Chapter 1304: Old Madman Reappears
With a roar that shattered mountains and rivers, the newcomer's aura swallowed ten thousand miles, cutting across the heavens like a great mountain suppressing the eight desolates. He swung the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, invincible in all directions.
"Boom, rumble!"
The so-called unstoppable Sacred Spirit Ao Mang did not meet the blow head-on. He rolled aside to evade its edge, his face filled with shock as he stood in the distance.
In that moment, the newcomer's fist force dominated heaven and earth, overwhelming all realms. It was not something Ao Mang could avoid merely by rolling aside. The sound was deafening, like a vast sea of stars crashing down, rumbling endlessly.
This was a tall and imposing figure. As he swung his fists, the nine heavens and ten lands, the six directions and eight desolates, all trembled and shook violently with his every punch!
Ao Mang was forced to retreat again, leaping out of the Great Moon Slope. Deep shock filled his eyes—who was this person, whose fist force was so overbearing? Truly divine might covering the world!
Everyone was stunned. This newcomer had forced back the Sacred Spirit Ao Mang with a single punch, displaying peerless divine power that drew the attention of the entire world.
Whether human cultivators, foreign races, or ancient beasts, all were left speechless. They knew that this was a Sacred Spirit, hailed as invincible under the quasi-emperor realm!
This person had only thrown one punch, yet it forced Ao Mang to retreat again and again!
On the other side, Mo Pu's face was also pale. Having part of his cultivation shaved away caused him immense pain. In his haste, he ignored his duel with Ye Fan and flew sideways to watch the figure in the sky.
At this moment, the Great Moon Slope fell silent. The burial ground of gods and ghosts was so quiet that a dropped needle could be heard.
This was a tall man with an extraordinarily imposing build. Thick, jet-black hair cascaded over his chest and back. His skin was bronze, strong and powerful.
He stood like a great mountain, spanning like a vast ocean, his aura swallowing a hundred thousand miles, like a heavenly god overlooking the boundless earth.
"Senior!" Ye Fan called out, his heart surging with emotion.
Old Madman!
It was him. After decades apart, Ye Fan never imagined they would meet again. His heart was filled with immense excitement, having thought he would never see this man in this lifetime.
Back then, during the battle in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, it was almost a certain death situation. Old Madman had faced an entire ship of ancient saints alone, including three Great Saints!
That battle was too brutal. He had boarded the ship of ancestral kings alone, and afterward, only bloodstained fragments of the purple bronze war chariot fell to the ground. Nothing else could be seen.
No one believed he could have survived. The most ideal outcome was that he had died for his Dao, taking a ship full of ancient kings with him.
Decades had passed, and Ye Fan never expected to reunite with Old Madman on the Stellar Ancient Path.
Over the years, Old Madman's demeanor was even more impressive than before. Now, he was neither the white-haired elder of old age nor the reckless youth of the Ziwei battle, but a man in his prime.
He was tall and majestic, with thick, glossy black hair and deep, profound eyes. He stood like an ancient god, imposing without anger.
Old Madman nodded at Ye Fan, then fixed his gaze on the retreating Sacred Spirit Ao Mang, calm and composed.
The human heroes erupted in excitement. At this critical moment, such a master had arrived, stirring everyone's emotions. This was a fierce man who had forced back an invincible Sacred Spirit—undoubtedly a generation-defying cultivator.
"Who are you?" Mo Pu shouted from the ground. A stone man's face showed streaks of green qi. Having part of his cultivation shaved away gnawed at his heart like ants.
In the distance, Sacred Spirit Ao Mang spoke solemnly: "Another human Dao Protector? At your level, you should know the great upheaval in this star domain. Do you think you can defy heaven alone?"
He walked forward step by step. His claim of being invincible under the quasi-emperor realm was not self-proclaimed; it was a fearsome reputation earned through battle by the Sacred Spirit clan throughout the ages.
Old Madman whispered something to Azure Phoenix Daoist, inaudible to others, sealed off in the sky. Azure Phoenix Daoist nodded.
Ye Fan was surprised. No wonder Azure Phoenix Daoist hadn't taken the Green Copper Cauldron earlier—had he known Old Madman was coming?
