Chapter 1623: Fighting on Behalf of the Master
This was a robust figure, tall and straight, with long black hair draped over his chest and back, giving him a wild aura. His eyes were sharp, and surging blood energy rushed from the crown of his head, rolling like an ocean.
As he stood there, it felt as if the surrounding heavens were about to collapse. His physical body was so powerful that it was astonishing, creating an unreal sensation.
Ye Fan was slightly stunned. This imposing and intimidating man looked somewhat unfamiliar, but he immediately knew who it was—because of the golden blood energy and the familiar origin that was too close to his own.
This was the disciple he had taken at the fiftieth checkpoint of the Ancient Human Path, Yang Xi, who carried the sacred bloodline within him.
So many years had passed, and the little brat from back then had grown to this level. If not for the familiar aura, it would have been hard to recognize him. The childishness of his youth was long gone; now he was a man. "None of you are worthy."
However, as soon as he spoke, before Yang Xi could respond, a roar like a mountain and sea arose from behind. Those who had come with pilgrim hearts had never left, and they far outnumbered those who had arrived from the Imperial Pass.
Those with hostile intentions were all startled. Such a gathering of powerful figures represented a great momentum. If they directly targeted Ye Fan, it might provoke public condemnation.
"Let alone whether he is the true Sacred Body Ye Fan, even if he is, there will be no leniency here. He deserves respect, but this is the Feixian Battlefield, where the path to the emperor is contested, and there is no room for retreat. The only thing we can do is, if we win, spare his life."
"That's right. Sacred Body Ye Fan is worthy of respect. If we defeat him, we will certainly not kill him."
The speakers came from the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, their veins flowing with the purest Heavenly Overlord Blood. They had been ancient rivals of the Sacred Body since time immemorial. Their words spoke of respect, but the tone was nothing but provocation and insult.
"A bunch of flies and dogs dare to bark? Tell the Overlord to roll out and die. You have no right to stand here. Killing you would only dirty my master's eyes."
This was Yang Xi's response. He stood there like a golden mountain, looking down on the few from the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, completely dismissing them.
The crowd was shaken, all stunned. Both the hostile parties and the powerful figures who had come to support Ye Fan felt a chill in their hearts.
The Overlord had lost to Ye Fan back in the day, but his true combat power was absolutely heaven-defying. He had few rivals in the world, and across the entire starry sky, hardly anyone dared to fight him.
Hundreds of years later, Ye Fan's disciple had grown up and was directly challenging the Overlord. How could this not shock people? He was fighting on behalf of his master, seeking a rematch with the Overlord!
Had the Overlord come? No one knew. But regardless, with Yang Xi here, a clash of dragons and tigers was inevitable.
Sure enough, the few from the Overlord Body Ancestral Star all changed color. Someone immediately shattered the void and charged at Yang Xi, seeking to fight him.
"Your Overlord Blood is thin—mere descendants. But since you come from that star, even if you hadn't provoked my master, just because that old bastard of a Great Accomplishment Overlord Body is your ancestor, I'll kill you all!"
Yang Xi was extremely aggressive. He charged forward, not facing one person but attacking four at once. With a wave of his palm, golden gales surged, terrifying and boundless.
The enmity between the Overlord Body and the Sacred Body ran deep, dating back to the Mythical Era, with constant deadly struggles. Now that they met, hostility was immediate. They wished they could kill Ye Fan and Yang Xi on the spot.
These people were strong, but unfortunately, they faced a Sacred Body with pure blood. Their thin Overlord Blood was insufficient. As soon as they clashed, they suffered a heavy loss.
"Pfft!"
Yang Xi's palm strike was truly too powerful. In this place where the laws of the Dao were suppressed, the gale he unleashed still turned the mountains ahead to ash. Moreover, the first person to charge was smashed by his palm, shattered on the spot, with limbs flying and purple blood splattering.
This scene made everyone's hair stand on end. Just how powerful was he? He truly had Ye Fan's style—a clear inheritance.
For so many years, everyone had been talking about Ye Fan's disciples because they were too strong. Each one was more terrifying than the last. Among them, Yang Xi was undoubtedly very special. Because he shared a similar bloodline with Ye Fan, he was inevitably compared to his master.
For three hundred years, Yang Xi had not been burdened by this. On the contrary, it motivated him. He hoped not to tarnish his master's reputation, to let the world see the continuation of his master's sacred blood, shining with brilliant radiance once more.
Undoubtedly, he had succeeded. Though not a first-generation Sacred Body, after years of refinement, he had reached the pinnacle, awakening the ancient bloodline secrets, no weaker than the true Sacred Bodies of antiquity.
"You flies and dogs dare to insult my master? All of you, die!" Yang Xi followed through. His movements were unpredictable and terrifying, like a golden humanoid tyrannosaur soaring through the air, leaping thousands of feet in a single bound.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"...
In the end, all of them were killed. Every punch drew blood, every strike broke bones. Yang Xi didn't expend much effort, wiping them out in one go.
"Well killed!"
Many roared, and the place erupted in excitement.
In the past, the Great Accomplishment Overlord Body had washed star domains in blood, participating in the Dark Turmoil, causing grief and anger, yet no one could do anything about it.
If not for the Great Accomplishment Overlord Body slumbering there, someone would have gone to the Overlord Body Ancestral Star to fight three hundred years ago. Now that someone had struck, it naturally felt satisfying.
The pilgrims who had followed Ye Fan's footsteps were all cheering. They were numerous, having gathered into a dense crowd, confronting those on the opposite side.
