Chapter 599: Ancient Emperor Wang Teng
The golden heavenly stele pressed down, smashing onto Wang Chong's back and driving him into a pile of rubble. Boulders rolled, dust and smoke billowed, and everything was in chaos.
"Crash!"
The nine-year-old youth Wang Chong struggled fiercely, leveling a forest of stone pillars. His clothes were torn, his hair disheveled, and his eyes blazed with fury. Having achieved success at such a young age, he had never suffered such a great loss.
"Ye Fan!"
His eyes stood up, the veins on his forehead bulged and jumped, his expression terrifying. Although he was only nine years old, he had a ferocious, murderous look about him.
"Ao..."
Dragon roars rose and fell in succession. He formed dragon seals with his hands, conjuring a full eighteen azure dragons—twice as many as before. Each one was also much thicker, like eighteen mountain ridges spanning the sky, their momentum oppressive.
"Boom!"
The eighteen azure dragons were vast and boundless, mighty and powerful. They all pounced at once, devouring Ye Fan. Before they even reached him, the ground split into hundreds and thousands of cracks.
Each great fissure was several li long, a terrifying sight. This scorched land seemed about to sink and cease to exist entirely, an omen of the apocalypse.
"Little brat, you still won't give up!" Ye Fan walked among the dragons. Every move he made, every gesture, was a sublime principle, as if he were unfolding a Dao scripture, profound and mysterious.
"Puff," "Puff"...
With one palm, he smashed an azure dragon's head into bloody pulp. With a kick, he severed another azure dragon's body. The enormous dragon corpse dripped with blood as it fell from the sky.
Ye Fan used his golden great hand seal, striking continuously. He delivered eighteen palm strikes, killing all eighteen azure dragons, then stepped forward step by step toward Wang Chong.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Wang Chong opened his mouth and spat out a war chariot, no more than an inch high. But it emitted a deafening sound, rumbling as it rolled toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's expression tightened. He sensed something was wrong and retreated to the side, then raised his hand and struck out with a gleaming steel ring. It shot up like a bolt of lightning.
"Clang!"
The gleaming Vajra Ring struck the chariot, which had now enlarged to over a meter tall. However, it was instantly knocked flying, and a cracking sound came from it.
"This is..." Ye Fan's pupils contracted. The Vajra Ring was a magical artifact he had seized from Yao Guang, one interwoven with Dao and principle, yet it had been broken in two by this ancient chariot's impact.
"Rumble"
The ancient war chariot rapidly enlarged, reaching three zhang in length. It was inscribed with true dragons, its body pitch black, surging forward like a flood, carrying an endless, terrifying aura.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan pushed a sun and a moon with his left and right hands respectively. Golden light overflowed from his entire body. The sun and moon were as large as millstones, rumbling as they moved. He was like a deity patrolling the heavens.
The blazing sun and silver moon, their radiance like waterfalls, surged outward, illuminating the void until it was crystalline. They all struck the ancient war chariot, producing a thunderous sound.
"Boom"
The black ancient war chariot inscribed with true dragons stopped, but Ye Fan's arms were somewhat numb. This was the first time he had been blocked while attacking a magical artifact with his physical body. It was hard to imagine how powerful this chariot was.
"A King-rank War Chariot!"
Ye Fan's heart tightened. This was a king weapon, refined by a peerless king. It surpassed Saint Lord-rank weapons. No wonder the Vajra Ring had shattered instantly.
"Rumble..."
The black ancient war chariot charged again. Its terrifying aura was even stronger, like a primeval ferocious beast, emitting waves of dark light. It arrived in an instant.
Ye Fan teleported three hundred zhang to the side to dodge. However, the chariot was like a ghost, arriving in an instant, completely locking onto him. It was like a flood overwhelming the heavens, dark light drowning heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
The aura of the king divine weapon was like a rainbow. Nothing could stand in its way. Rubble and cliffs quickly turned to dust. If it had been an ordinary Dragon Transformation cultivator, they would have been crushed long ago. It was like the hand of a god or demon pressing down.
Ye Fan was facing such a weapon for the first time. Although his physical body was tough, this ancient war chariot, once awakened, was interwoven with the radiance of laws. He could not contend with it head-on.
He retreated over ten li. A whole mountain range below was crushed flat by the ancient war chariot, collapsing into endless dust, sending up a sky-full of smoke.
This ancient chariot was devastating. Almost nothing could stop it. It was a king weapon left behind in the world by an unparalleled existence on the level of Divine King Jiang Taixu.
"Ye Fan, aren't you the unparalleled Sacred Body? Today, in front of everyone, I'll grind your proud physical body into meat paste and turn you into a puddle of mud under my wheels!"
Although Wang Chong was young, his temperament was quite brutal. He stood on the black dragon chariot, moving at extreme speed, charging forward. His expression was ferocious, his arrogance overwhelming.
