# Chapter 1648: Counterattack
"Little Duanzi wants to fight, but he also doesn't want to die. Abandoning a quasi-emperor weapon to leave a retreat path—that's really generous," Black Emperor said, drooling, otherwise his saliva would have already dripped down.
Bits of purple fragments danced about, like a brilliant rain of light filling the universe. These were fragments of a quasi-emperor weapon. Though beautiful and flawless, each piece could shoot and kill a Great Sage.
Everyone dodged, afraid of being touched. That would absolutely create a bloody hole, and then the quasi-emperor dao patterns would grind them into bloody mud.
"Unable to fight at the same realm is ultimately regrettable. Let the battle be in the future!" This was Yin Tiande's voice. He disappeared through a dao gate covered in runic inscriptions, completely different from other domain gates.
Using a quasi-emperor weapon to cover his retreat was truly extravagant. Yet he did it just for this battle. Outsiders thought he was being wasteful, but he himself felt it was worth it.
This was a true great collision. He had grasped the pulse of Ye Fan's dao principles and gained an understanding. When he reached the quasi-emperor realm, he would unleash a divine seal grand battle.
The only thing he regretted was that Ye Fan hadn't used the Heavenly Emperor Fist when dealing with him and Yao Guang. He only displayed it when smashing the quasi-emperor artifact.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief. Yin Tiande was someone with divine seal. If he couldn't fight at the same realm, losing him like this would be regrettable.
Because Ye Fan was too strong, displaying an unstoppable invincible will. Now people hoped some seed candidates would survive, to check him in the future, or at least slightly slow his pace.
Otherwise, he seemed invincible, with no more opponents. As he advanced triumphantly, what imperial path, what myriad race heroes—all would become a joke.
That light door disappeared. Various quasi-emperor runes dimmed and were obliterated.
Ye Fan reached out with his hand. The vast purple crystalline rain converged, all appearing in his palm, very clear and brilliant. He reforged it into a purple gourd.
He stared at the direction where Yin Tiande had vanished, somewhat surprised. It was actually a quasi-emperor rune gate, severing all connections, cut off from this space-time.
"I'll give you the chance. What harm is there in fighting in the future? Come back when you're ready." Ye Fan wasn't worried. He had never feared anyone of his generation. Even the Celestial Prince, with the world's best talent and bloodline, had been killed. Relying on talent could no longer suppress him, and in personal cultivation, he was even more fearless.
The crowd was shaken. Ye Fan was truly invincible. The strongest few in the Fifth Imperial Pass were no match for him. Who could resist? The rise of the Sacred Body could no longer be stopped.
In such a great battle, there was no sound in the city. People's hearts trembled, silent as crows.
Everyone's mood was very complicated. This was a road that made them despair. The Imperial Pass—fighting all the way, bloody battles for so many years. Yet in the end, Ye Fan only came once, and directly made people lose heart!
His appearance made people see no hope. Many hearts trembled. Three hundred years of struggle, three hundred years of crippling—yet he had defied heaven and recovered, becoming a quasi-emperor.
Ye Fan re-entered the city. The streets were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. What could the remaining heroes say? Only a sigh. How could they fight against him?
Especially certain people, like the Divine Court Emperor's youngest son, the Nine Tribulations Daoist, and others, their faces turned pale. Thinking back to their earlier mockery and ridicule, it now seemed like pure suicide.
Di Tian, Xin Lan, the Great Demon God, Green Poem Fairy, and others became even more silent. They were "old acquaintances," but now couldn't match him, couldn't catch up to that person's footsteps.
Now, what people had to consider wasn't competing with Ye Fan, but thinking—who in this era could slightly slow him down? Yao Guang was defeated, Yin Tiande fled. These two strongest weren't his match. Who dared to step forward?
Unexpectedly, the Divine Venerable was still on the Soaring Cloud Tower, still hadn't left, his face expressionless.
"He... hasn't left yet!"
Everyone was greatly surprised. Was he going to fight Ye Fan? The God Clan was very strong. According to legends and past battle records, there were few clans in the universe that could compare with them, let alone their clan's supreme being.
But based on what people knew, the Divine Venerable shouldn't have become a quasi-emperor yet. Was he going to defy heaven, also wanting to fight to the death?
"Do you also want to make a move?" Li Heishui glared and shouted.
The Divine Venerable coldly glanced at him, didn't speak, but looked at Ye Fan. His eyes showed no fear, no dread, only cold indifference.
"There's nothing to say. Release Xiao Chengdao's mother and bring her back," Ye Fan said.
Ji Chengdao clenched his fists, his face full of excitement. So many years had passed, he thought of his mother every moment, hoping to rescue her. Now his uncle had returned, so domineering, making him see hope.
To be honest, he really wanted to beat up that nominal uncle standing opposite, but he knew he wasn't a match yet.
"She is my sister. Naturally, I won't let her suffer. But the God Clan isn't ruled by me alone. There's still the Supreme Elder Council above," the Divine Venerable said indifferently, still expressionless.
"In that case, I'll have to personally visit the God Clan!" Ye Fan's gaze blazed, startling many Great Sages into retreating, trembling with fear.
"As you wish." The Divine Venerable remained calm.
