Chapter 443: The Inheritor of the Ruthless Great Emperor
"Clang!"
That man, towering ten feet tall with a majestic and imposing build, possessed strength that could uproot mountains and an aura that overshadowed the world. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes were piercing, and as he swung his halberd, it tore through heaven and earth with unmatched valor!
Ye Fan resisted with his golden fists, causing the halberd to tremble repeatedly. The sound was like piercing metal and splitting stone, echoing across the sky.
"Boom!"
The purple-haired man descended like a demon god from the demon clan, his skin as crystalline as white jade, his eyes as terrifying as an abyss, occasionally flickering with purple light.
He controlled a nine-layered ancient tower, trapping Ye Fan beneath it. Continuously activating it, the bronze tower, imprinted with innate dao patterns, descended, nearly sucking Ye Fan inside several times.
"Thud!"
A bottomless pit appeared on the ground as the ancient tower crashed down, piercing the earth and absorbing endless soil and rock.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's heart tightened as he did his utmost to counter. He had already been drawn into the first layer of the ancient tower, his golden hands continuously tracing patterns.
"Boom!"
His left hand transformed into a golden heavenly stele, and his right hand into a golden millstone. Striking out simultaneously, he finally sent the weapon flying away.
He felt wary, unaware that others were horrified. Who would dare to bare-handedly resist a heavy weapon interwoven with the patterns of heaven and earth?
"The Sacred Body is too powerful. His physical form rivals heavy weapons, making him inherently invincible. Among his peers, how many can wound him?"
"To deal with him, one must suppress him with overwhelming magical power and slowly refine him. Otherwise, it's easy to suffer a great loss!"
Many cultivators had gathered in the distance, all murmuring among themselves. Such a fierce battle in the dead of night could be heard for dozens of miles. As long as one was in the Yan Capital, it was impossible not to hear it.
At this moment, Ye Fan's greatest concern was the woman holding the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar. Not only did she possess the jar's body, but she also had its lid, both of which had already interwoven dao and principles.
Legend had it that the most terrifying part of the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar was its lid, forged from the skull of the Ruthless Great Emperor's own shed imperial body, possessing unimaginable power.
Even if it were an imitation, it was likely more terrifying than the jar's body. Ye Fan had been on guard, but the beautiful woman had not yet used it—a form of intangible deterrence.
These three individuals had mysterious origins, each a formidable enemy comparable to the holy sons. Yet he had never heard of them before, which truly shook him.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, a golden light shot out from Ye Fan's brow. The small golden lake within, like a miniature sun, surged forth a golden tripod condensed from divine consciousness.
His spiritual power was incredibly strong, well-known among the younger generation. When that small golden lake transformed into a three-legged tripod, everyone's expression changed.
Even the three powerful enemies showed shock, their brows flickering with light as heavy treasures emerged to block the front.
"Heh!"
The clear-voiced woman snorted coldly, suddenly turning her hand to sacrifice the lid of the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar, pressing it toward the golden tripod.
Ye Fan felt a sharp pain in his brow as the golden tripod was nearly drawn into the demon lid. On it was a ghost-face imprint, seemingly laughing and crying at the same time, eerily strange.
"Hehe... haha..."
Terrifying laughter echoed, the scene ahead dark and dreadful, as if the number one ruthless person under heaven stood smirking from the ancient past, transmitted through time and space.
Then came an even more arrogant laugh, as if it could trample all celestial beings underfoot, the most conceited demonic sound under heaven.
Even someone as strong as Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine. This was merely an imitation—had it even replicated this demonic sound?
Was this the voice of that supreme ruthless person? Fortunately, it was just an imitation, with only the sound and none of the power to annihilate the world. Otherwise, it would have been a great calamity, and the Yan Capital would not have been spared!
Even so, Ye Fan's golden tripod was nearly absorbed, rapidly dimming. He let out a soft shout, and a brilliant golden light burst from his brow.
The golden tripod transformed into a streak of light, sweeping toward the three. They hurriedly defended, afraid of being touched, knowing this was one of Ye Fan's trump cards.
"Boom!"
At the same time, the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar vibrated. The woman flipped her hand, aiming it at Ye Fan, and shot out a mysterious beam of light.
This was a black light that devoured everything. Additionally, dao patterns cascaded down like threads, forming a curtain of heaven that shredded all.
"Ah..."
Ye Fan was unharmed, but people in the distance fell to the ground screaming. A large group was affected, blood seeping from their brows. This demon lid possessed immense power.
Moreover, at that moment, the ghost-face imprint on the lid of the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar seemed to come alive, crying and laughing. Ye Fan's heart pounded violently.
Chaos Azure Lotus!
He manifested his divine phenomenon, intending to suppress all three at once, but his main target was the Devouring Demon Jar. This artifact was too sinister; who knew what other powers it had yet to reveal?
He didn't want to deal with them one by one. Taking the initiative, he sought to capture and kill all three together. Chaotic mist swirled as the golden tripod returned to his brow.
Ye Fan moved, and the azure lotus appeared beside him, taking root in the void like a great dao scripture. Its three leaves swayed gently, reviving all things, as if the world had returned to its primordial state.
"Hum!"
Ye Fan's hands moved, and between his golden palms appeared a yin-yang dao diagram. His left hand held the yin diagram, his right the yang diagram, like the sun and moon moving together.
The aura of the primordial world's creation spread. Ye Fan's golden hands transformed into the yin-yang diagram, intending to cover the three beneath it.
Clearly, they knew the danger and dared not enter the range of the divine phenomenon, all retreating decisively.
"Clang!"
The majestic man wielding the halberd was sent flying, his large weapon shaking violently.
If it had been any other weapon, it would have turned to powder, unable to withstand a single strike from the yin-yang diagram!
"Boom!"
The nine-layered ancient tower, like a mountain, was sent flying by Ye Fan's right hand's yang diagram, turning into a streak of light like a comet, disappearing into the horizon.
Only the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar was terrifying. Even as a weak imitation, it displayed unpredictable power, forged from a star!" some senior figures exclaimed in shock.
"Ye Fan, what are you doing? Senior Brother Hua gave you the Nine-Orifice Spirit Pill to save your life. How can you repay kindness with enmity?" Li Xiaoman's face changed color.
"He..." Ye Fan smiled contemptuously, not caring at all. He strode forward, still with the might of thunder, intent on killing Hua Yunfei. He approached like an ancient god, making heaven and earth tremble.