# Chapter 1667: Overwhelmingly Powerful
Ye Fan successfully crossed his tribulation. He had broken the cage of his body, allowing his techniques and dao to surge forth together, shattering the shackles and truly completing his transformation!
He was like a humanoid tyrannosaur emerging into the world, his terrifying aura sweeping across heaven and earth. The moment he made his move, he suppressed two children of ancient emperors beneath him. Though they were still resisting, it appeared as though one was being stepped on by his foot while the other was being bent over by his great hand. This scene, this spectacle, stunned the crowd.
After so many years, such a person had appeared again—so powerful that it made people's blood surge and tremble along with him. Was this the true rise of the Sacred Body Ye Fan? The path of true return!
Too domineering! Stepping on an ancient emperor's daughter with his foot, shaking the son of a forbidden zone with his fist—when had such a sight ever been seen?
The blood of many people boiled along with him!
Ye Fan had severed his restraints, shattered all the chains of order, and broken open the shackles of his body. The moment he recovered, he was already this overwhelmingly powerful, shaking people's hearts. It was as if a demon lord had returned against the heavens, with none able to resist him.
"Master!" Huahua clenched his fists, his blood surging as he shouted excitedly, thrilled and happy for his master. After more than three hundred years of suffering, he had finally forged an invincible body.
"Good! Finally broken through, no more hidden dangers! Let's see who dares to cause trouble now—I'll kill them all clean!" Li Heishui also shouted, fiercely waving his fist.
Li Tian, Dongfang Ye, and the others also roared with excitement, feeling their blood boil. That figure seemed to be them, standing in the starry sky, suppressing the bloodline of ancient emperors.
Ye Fan had finally broken through, having endured too much suffering. On this day, his heavenly art was accomplished. Many people knew that no one could stop his steps any longer.
This time announced his true rise, telling the world that the one who had once swept across the Stellar Ancient Path had returned. Many great enemies would begin to tremble!
"Ah..." Shen Ming roared, his fists shaking as he fiercely struck upward at that great hand in the sky. He forcibly straightened his back, refusing to let himself kneel.
He was filled with unwillingness. That hand had actually pressed him down, nearly making him fall and submit to the ground. This was a tremendous humiliation. Who was he? A son of a forbidden zone, a descendant of an ancient supreme being. He should be the one to awe the world!
"Crack!"
However, though he struggled, his bones creaked and groaned, as if about to snap. One could imagine how terrifying the fist pressing down above his head was.
This filled him with even more humiliation—to be in such a posture, with overwhelming power pressing down on him, making it hard to lift his head. The other party was suppressing him with invincible force!
What kind of person could be so transcendent, standing above the heavens, casually pressing down with a single fist to make him fall? Unforgivable! His blood and bones trembled with rage!
But even more humiliated than him was the Golden Heavenly Maiden. She was being stepped on by a foot wreathed in dazzling golden light, her entire body shaking violently. If not for her arms exerting force and unleashing shocking ancient emperor secret techniques, she would certainly have been unable to bear it.
This posture, this result, made her golden blood boil violently. Never had a child of an emperor been so subjugated. Her eyes were as sharp as heavenly swords, her golden pupils shooting out beams of light.
She was doing her utmost to counterattack. Ten thousand golden runes flickered, and all the gods descended, attacking upward together, wanting to destroy that figure like a heavenly god.
The Golden Heavenly Maiden felt even more humiliated than Shen Ming. She was a dignified heavenly maiden, the focus of all attention, honored by all directions, the most brilliant pearl in the world. When had she ever suffered such treatment?
But now everything had been rewritten. A single person was so powerful that he could lift his foot and step on her from above.
"Rise for me!"
Shen Ming roared. Ten thousand beasts howled. Around him, the strongest bloodline ancient beasts from the mythological era stirred, making him the god of ten thousand beasts, resisting Ye Fan's fist.
Boom!
Finally, he broke free.
At the same time, the Dragon Maiden also activated the descent of all gods. Beings like the Sun God stepped out of the void, shining with immortality, helping her escape.
Ye Fan did not block them. Instead, his face was cold. He shook his arms, shattering the last of the dharma chains in the void. Then he punched toward the sky, where a phantom realm of the Immortal Domain was enveloping him.
This strike surpassed people's understanding. The thunderous light in the void directly disappeared, and then with a boom, the sky collapsed and the earth sank.
The heavenly tribulation ended!
Originally, the thunderous light of this tribulation would have gradually faded away. But now, had Ye Fan punched it out of existence? He had directly struck it back, showing great disrespect to the heavens above.
Without the thunder, this place was very quiet. The stars had long been destroyed, leaving only darkness and nothingness, along with a few people facing off.
"You want to kill me that badly?" Ye Fan's eyes moved, sweeping over each person. The Divine Tiger, Dragon Maiden, Golden Heavenly Maiden, and Shen Ming—all four had solemn expressions.
