# Chapter 1556: Stirring Waves
Ye Fan's right hand was like a stele, covered with golden runes—this was his Dao, ancient and complex, eternal and unchanging principles that had existed since time immemorial, emitting rumbling sounds.
Mountains crumbled, seas dried up, rocks turned to dust. Beneath this palm like a golden heavenly stele, everything would be destroyed, nothing would remain. The void transformed into black holes, chaotic light burst forth, as if the world was being created anew!
This place was about to be completely obliterated. If not for the Ji Family's imperial patterns spreading out at the first moment, the boundless wilderness ahead, along with the sun, moon, and heavens, might have faced great problems.
Misty haze spread outward. Ye Fan's golden palm transformed into an ancient stele tens of thousands of feet tall, densely covered with patterns, suppressing this region's sun, moon, mountains, and rivers!
Shen Ming's expression was solemn. He had already made his move at the first instant. His divine garment was crystalline and translucent, radiating a halo that made him look like an ancient deity walking forth from the ages of desolation, emitting overwhelming pressure.
"Boom!"
He struck forward with his palm. Vermilion birds danced, true dragons stretched across, white tigers split the heavens... various divine spirits appeared simultaneously, terrifying beyond compare, as if a supreme being was enraged, or like the Heavenly Emperor himself making a move!
Shen Ming's aura was too powerful. He was confident to the extreme, possessing the capital to speak such words, like a supreme god descending from the celestial realm.
Everyone trembled. This great pressure felt like doomsday had arrived, as if facing an absolute ruler, making them want to kneel down, worship, and submit.
People had already mentally prepared for Ye Fan's might, but Shen Ming—this person of mysterious origin—was also this powerful. His sudden appearance today, shocking the world, naturally made people tremble.
With a *dong* sound, the two collided violently. Runes spun rapidly, quickly annihilating. The heavenly stele confronted the various divine spirits, emitting immortal light that swept across the eight desolates, swallowing ten thousand miles!
This was a fierce confrontation, terrifying to the extreme, as if it would smash down the nine heavens. The firmament trembled, about to collapse.
No one had expected that their very first strike would be this supremely powerful. This was a clash of young supreme prodigies, unseen for many years.
Within the Ji Family, one void array pattern after another spread out, stabilizing earth, fire, wind, and water, protecting the mountains, rivers, and world, securing heaven and earth. Otherwise, it might truly cause a catastrophe in the Southern Domain.
After all, this was a confrontation between Great Saint-level imperial sons. At the slightest move, they could destroy heaven and earth; smashing a living ancient star was nothing.
The only reassuring thing was that the Big Dipper was too unique—injuring its foundation was extremely difficult!
*Po!*
Ye Fan pressed a palm into the void. Although it was a casual strike, it contained infinite palm force that crashed down, and ultimately transformed into immeasurable sword light, filling every corner of heaven and earth.
Some sword beams surged up from underground, some struck down from the nine heavens, some were born within the void...
One massive sword beam after another was like a heaven-supporting pillar, enormous and boundless, vast and endless, filled with murderous aura, startling all living beings across the myriad domains of the heavens!
This was a very terrifying secret technique. A single speck of dust could fill the sea, a single blade of grass could shatter the stars of the heavens. Peerlessly sharp, it clanged through the sky, overwhelming the human world.
The crowd was horrified. Even though they had already retreated far enough, they were still terrified to the bone, cold seeping into their marrow, fear in their hearts.
Shen Ming's expression was serious, without a trace of carelessness. Although he had been very arrogant and forceful earlier, once the actual battle began, he was exceptionally focused—confident but not arrogant.
His body shook, and behind him emerged an ancient imprint, like a divine form, or like a divine phenomenon, or perhaps a special law condensed into a Dao diagram.
A fiery red Vermilion Bird soared into the sky, spanning three thousand realms, shattering vast stretches of void, carrying the aura of the primordial wilderness and infinite immortal flames, burning through heaven and earth.
Too terrifying!
