# Chapter 1381: Pang Bo Emerges
Ye Fan chased after everyone while carrying his heavenly tribulation, a sight that left people dumbfounded and utterly horrified. The sea of lightning was vast, covering the void of the great cosmos.
"Ah..."
Among Di Tian's subordinates, whose cultivation levels varied, several fell into the lightning in an instant and were reduced to ashes.
"Retreat quickly! There's no way to resist!" the Qilin Saint Envoy shouted.
Ye Fan's Saint King tribulation was far too vast, many times more terrifying than an ordinary person's. It wasn't just a few bolts of lightning descending, but an entire sea of lightning crashing down directly!
If one wanted to distinguish it, it was countless lightning bolts as thick as mountains merging together, forming a blazing electric ocean. How could anyone resist that?
They fled for their lives. Falling into it, even a Saint King would turn to dust.
However, they were not the most pitiful. The most pathetic was Lin Chuan, the second personal disciple of the Human Clan Dao Protector Qi Tian. He was the first one Ye Fan had cornered, dragging him along.
Now, thunder and lightning crashed down from the void, completely engulfing him.
"Waa... ooh..."
At this point, the sounds Lin Chuan made no longer resembled a human's. Like a wild beast, his whole body stank of char, struck beyond recognition.
He was a formidable Saint King, having been at the realm Ye Fan was about to reach for many years. Yet he could not withstand the Sacred Body's lightning tribulation. He had never seen such punishment before.
"Puff"
Almost instantly, one of his arms was shattered. Blood mist had just risen when it was immediately evaporated, turning to ash.
"Save... me!"
Lin Chuan was in despair. He had come full of confidence, waiting on the ancient continent, hoping to kill Ye Fan here. He never expected to suffer such a great setback.
Before coming here, he had thoroughly investigated Ye Fan's strength, believing that without the formation of the Human Clan's Fiftieth City, the Sacred Body would find it hard to accomplish much. He wanted to crush him with a higher realm to vent his master's anger.
"Crack"
The second layer of lightning sea crashed down. All of Lin Chuan's bones shattered. Blood and bone fragments flew everywhere. Half his body directly turned into bloody mud, disappearing into the lightning.
His whole body stank of char. His hair burned to ash. Half-human, half-ghost, even his intestines were blasted out. A miserable sight.
"Master..." He called out weakly toward a certain direction. The Human Clan Ancient Path Dao Protector Qi Tian was in that direction.
"Stop!" Qi Tian roared in fury. Both pained and stifled, flames nearly shot from his eyes. This was his personal disciple, yet he had been ravaged like this.
"Boom!"
He raised his hand and pointed. A sharp beam shot into the tribulation, trying to break the deadlock. However, with a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar, the cosmos split apart. An even more violent sea of lightning descended, crashing down toward him.
At this moment, not only he, but also the Stone Man Sacred Spirit and the two Yin Gods who had long fled to the depths of the cosmos felt a chill. The tribulation fluctuations were too intense, targeting Great Sages.
When one person underwent tribulation, outsiders simply could not interfere. They could not help or provoke, as that would bring disaster upon themselves, drawing lightning tribulation matching their own cultivation level.
Given the scale of Ye Fan's heavenly punishment, amplified to the Great Sage realm, even gods would have to chant sutras and recite scriptures. Such a superposition was something few in the present age could withstand.
The Human Clan Dao Protector Qi Tian naturally felt his hair stand on end. The moment he made his move, he knew this lightning tribulation was not to be trifled with. It was countless times more terrifying than the Great Sage tribulation he had barely survived back in his day.
This was the Sacred Body tribulation superimposed to deliver a Great Sage tribulation for Qi Tian. Who could endure that?
"Damn it, there's no justice!" Qi Tian cursed. Without hesitation, he sacrificed an avatar, imbued with his essence, energy, and spirit, as well as part of his divine consciousness, and sent it charging forward.
"Boom!"
The Great Sage tribulation thus drawn was far too vast, immeasurable and infinite, filling the cosmos and causing countless surrounding stars to explode!