"Master, the Dragon Maiden destroyed several of our resource stars." Huahua said indignantly from the distant sky.
"That's right, just like this with a single finger." The Dragon Maiden's eyes were cold as she extended a finger and pointed. The void split open, and the scene from not long ago reappeared. A great star was crushed directly by that enlarged finger!
"And a few more, just like this. Does it hurt?" The Dragon Maiden sneered, pressing her finger down. Several more great stars exploded. Clearly, there were still some cultivators on them who hadn't retreated, dying tragically.
"And Shen Ming and the others." Li Tian shouted.
Shen Ming sneered, raising his hand. The void split open. Before him, an ancient path broke apart, with blood splattering. The scenes of the past were so real, shocking to the eye.
The might of a quasi-emperor was fully displayed!
"No need to say more. I only killed a group of heavenly soldiers and generals. Weak as ants, unworthy of that name." The Golden Heavenly Maiden said herself. Before her, a patch of blood mist spread out, and some figures appeared, carrying anger and unwillingness.
"Are you trying to anger me? You won't disturb my heart. Doing so will only make you die faster!" Ye Fan said calmly.
Having experienced great joys and great sorrows, though there was anger in his heart, his dao heart remained unmoved. His combat power soared to a terrifying height. The blood in his body roared like a tsunami, shaking the starry sky.
"Who will kill whom is still uncertain!" Shen Ming said coldly. Having felt too much humiliation just now, the battle intent and pride in his bones surged to an extreme. He wanted to use all forbidden means to kill Ye Fan.
"You—are not worthy!" Ye Fan directly shook his head, like a deity in the heavens looking down on them.
This feeling was very unpleasant. When had anyone ever looked down on them like this? Shen Ming and the Golden Heavenly Maiden's expressions grew even colder as they mobilized their entire essence, energy, and spirit for a decisive battle.
"Ye Fan, don't hog them all. Let's split them half and half. You kill two, I kill two." The Holy Prince walked over, carrying the radiant black immortal iron staff, his golden fur sparkling and translucent.
The Divine Tiger, Golden Heavenly Maiden, and the other two's expressions grew even colder upon hearing this. Not to mention their identities, just in terms of realm, they were quasi-emperors. To be so contemptuously dismissed was too arrogant.
"Brother Monkey, you can't say that. These people all came for me. I need to deal with them myself!" Ye Fan said.
As soon as these words were spoken, Shen Ming, the Golden Heavenly Maiden, and the others' faces grew even darker. What did they take them for? Something to be killed at will? They were actually arguing over who would get to fight them. This was unbearable!
"Boom!"
The Dragon Maiden struck. The Ten Thousand Dragon Bell in her hand blazed with light, transforming into an angry dragon. Each segment was a purple-golden bell, rumbling and buzzing in heaven and earth.
Ten thousand bell waves gathered into a single beam of light, killing toward Ye Fan. The sky was collapsing, chaos was being born, and everything was being destroyed.
With a single thought from Ye Fan, the Stride Art activated, reaching its peak. Time seemed to stop, or even reverse, as the power of time became chaotic.
He instantly shifted tens of thousands of miles, evading this lethal strike.
"Catch!" The Holy Prince, in perfect tacit understanding with him, had already prepared the Chaos Azure Lotus and sent it flying into Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan held the azure lotus and moved. No one here could block his path anymore. Above his head hung the Primordial Qi Cauldron, while in his hand, green light flickered. A single plant with three leaves gave birth to all things, as if a heavenly venerable had been reborn.
Boom!
The great battle began. Ye Fan charged straight at the Dragon Maiden, unafraid of imperial dao artifacts, shattering all the ripples.
"This..." The watching crowd drew in cold breaths. Though they had heard of it before, seeing with their own eyes someone able to block extreme dao laws still made their hearts tremble.
"Boom!"
The weapon forged from Divine Scar Purple Gold came to life. Imperial dao power boiled. The great bells linked together into a dragon's body, each segment pulsing, the bell sounds deafening.
This naturally made the azure lotus tremble as well, feeling the strain as it barely managed to resolve the impact of supreme being laws. The Demon Emperor's dao fruit was blooming!
Shen Ming and the Golden Heavenly Maiden also charged in. The purple-gold imperial dao artifact would not harm them, while the azure lotus could only passively defend, allowing them to enter the battlefield and join the fight.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan changed direction, instantly shifting his primary target, and directly attacked Shen Ming and the Golden Heavenly Maiden.
"Roar..."
From afar came a furious roar. The Holy Prince had struck first. He swung his staff down, killing the Divine Tiger of the Sacred Spirit clan. A quasi-emperor fell here.
The crowd shuddered. This monkey was too powerful. So decisively, he had smashed the Divine Tiger into a bloody mist, with stones and flesh splattering together, shocking the soul.
Having dealt with his opponent, the Holy Prince walked over, carrying his immortal iron staff, and confronted the Dragon Maiden, mainly to guard against any forbidden ancient emperor techniques she might have.