He used this to counter the omnipresent sword qi, blocking Ye Fan's peerless attack. And within his defense was offense—at his brow, a blazing light flashed, condensing into a terrifying talisman that transformed into an ancient character difficult for mortals to recognize, pressing forward.
This character rapidly grew larger. Every stroke seemed forged from immortal gold, dazzling and brilliant, crystalline and shining, filled with cold metallic texture, weighing over a billion jun.
This was a Dao, a heavenly immortal script!
As soon as it appeared, a few individuals recognized it, all shocked. According to legend, ancient supremes had used such characters when breaking open the path to immortality and attacking the Immortal Domain—a killing Dao law.
This character possessed peerless offensive power. Otherwise, how could it break the barrier between the mortal and immortal realms? It was the most terrifying!
*Clang!*
Ye Fan's palm overturned, using his physical body to shake it. His golden fingers flicked continuously, one rune after another appearing, all striking this character. Amidst the dazzling immortal light, this place exploded.
Shocking the world, astounding the heavens!
Just how powerful was the Human Clan's Sacred Body's physical form, daring to strike like this, directly brushing against it with his palm? Too terrifying!
If it were any other Great Saint, just this one contact—let alone fingers—their entire arm, even half their body, would have directly rotted away, turning into bloody mud and bone fragments.
With a thunderous boom, the two passed each other. The first exchange ended.
In truth, there were only two strikes, and both occurred in the space of a spark striking flint—too fast. Many hadn't even reacted, hadn't even seen clearly.
Although the attack power was enough to shock the world, this was far from a life-or-death duel. These were probing attacks; both had held back, not using their most powerful trump cards.
A more peak-level confrontation was about to begin—it would surely be a battle of life and death, a peerless battle!
However, at this moment, both the Holy Prince and An Pu suddenly moved, stepping forward horizontally to block simultaneously.
The Holy Prince wanted to fight in Ye Fan's place, not wanting him to continue. Today was his joyous day of betrothal; the monkey wanted to take on Shen Ming in a life-or-death struggle.
And An Pu also cut across the middle, temporarily separating the two, not wanting this battle to continue.
Almost simultaneously, the void silently split open. Ji Zi appeared, silently arriving at the center of the field. Clearly, he also wanted to intervene. Not to mention his relationship with Ye Fan, simply because this was the Ji Family's territory, he couldn't stand idly by.
However, the moment he appeared, An Pu's body shook, erupting with an incomparable aura, even more terrifying than before, shaking heaven and earth!
"Emperor Void!" he cried out in shock, losing his composure for the first time.
As soon as these four words were spoken, everyone was stunned. This name was too ancient. How could it be called out in such an occasion? Even at the Ji Family's doorstep, it shouldn't be like this.
Everyone's expression shook greatly as they looked forward.
At this moment, An Pu's pale and somewhat sickly face revealed an incomprehensible shock, staring fixedly at Ji Zi, his eyes unblinking, as if seeing the most inconceivable thing.
The crowd was dumbfounded. What was going on?
"Are you speaking of my father?" Ji Zi spoke calmly.
"You are not him? Too similar!" An Pu shook his head after speaking. If it were the real Emperor Void, how could there be no imperial might? Even if restrained, it would still make all living beings tremble, especially when facing their Immortal Mountain lineage—it would be even more intense.
At this point, everyone understood. Ji Zi looked exactly like Emperor Void. All showed strange expressions. A father and son looking this alike was rare.
"Descendant of the Battle Saint Emperor, what do you mean? Want to fight me? You can stand aside for now, wait until my battle with him ends, then you can come. No matter how many come today, I'll take them all!" Shen Ming spoke, still as arrogant as before, making Li Heishui and the others grind their teeth in hatred, but they had to admit he possessed absolute, powerful strength.
"I'll just send you on your way with one staff strike, save you from chattering here!" the monkey said violently, too lazy to say more. He even took the lead, stepping in front of Ye Fan, wanting to duel Shen Ming.
When the Holy Prince and Shen Ming met, there was bound to be a life-or-death battle—both were overwhelmingly domineering.
