Chapter 1624: What Is the Strongest
Fighting relies on brothers, and going into battle relies on father and son. Three of Ye Fan’s major disciples appeared at once, each more formidable than the last, all possessing heaven-shaking, earth-shattering abilities.
Yang Xi, his entire body erupting with golden blood energy and crimson rays, was like a vast divine sea surging with waves, shaking the boundless earth—this was the ultimate portrayal of the Sacred Body’s strength.
Huahua, with boundless Buddhist Dharma, stood there as all heavens’ Bodhisattvas and Ancient Buddhas chanted scriptures, manifesting behind him, elevating him to the center of the world.
Ye Tong, possessing the Sun Body, had every inch of his flesh seemingly containing a blazing sun, dazzling and radiant, his entire being flowing with sacred brilliance.
Over the years, they had long become renowned across the stars, intimidating all clans. This was not mere boasting; they possessed supreme authority and were truly powerful enough.
After three hundred years of warfare, all three had carved out illustrious reputations in the starry skies!
At this moment, as they walked forward, every step they took caused heaven and earth to rumble and tremble, like three golden mountains pressing down, shaking hearts and minds, their divine power overwhelming.
It wasn’t just their combat ability; even their invincible demeanor inspired fear. Each one was so extraordinary, and as they advanced together, it directly caused the sky to collapse and the earth to sink, as if three ancient war gods had descended to the mortal world.
Divine rings, one after another, linked into a chain, enveloping them within. The impact of their supreme aura caused many to stagger, on the verge of falling.
Ye Fan’s three great disciples made their move, and everyone trembled!
“Overlord, come and fight!” Yang Xi charged forward first, confronting the current sovereign of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline.
Who was the Overlord? He was the strongest of this bloodline in the present era, possessing an invincible demeanor. Facing a challenge from a younger generation, his eyes were sharp and terrifying, their purple light awe-inspiring.
“Boom!”
He took a single step forward, and heaven and earth trembled. He slapped down with his palm, shattering the void, striking directly at Yang Xi’s forehead bone, aiming to destroy his Immortal Platform.
The Overlord thought highly of himself; few in this world were worthy of his regard. Facing the disciple of his enemy, he said nothing, wanting only to destroy him swiftly and kill him on the spot.
On the other side, flames reached the heavens as Ye Tong faced Cang Yan. One was the Sun Body, possessing a bloodline identical to the Sun Saint Emperor, supremely powerful. The other was a natural Fire Spirit, born from the will of the heavens and spiritual energy, moving amidst flames, a sovereign among fire, renowned across the stars, unassailable.
These two clashed, flames surging into the sky, burning down the four directions of heaven and earth. Everyone retreated. That place became scorched earth, turned into magma, with only two figures roaring and battling fiercely.
This was not like a mortal struggle; it was like gods from the celestial realm clashing!
“Buddha be merciful, Master is the strongest. Hah, you brats over there, who’s not convinced? Hop over here, and Buddha Brother will send you to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.”
When it was Huahua’s turn to step forward, something felt off. Though his bald head gleamed, there was not a trace of solemn dignity; he looked more like a bald-headed man pretending to be a high monk.
He was carefree, acting like a reckless fool, shouting challenges at the opposing side. Yet he was truly powerful, with Ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas manifesting before and behind him, and the scriptures of all heavens roaring!
It should have been sacred, peaceful, and dignified, but his own temperament ruined it all.
“Hey, you kid, come here. Weren’t you just shouting happily? Don’t run, you fiend! Watch how Buddha Grandpa subdues you!” He stretched his long legs and dashed over with a whoosh.
The people on the opposite side were furious. Huahua called one “kid” and another “kid,” not considering who was older. The men on that side had white beards, having cultivated for most of their lives—they were old enough to be his ancestors.
“Hey, kid, you’re fierce, but no matter how great your divine powers, you can’t escape Buddha Grandpa’s palm. Hehehe, fiend, come with me to guard my mountain gate.” This was nothing like a Buddha son; it was more like an old demon cackling eerily.
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An inevitable great battle erupted, and the onlookers were spellbound. Ahead were peerless experts descending from the Emperor Pass, yet now they were blocked, unable to pass those three barriers.
Everyone trembled, not for any other reason, but because these three were all disciples of Ye Fan, sharing the same master.
How powerful must he be to teach such disciples? Everyone felt a chill. At this moment, Ye Fan had not yet made a move, but he inspired deep awe in all.
Though he had never personally taught his disciples, only passing down techniques and letting them forge their own paths, these three had soared to the heavens, each becoming a globally renowned talent.
Nothing was more intimidating than this. Ye Fan’s three disciples could already contend with the world’s peerless figures. How terrifying must he himself be?
In the battlefield, it was intensely fierce, with all kinds of light flying!
Yang Xi was a humanoid dragon, striking as fast as lightning, his eyes burning like two torches. He swept his leg in a horizontal kick, clashing with the Overlord’s palm, erupting in dazzling golden light.
Though confident, he did not dare to be careless, using his ultimate power to fight the Overlord. After all, this was a generation’s overlord who had once fought his master, now with few rivals in the world.
Boom!
A massive burst of light exploded, golden energy and purple qi rising together, shaking the sky. A purple sun and a golden sun detonated simultaneously, this place swept as if by a divine sea!
In the end, the two separated. Yang Xi took a few more steps back, but he was unharmed. His leg was intact, his figure tall and robust, like a true dragon waiting to strike again.