"Boom!"
A violent tremor came from the ancient well! It sounded like a massive creature was striking, trying to break free. The noise shook everyone's hearts, causing many bodies to sway.
Flames blazed. Amid the immortal mist and fiery light, the fire-clan old Sacred Spirit narrowed his eyes, shooting two brilliant divine beams from the haze. He remained motionless, intensifying his efforts to break the seal.
Ye Fan's heart grew heavy. This was a terrifying fire spirit, no weaker than Ao Mang, perhaps even stronger. If he also attacked, could Old Madman handle it?
After all, this was a Sacred Spirit, representing invincibility. Few in the world could find an opponent, and anyone who faced one would be stunned and fearful.
"Just a human—still not enough. At the same realm, my clan is invincible, while humans are mere ants and insects!" Mo Pu said with hatred. He desperately wanted the fire spirit to act, to kill the intruder who had shaved away his cultivation.
"I refuse to believe that a human can defeat our Sacred Spirit lineage!" In the sky, Ao Mang said coldly, his demeanor completely transformed. One of his hands was wrapped in blood qi, turning from stone to flesh.
"What!" Everyone gasped. This was a terrifying transformation. Only a Sacred Spirit who had touched this realm was qualified to glimpse the path to the emperor.
Old Madman nodded at Azure Phoenix Daoist, then swung his fists, carrying sun, moon, mountains, and rivers toward Ao Mang. Indeed, before his fists appeared the myriad things of heaven and earth, the rivers of stars, all kinds of scenes manifesting together.
The great battle erupted!
This was a peak-level battle, unimaginably fast, terrifying to the extreme. The two clashed together.
"Our Sacred Spirit lineage is invincible at the same realm!" Mo Pu shouted from the ground, his face showing green qi, his fists clenched.
At this moment, many were conflicted. They hoped Old Madman was a legendary quasi-emperor, crushing all opposition and suppressing the Sacred Spirit's chaos. Yet they also hoped he was a Great Saint, able to slay a Sacred Spirit at the same realm, establishing a fearsome reputation, shattering their confidence, and trampling their pride.
"You... come... and die!" Ye Fan walked forward, saying to Mo Pu: "I'll blow you apart at the same realm!"
Mo Pu's expression was icy. He didn't reply, sitting before the fire spirit, asking for help to restore his cultivation. Otherwise, his entire life would be shrouded in gloom.
"Boom!"
The battle in the sky was too fast. With the first strike, Old Madman and Ao Mang fought for life and death, engaging in a peak showdown.
Six ancient universes cycled, evolving all things. Stars surged, and a vermilion bird cut across the nine heavens. Old Madman's fist shook the ages, producing ancient chanting sounds as it struck.
A peerless strike! Blood qi pierced the sun and moon. Heaven and earth seemed to cycle through reincarnation, trapped in a terrifying scene.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered. Sacred Spirit Ao Mang's right fist exploded. This was his strongest strike, turned into a flesh-and-blood fist, inscribed with the original laws of heaven and earth when they nurtured him.
Yet still, it could not block the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. The refined essence of flesh and blood, forming a sacred flesh fist, was shattered by Old Madman's blow.
Just like before, as in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, Old Madman fought and decided life or death in an instant.
He wielded the true meaning of invincibility, advancing without hesitation, carrying the belief that he alone was unmatched, striking with his strongest blow to decide victory in a flash.
"Great Saint realm!"
Everyone was stunned. Old Madman, using the power of the Great Saint realm, had shattered the sacred flesh essence of Sacred Spirit Ao Mang. What kind of dominance was this? Peerless and breathtaking.
This was a Sacred Spirit. Who didn't know what that meant? Yet it was shattered by a human at the same realm with one punch, shocking the world.
On the ground, Mo Pu cried out. He had just claimed the Sacred Spirit lineage was invincible at the same realm, but someone had shattered that myth with a single punch—it was like a slap to his face.
This human was too terrifying. How could he match a Sacred Spirit in physical combat?
From ancient times to the present, battles between humans and Sacred Spirits were won through Dao and magical power. Yet now, someone had broken that undefeated aura in their strongest domain.
