Chapter 415: Sacred Body's Four Extremes Battle
Many of the younger generation pressed forward, layer upon layer of killing intent surging like waves, because people knew that if they missed tonight, the difficulty of fighting the Sacred Body would skyrocket.
The Sacred Body had just been completed and was not yet stable. Many saw this point. If they allowed him to continue breaking through, few among the younger generation would dare to face him head-on.
The moon was very bright, like a large silver plate hanging in the night sky. Soft moonlight scattered down, and the Divine City seemed to be covered in a layer of gauze, pure white and hazy.
Ye Fan stood in the void. Among the many young powerhouses ahead, he did not recognize most of them, but his focus was on Golden Wing Little Peng King and Xia Jiuyou.
These two were top figures of the younger generation, having crossed paths with him several times before. A great battle had long been destined, and now they finally met again.
Ye Fan was slightly surprised that Holy Son Yao Guang did not step forward. He remained calm and composed, showing no intention of making a move.
He was shrouded in holy light, with one hundred and eight divine rings encircling his body, outshining even the divine moon in the sky. He stood motionless like a deity under the moonlight.
"Young master, don't go over first!" Two gray-clad old men firmly grasped Xia Jiuyou's arms.
On the other side, Old Peng King also appeared, placing a hand on Golden Wing Peng King's shoulder, making it impossible for him to move.
"I will fight you!" A yellow-clad man stepped forward. He appeared to be in his twenties, with a sturdy body like an iron stake, his skin gleaming with metallic luster.
"Who are you?" Ye Fan asked.
"I have nothing to say to you. Let me see just how strong the Sacred Body really is. Don't accidentally get crushed by me right after breaking the curse!"
The yellow-clad man spoke harshly with a cold sneer, quite disrespectful, but he was very cautious, standing far away and not coming closer.
Not long ago, everyone had witnessed Ye Fan's resistance against the heavenly tribulation. His physical strength and terrifying power left people deeply shaken. Engaging him in close combat was definitely suicide.
Ye Fan said no more. He took a step in the void, and with each step, he flickered in and out of existence. This footwork, nearly shrinking the earth into inches, startled many.
The yellow-clad young man did not let him approach. He struck decisively, unleashing five-colored radiance like a beautiful fireworks display, brilliant and magnificent, illuminating the entire night sky.
Of course, what was even more shocking was the energy fluctuation. This was a "forbidden artifact," extremely dangerous, possessing incredible power.
There were many types of forbidden artifacts, most of which could only be used a few times before being destroyed and consumed, but they had immense killing power.
The yellow-clad man's attack was clearly not for a true duel but to rely on the forbidden artifact to erase Ye Fan, making him disappear from the world.
The colorful light, like fireworks, turned into a demonic multicolored cloud, covering the sky and rushing toward Ye Fan, engulfing him from below.
"Using a forbidden artifact to kill someone is truly vicious..."
"Someone must have instructed him; otherwise, how could he possibly have a forbidden artifact?"
Many onlookers felt it was excessive. This was not a fair duel at all. The man had clearly come specifically to kill Ye Fan.
"Swish"
Ye Fan vanished from his spot instantly, like floating light or a fleeting shadow, appearing before the yellow-clad man in a flicker and throwing a punch.
"You..." The yellow-clad young man was shocked.
No one expected Ye Fan to be so fast. Behind him, the stars and moon dimmed, and the dazzling five-colored clouds buried that void, unleashing a destructive aura.
But all of this was useless because Ye Fan was no longer there; he had already killed his way to the yellow-clad man's side.
"Crack!"
Various lights flashed, and over a dozen weapons flew out, but they were all shattered into pieces by Ye Fan's golden fist in an instant, unable to stop him even half a step.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan's golden finger swept across like a peerless sharp blade, splitting the yellow-clad man in two. He rushed through the middle, blood spraying everywhere.
Killed in one blow!
The yellow-clad man was a Four Extremes powerhouse, but he had no power to resist, torn apart by Ye Fan as easily as a scroll painting.
Ye Fan's clothes were unstained by blood. He didn't even look back. His gaze was sharp as he swept his eyes over the many young powerhouses ahead.
"Who else is coming!"
Many of the younger generation changed color, falling silent. Even many senior figures were moved. The Sacred Body's initial completion with such power was very ominous.
"I'll meet you!"
A green-clad man strode forward, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. This was a cultivator at the fourth level of the Four Extremes, nearly at great completion, about to enter the next major secret realm.
"Clang"
A flash of light on his body, and a cold silver battle armor appeared, covering him tightly, gleaming with silver light. This was a precious armor, flowing with the rhythm of the Dao.
"This is... a Saint Lord-rank battle armor!"
Many were surprised. The silver battle armor was interwoven with the laws of heaven and earth, carrying the aura of the Dao, making the man seem ethereal, giving a feeling of Dao following nature and unity between heaven and man.
"Who is this person? How does he have a Saint Lord-rank battle armor?"
"This is a young powerhouse from the Central Province. I saw him come from behind those great figures of the Hundred Schools of Thought!"