There, without a doubt, were the supreme powerhouses who had just descended from the Imperial Pass, all incredibly strong.
At that moment, a tall, demon-like man, exuding an aura that oppressed the nine heavens, walked forward step by step, causing mountains, rivers, and all things to tremble.
His appearance silenced the entire battlefield in an instant. No one spoke, because this aura was too terrifying, sending chills through the soul, filling everyone with fear.
The Overlord!
After more than three hundred years, Ye Fan saw this man again.
The Overlord's appearance struck fear into everyone present. He was too powerful. His posture of being unrivaled and supreme deeply intimidated everyone.
He immediately locked onto Ye Fan. Amidst his thick hair, his eyes were like blades, sharp and oppressive, capable of tearing the sky apart.
"I never thought I'd see you again. Can you still fight?!" The Overlord's voice was clanging and ear-splitting, making many on the battlefield tremble, their eardrums feeling like they were about to split.
"You will still lose." Ye Fan spoke, his words light and natural, but they resonated like a great bell, shaking the world. Many who heard it were greatly shaken.
It was like a thunderclap. Three hundred years had passed, and Ye Fan's condition was terrible—he had even lost his magical power—yet he remained so confident.
Everyone who looked at him felt a deep reverence. Under the sunlight, Ye Fan's body was bathed in a layer of radiance, giving him an invincible demeanor!
Three hundred years had passed, and his Dao and law fragments had vanished, but after his physical body was reshaped in a battle with an ancient supreme being, it had become even stronger. Here, in this battle, he feared no one.
"You are arrogant!" The Overlord's eyes became even more terrifying. They had no pupils, turning into a fearsome purple light, like blades shooting out terrifying beams.
Back then, he had lost to Ye Fan, considering it a lifelong disgrace. Upon learning that Ye Fan was still alive, his whole body trembled, and the purple blood within him boiled, eager to avenge the shame of the past.
"Overlord, stop putting on airs. In the past, my master defeated you thoroughly. If not for the protectors of the Ancient Human Path stopping him and pleading for you, you would have died long ago. What right do you have to contend with my master? Today, I will fight you!" Yang Xi shouted.
He had already received permission from Ye Fan and was now striding forward to battle the Overlord.
The Sacred Body lineage was truly extraordinary!
This was the thought of everyone, all stunned. In the past, Ye Fan had defeated the Overlord, and now his disciple had grown up, ready to fight the Overlord again.
The Overlord's body was boiling with purple energy. With a roar, the nearby mountains and rivers all shattered. His expression was icy cold, terrifying beyond measure.
To him, this was unbearable!
Behind him, someone spoke, "Are the juniors of today so arrogant?" It was a ball of flames, within which a humanoid figure stood, coming from the Imperial Pass. He was releasing terrifying power, and his Dao had not been fully severed.
"Fire Spirit Cang Yan!" Many exclaimed in shock.
This old Sacred Spirit was famous across the starry sky, too powerful and terrifying. No one expected him to appear and take a stance against Ye Fan.
"So many years have passed, and you haven't advanced an inch, still not reaching the Quasi-Emperor realm. That must be hard on you." Ye Fan smiled, in a good mood. Seeing these old acquaintances, he couldn't help but recall the glorious years of the past, making his battle blood eager to boil.
Upon hearing this, Fire Spirit Cang Yan immediately darkened his face. He was very old, with a seniority far surpassing Ye Fan's master's generation. Being teased like this, his eyes turned icy cold.
In the past, when he fought the Old Madman, the universe was shocked. Except for a few, no one was his match.
Over three hundred years later, several generations had grown up, yet he still hadn't advanced a single step, unable to break through that barrier. Though he was only a hair's breadth away, he couldn't succeed, which had been a bitter pill for him.
Now, being exposed like this, how could he be pleased? Especially since these were all his juniors, making his expression even more gloomy.
"Then let me see if you've improved." Cang Yan spoke coldly and mercilessly.
He walked forward step by step, his body blazing with fire, forming a divine ring of heavenly flames that protected him within. His form was dazzling, awe-inspiring.
Clearly, even on the Feixian Battlefield, he still possessed powerful Dao, not completely severed.
"Roar..."
Before Ye Fan could speak, a roar like a tidal wave came from the distant sky. Someone was approaching at incredible speed.
"Fire Spirit, don't act like an old-timer. My master once fought ancient supreme beings in bloody combat. Would you dare? You're not worthy to fight my master now. Let Buddha here send you to the afterlife!"
It wasn't just one person; two figures arrived together, both moving at extreme speed. The one shouting was bald.
Boom!
Blood energy surged, divine light obscured the sun. Two terrifying figures flew in, descending from the sky, incredibly powerful.
"Master, we've come!" Ye Tong and Hua Hua appeared together, kneeling down, their faces covered in tears, trembling with excitement.
"Rise!" Ye Fan helped them up.
"Senior Brother, let's join forces and sweep them all away. Let's see who dares to be so arrogant!" Yang Xi shouted from the other side, where he was confronting the Overlord.
"Good!" Ye Tong responded, his body blazing with fire. He stepped forward, directly approaching Fire Spirit Cang Yan, saying, "Today, you're mine. Come and fight!"
Everyone was shocked. Even the supreme powerhouses from the Imperial Pass felt a chill in their hearts. This was Ye Fan's eldest disciple, who had shaken the universe for so many years, making them extremely wary.
Three of Ye Fan's disciples had arrived at once, each peerlessly powerful, intimidating all the heroes.
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