# Chapter 1058: Worry Becomes Reality
A divine demon stood... manifesting between heaven and earth... as if it could reach the Heavenly Court above and tread on the Underworld below, causing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to tremble with every glance!
His powerful aura suffocated all, his pitch-black hair falling like ink waterfalls, his gaze profound. With a single gulp, he devoured the half-saint, shocking heaven and earth into dead silence.
"Ah..."
The half-saint roared, struggling within the belly of this divine demon manifestation, trying to break out. He was shocked, enraged, terrified, and fearful, his heart and gall turning cold. Opening his mouth, he spat out an iron halberd that shot forward, slashing.
At the same time, he unfolded his own domain, half-saint radiance surging up, trying to cleave open this desperate situation and be reborn.
However, reality was cruel. His manifested domain was completely suppressed, utterly useless. Once the Human Clan Sacred Body's manifestation appeared, almost no other manifestation could contend with it—all would lose their effectiveness.
Only the iron halberd rampaged, trying to pierce through the divine demon's abdomen. But what awaited it was a huge millstone, grinding toward it.
Within the divine demon's abdomen, at the position of the Wheel Sea, the Sea of Suffering merged with the Wheel of Life, forming a World-Grinding Millstone that crushed the iron halberd inch by inch into powder.
The half-saint screamed, every hair on his body standing on end. At this moment, he sensed a particularly primal source power and, through this divine demon manifestation, recognized who Ye Fan was.
But he couldn't even speak—his divine sense was suppressed. The World-Grinding Millstone descended, and with unwillingness, resentment, and terror, his flesh and blood turned to mud.
The Ancient Clan half-saint's divine sense twisted, filled with fear. No matter how he struggled, it was useless. His divine light extinguished, completely dissipating.
With a soft sound, the divine demon manifestation standing between heaven and earth also exploded, vanishing entirely, leaving the place in dead silence.
A half-saint had died just like that—swallowed in one gulp, dying an unnatural death... At the spot where the divine demon vanished, a large patch of blood mist drifted, all that remained.
"I'd like to see who dares take another step!" Ye Fan's true body roared.
These words echoed through the sky, like thunderclaps roaring, shaking people's ears until they ached. Many bodies swayed, nearly falling on the spot.
The several half-saints who had conspired to interfere with the battlefield and rescue the Celestial Prince had faces twisted to the extreme, while a chill rose in their hearts. A companion had died just like that!
At this moment, they were caught between a rock and a hard place. They had already made their decision, with many watching nearby, but this living, bloody tragedy made their hair stand on end.
One step forward might mean death! But staying put meant losing face and feeling humiliated.
The others didn't dare breathe loudly, feeling that this mysterious Human Clan cultivator was too domineering—actually roaring to suppress several half-saints, possessing the aura of one who rules the world.
"Cross the thunder pool and die!" Ye Fan's true body shouted. He was in the midst of battle, unable to divide his attention, so he could only do his utmost, unleashing this domineering strike to intimidate.
In the end, the several half-saints, pale-faced, didn't take a single step... all petrified where they stood, not daring to act rashly. For them, living was the most important thing.
Wind rose across the great wilderness, and people felt a chill in their bodies... No one spoke, utter silence reigned, all stunned.
Especially those Ancient Clan members who had whispered earlier that Ye Fan couldn't be allowed to live—they felt a wave of terror... clearly sensing a pair of eyes sweep over them, like knives scraping bone.
On the battlefield... the fight continued. The Celestial Prince witnessed all this, his Dao heart even more unstable. The Monkey's staff swept across, smashing the divine gold crown on his head, turning the immortal hairpin to powder, and his black hair scattered instantly.
Enraged and frantic, he swung the Immortal Heavenly Blade, dazzling blade light shooting into the sky as he fought desperately.
On the other side, Huo Qizi's expression turned much colder. Staring at Ye Fan's true body and Dao body, he raised his combat power another notch, blocking his path, not giving him another chance to strike outward.
Ye Fan didn't attack again either. According to the situation, he only needed to hold off the three for half an hour at most. The Holy Prince would surely win, because the Celestial Prince's Dao heart was unstable—defeat and death were only a matter of time.
The iron staff in the Monkey's hand let out a "woosh" sound, and with every strike, black cracks spread in all directions, clashing with the Immortal Heavenly Blade in brilliant sparks.
Many were anticipating this battle, their hearts surging with excitement. Even in the glorious ancient times, people hadn't seen a battle between imperial princes, and the struggle between their strongest descendants was undoubtedly a comparison.
"Pfft..."
The Celestial Prince, his mind unsettled, took another staff strike and spat out a mouthful of blood. For the first time, he felt fear. He was afraid of losing, having never fallen into such a bitter battle, his heart uncertain.
Even when dueling the young Immortal Emperor, he wasn't afraid, because he knew his father's Dao marks wouldn't truly kill him—he could fight freely, not like now, filled with worry.
What kind of person was the Holy Prince? For so many years, he had walked between life and death, growing through battle, fighting for years against the Celestial Prince's Dao Protector. His experience was rich, his gaze turning into tangible torches, becoming even more dominant.
He fought with grand, sweeping moves, pressing step by step, making the Celestial Prince increasingly uneasy. Several times, he narrowly escaped disaster, coughing blood under the divine might of the black iron staff.
In truth, the Celestial Prince's physique was indeed unparalleled through the ages, his cultivated divine abilities also shaking past and present. His personal strength was beyond question—otherwise, he wouldn't have severely wounded the Monkey.