The crowd was shocked. This was definitely a young powerhouse, perhaps the first major enemy Ye Fan would face after his Sacred Body's initial completion, far more terrifying than the one who relied on the forbidden artifact earlier.
"Gu Mingdao of the Central Province." The man announced his name.
This powerhouse from the Central Province had only his eyes exposed, shining with divine light. The Saint Lord-rank battle armor flowed with silver radiance, covering his entire body, as if united with the Dao.
In his hand, he held a purple-gold lamp, shooting out beams of purple mist. Ten thousand auspicious rays cascaded down, making him look like a deity.
Undoubtedly, this purple-gold lamp was also a Saint Lord-rank weapon, containing divine patterns, refined ten thousand times to become sentient, possessing great killing power.
Without many words, Gu Mingdao struck. The purple-gold lamp in his hand shot out a blazing purple light, illuminating the entire night sky, dazzling and brilliant.
Ye Fan's fingertip caught a small sword an inch long. With a gentle shake, it grew with the wind, instantly expanding.
The Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword turned into ten zhang in length, thick and heavy. The black sword body was imprinted with dragon patterns, as if embodying the will of heaven and earth.
As soon as this sword appeared, everyone gasped. Its origin was great, cut from a nine-orifice stone man, a small sacred object.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan swung the ten-zhang great sword, collapsing the void, and struck the brilliant purple light, shattering it on the spot. This single blow carried the power of ten thousand armies.
"Bang," "Bang..."
Ye Fan held the black great sword, slanting it toward the southern sky, stepping forward step by step in the void, making the heavens tremble. His footsteps were like the divine drums of the Heavenly Court beating.
With each step, someone's body shook. There was a mysterious Dao force, as if stepping on people's hearts. Many quickly retreated, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
"Is the Sacred Body this powerful?" Many were stunned.
"No wonder the Four Extremes great completion young expert from the Central Province had to wear a Saint Lord battle armor to step forward..." People couldn't help but be shocked.
"Boom!"
The purple-gold lamp in Gu Mingdao's hand flew up, fixing itself in the sky like a purple sun, hanging down tens of thousands of auspicious rays, purple mist shooting into the sky.
Each auspicious ray was like a great waterfall, with ten thousand falling simultaneously. This was a magnificent and shocking scene, rumbling loudly, purple mist surging to the sky, like ten thousand purple great dragons connecting heaven and earth, dancing wildly.
Ye Fan was at the center, baptized by ten thousand "great waterfalls," trapped by ten thousand "great dragons." The purple-gold lamp's Dao power was boundless, transforming into destructive light to refine Ye Fan.
"This is a Four Extremes great completion cultivator wielding a Saint Lord-rank weapon—too terrifying!" Many were stunned.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the heavens and earth shook. A green lotus appeared beside Ye Fan, with only three leaves but carrying the meaning of the Dao giving birth to all things. With a gentle shake, it instantly fixed everything.
"Chaos Giving Birth to a Green Lotus!"
"The Sacred Body has manifested a divine phenomenon—one of the most terrifying powers of ancient times!"
Many exclaimed, showing shock.
Ye Fan walked like a deity through the great waterfalls descending from the sky, his steps unhurried, holding the black great sword as he pressed forward step by step.
His footsteps never stopped, the rhythm never changing. Even a Saint Lord-rank weapon could not stop him.
Gu Mingdao's expression changed. He wanted to retrieve the purple-gold lamp, but he couldn't. He had to continue channeling divine power to refine Ye Fan with the lamp.
However, all of this was useless. The Chaos Giving Birth to a Green Lotus divine phenomenon was extremely terrifying, completely fixing the divine lamp. Within a zhang of Ye Fan, no laws could invade, and nothing could touch him.
The ten thousand purple great waterfalls connecting heaven and earth were treated as nothing by him, passing through as if entering an uninhabited land.
Gu Mingdao continuously retreated, but he couldn't escape. Ye Fan arrived in an instant, wielding the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword to strike down!
Gu Mingdao had no way to avoid it. A silver ancient shield appeared before his arm, blocking the high sky. The black great sword was heavy as a mountain, pressing down with force.
"Clang!"
A loud sound shook the heavens, splitting eardrums. This was the divine power of ten thousand jun!
Gu Mingdao, wearing the Saint Lord-rank battle armor and defending with an ancient shield interwoven with Dao and principles, was still sent flying into the high sky. One could imagine how immense the force was.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, the purple-gold lamp shook, breaking free from its restraints and flying into Gu Mingdao's hands.
Ye Fan glanced into the distant sky but said nothing. He knew a great figure in the shadows had acted, freeing the lamp from its bindings.
He stepped forward step by step, the black great sword pointing at Gu Mingdao, heavy as a mountain, as if it could split this world.
"Buzz"
This void trembled. Ye Fan swung the Holy Spirit Sword, killing with the momentum of sweeping through a thousand armies. The great sword cut through the sky, emitting a terrifying demonic sound.
"Clang!"
Gu Mingdao countered with the purple-gold lamp, divine flames surging, the night sky turning purple, but still unable to stop Ye Fan's advance. He had peerless sharpness, divine bravery that could not be blocked.
