Chapter 1625: Outstanding Disciples
"Buddha be merciful, Master above. Kid, don't run, hurry up and come guard the mountain gate with me." Huahua displayed great divine power, his Dao techniques were very unique—lotus flowers bloomed from his mouth, one after another flying out, each petal translucent and sparkling with radiance, directly collapsing the void ahead.
The crowd was stunned, even somewhat shocked. This bald head could actually use such Dao techniques here without being suppressed.
"Above and below the heavens, I alone am honored. Wretched fiend, why not bind yourself? This humble monk has come to deliver you."
From Huahua's mouth, lotus flowers flew out one after another, pressing forward and smashing his opponent so hard he stumbled, covered in blood, unable to withstand it.
This technique was very special, but in the eyes of his opponent, he was undoubtedly a spitting machine, unreasonably able to squander his Dao cultivation like this on the Flying Immortal battlefield. If he left this place, how deep would his Dao cultivation be? Just thinking about it made people shudder.
Huahua was the first to resolve his opponent, suppressing him, then looked ahead and locked onto the next person—it was actually a Buddhist nun from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain.
"Hey, female bald head, you dare to provoke my master too? You've broken the precepts. Let this humble monk capture you!" Holding a purple-gold alms bowl, he came down with the force of Mount Tai.
Clearly, the figure that sneak-attacked the nun with a lecherous laugh was formed from his faith power. In the hands of other eminent monks, it would surely be solemn and compassionate, but in his hands, it was utterly vulgar.
"This... is also Senior Ye's disciple? The style doesn't quite match."
"The style is way too different. How is this bald head so unconventional?"
"If you knew he was raised by that dog called Black Emperor, and had his childhood values shaped by that virtue-lacking Taoist who specializes in digging up ancestral graves, you wouldn't have any questions."
...
The crowd murmured, their gazes at him very strange.
On the other side, the battle between Yang Xi and the Overlord had reached a white-hot stage, the final phase. As soon as the nine divine forms of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline appeared, heaven and earth lost their color.
Not to mention others, even Ye Fan's gaze sharpened, locking onto the battlefield, watching closely, and stepping forward step by step.
Boom!
An aura of world-splitting and heaven-rending spread. The nine divine forms clashed with the Sacred Body's divine phenomena, reaching the final stage and erupting with terrifying light.
That place was completely obliterated. Two figures flew up. The Overlord strode out, blood still dripping from his right hand, but no other injuries.
As for Yang Xi, he was covered in blood, staggering and retreating far away, but he was smiling, not at all dejected, saying, "The Overlord is indeed strong enough!"
He was seriously injured but not fatally. He had endured the Overlord's most powerful secret technique, his face full of confidence and brilliance.
The Overlord's face was ashen. His heart was filled with rage. This was merely his enemy's disciple, yet he had blocked his nine divine forms without falling.
This was a heavy blow to him!
And Yang Xi was clearly still able to fight. He quickly used the Presence Secret to repair his injured body, reconnecting broken bones and healing flesh, becoming vigorous again.
Seeing this, the Overlord's face grew even darker. The Presence Secret and the Overlord Fist were both things Ye Fan had taken from his primordial spirit back then. To him, this was a supreme humiliation!
"Junior, die!" The Overlord's right palm suddenly steamed with purple qi. Blood from his entire body gathered there. The purple blood boiled, then turned red, concentrating between his five fingers. He turned into a bolt of lightning, charging at Yang Xi.
That palm shed all purple, becoming a dazzling red—the essence of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline, called "true blood," said to be capable of killing deities.
Everyone was shocked. The Overlord had come killing all the way, tearing apart many great sages with his bare hands in the starry sky, bathing in divine blood, stepping over countless bones. Some peerless enemies had died under this Heaven-Dominating True Blood!
Ye Fan moved, swift as thunder, arriving in an instant, cutting off the Overlord's path.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan threw a punch, striking that blood-red palm. Heaven and earth erupted. The sky exploded, the ground sank. Even with protective arrays that could restore the place, they couldn't stop this destructive force now. Everything was annihilated.
When the final light faded, the Overlord and Ye Fan stood facing each other. His right hand was broken, bright red blood spilling everywhere as he staggered back.
Ye Fan stood there, steady as a rock, his fingers crystalline, not a single scratch.
The crowd drew in cold breaths. This result needed no explanation. After three or four hundred years, the Overlord was once again outmatched, defeated once more!
For three hundred years, though Ye Fan had been in a daze, his physical body had been continuously transforming. After a bloody fight with a supreme being from a Forbidden Zone of Life, he had exploded. Over the years, his body had been reassembling and tempering itself—a terrifying sublimation.
"Master, I could have taken it," Yang Xi muttered in quiet protest.
The golden color faded from his right palm, half of it turning red, but not covering the whole hand. Clearly, that was the true blood essence of the Sacred Body!
"You are still young. There's no need to fight to the death like this," Ye Fan said.
Clearly, if they had truly clashed, Yang Xi would have suffered a severe loss. Even if his life wasn't in danger, his vitality would have been greatly damaged. With Ye Fan present, he naturally wouldn't let his disciple fight to the death.