Everyone was stunned. They knew Yang Xi was strong, but they hadn’t expected him to be this terrifying. Without relying on technique, he had clashed head-on with a peerless figure of the Overlord’s level and emerged unscathed.
The Overlord of today was unstoppable, hard-pressed to find a true opponent. His path was soaked in blood, built on endless corpses.
Many had seen him tear apart Great Sages with his bare hands, bathed in blood, walking through the stars, his entire being exuding a bloody, demonic aura.
Now, Yang Xi had reached such a level that he could contend with such a generation-defying figure, deciding victory or defeat. Ye Fan’s disciples were truly awe-inspiring!
“Boom!”
The Overlord’s eyes were terrifyingly purple, with no white visible, only purple sharpness. He clenched his fist, and dense purple qi steamed, turning into a bolt of purple lightning as he charged forward.
Overlord Fist!
This was a supreme fist technique, able to rival the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, shattering all things in heaven and earth. It was the ultimate secret art of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline.
Everyone was startled. The Overlord had truly revealed his killing intent, using such a peerless fist technique. This was the art that had once made Ye Fan bleed, though Ye Fan had ultimately suppressed and shattered him, it still showed the technique’s terror.
“Heh!”
Yang Xi was unafraid. His right hand clenched into a fist, golden and crimson rays erupting together, striking back with his own fist—the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!
This was a technique Ye Tong had taught him on behalf of Ye Fan, most suited for the Sacred Body lineage, supremely powerful. Yang Xi had long comprehended it thoroughly, forging his own path to its peak.
Moreover, when Ye Fan had defeated the Overlord, he had seized the Overlord Fist technique from his primordial spirit. His disciples were no strangers to it.
At this moment, the gates of the Six Paths Reincarnation opened in heaven and earth, six universes rotating, countering the Overlord’s supreme fist. It shattered everything, turning this place into a zone of annihilation.
“Boom!”
Blazing light, endless radiance, ravaged the earth. The two figures flew backward.
The Overlord stood like a spear planted in the ground, but his fist was bleeding, his tiger’s mouth split open. Purple blood was shocking, exuding a strange, demonic power.
On the other side, Yang Xi staggered but finally steadied himself. The flesh on his palm and fingers was torn, white bone exposed, and even two fingers were broken, twisted out of shape. Yet he had held his ground. With a series of crackling sounds, he reconnected the broken bones, healed the flesh, and restored himself.
He was strong enough to contend. When the two met, Yang Xi had the absolute strength to defend himself and wage a great decisive battle!
“Overlord, your reputation is well-deserved!” Yang Xi said sincerely.
But these words made the Overlord’s face darken to the extreme. If Ye Fan had said it, it would be one thing, but this was his disciple!
Boom!
The Overlord’s hair stood on end, his aura suddenly surging by a large margin. Behind him, nine divine forms vaguely appeared, unoppressed even here.
“Do you think I’m afraid of you?!” Yang Xi said coldly. Behind him, the Sacred Body’s divine phenomena unfolded—Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Kunpeng, and others danced together, guarding him beneath.
The Overlord had revealed his killing intent, wanting to eliminate Yang Xi here. If he delayed any longer, even if he won, his glorious reputation would be tarnished.
“Boom!”
On the other side, Ye Tong fought fiercely with Cang Yan. Though the Fire Spirit had higher cultivation, he seemed naturally restrained before the Sun Body, hampered and constrained.
This result stunned everyone. That was Cang Yan the Fire Spirit, just a hair’s breadth away from becoming a Quasi-Emperor, enough to dominate the world and look down on the mortal realm!
Yet now, Ye Tong was unmatched, his body erupting with blazing light, like a god from the mythical era striking, growing braver as he fought, fearless.
Cang Yan’s face was cold. Though he felt he had several methods to eliminate Ye Tong and suppress this junior, doing so would cost him blood.
The longer he fought, the colder his heart grew. This was a junior, having cultivated for so few years, with a much lower seniority. If he couldn’t suppress him like thunder, it would be his defeat.
But he truly couldn’t break through. Ye Tong was too strong, his divine rings shielding him. As he moved freely, heaven and earth trembled for him, impossible to contend with.
The Fire Spirit could not shake him. In a daze, sacrificial sounds from ancient times came. Behind Ye Tong, he saw a vast battlefield, where all beings worshipped the Human Emperor. He was deeply shocked, as if facing the Sun Saint Emperor himself, not his descendant Ye Tong!
“One master, three disciples, each so heaven-defying. From now on, even if the Sacred Body Ye Fan doesn’t act, his disciples alone can sweep away all enemies.”
“Wrong, these aren’t all his disciples. I’ve heard there’s a stunningly talented second disciple who hasn’t appeared yet, likely even more formidable.”
This place buzzed with noise. Both enemies and pilgrims were shocked. This was a terrifying fact.
The lineage of Ye Fan had truly risen. Even without him, these disciples alone could expand the Heavenly Court and dominate the world.
Anyone could see that any one of these disciples was enough to inherit the mantle and push the tradition to glorious heights. Having several appear at once was simply heaven-defying!
At this point, no words were needed. If the disciples were like this, what of the master? Everyone wondered how terrifying Ye Fan would be if his power were still intact.
What is the strongest? Oneself remaining unmoved, while one’s disciples act to settle everything—this alone demonstrates it. This is true majesty!