When Qi Tian's avatar entered, it was struck until its skin split open, blood splattering across the star domain. Its bones were exposed, almost instantly snapping, giving off a burnt smell.
However, one must admit that those who could become Great Sages were no ordinary beings. Even in a Great Sage tribulation superimposed on the standard of the Sacred Body tribulation, it did not fall immediately but persisted for a while.
This was a terrifying thing. To perform like this was truly extraordinary, making all living beings look up in awe and tremble.
After all, ordinary people could not advance to Great Sage. How many such people existed in the cosmos? They rose from billions of living beings, inevitably possessing stunning and extraordinary qualities.
Unfortunately, no matter how stunning and powerful, it was difficult to survive the Great Sage tribulation evolved from the Sacred Body tribulation. Its avatar ultimately held on for a time before being struck until bones shattered and blood splattered, dying in vain here.
Qi Tian was so angry he cursed aloud. For a Great Sage to lose composure like this was unimaginable. Because although it was an avatar, it also contained a portion of his vital blood and a segment of his spiritual will, causing severe damage to his true body.
What was "bringing disaster upon oneself"? This was the best example. Offending the heavenly tribulation brought corresponding punishment, causing him severe harm.
If he had not deployed an avatar at the critical moment instead of meeting it with his true body, he might have fallen by now. This was akin to cutting flesh and bone to substitute for death, preserving his main body.
On the other side, Ye Fan was still undergoing his own Saint King tribulation. The Great Sage tribulation had nothing to do with him. Although it was superimposed in response to his heavenly punishment, it only targeted Qi Tian.
This was also why the Human Clan Ancient Path Dao Protector was so angry he spat blood. He had lost an avatar in vain!
Moreover, what infuriated him even more was that his second disciple was clearly beyond saving. In the Saint King tribulation, his body was shattered, his broken form floating in blood.
"Puff"
A flash of lightning passed. The shattered head also broke apart, all the blood burned dry.
"Master!" Lin Chuan's divine soul was dim, flickering like a ghostly flame, screaming in terror.
"No!" Qi Tian's forehead veins bulged, but there was nothing he could do. Facing the most mysterious and terrifying thing like heavenly tribulation, he simply could not intervene.
Ye Fan's palm fingers swept, scooping up the divine soul in his hand. Amidst a hundred thousand zhang of lightning, he stared at Qi Tian, his eyes cold and merciless.
"You... let him go, and everything can be discussed!" Qi Tian said, his voice trembling.
"There's really... nothing to discuss." Ye Fan shook his head. His palm fingers wiped, and in an instant, the divine soul turned to ash in the lightning.
Qi Tian had earlier favored the Overlord Body, nearly suppressing and killing Ye Fan. Now his disciple had waited here, ready to kill him upon his appearance. This made Ye Fan unable to tolerate it any longer. Since they wanted to eliminate him, then he would meet them head-on. There was nothing more to say!
"Ah..." Qi Tian let out a great cry, trembling with rage. From afar, he pointed at Ye Fan and said, "As long as you remain on the Human Clan Ancient Path, you are under my authority!"
This was a naked threat and intimidation, just short of bloody suppression and revenge.
"Boom!"
In the distance, the ancient continent let out a great roar. Rocks flew into the void. Huge boulders shot into the cosmos. The entrance had opened. Lightning flickered there, and a figure rushed out.
When Qi Tian saw this, he directly spat out two mouthfuls of blood. The person in the tomb being able to escape was inseparable from the "great achievement" he had just accomplished.
He had drawn a Great Sage-level heavenly tribulation, rare in the world, unprecedented. It all crashed down there, smashing countless large cracks into the false tomb.
Over so many years, time had long worn away most of the sealing power of the false tomb. Ye Fan, borrowing the power of the saints, combined with the Great Sage's heavenly tribulation, finally blasted open a passage.
Qi Tian staggered, bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, his clothes soaked with blood. He was so angry his body kept trembling. He had actually become an assistant.
"Thank you, senior."