"A king divine weapon consumes a great deal of energy. How long can you keep it going?" Ye Fan smiled slightly. He did not clash with it, but quickly retreated.
"It's enough for me to crush you to death under my wheels!" Wang Chong stood on the ancient war chariot, took out a small jade bottle, pulled out the stopper, and a fragrant aroma flowed out. He poured a drop of liquid into his mouth.
Inside were over a dozen drops of dragon marrow, each as large as a grape. They did not merge with each other, like golden agates, crystal clear and intoxicating.
Many people saw this and felt that this youth's fortune was too heaven-defying. To kill Ye Fan, he casually used dragon marrow to replenish his divine power. Heaven knew how many benefits he had gained from falling into a dragon cave.
Originally, Ye Fan had planned to wait until he exhausted his divine power and could no longer activate the ancient war chariot before making his move. But seeing him about to squander the dragon marrow, he no longer delayed.
"Clang!"
Beside him, nine weapons materialized: a Green Jade Blade, a Purple Jade Sword, a Crimson Jade Spear, an Ink Jade Halberd, a White Jade Shield... Nine jade weapons, each less than three inches long, warm and crystalline, emitting a soul-shaking aura.
"Swish"
Ye Fan picked up a two-inch-long Purple Jade Sword and rushed forward. He slashed with force, and a purple light pierced the heavens, splitting this great world in two.
On the ground, rumbling sounds came. A great rift valley over twenty li long stretched into the distance. It was indestructible, destroying both peaks and desolate ridges.
"Clang!"
The black chariot, struck, came to a halt. Wang Chong's body shook violently, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Ye Fan switched to another jade weapon, pinching a three-inch-long Ink Jade Halberd in his right hand, and descended from the sky.
"Boom"
The halberd's tip was devastating. It split the dark light, pierced into the ancient war chariot, and Ye Fan landed calmly, standing on the chariot.
"You... what weapon is that?" Wang Chong was greatly shocked. The chariot was a king weapon, tried and tested. Killing cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm was as easy as tearing paper.
He had never imagined that someone would break into it today, and from so close. The Ink Jade Halberd was almost at his eyes.
"Don't think you're the only one with a king-rank weapon. The chariot is good, but it's not something you can control. I'll keep it for transportation." Ye Fan put away the Nine Divine Weapons and struck forward with his golden great hand seal.
"Bang!"
At such close range, Wang Chong had no way to avoid it. He stretched out his small hands to block, but his tiger's mouth was split open by the shock.
Ye Fan was surprised. He had thought he could shatter all the bones in the other's body, but he had only split his tiger's mouth, causing blood to flow.
"Your physical body is not bad. Let's try again."
Ye Fan's palm and fingers turned Red-Gold, even more dazzling. His entire body shone like seven-colored glass, and golden blood energy shot into the sky.
"Bang!"
This time, Wang Chong let out a loud cry. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and both his arms were broken. He could no longer hold on.
"I'm really curious. How did you train your physical body to this level at such a young age?" Ye Fan pressed forward.
Behind him, all the holy sons changed color. It was said that Wang Chong had drunk dragon blood. Although young, he had an indestructible body. Even a Buddhist divine monk had once nodded in praise.
Yet now, his bones were still broken by Ye Fan's palm. He couldn't withstand a single physical blow from the Sacred Body. This was shocking.
"Slap!"
Ye Fan's golden great hand seal came down again. This time, he used eighty percent of his strength. The young man Wang Chong spat out a large mouthful of blood, and seven or eight of his bones were broken.
"There really is some skill. If it were a Half-Step Great Power, they would have been beaten into meat paste by now. But you can still hold on."
Ye Fan was praising him, but Wang Chong's face turned red when he heard these words. His blood vessels bulged, and he was furious. He felt this was an insult.
"My brother will avenge me. Then you'll die without a burial place!" Wang Chong's eyes blazed, unyielding and defiant.
"Slap"
Ye Fan slapped him on the head. "Still talking tough. Is your brother a match for a Great Power? They couldn't kill me."
"What are they worth? My brother is known as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor. He can destroy you with a single finger. Don't think you can run fast. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, he can drag you out." The nine-year-old youth Wang Chong shouted.
"Slap"
Ye Fan slapped him on the head again. "I'll wait for him to come find me. For now, let's deal with you first. Hand over all your treasures."
He began to loot openly. He snatched the bottle of dragon marrow first, then shook Wang Chong out of the chariot. With a flash of light, the ancient war chariot shrank to over an inch tall, appearing in his palm. He erased the imprint and put it away.
"Give it back! That's my treasure!" Wang Chong shouted in exasperation. Only now did he act like a child who had lost his beloved toy.
"Give it back, my foot!" Ye Fan grabbed him and explored his Wheel Sea and Dao Palace, taking out a pile of treasures.
