Chapter 1349: The Duel
The Overlord had arrived, and this day had finally come!
The Sacred Body would duel the Overlord—this news had stirred heated discussion across the entire star path for days. Everyone was watching, all awaiting this battle without exception.
One came from the Burial Emperor Star, a place holding too many secrets—the burial ground of ancient great emperors and the site where the path to immortality opened, burying countless mysteries.
The other hailed from his own home star, a bloodline that had forged an unmatched, invincible reputation since the Mythical Era, enduring through the ages and still flourishing today, dominating the cosmos.
The Overlord reined in his steed, his horizontal spear in hand, like a god or demon descending from the celestial realm. He was clad in armor—a black metallic divine suit covering him from head to toe, shrouding his entire form, mysterious and oppressive.
In his hand, he held an ancient war spear as red as fresh blood, radiating a sky-shrouding killing intent, as if it had drunk deeply from the blood of billions of living beings. Its cold, biting aura chilled even sages to the bone.
At the Human Clan’s Fiftieth City, many powerful cultivators rushed out from the city gates into the dark cosmos. They felt this overwhelming power and chill, their bodies turning cold, nearly trembling.
“Just how strong is the Overlord? Probably no one knows!”
His combat power was impossible to gauge. Over so many years, no one had ever forced him to unleash his full strength. He was like an invincible deity, his reputation weighing heavily on people’s hearts.
He stood there, one man and one mount. With a single roar, the starry sky itself trembled. The Human Clan’s Fiftieth City glowed all over, its protective formations activating in autonomous defense.
The powerful experts who had entered the cosmos could initially hold their ground, but soon found themselves involuntarily retreating. The peerless killing intent grew stronger, sweeping through and causing many to shed their body hair.
Bitterly cold, boundless killing intent!
Many trembled, retreating against their will, unable to believe it. So far away, and they still couldn’t withstand the Overlord’s killing intent.
Each person asked themselves: if they were to fight this duel, how could they even contend? They would likely be shattered by the Overlord’s aura before even making a move, unable to get close.
Boom!
From the Human Clan’s Fiftieth City, a surge of golden blood energy shot up like a pillar propping up the heavens, piercing through the starry cosmos. It spread everywhere, surging and roaring, shaking the ten directions of the starry sky until they collapsed.
A tall, robust figure appeared, black hair flowing, eyes deep as the abyss, roaring into the starry sky!
A Dragon Horse, its body blazing with flames, galloped across the void. Its hooves fell like divine war drums beating in rhythm, radiating wild power that split the ears.
This figure sat astride the Dragon Horse, soaring into the sky and arriving amid the stars. Starlight scattered down in thousands of strands, like silver waterfalls cascading, casting him as a supreme being crossing realms to do battle.
One man and one mount moved swiftly, appearing in the cosmos far from the Human Clan’s Fiftieth City. It was Ye Fan and the Dragon Horse.
His entire body boiled with golden blood, radiating a peerless battle intent. At this moment, he possessed a momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers, confronting the Overlord like an ancient god reborn.
“You’ve come… come and accept your death.” On the opposite side, the Overlord spoke coldly, his entire form encased in icy black metallic battle armor, so powerful it felt suffocating.
Only a few cold words, yet they sent chills down spines, like a deathly decree from the underworld, pronouncing a person’s fate. He was confident and domineering.
“Who do you think you are? Just an Overlord Body—what’s so great about that?” Ye Fan replied coldly, calm and composed, sitting unmoving on the Dragon Horse.
Just an Overlord Body… Who could say such words? After all, Hun Zhan of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline was a young supreme being among the younger generation!
Beneath the starry sky, many cultivators shuddered, sensing Ye Fan’s confidence and restrained sharpness. In his stillness, he was imposing, like a dormant dragon ready to battle in the wild.
Having survived a hundred battles to become a sage, each was a combat prodigy, a pinnacle existence in their own star domain. Yet now, on this ancient path, they couldn’t be so confident, needing even caution just to watch.
“You’re not enough. One hand is sufficient to suppress you!” The Overlord sat atop the Purple Qilin, gazing from across the endless starry void. His eyes were like two demonic lights, piercing the darkness and oppressing souls.
And at that moment, a powerful aura surged like an ocean breaking its banks or a star river exploding, rushing forth rapidly. The starry sky split in four directions, bearing down on everyone in this area.
“Very strong…” the Dragon Horse muttered. Even its flamboyant personality and unruly temper wavered now, its large bronze-bell-like eyes wide open.
Ye Fan’s pores emitted strands of golden essence, cascading down to block that aura, calming the area.
But the distant cultivators couldn’t withstand it. Their faces pale, they staggered back in terror, looking as if they’d seen a vicious ghost, retreating one after another.
Peerless killing intent surged, cracking the starry sky. This was a deterrence—the Overlord’s mere external aura made enemies tremble. If they truly fought, how terrifying would he be?
“Nothing special. If we fought at the same realm, I’d take your head like plucking a weed,” Ye Fan said, calm yet carrying a cold edge, matching him tit for tat.
The crowd’s hearts jumped. Impossible. The Overlord’s strength was extremely rare across past and present. “Invincible at the same level, who dares contend?” was a fitting description.
Only in this golden age could there barely be rivals. Otherwise, when such a figure emerged, all peers of the world could only live in his shadow, unable to compete.
“Haha…” The Overlord laughed wildly, unrestrained and cold, with an air of “who else in the world but me?” He stood aloof, scorning everything.
Beneath him, the Purple Qilin raised its head and roared, its psychic power shaking the cosmos, causing heads to ache as if about to explode.