Pang Bo laughed heartily, carrying a peerless demonic aura as he shot into the sky. This shocked everyone. It was like an ancient demon from ten thousand years ago breaking through a Great Emperor's seal and reappearing in the world.
Demonic aura shook the cosmos. All the stars trembled. There stood a tall and majestic figure, like an iron tower, a head taller than ordinary people.
His whole body was bulging with muscles, like small snakes coiled around him. His skin shimmered with a bronze-colored divine radiance. His black hair hung to his waist, thick like a waterfall.
Those were sharp eyes, dazzling and intimidating, shining brilliantly in the void of the cosmos, extremely imposing.
Pang Bo had broken free, charging out with an endless lightning tribulation. His heavenly punishment was equally terrifying, rumbling as it rolled, accompanied by an ocean-like demonic aura sweeping through the cosmos.
He locked eyes with Ye Fan, laughing heartily from afar. Trapped for so many years, he had finally emerged, reuniting with an old friend.
"Our two brothers join forces. Let's kill them until they're routed and utterly defeated, cutting them all down!"
After flying out, Pang Bo brought his tribulation with him, executing the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes, actively attacking those who had made a move against Ye Fan earlier.
Ye Fan nodded. Now that his brother was free, he completely let down his guard. He no longer had any worries, no longer needed to be restrained. He charged toward the other side.
They were like two true dragons, overturning rivers and seas, smashing the cosmos, slaughtering in all directions, sweeping across the starry sky, invincible wherever they went.
"Ah... no!" the Vermilion Bird Saint Envoy screamed, but it was useless. How could he outrun Ye Fan's Stride Art? From the very beginning, he had been unable to escape, intercepted by Ye Fan here.
Now, Ye Fan's great hand descended, suppressing him with the sea of lightning.
Divine light was born in the void. Lightning formed a great hand. Ye Fan grabbed him in his grip, looking at him coldly.
The Vermilion Bird Saint Envoy was very powerful, but his body had long been shattered by the lightning. Now he was utterly in despair. It was too late to say anything. There was only death.
Puff!
Ye Fan exerted a little force. He turned into a pool of blood, his form and spirit annihilated in the lightning.
On the other side, Pang Bo roared. Having reached the Saint King realm, his power was fully displayed. He bloodily slaughtered a group of people who had made a move, turning many dark spirits into ashes.
"No, you can't do this!" the Qilin Saint Envoy screamed, his heart trembling, his face pale as snow, the lower half of his body turned to charcoal.
Ye Fan grabbed him with one hand, while his other hand seized the White Tiger Saint Envoy, leaving them no way to escape. Life and death were in his hands.
"Master!" the White Tiger Saint Envoy shrieked. She was a woman with fair skin and a beautiful appearance, but now her face was pale with fear, and her body had been shattered. She looked toward a certain direction.
Ye Fan turned his head and saw a blurry figure, coldly watching from afar. The person seemed to have merged into the universe, becoming one with it, becoming the vessel of the supreme Great Dao!
"Master, save me!" the White Tiger Saint Envoy cried out in a trembling voice, a stunning light shining in her beautiful eyes.
"Master, Qing Poetry Immortal Maiden, have you come? Save me!" the Qilin Saint Envoy screamed in terror.
In the distance, the blurry figure, united with heaven and man, transformed into the Dao, like an ancient emperor crossing time, walking from the distant past.
He made his move, rushing here at extreme speed, actually intending to charge into Ye Fan's Sacred Body tribulation.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. He said mercilessly, "No matter who comes, no one can save you two. Whoever makes a move against me should be prepared to fall."
Puff!
Blood light flashed. The beautiful White Tiger Saint Envoy turned into blood and bone in Ye Fan's hand. The Qilin Saint Envoy screamed miserably, becoming a lump of mud. Then, tribulation light flashed. They vanished into smoke and ashes, nothing left. Before Di Tian's eyes, Ye Fan killed them both cleanly.
"I do not attack unless attacked. But if someone wants to eliminate me, then I do not hesitate to incarnate into a demon lord, strangle prodigies, with one hand covering the sky!" Ye Fan said to the blurry figure rushing toward him at extreme speed. (To be continued)