turning an area of dozens of miles into an unfathomable abyss. Underground magma surged up, causing a massive eruption.
This was an unimaginable battle. Outsiders could hardly comprehend the vastness of their divine might. With every casual strike, heaven and earth collapsed. For them, this was a true divine war.
Ye Fan let out a long roar. His golden blood energy surged to the heavens, vast as an ocean. This caused even greater harm. The people of the Divine Radiance Clan, who happened to be in this direction, saw hundreds of knights all perish. They and their mounts shattered into bloody mist and bone fragments, including the clan leader—none survived.
The Pope finally changed color. Even the fifty sacred mountains could hardly contain their battle. If the battlefield continued to spread, this cave heaven and blessed land, isolated from the mortal world, would be completely destroyed.
"Boom!"
He activated his great divine power. Besides drawing on the fifty sacred mountains, he also moved the twelve divine palaces. These were built by the twelve disciples loyal to the sage Jesus, enduring through the ages without decay, suppressing all directions.
Ye Fan and the Divine Knight were locked in battle, paying no attention to this. In their eyes, there was only the opponent, nothing else. At this stage, they had forgotten everything else.
The Divine Knight swept his dragon spear horizontally. This time, the spear shaft was densely covered with Dao patterns, emitting a blinding light that turned into raging flames. This was innate Dao fire, a manifestation of his Dao attainments.
"Puff"
Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out a Dao diagram, inscribed with complex patterns. This was innate Grand Void Gang Qi, transformed from a mouthful of his essence, engraved with his Dao. It was an imitation of the Ji Family's secret art, evolved through the Battle Saint Art.
A Dao diagram hung in the air, clashing with the innate Dao fire. The two continuously collided. The Dao fire was extinguished, and the diagram's patterns also blurred, striking each other repeatedly.
"Boom"
The Divine Knight swung his spear horizontally, using it like a heaven-splitting great club to smash down, splitting the void. At the same time, he froze three thousand miles. A vast, white icy world suddenly appeared, freezing everything.
This was the ultimate temperature, shattering stones on the ground into powder. In an instant, even Ye Fan was sealed within. This was the pinnacle of controlling the Dao.
Just moments ago, it was innate Dao fire; now, in an instant, it transformed into extreme Dao Grand Yin Qi. A dual assault, rapidly shifting, aimed to grind Ye Fan into nothingness.
For others, such opposing Dao techniques might destroy a powerful expert. However, Ye Fan, who cultivated both Grand Yin and Grand Sun, was naturally unafraid.
Within the Grand Yin ice soul, he swung his fists, shattering the solid ice. His golden palm and fingers struck the dragon spear, sending out a sky-full of radiance, blasting the Divine Knight away and causing a trace of blood to seep from the corner of his mouth.
From the beginning until now, they had already fought eight hundred rounds. Ye Fan grew fiercer as the battle progressed. The Divine Knight was injured in this strike, coughing up blood. Yet the light in his eyes burned even brighter.
"Bang"
He shook in the void. In the span of a breath, the world was covered with plants. Ancient trees took root and grew in the void, old vines spread, and patches of flowers bloomed.
In an instant, the entire world was filled with vitality. Green light flickered, and the breath of life was everywhere. The Divine Knight withdrew his killing intent, merging with the natural world.
He blended with the Dao, accompanied by nature, ascending into the state of unity between heaven and man. The life force he emitted nourished all things in heaven and earth.
At this moment, he slowly raised his dragon spear, devoid of any worldly aura. The deity at the spear's tip was gone, the blazing divine radiance had vanished. The spear body was dim, without a trace of luster.
Yet, the Divine Knight, now without any killing intent, made Ye Fan even more wary.
This opponent had become calm and natural, transcendent. Though there was not a single trace of killing intent, it made Ye Fan's muscles tense, sensing that a world-shattering strike was about to be unleashed!
All around, it was deathly silent, still to the extreme. No one made a sound. Even the Pope stood up, his eyes brilliant, looking down from the sacred mountain.
The Divine Knight's face was carved like jade, utterly solemn. His entire being merged with heaven and earth as he delivered a spear strike devoid of worldly aura, without any killing intent, thrusting forward with such plainness.
