Chapter 600: Battle Against Wang Teng
A World Gate appeared at Wang Chong's brow, and a golden ancient war chariot flew out, with the four symbols of Dragon, Phoenix, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise singing in harmony, radiating ten thousand beams of light that surged into the sky.
Wang Teng, known as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, stood at the center of the golden ancient war chariot, like the Ziwei Emperor patrolling the heavens or the Heavenly Emperor descending to the mortal world, surrounded by the four spirits like deities.
Ye Fan stood a hundred zhang away, his heart filled with strange astonishment. This man's aura was immense, leaving him dumbfounded, something he had never heard of or seen before.
That vigorous life force was like a river of stars surging, drowning heaven and earth, terrifying beyond compare, its radiance blotting out the sun and moon, impossible to look at directly.
"How could he emerge from Wang Chong's brow?" Ye Fan found it hard to believe, opening his divine eyes to examine carefully.
Behind him, the dozen or so Holy Son-level figures had already changed color. They had seen this deity before, but still felt fear in their hearts now.
Surrounded by the four spirits, like the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor, with dazzling divine splendor and surging blood energy, they all felt a terror from the depths of their souls, unable to muster any power to resist.
"It's not a true body, just a part of his divine thought!"
After observing with his Source Heaven Divine Sense, Ye Fan's heart tightened. This was not a being of flesh and blood at all, but merely a powerful, ocean-like divine consciousness.
"How powerful must he be to have manifested such a wisp of divine thought, dwelling within his own brother's brow..."
Ye Fan was shocked for the first time. He had never encountered such a terrifying young opponent, completely beyond imagination, like the Ziwei Imperial Venerable.
A wisp of divine thought transformed into a Heavenly Emperor, surrounded by the four spirits, riding a golden war chariot—this was the shape of his divine consciousness. How many in history had ever manifested in such a form?!
"No wonder there was lightning. This divine thought has experienced over a dozen heavenly tribulations. At the very least, it has already surpassed the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm."
Ye Fan's heart trembled violently. Could this man be comparable to a Saint Lord-rank figure? Thinking of this question, he couldn't help but draw in a cold breath.
At fifteen, he was already invincible among the younger generation of the Northern Plains. Ten years had passed—how terrifying a stage had he grown to? No one could say.
From the claim of being the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, one could glimpse a hint. This man's achievements were undoubtedly astonishing, comparable to the great emperors of human history at the same age.
Wang Chong was very surprised, never expecting that a wisp of his elder brother's imprint had long resided in his brow. He shouted, "Big brother, help me kill him!"
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was extremely solemn. The golden small lake at his brow transformed into a golden miniature figure, sitting cross-legged in the void, opening its mouth to swallow the essence of heaven and earth, dazzling and brilliant.
At the same time, several divine phenomena appeared around him. A magnificent landscape of rivers and mountains rose and fell, an Immortal King sat high in the nine heavens, and a green lotus accompanied him.
These were not complete. They should have been a single divine phenomenon but had not yet fully evolved, manifesting as several of the most powerful ancient divine phenomena.
A golden divine sea surged beneath his feet, its waves striking the nine heavens. A Yin-Yang diagram rotated behind him, with the energies of life and death flowing.
Ahead, Wang Teng stood with heroic vigor, his bearing majestic, in harmony with heaven and earth. With each breath, divine light drowned the world, shrouded in infinite radiance, like a great emperor walking from ancient times.
He did not strike. His eyes were deep, with stars appearing and vanishing. His expression was indifferent, showing nothing. The outside world seemed insignificant, unable to move his fundamental heart.
Wang Chong was startled when he saw Ye Fan's several divine phenomena and said, "Big brother, is this the kind of divine phenomenon you mentioned that is hard to form even after a lifetime of bitter cultivation?"
The tall man on the golden war chariot still did not speak, calm and composed, but the stars in his eyes vanished and appeared even faster.
Ye Fan was shocked. Golden blood energy surged into the sky, causing his entire essence to boil, isolating everything outside, because he sensed a strange aura.
"Heavenly Eye—the Eye of the Mind!"
He immediately thought of this possibility. This man before him had most likely developed a Heavenly Eye, observing the secrets of his body.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. If this were true, this man was too terrifying. To have developed a martial Heavenly Eye in his twenties—how frightening was that?
Although Wang Chong was arrogant toward outsiders, he was as docile as a kitten before his elder brother. Seeing him silent, he dared not speak rashly.
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, the golden war chariot moved, crushing through the sky, charging toward Ye Fan. Wang Teng formed a dragon seal with his hand, pressing down like the Heavenly Emperor subduing demons.
"Boom!"
Vigorous life force, terrifying fluctuations, like a star field falling from the sky, incomparable to Wang Chong. In an instant, he unleashed eighty-one true dragons.
Dragon cries shook the wilderness, mountains and rivers trembled, echoing through heaven and earth, deafening. Each of the eighty-one heavenly dragons was like an eternal deity, mighty and terrifying.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan unleashed the Human King Seal, overturning heaven and earth. The common lord of humanity descended, looking down on the world, striking toward the eighty-one heavenly dragons. Wind and thunder roared, the sound unceasing.
The sky exploded. Heavenly dragons as large as mountain ranges and the common lord of humanity engaged in fierce combat, their struggle unending, various lights shattering the void.
In the end, the golden war chariot stopped, unable to advance further. The figure on it, like a god or demon, stood unmoving, covered in golden light.
Wang Teng remained indifferent, without a word. True Dragon, Divine Phoenix, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise coiled around him, ten thousand beams of light, guarding the central Heavenly Emperor.
"Clang!"
Nine divine weapons rose and fell, circling around Ye Fan, each warm and crystalline, emitting soft chimes. He picked up a three-inch-long red jade spear and advanced forward.