"Ah..." Ao Mang was in agony. His right fist was severed at the wrist, blood dripping. The pain was nothing, but the sense of defeat drove him mad.
"Kill!" He roared, mobilizing all his Sacred Spirit blood to fight his opponent, battling at any cost.
Old Madman stood tall and straight, his bronze body shimmering with divine radiance. He strode forward, still throwing a simple yet domineering punch. This time, it was even more vast, carrying the divine might of the cosmos, heaven, earth, and all things.
With a rumble, a vast expanse appeared. This was an invincible fist will, crushing all obstacles!
"Pfft!"
Sacred Spirit Ao Mang screamed. His body cracked all over. This punch shattered his arm and pierced through his chest. Sacred Spirit blood splattered, staining the high heavens.
This was an unbelievable scene, frozen in time, leaving many dry-mouthed and trembling.
It was like a myth. Who could be so wild? At the same Great Saint realm, two punches had pierced an invincible Sacred Spirit, domineering and unrivaled.
"Ah..." Ao Mang let out a heart-wrenching scream. The sense of defeat outweighed the physical pain.
"Crack!"
Old Madman shook his arm. The fist piercing the stone man vibrated with force, shattering the Sacred Spirit into pieces, blood dripping everywhere.
Everyone was stunned. This imposing man was too powerful, almost unbelievable. Each person was shocked to the extreme.
Only Ye Fan knew that this was Old Madman's way. Though he had only thrown two punches, it was not a simple battle. Each punch contained his invincible will. He was very serious, surpassing a thousand-punch exchange.
Suddenly, a roar came, carrying supreme authority, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands, shaking the ancient star.
The fire spirit sitting at the well's mouth finally moved. He soared into the sky, bringing with him towering flames that could burn down the entire world!
Immortal fire leaped and danced. He stood in the light and mist, like a god or demon looking down, full of oppressive pressure, nearly forcing many saints to kneel.
This was a peerless creature, stronger and more terrifying than Ao Mang. As the mist partially parted, he revealed a pair of arms, formed of flesh and blood.
A fire spirit's body, with both arms turned to flesh—surpassing Ao Mang!
The stone man Ao Mang was one step away from entering the quasi-emperor realm, while this fire-clan Sacred Spirit was only a hair's breadth away. Pierce that thin paper, and he would stand high, becoming an invincible supreme being under the stars!
Unfortunately, that layer still separated them. The Sacred Spirit Cang Yan had not entered the quasi-emperor realm, remaining within the Great Saint category.
Of course, at his level, he was almost divine, only a thread away from the imperial transformation that led to the heavenly path.
The fire-clan Sacred Spirit Cang Yan transformed into a mass of immortal fire and charged forward, instantly reassembling the shattered Ao Mang. Then he chanted ancient scriptures, the Dao sound shaking the world, as if crossing time from the ancient era.
This chanting possessed a strange, mighty power!
Ao Mang barely reassembled, surviving by swallowing a divine pill. He stood shakily, weak and exhausted.
"Such a strong human makes me wonder if you are a Sacred Spirit born with flesh and blood," Cang Yan said, his eyes blazing. His entire body radiated immortal divine radiance, as if he could break through the shackles and enter the quasi-emperor realm at any moment.
Threads of immortal fire coiled around him. His whole body was as clear as divine glass, like a god descending to the mortal world. Just the fluctuation of his blood qi made saints tremble—how could they fight?!
Everyone knew that Sacred Spirits were invincible, let alone one like this! Once he pierced that thin paper, he would be unmatched in heaven and earth. Now, he already had this terrifying aura.
Old Madman's entire body also blazed with immortal divine light, releasing unparalleled, supreme power, for he faced a peerless great enemy.
At this moment, he manifested a strange scene.
His five secret realms—Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Platform—all shone, crystalline and brilliant. Each secret realm nurtured an immortal cocoon, clearly reflected.
The crowd was shaken. This was somewhat unbelievable, too mysterious. But anyone could tell that this was no ordinary Great Saint!
After a thousand calls and ten thousand shouts, Old Madman reappeared. I ask for a monthly ticket, cheering for Brother Madman. Also, I ask for a recommendation ticket on Monday to support Brother Madman.