And An Pu, coming back to his senses, took another step, once again placing himself between them, blocking Shen Ming. "If we're talking about urgency, I surpass you. The enmity between my Immortal Mountain and the Ji Family is known throughout the world. The old agreement is about to expire. But there's no rush for this moment. Fighting a decisive battle at this betrothal ceremony is going too far."
"Saying it like that makes me seem petty." Shen Ming withdrew the foot he had extended. "I said, I'm a very direct person. What I think in my heart, I speak without falsehood—that is my true intention. I simply want to fight."
The divine garment armor he wore flowed with dark light. The blazing flames were restrained, but still had a layer of halo, no different from a divine warrior.
"Forget it. After today, I'll experience you one by one." His gaze was very blazing. "Today, no blood will be spilled. Let there be more joy."
"You say forget it, and that's it?!" The Holy Prince sneered, unwilling to let it go.
And Li Heishui, Dongfang Ye, and the others were also furious. Coming and going as he pleased on such an occasion, stirring up trouble and then wanting to settle it with a single word? Their anger was hard to quell.
"Daoist Hun Tuo, it's your turn to step in!" From the distant horizon, a figure with a terrifying identity joked.
"Right, please, Senior Hun Tuo, make a persuasion—it will surely make them start a bloody fight quickly." Some were more direct, hoping the God of Misfortune would step forward, making this battle intense. If a Forbidden Zone of Life truly lost an imperial son, it would likely sweep across the Big Dipper, with supremes emerging!
"Fellow Daoists jest. This old man is unwell today and won't interfere." Hun Tuo said.
"How can we do without you, Daoist Brother? This is a clash of heavenly prodigies. You should properly persuade them apart. We need you to step in."
"Heaven has compassion for all life. Today, this old man need not persuade them, and they will have no blood disaster. Heaven above cannot bear it. Everything values harmony as precious. Within ten years, they will all be guided by harmony." Hun Tuo said very seriously.
The crowd: "..." Even Hun Tuo backed down, afraid of stepping on an iron plate, afraid of smashing his golden signboard—though of course, that so-called golden signboard seemed to be viewed in reverse.
Before the Ji Family's gates, the Holy Prince wanted to fight, Shen Ming's attitude was uncertain. If they fought, he couldn't ask for more, but since he had already spoken those words, he couldn't just change his tune.
"The betrothal is important. Let's stop here for today." Ji Zi and An Pu both spoke, saying this.
Ye Fan's expression was cold, staring at Shen Ming. He very much wanted to punch him to death, but today truly wasn't suitable for him to make another move, nor did he want the monkey to act on his behalf.
"The more you say, the more it seems I'm bullying others with my power. How about this: today, we'll avoid life-or-death confrontation. Better to kill ten thousand than break up one marriage. So today, let's have a civil contest, leave it to the younger generation, let them compete for supremacy. Consider it my contribution to this betrothal ceremony's entertainment." Shen Ming said.
"Let it be so." Divine King Jiang Taixu spoke.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan nodded in agreement. Since the White-Robed Divine King had spoken, he didn't want to go against him. Everything could be postponed until after today.
In truth, if this battle continued, it might become very terrifying—an imperial son falling, blood spilling across the Southern Domain, possibly even provoking ancient supremes from the Forbidden Zones!
Shen Ming waved his hand. From the distance, several little figures poked their heads out, each wreathed in chaotic qi, all extraordinary.
"Ming Ren, come here." He called over a child, only six or seven years old, with a prominent brow and extraordinary bearing, chaotic light restrained within, making people's hearts skip a beat.
"This is my child. As long as you can find someone of similar age from this world to defeat him, I will consider myself defeated." Shen Ming said.
"If you lose, what do you offer?" Black Emperor, who had remained silent until now, asked.
"Offer?" Shen Ming's gaze blazed. "If I lose, I will slap my own mouth, take back my earlier words, and apologize to you! Moreover, within ten years, if I encounter any of you, I will retreat three times. If I truly must meet you, I will still apologize."