Chapter 635: Imperial Posture
The golden ancient war chariot rumbled forward, covered in blade scars and sword holes, like an ancient imperial chariot on a journey, exuding a soul-shaking pressure. Around it, dragons and phoenixes rose together, their cries echoing through the nine heavens, light surging into the sky.
Jiang Huairen was furious. The golden ancient war chariot charged past in a flash, knocking him so hard his hair flew wildly, his head nearly crushed beneath its wheels.
Even that little monster had not taken him seriously at all, standing on the chariot, looking down at him, and speaking those arrogant words.
"I'll be waiting for you inside!" These were Wang Chong's final words. The golden ancient war chariot was too fast, vanishing in an instant.
In the distance, on another path, Ye Fan's eyes flickered uncertainly. He muttered to himself, "Martial Dao Heavenly Eye!"
Wang Teng had cultivated the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, even more terrifying than his Source Heaven Divine Eye. It could see through all illusions, penetrating every falsehood and revealing every truth.
What was most frightening was that during battle, the Heavenly Eye could capture every flaw, making it the most fearsome of abilities. Some who cultivated such eyes could even perceive their opponents' movements as slow as snails, as if frozen in place.
"That person is very strong, but my brother says he's not the number one in the world yet." Ji Ziyue, the little moon of the Ji family, caught up. Her black hair flew in the wind, her eyes lively and bright, her cheeks like creamy jade—all together, she looked playful and gentle.
The Hundred Schools of Thought had all arrived. A large number of experts entered within. The Dragon-Seeking Earth Masters had keen insights, and the routes they selected overlapped with the eight safe paths Ye Fan had determined.
"The Central Emperor is here."
Outside, a stir arose. Many people began to discuss. A man with disheveled hair walked very slowly, as steady as a mountain, following one of the safe paths step by step into the immortal land.
Nine thousand years ago, he had already been a generation's imperial lord. Now, even the sect leaders felt a chill when they saw him. Though his physical age was only twenty, his cultivation level stood there, looking down on all heroes.
"Little Leaf, is it okay for us to go in like this? Will that Wang Teng cause trouble for you?" Ji Ziyue muttered softly.
"It's fine. In this place, his brothers can't run wild." Ye Fan was unconcerned.
"The Holy Son Yao Guang is here too." The little moon of the Ji family pointed to another side and said quietly, "My brother says the Holy Son Yao Guang is far stronger than the world imagines."
On that safe path, the Saint Lord of Yaoguang walked with wide sleeves fluttering. Behind him followed a man bathed in divine radiance, like a son of the Sun God.
Additionally, Yao Xi accompanied them, her long dress trailing on the ground, graceful and beautiful, like a fairy maiden from the Moon Palace, moving with a delicate, swaying gait.
Ye Fan's heart stirred. "It seems the Holy Son Yao Guang can stand on his own now. Otherwise, the Saint Lord of Yaoguang wouldn't dare bring him to a place like this."
The people of the four Undying Divine Dynasties had also all entered. Several imperial princes were especially eye-catching, walking with the stride of dragons and tigers, following behind their fathers.
When the old monks of the Western Desert stepped in, the experts of the Southern Ridge also arrived. Not only were there human war lords, but also several great demon lords. Since ancient times, the Southern Ridge had produced many great demons.
"There's bound to be a fierce dragon-and-tiger struggle."
Almost every one of the five domains had sent people. The birthplace of the Green Emperor was indeed extraordinary, stirring the hearts of many this time.
"It was the Divine Calculator who deduced it. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for so many people to find this place." Ji Ziyue revealed such a secret.
"This Divine Calculator again—what exactly is his origin?" Ye Fan grew suspicious. Two years ago, the Divine Calculator's top disciple had helped the Yin Yang Sect calculate his location. If he hadn't regained control of the God-Slaying Whip, he would likely have been hunted down endlessly.
At this moment, they entered the central area of the immortal land, standing on the open ground between the Immortal Transformation Pool and the ancient caves. Shadowy figures had gathered, quite a number of people.