But at this moment, he lacked a certain momentum—that true, fearless, forward-charging will to perish together with the enemy.
By this point in the battle, the Monkey was also covered in wounds, perhaps even more severely. He had no Immortal Divine Treasures, no Enlightenment Tea—he had reached this point entirely on his own.
Even though he had an uncle, that uncle ignored him, letting him fend for himself, sitting on Mount Sumeru without emerging, as if he had forgotten him.
Yet his fighting spirit was harder than iron, making the Celestial Prince's heart grow cold, his Dao heart completely unbalanced. At this moment, the Celestial Prince began to retreat step by step, barely escaping death.
"Monkey, don't push me. At worst, I'll waste half my cultivation and use divine treasures to annihilate your soul and bones. You don't have these things—you can't contend with me!" the Celestial Prince said coldly.
The Holy Prince fought with grand, sweeping moves, becoming more composed and steady, his gaze full of confidence, pressing forward step by step, almost forcing him back, saying: "Apart from what your father left you, what do you have yourself? Today, I will definitely slay you!"
"Clang!"
The pitch-black iron staff struck down, sparks flying in all directions. The Immortal Heavenly Blade trembled repeatedly, the Celestial Prince's arms going numb. His mind unsettled, he became even more passive.
"Boom!"
The Holy Prince punched out, aiming at the Celestial Prince's head. His fist aura was domineering and boundless, carrying thousands of strands of Dao trajectories, covering everything ahead.
The Celestial Prince roared, blocking while retreating, utterly disheveled. Anyone could see his signs of defeat.
In the distance, many Ancient Clan elders saw all this clearly, exchanging glances, and some couldn't help but sigh softly.
"The Celestial Prince's bloodline and bone structure are practically number one under heaven. In fact, his cultivation seems slightly superior to the Holy Prince's, but... he's about to lose."
"The Ancient Emperor left behind some peerless divine treasures, which indeed made the Celestial Prince, allowing him to surpass others and become unstoppable. But precisely because of this, he lacks the necessary tempering, lacking a tenacious heart."
"The Holy Prince's bone structure is no worse than others. He came up step by step on his own, his foundation solid. At the same realm, his heart far surpasses the Celestial Prince's—this battle is a sure win!"
The Celestial Prince swung his blade horizontally while simultaneously striking at the Monkey with a palm blade. The Holy Prince used his iron staff to block the heavenly blade, ignored the palm strike, and punched toward the Celestial Prince's head, his battle qi and blood energy flooding the Eastern Wasteland.
"You..." The Celestial Prince was terrified and enraged. The other party was like a desperado, trading lives with him. He didn't want to die like this. In a flash, he retreated, using peerless secret arts to resist.
The Holy Prince naturally didn't intend to die together—it was purely a psychological tactic. Seeing through the Celestial Prince's nature, he became even more valiant.
"Pfft!"
The iron staff swept down, smashing into the Celestial Prince's shoulder. Flesh and blood flew, his body staggering, bones cracking incessantly, fractures appearing, nearly breaking.
"Ah..." The Celestial Prince screamed, his hair disheveled, unleashing various wondrous techniques like a madman, battling the Monkey.
On the other side, Ye Fan felt increasingly strained. Huang Xudao, Huo Qilin Child, and the others intensified their attacks, because Huo Qizi and the other two had been invited out and received great benefits—they couldn't just watch the Celestial Prince fall.
Ye Fan sensed extreme danger. First, the bloodline power within the three had grown stronger; second, they might be carrying some great killing weapon!
He had some previous friendship with Huo Qilin Child, but bringing it up now would be useless. In the face of core interests, past connections meant nothing.
"Since we've come south, we can't just watch the Celestial Prince fall. If you block us again, we'll make you die in vain!" Huo Qizi spoke, his expression cold and ruthless.
At this point, if he didn't go all out, the Celestial Prince might die, and everything would be too late.
"Get past me first!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"I don't want a pointless fight—I'll just kill you directly!" Huo Qizi said coldly, a wisp of terrifying aura seeping from his body, shooting straight at Ye Fan.
"Imperial weapon might!" Ye Fan's expression changed. He had been worried about this kind of great killing weapon, and now it had become reality.
He had long had a hidden worry—if these people brought Ancient Emperor weapons south, it would be a tremendous disaster. Hence, he had always been very cautious.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan evolved the Weapon Art, vibrating the immortal cauldron within his body. Previously, when he held the two green copper pieces, they were difficult to activate, and now he couldn't actively summon them either, but he could use them for defense.
Sensing a wisp of imperial might shooting toward him, a layer of radiance covered his body surface, blocking this killing momentum, preventing it from entering.
"What?" Huo Qizi's expression changed for the first time. This situation indicated that the other party must possess an imperial weapon—otherwise, how could he block his might?
"Hum..."
Huo Qizi's body trembled, releasing a burst of brilliant multicolored light, all shooting toward Ye Fan, as if an ancient emperor had descended to rule the world, reappearing in the mortal realm.
In the sky, a huge blue qilin appeared, emitting ten thousand feet of light, divine might surging, swallowing mountains and rivers!
Ye Fan's eyes were ice-cold. His greatest worry had finally come to pass. The ancient imperial princes coming south—their terrifying degree far exceeded ordinary imagination.
If Huang Xudao also came carrying an ancient emperor's immortal weapon, it would be even more difficult!
But since the battle had reached this point, with the Holy Prince gaining the upper hand and about to kill the Celestial Prince, he absolutely couldn't retreat—he had to block these three.