Chapter 636: The Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman
Wang Chong was arrogantly unbridled, acting as if he himself were the Northern Emperor, looking down on Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, and the others. His words were reckless, pointing at them, casually threatening to kill them.
He was merely an eleven or twelve-year-old little prodigy, yet he was so overbearing, humbling the younger generation's Saint Son-level figures without a second thought.
At that moment, a golden giant foot descended from the heavens, instantly stomping him into the ground. The impact sent dust billowing into the sky, cracking the earth's surface and reversing the situation.
Wang Chong screamed in terror. The ten-foot-long golden foot was as heavy as a mountain, breaking his sternum, cutting off his breath, and nearly deforming his entire body.
At this moment, Ye Fan displayed his divine ability, his form towering ten zhang tall, as if cast from gold, like a war god descending from the celestial realm, with strength to uproot mountains and dominate the world.
Ye Fan ground his foot, as if crushing a bug. Wang Chong's entire skeleton creaked, on the verge of snapping bone by bone. Though they were at the same cultivation level, whose physical body could compare to the Sacred Body?
In comparison, Wang Chong was as fragile as a glass figure, utterly unable to withstand it. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his eyes filled with venom, but he remained silent.
"Seeking death! Release him!"
"How dare you crush him! Today you'll die without a complete corpse, your soul returning to the Netherworld, branded with the eighteen hells' seal, suffering endless torment!"
Two shouts came from the side. Two ancient creatures—one over a zhang tall, covered in golden scales, and the other two meters high, with a pair of silver divine wings—both looked ferocious and menacing, their eyes sharp as blades.
However, they dared not act rashly. With Ye Fan's foot pressing down, a slight increase in force would turn Wang Chong into a bloody pulp, not even leaving bone fragments behind.
"Get down on the side!" Ye Fan didn't care at all, shouting loudly as he pressed down with his foot. The little prodigy screamed, coughing up blood.
"You... truly don't know life from death! Our master is here, how dare you act wild? You'll wish you were dead soon enough. We'll render you into human oil and light a heavenly lantern," one ancient creature threatened.
"Release him immediately and let you leave, or you'll regret being born into this world, unable to die even if you beg," another ancient creature shouted.
"Crack"
The only response was a forceful stomp. Wang Chong's bones snapped by the hundreds in an instant. His body convulsed, his face pale with terror.
At this moment, only his head remained outside the golden giant foot; the rest of him was crushed beneath it, his life hanging by a thread.
Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the others felt refreshed, exhaling a long breath of relief at this sight. They had been utterly stifled earlier, with that little prodigy's arrogance going too far.
"Ye Fan, if you dare kill me, my brother won't let you go! No matter what cards you have, you won't escape death!" Wang Chong was stubborn. With so many watching, he didn't want to beg for mercy, lest he disgrace his brother's face, and continued to bluster.
"Release him immediately!" the two ancient creatures also shouted.
Ji Ziyue was worried. As things stood, Ye Fan was no match for Wang Teng, no matter what. The gap in their cultivation realms was simply too vast. She whispered a reminder from behind, "Don't act rashly."
"This isn't the place to kill him..." Liu Kou and the others also said this. The Northern Emperor's combat prowess was evident to all, and his current duel with the Central Emperor made even the various sect leaders wary.
"Release me now, or you know the consequences!" Wang Chong shouted. Seeing their hesitation, he realized they all feared his brother, and he relaxed, sneering coldly.
"You want me to release you?" Ye Fan smiled, lifting his giant foot.
"Smart move," Wang Chong spat out blood, preparing to get up.
"Bang"
Suddenly, the golden giant foot descended from the heavens again, this time stomping directly on his face, burying half his body in the ground.
"You... what do you want?!" Wang Chong was terrified, feeling genuine fear. He transmitted his thoughts, "Don't do anything rash."
Ye Fan slightly lifted his foot. The little prodigy's face was full of terror, his teeth knocked out, his features deformed.
"Bang"
Ye Fan stomped down again. Wang Chong was flattened like a persimmon cake, his body broken and crushed by the foot.
"Help!" The little prodigy could no longer care about anything else, shouting with his divine thoughts, utterly panicked.
"You think I dare not kill you? Still acting arrogant in this situation? Today, I'll stomp you to death like a cockroach!" Ye Fan sneered.
"Bang"
He withdrew his dharma form, returning to normal size, and stomped on Wang Chong's face again. The boy was no longer recognizable as human.
Everyone was shocked. It was clear Ye Fan intended to end his life. With such ruthlessness, he had no intention of letting the little prodigy live.
"Stop!"
The two ancient creatures charged forward, one gold and one silver, spitting divine light, pouncing like ferocious beasts.
In the distance, Wang Teng, locked in a life-and-death battle with the Central Emperor, also turned his gaze, his eyes shooting two terrifying beams that pierced the soul.
"Take him!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, stomping down with force.
"Pfft"
Blood splattered everywhere. The golden foot crushed Wang Chong alive, turning him into a pile of mud that splattered outward. Ye Fan's green robes remained spotless, not a single drop of blood on them.
The assembled heroes exchanged glances, dead silent. Ye Fan was truly audacious, killing Wang Teng's brother in front of everyone.
Holy Son Yao Guang, Yao Xi, the Great Xia Prince, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, Ji Haoyue, Yan Ruyu, and other old acquaintances were all present, their expressions shifting.