At the same time, various divine phenomena appeared around him, clearly manifesting. Even if the opponent before him was powerful, it was only a wisp of divine thought. He intended to slay it in one blow.
"My big brother has undergone over a dozen heavenly tribulations. This divine thought, fused with lightning, is already indestructible. Though his true body hasn't arrived, it's enough to slay all cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm!" Wang Chong shouted, staring intently at Ye Fan, ready to strike lethally if he was defeated.
In the distance, the dozen or so Holy Son-level figures all turned pale. To live in the same era as such a person was truly a tragedy. No matter how dazzling you were, you were just a green leaf.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, Wang Teng slowly drew a golden holy sword from his back. With every inch it emerged, ten thousand strands of holy light burst forth, blindingly bright.
At the same time, a vast, ocean-like power surged in all directions. The Holy Son-level figures in the distance all changed color, unable to help retreating, sensing an unparalleled, powerful battle intent.
This was a terrifying will of "only I exist, I am supreme," as if it wanted to dominate the entire heaven and earth, everything within its grasp.
"The divine object that underwent heavenly tribulation with my big brother—the Heavenly Emperor Sword!" Wang Chong shouted excitedly.
An extremely cold aura spread. With every inch the red-gold Heavenly Emperor Sword rose, ten thousand divine powers surged out, causing the distant mountains to crack and collapse.
This was not a manifestation of divine thought, but a golden holy sword. Finally, with a loud clang, it appeared in Wang Teng's hand. He stood on the ancient war chariot and slashed forward with force.
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth overturned. Ye Fan moved with the nine divine weapons, charging forward to battle Wang Teng, who wielded the Heavenly Emperor Sword. Various lights flickered. The earth was split, mountains collapsed, and the high heavens crumbled...
This place became a realm of destruction. Nothing could be seen except light and the ruined void, quickly turning into a chaotic land.
"Clang, clang..." The nine divine weapons flashed, pressing down with force. At the same time, divine phenomena like the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens also swooped down like spirits.
"Whoosh"
At that moment, Wang Teng grabbed Wang Chong, drove the golden ancient war chariot, and flew away toward the horizon. After all, it was only a wisp of divine thought, unable to sustain a prolonged battle.
"Big brother... though it's just a divine thought, it grew through heavenly tribulations and can destroy all experts in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. Could the Sacred Body's combat power surpass the ninth transformation of Dragon Transformation?" Wang Chong was very unwilling.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Ye Fan held the nine divine weapons, manifesting the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens, the golden divine sea, and the Chaos Azure Lotus divine phenomena, intending to kill this opponent in one blow.
Behind him, the crowd was stunned. Someone actually dared to pursue Wang Teng. This was a top expert who made even senior figures tremble, yet he was retreating.
But upon reflection, it made sense. After all, it was only a powerful divine thought. If the true body had arrived, no one knew how terrifying its combat power would be.
Ye Fan's speed was incredible. He almost caught up to the golden ancient war chariot. But at that moment, a black hole appeared in the void. The chariot rushed in and vanished.
He stood still, lost in thought. This was an unimaginable great enemy, already showing signs of surpassing senior figures. His future achievements would be limitless.
"At the very least, he has surpassed Dragon Transformation..."
Ye Fan pondered for a moment, then turned back with the nine divine weapons. There were still a dozen or so Holy Son-level figures there, all gathered to besiege him.
"Where do you think you're going!"
This time, he struck with extreme ferocity. Several jade artifacts—small, delicate, and beautiful—flew out: a purple jade sword, a green jade blade, a white jade shield, a red jade spear, an ink halberd, and others.
Like a god of slaughter, Ye Fan wielded the green jade blade, cleaving through twelve magical artifacts in a row. With one slash, he cut off the head of a prodigy, blood spurting into the sky.
These people had no will to fight. Seeing one person's head fly dozens of zhang high, they became even more fearful, scattering in all directions. No one was willing to risk their life.
In truth, this was a very strong fighting force, but they had no battle intent, all wanting to flee. Thus, Ye Fan moved like he was in an empty land. He offered up the purple jade sword and split another person in half.
"Puff!"
Ye Fan struck ruthlessly again. The red jade spear flew up, drawing a bloody, dazzling arc, piercing through a person's head, nailing him to a cliff wall, killing him on the spot.
A chorus of screams. These people scattered and fled, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Ye Fan pursued from behind, killing four more before stopping.
At this moment, the great power of the Yin Yang Sect had also arrived. The area within a thousand li was sealed off. They moved unhurriedly, not worried even when Ye Fan escaped again, because the array patterns were contracting, the range gradually shrinking. Then, Ye Fan would have no way to escape.
The horizon was gray and hazy, with Yin and Yang energies flowing. Ye Fan frowned and finally decided to take a risk, using the Stride Art to charge forward.
Deafening sounds rang out. Various light blades slashed at him, lightning flashed and thunder roared. He finally triggered the massive array patterns, but the Stride Art still played its role.
Ye Fan suffered attacks but forced his way through. Using the nine divine weapons to clear a path, he advanced with difficulty for several dozen li, finally breaking free from the array patterns.
A massive black hand slapped down, filling the void, dark as ink, interwoven with laws, striking at Ye Fan. The great power was alerted and arrived in an instant.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan used brute force to break through the array patterns, finally opening the last barrier of light. He shot away like lightning, escaping the sealed area.
"What? Ye Fan killed seven or eight Holy Son-level figures in a row, and even nearly killed Wang Teng's brother?"
"This Ye Zhe Tian truly fears nothing, daring to fight someone known as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor. This matter won't end easily!"
"That's the freak from the Eastern Wasteland. Though he didn't appear in the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, he's still come to the Central Province."
In the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, many young talents were extremely shocked upon receiving the news.