"Clang," "Zheng..."
Ye Fan continuously swung the black holy sword. He was like an ancient war god reborn, black hair dancing wildly, eyes sharp, white clothes fluttering, overpowering Gu Mingdao.
His body was coated in a layer of golden light. He swung the black dragon-pattern blackgold sword thirteen times in total. Even with Gu Mingdao protected by the Saint Lord battle armor, he was shaken until he coughed up blood.
Everyone was stunned. Even weapons interwoven with Dao and principles couldn't stop Ye Fan. How could they fight him?
Gu Mingdao himself was strong enough, wearing a Saint Lord battle armor and wielding a Saint Lord battle weapon, yet he was still no match, nearly shaken to death by Ye Fan.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's final sword strike sent Gu Mingdao flying five hundred zhang away, blood staining the sky. He was utterly unable to resist, falling into the dust.
"Swish"
A purple streak appeared, rolling him up and disappearing into the distant sky.
"Who else wants to fight?" Ye Fan scanned the front.
Everyone's hearts were shaken. The Sacred Body had just been completed, newly entering the Four Extremes secret realm, yet already possessing such combat power, able to dominate the younger generation!
Many fell silent. Numerous cultivators looked toward the various holy sons and holy maidens. Only they could come out to fight now; no one else among the younger generation could contend.
Holy Son Yao Guang, the Divine King Physique of the Ji Family, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, Yao Xi, the Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion, and others had unchanged expressions, but no one knew what they were thinking.
Only An Miaoyi smiled lightly. Seeing Ye Fan's combat power, her smile toppled cities, her peerless elegance calm and composed, radiating boundless charm.
"Let me go!" Xia Jiuyou's voice came, shouting at the two gray-clad old men. His brow emitted seven-colored divine light.
"Young master, wait until you reach the next realm before fighting him. It's not too late." The two gray-clad old men advised.
"If I rise another realm, I won't be in the Four Extremes anymore. What fun would it be to kill him then?" Xia Jiuyou's arrogance soared to the sky.
Everyone was speechless. The Sacred Body had shown such terrifying combat power, yet someone still dared to speak like this?!
But when they saw it was him, they all understood. This was a youth rising like a comet, a rare and unparalleled genius throughout the ages.
Only thirteen or fourteen years old, yet already at Four Extremes great completion, about to advance to the next secret realm. How many in the world could match that?!
"Young master!" The two gray-clad old men broke out in a cold sweat.
"Step back. Who is the master, and who is the servant?" Xia Jiuyou coldly shouted. Though his lips were red and his teeth white, extremely beautiful, he also had a compelling aura.
Ye Fan carried the great sword on his back, standing in the void, calmly watching everything, his expression indifferent.
In the end, Xia Jiuyou walked forward. The two gray-clad old men could not stop him. He was extremely confident, slowly pacing through the air.
"You've finally broken the curse. The Sacred Body is initially complete. Now you can provide sacred blood for me to refine medicine!" Xia Jiuyou, as in the past, regarded Ye Fan as prey, completely unconcerned about his entry into the Four Extremes.
"You want to use me to refine medicine? Do you have the ability?" Ye Fan was not angry, calmly staring at this opponent who was beautiful almost to the point of being monstrous.
"What does it matter if you've broken the curse? In the glorious era before the ancient times when many kings rose together, even a great completion Sacred Body couldn't be the best under heaven. There was never a lack of powerful enemies to contend with!" Xia Jiuyou sneered repeatedly, his red lips and white teeth flashing with crystal luster. "I will ruthlessly defeat you, take you as my eternal servant, and make you understand what it means to be the best under heaven!"
"If you lose, will you become my servant?" Ye Fan stepped forward. Each step fell like a war drum rumbling, shaking heaven and earth.
"I am the best under heaven. Whether in physique or cultivation, I can overpower you." Xia Jiuyou approached, his hair flying, making him look ethereal and transcendent. "Provide sacred blood for life as my servant!"
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan struck. With someone like this, words were useless. Only by overpowering him could everything be resolved.
"That is... the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens!"
"One of the most terrifying divine phenomena of ancient times!"
The crowd exclaimed, all extremely tense.
Ye Fan manifested a divine phenomenon, transforming into another version of himself, sitting high in the nine heavens, surrounded by Mysterious Yellow Qi, like an immortal overlooking the mortal world!
This divine phenomenon's Immortal King form reached out a great hand to grab Xia Jiuyou.
Suddenly, a region of heaven and earth was cut off. Xia Jiuyou seemed to stand in another starry sky, his expression solemn as he confronted the Immortal King. Melodious music began to play.
"This is... the Jiuyou Immortal Melody!"
"What? Is he of the same physique as Gai Jiuyou? This is a terrifying Dao sound that rivals the Divine Prelude!"
Eight thousand years ago, the Central Province produced a Gai Jiuyou, who almost became a Great Emperor, invincible under heaven. Legend has it that he sat in meditation and passed away in the Eastern Wasteland.
Many knew this, instantly connecting it to that invincible figure.