# Chapter 598: The Ancient Emperor’s Younger Brother
The Holy Son of Yin and Yang coughed up blood. A large foot pressed against his chest, nearly crushing his body. What greater humiliation could there be? The moment he made his move, he was directly stomped from the sky down to the ground.
His gaze was dark and sinister, but he could not utter a single word. He knew his position as Holy Son was finished, and even his life was likely forfeit. Though he wished he could slice Ye Fan into a thousand pieces, he could only think about it in his heart and grit his teeth.
"Stop!"
A total of eighteen Holy Son-level figures had followed. Some shouted out, offering up their magical artifacts to strike forward. One of them shook a purple jade bell, sending a purple phoenix flying out to attack.
Ye Fan pressed his fingers together like a blade and stabbed toward the sky. With a soft *pu* sound, the purple phoenix turned to ash. Then he struck out repeatedly, shattering eight magical artifacts, which turned into eight streams of light that vanished in the air.
Silently, a tall figure flew over from the distant mountain range, reaching out a large hand to strike down.
"Boom!"
Laws interwove, Dao power surged. One hand covered the sky. Below, the cliffs *bang bang bang* sounded incessantly as eight of them collapsed in succession.
The large hand was pitch-black like ink, covering the sky like a dark cloud, casting Ye Fan in shadow. The ground beneath sank more than ten zhang, crushed by human force into a deep valley.
"Rumble rumble..."
Rocks pierced the sky. The eighteen outstanding talents all retreated at the first moment, afraid of being caught up in it. A Great Power had made a move.
Ye Fan grabbed the Holy Son of Yin and Yang and leaped three thousand zhang, then crossed another five thousand meters. After a few flashes, he appeared in the distant sky and saw a green-robed old man. It was a Supreme Elder of the Yin and Yang Sect.
"You're finished. Don't laugh, or I'll suppress you, young master!" The nine-year-old boy was quite arrogant, pointing at Ye Fan.
"A little brat, go home and drink your milk. I don't have time to babysit." Ye Fan's words were somewhat venomous.
Beside them, the other seventeen almost laughed out loud but held it in. They knew well that this child's background was terrifying, and they dared not offend him.
"Sacred Body, you dare disrespect me? Come over, kowtow, and apologize, and I'll spare your life!" The nine-year-old boy Wang Chong shouted, standing on a mountain rock with his head held high.
Ye Fan had never seen such an arrogant child. He was stunned for a moment. This boy was even more arrogant than Golden Wing Little Peng King, even more domineering than Xia Jiuyou.
"Little brat, your family has really spoiled you. Today I'll discipline you on their behalf and spank your butt until it's in sixteen pieces."
"Ye Zhetian, you're finished. You've angered me. No one in this world can save you!" The boy Wang Chong said coldly, his ruthless expression somewhat mismatched with his age.
He leaped a hundred zhang into the sky. When the others saw he was about to make a move, they all dodged to the side, filled with apprehension.
Wang Chong formed dragon seals with both hands, and like a true dragon, he let out a dragon roar that shook the nine heavens. Nine azure dragons materialized, shaking their heads and tails, ferocious and wild, pouncing toward Ye Fan.
"Bang," "Bang"...
Ye Fan struck out nine palms. Each palm radiated golden light ten thousand zhang wide. Golden blood energy surged like an ancient volcano erupting, causing everyone else's faces to change color.
However, the nine golden great handprints in the void did not scatter the nine dragons. Azure dragon scales glittered, their dragon bodies powerful, like steel great walls rolling down.
"Whoosh..."
Gale winds blasted their faces. The nine azure dragons were vigorous and powerful, leaping hundreds and thousands of zhang. Some extended their claws, splitting mountain cliffs. Others opened bloody mouths, swallowing entire mountain peaks. Still others swung their dragon tails, *bang* collapsing an entire mountain range.