"Ah..."
Shen Ming roared in fury, encountering great trouble. The Ten Thousand Beast Immortal Swords were useless, unable to strike Ye Fan at all. The other party was too fast.
What made him most despairing was that when the other party finally stopped using the Stride Art and stood there, using his true body to fight head-on, he directly shattered the ten thousand beast swords, leaving Shen Ming feeling as if struck by lightning.
The Golden Heavenly Maiden was also attacking, but she couldn't keep up with Ye Fan's pace, unable to form a pincer attack. It was as if she was two steps behind, all her efforts in vain.
"Ten Thousand Dao Furnace!"
Shen Ming shouted. From the crown of his head rushed out a black fire furnace, spewing immortal light. Then the furnace body flowed with crystalline luster. On it, neither more nor less, were exactly ten thousand dao symbols, all shining brightly.
This was his dao furnace, which would accompany him throughout his life. It was his tool for achieving the dao, consuming a vast amount of his divine power, nourished with his essence blood into a quasi-emperor artifact.
"Buzz"
The cauldron above Ye Fan's head flew out, collapsing space, crushing all things, and instantly charged over.
Shen Ming's face twisted as he used all his strength. The dao furnace melted the ten thousand daos of heaven and earth, emitting endless light, along with the fragments of his life's techniques and dao, all erupting forth.
But when the Primordial Qi Cauldron pressed down, his ten thousand dao runes began to shatter, unable to withstand it. Strands of mother qi hung down, pressing down until his furnace was about to crack.
Shen Ming's expression changed. His own dao-melting artifact was inferior to the other's, on the verge of being destroyed at any moment. This filled him with rage and unwillingness.
He hastily withdrew his black divine furnace, avoiding the edge of the Primordial Qi Cauldron. He knew that there was probably no quasi-emperor artifact in this world that could clash head-on with this cauldron.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan followed. He was too fast. Techniques and dao surged together within his physical body, bringing him to a perfect state. His combat power soared, unleashing unparalleled deterrence.
He was at close range in a single step! When powerful experts clashed, when quasi-emperors dueled, this place boomed. All things were destroyed. Everything was obliterated, leaving only chaos surging as heaven and earth were created anew.
They fought fiercely. The flowing light they emitted flew into other star domains, directly dimming entire patches of stars. This was an invincible momentum.
"Crack"
In the midst of battle, Shen Ming was forced to use his dao furnace to protect his body, because otherwise, Ye Fan's fist would have struck him directly. The sound of shattering came. His heart ached sharply, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His own dao was severely damaged.
Because the black divine furnace had been shattered by Ye Fan's fist, containing his techniques and dao within.
To raise his hand and destroy the quasi-emperor artifact of a forbidden zone's son—what kind of momentum was this? This was no ordinary divine weapon; it had once been acknowledged by the supreme beings of the Immortal Mound.
"Ah..."
Shen Ming screamed, but he couldn't change anything. Moreover, he found himself in an extremely dangerous state.
Ye Fan activated his divine phenomenon, instantly sealing the universe, imprisoning this space. Shen Ming could no longer move.
"Puff"
There was no reasoning to be had, no mercy to be shown. Ye Fan stepped forward, like an Immortal King descending to the mortal world. His entire body glowed, his black hair flying. He arrived before Shen Ming and with a puff, tore him in half, staining heaven and earth with blood.
"I am unwilling!" Shen Ming's body was torn in two. A golden figure the size of a fist rushed up from his head, crying out in pain, his words filled with sorrow.
He was a true child of heaven. In ancient times, he had already campaigned across the world. During the dark turmoil more than a hundred thousand years ago, his figure had appeared, using it to temper himself. Later, he was sealed by his elders. He had grown up amidst blood and fire.
He had never encountered anyone of the same level who could overpower him. But today, he was so humiliated—actually being split alive, his body torn in two. It was as if they weren't even in the same realm.
The other party was so young, his cultivation time certainly no longer than Shen Ming's, yet so overwhelmingly powerful. With a raise of his hand, he had killed this peerless heavenly prodigy from a Forbidden Zone of Life.
The two halves of the blood-stained corpse fell, shocking to the eye. It sent a cold sweat down the backs of all the powerful figures who had come from across the universe. Too powerful! A quasi-emperor, and he had met his end like this.
A figure like a god or demon stood between the two halves of the body, stepping on blood. His eyes were like lightning, his black hair thick, looking down on the world. That overwhelming aura made everyone's hearts tremble.
Shen Ming's primordial spirit rushed up, but it couldn't escape this divine domain. This was Ye Fan's divine phenomenon, like a piece of the Immortal Domain. Above, various great cosmic stars rotated. Below, countless living beings roared in the primal chaos realm.
Ye Fan was like an immortal lord patrolling, looking down on his subjects. And Shen Ming suddenly felt that he was laughable—as insignificant as an ant!