Pang Bo laughed in anger, saying, "Still so tough. Do you want to fight with Little Leaf, or are you trying to show some backbone?"
"I've suppressed myself too much. I don't want to fight right now," the Divine Venerable said bluntly.
Everyone was stunned. Earlier, when he arrived riding the dragon-scaled carriage, how divine and awe-inspiring he was, making people wary, as if a supreme being had descended. People assumed he was the type who would rather die in battle than take a step back.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he expressed himself so bluntly, somewhat disappointing.
However, many saw that the Divine Venerable was very calm, without any emotional fluctuation, as if this had nothing to do with him.
"Don't want to fight? Then why aren't you running?" Black Emperor said maliciously, staring at his whole body, looking for treasures worth robbing.
"Why should I run? He's a quasi-emperor. I admit that even using every means, I can't cross a realm to defeat him. And I'll enter the quasi-emperor realm in at most a few years. Then I'll seek a fair battle." He said this very frankly.
Many were surprised, and some were moved. He truly wasn't affected at all. His dao heart was like stone, stable and still, unshaken by any wind from any direction.
This was truly a fearsome person!
A peer of the same generation who had become a quasi-emperor stood before him, yet he didn't care, still full of confidence.
Ye Fan smiled, very relaxed, walking forward, saying, "Some people I give the chance to fight in the future. But some people I don't like, and I don't mind killing them on the spot."
He said these words lightly, with a thick smile on his face, but it made everyone's scalp tingle, cold air shooting up their spines. Many regretted why they hadn't fled earlier. This was a demon star!
Bang!
Ye Fan gently brushed, but his finger force weighed ten thousand jun. The Divine Venerable was sent flying, blood at the corner of his mouth, his body shaking violently.
The crowd was horrified, shocked by Ye Fan's invincible methods. Even the Divine Venerable couldn't resist. And they were also surprised by the Divine Venerable's physical toughness. That was a quasi-emperor's strike, yet he wasn't shattered, didn't explode.
"You making Brother Haoyue suffer for centuries isn't much. But making a child lose his mother for so many years is unforgivable!" Ye Fan's voice turned cold. Everyone felt a killing intent.
The Divine Venerable stood up, his body straight, wiping the blood from his mouth, his face indifferent, saying nothing.
"Dao Brother, please stop!" Xin Lan showed fear, afraid Ye Fan would kill the Divine Venerable, rushing forward, saying, "Chengdao's mother is our own sister. My elder brother cherishes her most, never torturing her. He's just dissatisfied that Ji Haoyue refused to stay in the God Clan."
Ye Fan ignored her. His five fingers spread wide, forming a hurricane in that place. The Divine Venerable couldn't control himself, crashing over, pressed under Ye Fan's palm.
Everyone was greatly surprised. Didn't Ye Fan lose his dao? How did he create this black hurricane? Even after breaking the dao, he still had such means!
And this was the Divine Venerable, who had divine seal. It was hard to say who would win between him and Yin Tiande in a bloody fight! Yet now he was like a scarecrow, captured by Ye Fan.
The crowd was silent as cicadas in winter, feeling ice-cold all over, unable to say anything.
"Chengdao, how do you want to deal with him?" Ye Fan asked Xiao Chengdao.
"I... actually really want to beat him up." On ordinary days, Xiao Chengdao hated the Divine Venerable to the bone, wanting to cut him into a thousand pieces. But when the moment came to deal with him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Ye Fan smiled, saying, "Then beat him up."
He gently brushed. The Divine Venerable's blood froze, unable to move, standing stiffly upright.
Ji Chengdao stepped forward, circling around the Divine Venerable. This was a generation-defying figure on the Sole True Path. On ordinary days, who dared disrespect him? But today, he had lost his freedom.
"By reason, I should call you uncle. But you're too hateful. This punch is for my father!"
Bang! Ji Chengdao swung a fist as big as a sea bowl, smashing into the Divine Venerable's right eye, instantly turning it black and blue, becoming a panda eye.
Xin Lan covered her face, truly embarrassed to watch. A nephew beating his uncle—this was truly rare. And it didn't seem like a real fight, but mockery, making her feel hot-faced for the Divine Venerable.
"This punch is for my mother!"
Bang! The Divine Venerable's left eye couldn't escape either, getting a black eye. Two black-and-blue eyes were very symmetrical, like a reincarnated giant panda.
"I don't want to hit you myself. This is what my parents want to do to you. I'm acting on their behalf, so it's not disrespectful," Ji Chengdao said.
The crowd was dizzy. Clearly you wanted to hit your uncle yourself, yet you say it like that.
Ji Chengdao looked at the Divine Venerable's swollen panda eyes, laughed heartily, stepped back a few paces, examined him for a while, then stopped, not going too far.
The Divine Venerable's mouth twitched. He finally couldn't stay calm. He had been beaten into a black eye by his nephew!
Who was he? The God Clan's supreme being. From birth to now, he had never lost. His talent was unmatched in the world. Today, he was mocked by a little brat, beaten by his own nephew—truly infuriating.
The Divine Venerable wanted to roar. Back then, even someone as strong as Ji Haoyue was suppressed with a raise of his hand. But now his nephew had come and delivered such a counterattack.