Ye Fan was startled as he fought against the nine azure dragons. He had not expected this nine-year-old boy to be so powerful, far surpassing ordinary Holy Sons.
At such an age, this child had reached the Fourth Transformation of Dragon Transformation, and he was many times stronger than others at the same level. He could definitely kill someone at the Ninth Transformation of Dragon Transformation.
Ye Fan was amazed. No wonder he was called a prodigy. How old was he? His heaven-gifted talent far surpassed those geniuses. There was simply no comparison.
"Roar..."
Dragon cries stirred the blue sky. The nine azure dragons had flesh and blood, their aura strong. With one claw, they crushed a mountain peak, causing those nearby to suck in cold air.
"Pu"
The azure dragons breathed out. A patch of green light fell, and four or five mountain peaks vanished, scorched into barren land.
"Slap"
Ye Fan's golden hand pressed into the void, shattering one azure dragon. But though blood splattered, it reconnected its broken body and swooped down again.
The other eight azure dragons roared and collapsed a large mountain on the ground, all pouncing down. Nine dragons fought together, swallowing the sky and splitting the earth.
"You think being a Sacred Body makes you invincible under heaven? Young master was born to kill king bodies and sacred bodies like you!" The nine-year-old boy Wang Chong shouted, arrogant and unrivaled, forming dragon seals with both hands to drive the nine dragons in battle.
"This prodigy is truly terrifying. Only nine years old. If he grows up, who can control him?" A Holy Son-level figure beside him said quietly.
"He is a man of great fortune. When he was young, he fell into a dragon cave and gained tremendous benefits. Some say he swallowed dragon blood, others say he ate a large amount of dragon marrow."
"A Great Power from the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion studied his physique and said he can live at least five thousand years. That's the most conservative estimate. Who knows what immortal treasures he obtained in that dragon cave."
"However, at such a young age, his temperament is a bit too much."
"There's no helping it. He achieved success young, and he has a brother that makes all the younger generation want to avoid him. Who dares to provoke him?"
"Ye Fan, Ye Zhetian, I don't care if you're a Sacred Body or an Immortal Body. Today you're dead. I'll slaughter you nine times!" Wang Chong shouted.
"Whoosh..." The gale winds grew fiercer. The nine azure dragons twisted their vigorous dragon bodies, like nine mountain ranges, all pouncing down at once.
Nine Dragons Devour Emperor!
Wang Chong formed dragon seals, revealing a cold and ruthless expression. He used the nine dragons to battle, suppressing Ye Fan, trying to tear him apart.
"This is a killing sacred art within the Dragon Seal—Nine Dragons Devour Emperor. It can kill across several realms!" Behind them, everyone sucked in cold air, their faces changing color.
"He truly is a man of great fortune. Falling into that dragon cave brought him too many benefits!" Everyone was extremely envious.
"Little brat, I don't have time to play with you anymore!" Ye Fan suddenly leaped up, charging straight at the nine dragons.
"Pu"
He grabbed one azure dragon, then pulled hard, snapping it in two. Blood rained down. Simple, direct, and extremely violent!
"You have great fortune, falling into a dragon cave. Today, give me everything you have!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Pu!"
This time, he grabbed three azure dragons at once. With a great roar, he shook his hands with force. Blood sprayed as several dragons were torn into nine pieces.
"You..." Wang Chong was furious and shocked. He formed dragon seals, striking out with all his might. Nine Dragons Swallow Heaven reappeared.
"You really did obtain immortal treasures from that dragon cave. Quite extraordinary. I'll take them for you." Ye Fan did not treat him like a child. He struck fiercely, his right hand turning into a golden heavenly stele, pressing down.
"Bang"
The golden heavenly stele smashed onto Wang Chong's back, sending him crashing into a pile of rocks.
"It's over. The Sacred Body is definitely dead this time. Hitting Wang Chong, that brother of his will definitely come out. They call him the reincarnation of an Ancient Emperor! Who can resist him?"