Young people from Central Province, Southern Ridge, Western Desert, and other regions were also present, their hearts shaken. Who would dare kill Wang Teng's brother right in front of him?
Even the older generation figures and regional overlords were startled. The current Northern Emperor could contend with the various Saint Lords, a rising star that made everyone wary, a dragon among men that few dared to provoke.
Yet Ye Fan did just that, without any restraint, stomping Wang Chong to death, ending the life of this terrifyingly talented little prodigy.
"Truly without scruples! He even stomped Wang Teng's brother to death!"
"That takes real courage. How many others would dare do that?"
"It's a pity for that little prodigy. Though his temperament was flawed, his cultivation talent was rare in ancient and modern times. Not yet twelve years old, and already a Dragon Transformation Eighth Transformation expert—rarely seen."
"That Eastern Wasteland prodigy is too bold. He'll kill anyone. If a saint's brother treated him like that, he'd probably be slain too."
Everyone present, whether older sect leaders or prodigies from the five regions, couldn't help but draw in a cold breath.
"You..."
"Damn it! You killed our master's brother!"
The two ancient creatures went berserk, charging forward to kill. Their bodies seemed to ignite, scales clanging as thousands of swords shot out, each fine scale like a sacred sword.
Ye Fan sneered, fearless. He made no other move, only took a step forward and stomped hard.
"Boom"
Suddenly, a surge of azure energy erupted from the ground. Dragon-shaped qi pillars pierced the sky, and towering support columns appeared. Dragon force was like an ocean, cutting off the path of the two ancient creatures.
"The Qinling ancient great dragon has emerged!"
The geomancers from Central Province changed color, exclaiming in shock. Ouyang Ye and others from the Eastern Wasteland's Source Art aristocratic clans also changed expression.
"No, it's a breath of essence from the Qinling ancient great dragon!"
Anyone skilled in studying mountains and veins was astonished. This technique was terrifying, requiring extremely profound esoteric arts to draw out true dragon essence.
Ye Fan stood calmly, unafraid of anyone here. Having studied the area for over a month, he had long understood everything. With his Source Art, he could now contend with a peak Saint Lord.
In this place, he was invincible, able to borrow the power of the Qinling ancient great dragon for his own use. He had already activated the earth's ancestral veins.
"Oh?"
Ye Fan was surprised. In the distance, a flash of light appeared. Wang Chong was painfully reforming his body, about to manifest again. On his brow was a divine talisman, flowing with strange colors.
"No wonder Wang Teng didn't come over. I was wondering—so he had such a life-protecting divine talisman!" Ye Fan strode forward and stomped again.
"Hum"
The divine talisman flickered, trembling lightly, carrying Wang Chong back a hundred zhang. A golden force flowed on it, faintly reflecting Wang Teng's shadow.
"That's Wang Teng's Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman, imperishable through countless kalpas. He really dotes on Wang Chong, giving him this life-saving treasure," someone in the shadows exclaimed.
"What? The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman really exists in the world?!" Everyone was shocked.
All eyes fixed on the talisman. It was less than an inch long, forged like true gold, flowing with divine radiance, carrying an ancient charm, covered in dao patterns.
The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman was refined by the only Chaotic Ancient Emperor of the Northern Plains. It could take a death for its owner, possessing the wonder of seizing heaven and earth's creation, a sacred life-protecting object.
From this, it was easy to see how terrifying Wang Teng's fortune was. He had even obtained the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's talisman, likely having received his complete inheritance.
"Legend says the Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman was shattered. How has it appeared in the world again?"
"Though it's a broken Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman, it was still refined by a human emperor. It still has undying divine effects!"
Everyone's eyes turned red. Wang Teng truly had great fortune, obtaining such a heaven-defying divine object and casually giving it to his brother.
"Could the Northern Emperor have obtained the complete inheritance of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor?"
This ancient emperor's strength shook the ages, surpassing the present, incredibly terrifying. No one knew his depths, and it was said he might have other origins.
Ye Fan's heart leaped. A divine talisman refined by an ancient great emperor, even if just a fragment, was a priceless sacred object. He used the earth's dragon qi to cut off the two ancient creatures and charged forward.
At this moment, many envied him. Others feared the Northern Emperor and dared not seize it, but he acted without restraint, intending to kill Wang Chong and take the talisman.
"Brother, save me!" the little prodigy screamed in terror.
In the distance, Wang Teng was locked in an intense battle with the Central Emperor, evenly matched. Four sacred spirits surrounded him—a true dragon soaring through the heavens, a divine phoenix singing over mountains and rivers, a white tiger howling at the moon, a black tortoise parting the seas—he was like the Ziwei Emperor descending to the mortal world.
At this moment, he couldn't afford to be distracted. The Central Emperor's attacks were grand and open, each move and stance balanced and neutral, with the power to turn the ordinary into the miraculous.
But at this critical moment, the Northern Emperor still struck out with a sword. A golden sacred sword flew forth, radiating the divine might of a heavenly emperor, surrounded by dragons and phoenixes, hundreds of zhang long.
"Boom!"
Source Heaven patterns emerged beneath Ye Fan's feet. Dragon qi erupted from the earth like a volcanic eruption, one after another, a total of eighty-one heavenly dragons surging up, startling everyone into retreating.
"Clang"
Ye Fan activated the Stride Art, closing in on Wang Chong. A large hand reached out, striking down from above.
"Bang"
The little prodigy's body shattered again. The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman on his brow was seized. Ye Fan grabbed it, its moist luster shimmering in his palm.