There were many fine items. There were over a dozen ancient medicines over ten thousand years old, all usable for saving lives. There were also three bottles of dragon marrow, each with over a dozen drops, golden in color, clearly top-grade.
In addition, there was a jade stele engraved with a True Dragon Seal. It was complex and profound, clearly a divine art not passed down through the ages, requiring careful study and comprehension.
"What a good child. So many treasures. I don't know how to thank you." Ye Fan smiled.
The ancient war chariot was a king weapon, as precious as the Nine Divine Weapons. It had incalculable value. If put up for auction, even Saint Lords would fight over it. Its killing power was terrifyingly great, hard to contend with.
Dragon marrow contained fragments of laws. When cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm sought enlightenment, using it as an aid could double the results with half the effort. It had infinite wonderful uses.
The True Dragon Seal was on the same level as the Mountain-Embracing Seal, the Human King Seal, etc. Ye Fan vaguely felt there might be some connection between them. It was a treasured secret art.
"Ye Fan, even if you kill me, you won't live long yourself. Just wait. My brother will surely imprison you in the underworld forever, making you wish you were dead!" Seeing Ye Fan raise his hand to press down, Wang Chong shouted loudly.
"So young and already so violent. I'd better get rid of you, this little scourge, early." Ye Fan extended a finger and pointed it at his brow.
"Not good! If that one finds out we watched his brother die, he might come after us too!"
Behind him, everyone changed color. Many people made their move, sending various magical artifacts forward.
"Ding!"
Ye Fan casually picked up a two-inch-long Green Jade Blade from the Nine Divine Weapons floating around him and swept it through the air, producing a light chime from the jade.
A green blade light swept across like a green sea. Eleven magical artifacts in the sky all turned to powder, falling down in a rustling sound.
Two other people screamed. They were cut in half and died horribly, their corpses falling from the sky.
"He has a king weapon on him... We can't stop him at all. What do we do?" A group of people turned pale.
"We've done our best. He can't say anything about it. He can't blame us." Some people quickly retreated.
Ye Fan's golden finger pointed at Wang Chong's brow. Before it even got close, the finger force had already penetrated, flashing with golden light.
On Wang Chong's brow, cracks appeared, and traces of blood oozed out. His face was pale, and he couldn't move at all.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth. Wang Chong's brow emitted ten thousand divine rays, like a world gate opening, with thousands of auspicious colors.
Ye Fan quickly retreated. He sensed a dangerous fluctuation and used the Nine Divine Weapons to shield himself.
This was a very mysterious scene. Wang Chong's brow opened a world gate, and a golden ancient war chariot flew out. On it stood a tall figure, like a god or demon.
"It's him, Ancient Emperor Wang Teng!"
"How could he be in Wang Chong's brow?"
Those holy son-level figures exclaimed, stopping on the distant mountains, all showing shocked expressions.
The golden ancient war chariot rumbled as it flew out. The figure on it had disheveled black hair, a face carved like a knife, bronze skin, a powerful and vigorous posture. His entire body was shrouded in golden light shooting into the sky, like a Heavenly Emperor descending to the world.
Moreover, around him were nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises, flashing with divine light, forming the four symbols, encircling him.
This was simply a picture of the Heavenly Emperor descending to the world, guarded by the four symbols of the starry sky. Wang Teng's disheveled hair flew in the wind. He stood on the central war chariot, radiant with ten thousand rays of light, dominating the world, as if patrolling the heavens.
Ye Fan was shocked. This person's aura was too powerful. Even senior figures could not compare. This was an inner, powerful potential.
Dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony, white tigers roared at the sky, black tortoises parted the sea. Golden light, ten thousand layers, brilliant and dazzling. Wang Teng stood on the ancient war chariot, unmoving, his gaze profound.
"He really has come!" Those holy son-level figures all changed color.
Wang Teng, known as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, was born in the Northern Plains. As early as fifteen years old, he was invincible among the younger generation of the Northern Plains. Now, ten years had passed, and almost no one knew what realm he had reached.
Everyone said he was simply the reincarnation of a great emperor. Because his growth trajectory was too similar to that of the great emperors in human history, and even surpassed them.
His talent, for those who understood it, was frightening to the point of terror. There was no one who was not horrified. Comparing oneself to him was a kind of sorrow.
Moreover, this person had great fortune. In his teens, he had entered the world to train. He came alone to the Eastern Wasteland, made a single trip, and obtained one of the Nine Secrets before returning to the Northern Plains.
This was only what the outside world knew. What ancient arts he actually mastered, no one knew completely, not even his own clan.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. This person, known as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, was extremely mysterious and powerful. He had a heaven-defying aura that made one shudder.
On the golden war chariot, ten thousand rays of light shone, reflecting him like an ancient emperor. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises surrounded him at the center. The four symbolic beasts actually had terrifying lightning flickering around them. This was the terrifying aura that came from undergoing over a dozen heavenly tribulations!