Chapter 998: The Invincible Young Great Emperor
The sound waves spread for who knows how many miles, the Dao ripples spreading even through the vacuum, shattering the heavens, the scene terrifying beyond measure.
It was Emperor Wu Shi again!
The great bell was like a mountain, descending from the sky, about to trap Ye Fan within. The bell tolled without cease, trying to turn him into a bloody pulp.
"Hum—"
Emperor Fuxi also struck. Like Wu Shi, he was a ruthless character, the most difficult to oppose. He wielded a dragon stele, slamming it down, turning the very heavens into a black hole.
Ye Fan fought back, but he was exhausted, the strength within him nearly drained dry. The Human Sacred Body possessed boundless divine power, yet against these opponents, he had to expend all his power, for each of them was a young Imperial Body!
"Pfft"
Finally, he was shattered once again by the four Great Emperors. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, a miserable sight, crystalline bone fragments flashing with an eerie luster.
Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness. These were the true young Great Emperors, each one surpassing all past and present, each possessing supreme divine bearing. They were truly difficult to deal with.
"I long for a battle, but the prerequisite is a duel with one Great Emperor, not a damn gang fight!"
He was truly enraged. After reforming his true body, he spat out another mouthful of old blood. He had seen bullying, but never bullying like this.
Nine young Great Emperors striking together was as absurd as a fairy tale. Who would believe it if told? Yet he was truly facing a group. He looked up to the heavens in speechless despair. Damn it all.
He could see it now. Even if he had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough. He would be killed over and over again until his life's potential was completely exhausted.
Even the "Presence" Secret was useless, because each time he used it to condense his sacred blood and reform his true body, he paid a terrible price—his origin was withering away!
Ye Fan went berserk. Being wounded time and again, if he didn't kill one or two of the young Great Emperors, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He activated the Stride Art, dodging the others, and locked onto Wu Shi.
This human-shaped lightning bolt had wounded him several times, and just now had nearly split him in two. He was truly hateful.
"Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!"
Ye Fan roared, his spirit, energy, and essence rising to their peak. His blood energy surged through the void of the universe. Before his golden fist, six ancient worlds revolved, suppressing everything.
The fist intent was invincible!
This was the sublimation of Ye Fan's spirit, energy, and essence. He wanted to duel Emperor Wu Shi alone, to see which was stronger—the Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus or the true Human Sacred Body.
The name "Wu Shi" itself represented invincibility. To be able to fight the Dao body of his youth, even if he died in defeat, he would have no regrets. Ye Fan pressed forward, his golden blood energy surging to the heavens, unleashing his strongest strike!
However, reality was cruel. Things never went as he wished. Three unknown young Great Emperors charged forward, all pointing their fingers, their divine might shaking past and present.
Ye Fan sighed deeply. He couldn't even dodge. He had no choice but to resist the attacks of four Great Emperors, including Wu Shi, because he was surrounded.
He tasted defeat once again. His physical body was torn apart, scattered through the void. Amidst unwilling roars, he barely recovered, his face pale.
"No good. Going on like this, there's not even a sliver of hope. I must gain power from the lightning to replenish my losses, or I won't last much longer," Ye Fan said to himself.
At this moment, he could only burn his bridges and fight a desperate battle. There was no room to retreat. He no longer chose his opponents, but locked onto one and attacked, killing whoever was most convenient to strike first.
"Battle Saint Art!"
Ye Fan executed the Battle Saint Art, his hands tracing patterns, evolving the shocking scene of the Nine Dragons Coffin. A vast, overwhelming aura filled the sky as he struck at the person beside him.
"Boom"
However, this unknown Great Emperor was equally fierce. His hands traced patterns, and the stars of the universe appeared, evolving an ancient star field that swallowed the Nine Dragons Coffin.
"Battle Saint Art!"
Ye Fan exclaimed in shock. This seemingly ordinary young Great Emperor also knew the Nine Secrets, using the same technique to break his shocking strike.
His hands shook together, slowly tracing patterns. The golden blood within him surged like a great river. And at that moment, his battle energy swelled, instantly breaking through the innate shackles of the Eight Restrictions. Power surged out like a bursting dam, and he delivered a strike that dominated heaven and earth.
But an equally terrifying and shocking aura erupted. Another unknown young Great Emperor was covered in blinding light, brilliant and resplendent, like an Immortal King descending, looking down upon the world. The light in his eyes burned.
"Boom!"
Floodwaters surged, rivers raged. All kinds of divine power laws erupted at once. This person also touched the Divine Seal, surpassing the Eight Restrictions Domain.
Divine Seal duel. The most intense collision occurred, like a comet hitting the Earth. It was devastating. Between them, the light was blinding, drowning the place.
Ye Fan's body was tattered and broken, flying sideways. On the other side, other young Great Emperors were also striking, so the one who triggered the Divine Seal was unharmed.
Ye Fan was silent. These were all ancient figures from the past, each one a peerless prodigy of their era, a unique and invincible being, the number one under the heavens in their time, who could find no defeat.
He possessed the Nine Secrets, but some of these Great Emperors had also obtained them. He could trigger the Divine Seal, but these people had the same talent. He held no advantage.
Wu Shi, Emperor Fuxi... which one was ordinary? None of them didn't look down on past and present, reigning supreme throughout the ages. How could it be easy to defeat them? There was no hope.
Severing the Dao was too difficult. Throughout history, countless talents had died trying. Even these people, at the same age, could rival the ancient Great Emperors.
And the path Ye Fan had to walk was even more dangerous and rugged. His choice determined all this, and he naturally had to face the most terrifying punishment from the heavens—suppression by young Great Emperors!
"Cauldron, come!"
Ye Fan gave a soft shout, summoning the Primordial Qi Cauldron above his head. The battle had reached this point. Killing nine young Great Emperors was too difficult, almost impossible.
But he was not resigned. He didn't want to sit and wait for death. He still wanted to defy the heavens and sever the Dao!
"To sever the Dao is to manifest my own different Dao, to create my own unique method that stands above all other Daos. Now, I must abandon everything else and honor only my own method for a sliver of hope. Kill the nine emperors, and let only me survive!"
His eyes burned like torches, spewing brilliant light. He stared at the nine mysterious great stars in the high heavens, connected in a line, and then at the nine young Great Emperors!
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