"Ten years. In another ten years, I can fill my palm with bright red true blood. By then..." Yang Xi's eyes blazed as he locked onto the Overlord.
Everyone was startled, sensing Yang Xi's fierce fighting spirit. He had made the Overlord his opponent, vowing to defeat him in ten years.
"Master, I ask you to spare him once more. In ten years, your disciple wishes to fight him!" Finally, he spoke his true thoughts.
The Overlord's eyes had already dimmed, even his body slightly hunched. This defeat had hit him too hard. But when he heard Yang Xi's words, he straightened up instantly, his eyes shooting out endless, grim killing intent!
"Master, I long to duel with someone from the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline!" Yang Xi said again.
Ye Fan heard this, was silent for a moment, then nodded, agreeing to his request.
"I have not lost my fighting spirit. When the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline reappears, it will make the entire world tremble!" the Overlord roared. He turned abruptly and strode away. With each step, his aura grew stronger. By the time he was about to disappear, he directly tore through the void.
The Overlord departed in a frenzy!
But from then on, he was no longer considered an opponent by Ye Fan. To him, that was the greatest sorrow. Ye Fan gazed into the distance toward the Overlord Body's ancestral star.
On the other side, the battle between Ye Tong and the Fire Spirit Cang Yan was also coming to an end. Flames and light surged there.
The Fire Spirit ultimately used a forbidden secret technique—a terrifying demonic light, pitch-black and menacing. This was an extremely fearsome flame he had collected, called the Taiyin Immortal Flame. It wasn't hot but cold fire. As soon as it appeared, it threatened to freeze people's bones.
Everyone was horrified. They never expected the Fire Spirit Cang Yan to have found this legendary flame from mythological times—truly shocking!
This Taiyin Immortal Flame was clearly fatal to a Solar Body, perfectly countering it!
Cang Yan was drenched in blood. Extracting this flame from his sealed body and using it as a weapon cost him a heavy price.
However, Ye Tong sneered, completely unafraid. In an instant, he unleashed eighteen ancient characters, sealing the high heavens.
The first nine characters were nine imperial characters from the Solar Ancient Scripture, while the latter nine were nine talismans from the Lunar Mother Scripture. The two complemented each other, transforming back and forth, directly sealing and absorbing the Taiyin Immortal Flame.
"What? You're a Solar Body, but you also cultivate the Lunar Ancient Scripture?!" Cang Yan was shocked.
"You're too ignorant. My aunt is a Lunar Body. We once exchanged ancient scriptures to cultivate!" Ye Tong sneered coldly.
Cang Yan's expression turned ice-cold. He hadn't expected to miscalculate. But he wasn't afraid. His true Dao cultivation was a notch above Ye Tong's; he was merely being countered. He decided to use his trump card, not wanting to waste time. In an instant, he offered up a great killing weapon—a forbidden artifact!
His heart bled. This felt like such a waste. This was a weapon he had forged in recent years by melting down all his divine materials, usable only once or twice.
It was a scroll painting, rustling as it unfurled, covering the sky. It wasn't suppressed by the Flying Immortal battlefield. This was one of the Fire Spirit Cang Yan's trump cards.
This artifact was too powerful. It shattered the void, carrying the traces of all Dao paths, pressing down. For any great sage without preparation, it would be a catastrophic disaster.
In this divine painting, Cang Yan had sealed the refined souls of over a dozen great sages, along with their Dao and techniques. Once unleashed, it would kill everything.
Unfortunately, the result once again made him despair. A wisp of imperial-level fluctuation vibrated out. Ye Tong held a golden scepter in his hand, swinging it at him!
This was the scepter of the Heavenly Court, a supreme quasi-emperor artifact!
Three hundred years ago, during the strongest dark turmoil in history, almost all imperial artifacts had shattered, been crippled, or completely disappeared, rarely seen again.
Since then, quasi-emperor artifacts had become the strongest weapons in the universe. Their appearance now undoubtedly carried immense deterrent power.
If Cang Yan hadn't used the forbidden artifact and continued fighting, his chances of winning were high. But he didn't want to embarrass himself, unwilling to keep tangling with a junior. He wanted to end the battle quickly.
Ye Tong naturally directly used the quasi-emperor artifact. The Heavenly Court's golden scepter shattered the divine painting, then split the Fire Spirit Cang Yan, extinguishing his primordial spirit.
"How could this be?" Cang Yan trembled. His physical body shattered, and the last spark of his primordial spirit gradually went out. He hadn't expected such an outcome.
In this world, he was so powerful, striding arrogantly through life, only to end up like this.
There was no more suspense. A generation's Fire Spirit had died like this!
The battle was over. Everyone was terrified.
Ye Fan's three disciples were too powerful. Ye Tong had fought the Fire Spirit Cang Yan to a standstill, Huahua had suppressed several powerful enemies, and even the youngest disciple, Yang Xi, was almost on par with the Overlord, able to stand on his own. It was awe-inspiring.