But no one dared act rashly. The closer they got to this place, the more dangerous it might become. Everyone was waiting for the Dragon-Seeking Earth Masters and a few others from the Eastern Wasteland, like Ouyang Ye, to draw their conclusions.
Arriving here, Ye Fan felt completely relaxed. He had studied this place for over a month, understanding it better than the Dragon-Seeking Earth Masters and other extraordinary individuals. He had long seen through everything.
"You actually dared to come in. If you fall into the dragon cave and die a violent death, don't blame anyone else." Wang Chong spotted Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, Pang Bo, and the others, sneering coldly.
They were not standing together, positioned in different areas. But now they had stopped, not rushing toward the dragon cave or the immortal pool. Because Ye Fan had sensed something wrong and told them not to act recklessly.
"This little brat is too arrogant. I really want to slap him twice." Li Heishui cursed as they slowly gathered together.
"It's mainly because his brother is too strong. Even the older generation doesn't dare provoke him easily. His future achievements are limitless." Liu Kou sighed.
"Damn it, I'm just waiting for Little Leaf's sacred body to reach great accomplishment. In the future, I'll slap them to death. This eleven-year-old brat really needs to be strangled." Jiang Huairen's hair was disheveled.
"What, you still don't accept it?" Wang Chong sneered, aggressive and overbearing, standing on the golden war chariot and looking down at them.
At this moment, Wang Teng was not nearby. He had actually lined up with the sect leaders, walking together and conversing. He indeed had such qualifications.
"What are you so arrogant about? If your brother weren't here, many people could kill you with a single finger." Someone transmitted a voice, shifting left and right, unknown who it was.
Pang Bo knew things had gone wrong. Someone was fanning the flames, trying to pin the blame on them and provoke a fight.
"Who is it?" Wang Chong, though young, was full of malice. He swept his gaze around and finally fixed it on Jiang Huairen and the others.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a earth-shattering collision came from the distance. Two supreme experts were fighting—one was the Central Emperor, and the other was Wang Teng. The two were old acquaintances of Ye Fan. "I've wanted to deal with you all for a long time!" Wang Chong sneered. Two ancient creatures followed him, and he wasn't afraid of losing.
Pang Bo walked over and sneered, "Little brat, do you think you've turned into your brother? Right now, you don't have the qualifications to say such things."
"I don't have the qualifications? Soon I'll trample you all underfoot and throw you into the dragon cave to feed the red-haired monsters!" Wang Chong, though young, was very aggressive. He stood on a green stone, looking down at them, and said, "The person I met in Qin City was Ye Zhetian, right? Let him come out. This time, I'll crush him to death."
He signaled to the two ancient creatures, preparing for battle. He swept his gaze around, trying to find Ye Fan.
In the distance, Wang Teng was fighting the Central Emperor, drawing the attention of most people. But many also noticed the commotion here.
"You're not big, but your mouth sure is. You're so arrogant you've reached the heavens." A voice came, and then the void shook violently. A giant foot, ten feet long, covered in golden light, stepped down from the sky.
"Bang"
Dust flew into the sky, the earth shook violently. Wang Chong let out a loud cry, but he couldn't dodge at all. The golden foot stomped him down to the ground.
Ye Fan sneered. He had merely used a dharma manifestation technique, standing there like a golden war god, his heroic posture towering, ten zhang tall.
Everyone was shocked. Wang Teng was not far away, yet someone dared to act like this, stepping on his brother with one foot.
"Ye Fan..." Wang Chong shouted. He couldn't believe it. His elder brother was here, yet Ye Fan had actually stepped forward and stomped him to the ground.
"It's Ye Fan, the Eastern Wasteland's monster who disappeared for over two years!" Many were astonished.
The Holy Son Yao Guang, Yao Xi, the Great Xia Prince, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, the second beauty of the Central Province, Princess Yue Ling, and other younger generation members had also come. They all looked over.
Many sect leader-level figures were also surprised. The Northern Emperor was right nearby, yet Ye Fan dared to do this, catching everyone off guard.