But at this moment, except for the Pope, almost everyone collapsed to the ground. This was not the pressure of divine might but the vastness of the Great Dao!
What he wielded was no longer a dragon spear but a Great Dao, as if he had pried down the entire sky and smashed it toward Ye Fan. There was no holy radiance, no boiling battle qi—only this stunning "Dao spear"!
Ye Fan's expression was extremely grave. His hands moved not very quickly. He didn't throw punches or form seals, just swayed naturally, leaving behind a trail of Dao traces.
It was equally ordinary and simple. There was no explosive power, no principle of shattering the void. It was natural to the extreme, like an antelope hanging by its horns, leaving no trace.
"Bang"
Finally, they collided. Ripples erupted between them—this was the holy wave of the Great Dao. It rapidly spread in all directions. The fifty sacred mountains and twelve divine palaces rang incessantly, all lighting up. Tens of thousands of sword qi roared. Except for the Pope, everyone collapsed to the ground.
Ye Fan and the Divine Knight had no worldly aura, as if they had returned to primal nature. Their movements were not fast, but every strike was world-shaking, even more powerful.
In the end, Ye Fan changed. He no longer followed the Dao's trajectory and began to break the Dao, becoming fierce. Golden blood energy surged, his entire being pressing down on the nine heavens and ten lands. His eyes were incredibly intimidating, shining brightly.
With Dharma, without Dharma; with Dao, without Dao—all within a single thought!
"Boom!"
He trampled the countless Dao traces underfoot. At this moment, he no longer revered the Dharma, leaping out of the original Dao, like a lawless Battle Saint, invincible wherever he went. Nothing could stop him.
Ye Fan struck continuously, clashing with the dragon spear. He stood tall, trampling the Dao traces of heaven and earth, looking down on the world, battling the Divine Knight. The Dharma had no fixed rules; the Dao had been broken and reestablished.
His golden palm and fingers fell repeatedly, clashing with the dragon spear that had no worldly aura or killing intent, producing a series of clanging sounds. Golden blood energy filled the surroundings.
His will was stronger than iron, unyielding through a hundred battles. He wanted to sever an extraordinary Dao, and now signs of this appeared. He refused to submit to the Great Dao of heaven and earth, charging forward without hesitation.
Over a thousand rounds had passed. Ye Fan's left hand formed a palm, his right hand a fist, continuously striking the dragon spear, unleashing his terrifying Dao power, imbued with an invincible will. The Divine Knight could no longer hold on. Despite returning to simplicity and merging with nature, he suffered a terrible blow at this moment and couldn't withstand it.
Ye Fan's unparalleled Dao power transmitted through the dragon spear into his body, terrifying and boundless. Even though his magical power was like an ocean, it couldn't block it.
"Puff"
The Divine Knight coughed up a large mouthful of blood. His entire body was covered in cracks. He was sent flying over a dozen miles, crashing into an immortal sacred mountain, leaving a human-shaped bloodstain.
The fifty sacred mountains shook together, and the twelve divine palaces hummed in unison. The chanting of ancient sages rose and fell, crossing the sky of history, deafening.
The Divine Knight emerged from the human-shaped rock cave and whispered, "I have lost."
He descended from the sacred mountain, standing on the devastated land. With a clang, he thrust his dragon spear into the ground, sat down cross-legged, and did not move. His powerful life force began to dissipate.
The Divine Knight still had the strength to continue fighting. If he persisted, it would take hundreds of rounds to determine life or death. But he withdrew, dispersing his battle qi, and his life was heading toward its end.
"Defeated... The number one expert under the stars has been defeated by the demon of the Central Land!"
"The ancient times have passed. The only Divine Knight of the Western Lands once slew gods, killing two deities alone. Yet today, he has fallen like this..."
The crowd's faces were ashen. Ye Fan's defeat of the number one expert under the stars shattered their spirit. He rampaged alone through the Western Lands, breaking the will of everyone!
The Vatican's holy maiden, the young talents of the various families, and all the great figures were stunned. Their faces were filled with shock and complexity. No one could accept this fact.
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