This was a noble-blooded, rare descendant of a Qilin, making people suspect it was a true immortal Qilin’s offspring, hatched from an egg left in the mortal world.
Its body was dazzling purple, crystal clear, radiating an aura of a beastly supreme being. It advanced, hooves cracking the cosmos, wild and unmatched.
The heroes’ faces changed. Some sighed inwardly—this was just a mount, yet it far surpassed them, utterly unbeatable.
“This is clearly an egg laid by an immortal Qilin in the mortal realm, hatched and grown to this stage!” some exclaimed, shocked and envious.
The Purple Qilin roared, its body blazing with purple light. The beastly supreme aura made people’s legs tremble, forcing them back, fear rising in their hearts, their bodies cold.
The Dragon Horse neighed, its sound splitting the heavens. It didn’t sound like a horse at all, but rather like a true dragon roaring, startling the nine heavens!
“What?!”
Everyone was greatly startled. They hadn’t expected this horse to also emit a beastly supreme aura at this moment. Though its realm wasn’t terrifying, its potential was fully exposed.
“This is… a Dragon Horse, the legendary imperial mount!” the heroes exclaimed in shock, unable to believe it. They hadn’t thought this horse was equally heaven-defying.
Ordinarily, the Dragon Horse concealed itself, no different from a horse spirit. Only now did it reveal its uniqueness.
Its body shimmered with red light, as if forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold, emitting an aura transcending into immortality. Flames blazed beneath its hooves, as if it were about to ascend to the heavens.
“Kill!”
The Overlord roared, his momentum swallowing mountains and rivers. The starry sky trembled with him. He and his mount charged forward, terrifying to the extreme, like a massive demon star crashing in.
Ye Fan let out a Dao Roar, his body radiating golden mist, steaming with immortal vapors. His blood energy swept across the six directions, covering the sky and earth!
At this moment, he activated the Weapon Art, attacking the Overlord, treating the man and his mount as a single weapon, controlling and killing with all his might, leaving no room.
Clang, clang…
Sparks flew from the Overlord’s black metallic divine armor, as if ten thousand heavenly swords had struck him. He was enduring an unparalleled assault, ringing with metallic sounds.
Around him, the heavens collapsed, the dark cosmos split apart, becoming a ruined place where chaotic mist was beaten out.
Yet, facing Ye Fan’s peerless attack, the Overlord was unharmed. He and the Purple Qilin halted, motionless in the void, only the sharp metallic sounds echoing.
Boom!
This stretch of starry sky exploded, collapsing.
The crowd paled in horror, marveling at Ye Fan’s invisible killing techniques and shocked by the Overlord’s divine bravery—unshakable as a rock.
Ye Fan’s pupils contracted. This was the first time the Weapon Art had failed, unable to move the young supreme of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline. This was truly a terrifying, extreme enemy!
“He’s reached the Saint King realm. There’s really no way now…” the Dragon Horse muttered, its heart trembling. Facing such an opponent, anyone would waver.
Supreme at the same level, with a far higher realm—this would be a battle without suspense. Not just now, but even in ancient times, finding a match would be hard.
“The Nine Secrets—you have them too. But they will be mine alone. Thank you for the gift!” The Overlord, blocked in his advance, showed no anger, only a proud expression.
Ye Fan’s gaze was cold, his mind churning. The Heaven-Dominating Bloodline being the Sacred Body’s destined enemy made sense—they indeed had the capital to be supreme at the same level.
In the distance, people’s hearts shook. Ye Fan had the Nine Secrets, and from the Overlord’s tone, he also possessed them. Why else use the word “too”?
Ye Fan’s black hair flew, his eyes sharp, his battle intent high. He showed no fear, holding a black long spear, pointing it forward.
“I’ll kill you even at the same realm. I’ll give you a chance—come and fight, so you can die with some dignity.” The Overlord’s eyes were dazzling, looking down on all heroes.
Such dominance, such arrogance, such wildness—only he dared to speak this way, as if he held no heroes of the world in his eyes.
“I’ll take your head and send you on your way,” Ye Fan said.
“Boom!”
The Overlord’s divine might was overwhelming, with a self-confidence that said “only I am supreme, overlooking all talents of the world.” He held the blood-colored war spear with one hand, pointing it at Ye Fan, charging straight ahead.
The Purple Qilin roared, shattering the heavens. Though it was just one man and one mount, it was like ten thousand heavenly soldiers descending, killing intent covering the sky!
“Kill!”
Ye Fan let out a great roar, urging the Dragon Horse forward. His body blazed with golden light, as if burning fiercely. The black long spear in his hand shot forth sharpness, shattering the starry sky.
This was a peerless battle. The blood spear and black long spear in their hands clashed, their tips meeting. In such an extreme duel, hitting tip to tip like this was almost unbelievable. Most likely, they would pierce through each other, staining the sky with blood.
“Rumble!”
The great heavens trembled. Divine light blazed between the two, killing intent surging, sweeping across the six directions and eight wastelands. Chaotic mist spread, battle intent piercing the starry cosmos.
This was a great disaster. The heroes felt cold from head to toe, their hairs standing on end. At this realm, with such combat power, how many tens of thousands of years would it take to encounter?
Such young supremes could only meet in this golden age. Though their brilliance was dazzling, it was also a tragedy—only one could survive.
“Clang,” “clang”…
Metal vibrated. The black long spear and blood-colored war spear clashed tens of thousands of times in an instant, always tip to tip, too fast for anyone to react, beyond all normal speed!
This was a peak battle, the ultimate this realm could achieve. In an instant, light illuminated the cosmos, dimming all stars.
Rumble!
The two passed each other, their mounts galloping across the void in opposite directions. But one figure shook violently, and a long string of blood flew up!