Chapter 637: The Holy Prince
The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman was less than an inch long, forged from divine gold, dazzling and resplendent, firm yet indestructible. It spun rapidly, trying to fly out of Ye Fan's palm.
"Trying to escape? Stay put!" Ye Fan closed his fingers, gripping it in his hand, refining it with all his might. The light of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman shot into the sky, blinding to behold.
This divine radiance was extremely dazzling, penetrating through his fingers and palm, dyeing the entire Ascension Ground golden. Everything was bright, with divine power surging.
In midair, a sacred sword slashed down, accompanied by a true dragon and a divine phoenix on either side. It was hundreds of zhang long, causing the earth to tremble violently. If not for the immortal soil, countless mountain ranges would have been reduced to dust.
This sword strike was overwhelmingly powerful, like a strike from the Heavenly Emperor himself, severing time and space. Killing intent pierced the body, reaching straight for the soul. Before the sword arrived, the murderous will had already struck.
"Pfft"
Not far away, some people standing too close couldn't withstand this pressure. They spat out large mouthfuls of blood, their forms and spirits nearly obliterated by the sword intent. And this was merely the residual waves sweeping through the air.
The crowd was horrified, because among those spitting blood were two Half-Step Great Powers. Such a stunning sword strike made even many Sect Leaders tremble with fear—it was too terrifying.
Beside Ye Fan, eighty-one dragon pillars surged upward like sky-supporting columns, shooting into the heavens, their power penetrating the immortal ground. Each one was as thick as a mountain range.
Dragon roars rang out, deafening, like the roar of an ancient sage emerging from the desolate wilderness. Many were shaken—this was the power of the Great Dragon of the Qinling Mountains.
"How is this possible!"
Many were baffled. This kind of force could definitely shake a Saint Lord. How could a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm display such overwhelming offensive power?
Eighty-one true dragons, massive and terrifying, coiled around the Heavenly Emperor's Sacred Sword. Together, they let out a long, clear, and resonant cry that could pierce metal and split stone. The ancestral roots beneath the earth revived, surging with infinite power.
"They blocked the Heavenly Emperor's Sword!"
People were shocked to discover this fact. The eighty-one true dragons were continuously severed, one after another dissipating, but they ultimately slowed down the golden sacred sword.
In an instant, eighty great dragons were killed cleanly, leaving only one to intercept the golden sacred sword, though it had also grown faint.
"Swish"
The Heavenly Emperor's Sacred Sword sank, falling downward. It didn't strike Ye Fan but instead emitted an even more brilliant light, forming a golden curtain of light that wrapped around Wang Chong's shattered body.
At this moment, Ye Fan finally suppressed the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman in his palm, turning it into a warm, lustrous treasure flowing with golden radiance. Then, he did everything in his power, mobilizing the dragon energy beneath the earth to surround this sacred sword, even trying to grind away the shattered body.
The earth's veins pulsed, and a red-gold divine dragon charged out, its red aura boiling. The heavenly dragon swung its tail, scales shimmering with red clouds, lifelike and indistinguishable from a real dragon.
The onlookers were all astonished, especially the several Dragon-Seeking Earth Masters and Ouyang Ye. Their hearts trembled—this was the power borrowed by stirring the Great Dragon of the Qinling Mountains, a terrifying method.
Although they were all extraordinary individuals, they had only just arrived and couldn't possibly locate the underground dragon vein paths. They couldn't achieve any of this.
The red-gold true dragon seemed alive, coiling in the sky, blocking the path of the Heavenly Emperor's Sacred Sword. It emitted the power of a true dragon, and with a single tremor, everything would shatter.
Unfortunately, people couldn't witness the scene of ten thousand mountains collapsing, because this was immortal soil, eternal and indestructible. Otherwise, that sight would have been utterly terrifying!
"Bang"
The golden sacred sword trembled, its radiance slightly diminished by the red-gold true dragon. The shattered flesh inside nearly fell out.
The Northern Emperor's clone was occupied. At this moment, his battle with the Central Emperor had reached a fever pitch. Although he had unleashed the Heavenly Emperor's Sword, it was only possessed by a divine thought (nian), unable to sustain it for long.
"If my brother dies, I will go on a killing spree, cutting down everyone around you one by one. I don't care what backgrounds they have!" Wang Teng's voice was cold, carrying from afar. Dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony above his head. The gap in combat strength was vast, and the strict racial hierarchy and terrifying pressure alone made them tremble with fear, collapsing in terror.
"Disgraceful things, get over here!" The monkey had a fierce temper. Shrinking to normal size, he scolded the two ancient creatures.
Everyone exchanged glances. This monkey was too domineering. Probably only he dared to scold the Northern Emperor's servants like this in his presence.
"Holy Prince, spare us! We have our reasons." The two ancient beings trembled like sieves, crawling over in panic.
"Since you're willing to be someone's slaves, don't blame me for cleaning house on behalf of your king. First, come kowtow and apologize to my brother." The monkey pointed at Ye Fan.
The two ancient creatures were extremely unwilling, but under the monkey's divine might, they had no choice but to steel themselves, kneeling there to apologize.
Everyone was shocked. The Battle Saint Ape's bond with Ye Fan was so close that many people's eyelids twitched. This was not good news.
Who was the monkey? The Holy Prince of the ancient times!
Many ancient beings would never forget the old Battle Saint Emperor, who dominated the world and was invincible across heaven and earth, daring to contend with the heavens. They also felt a deep, instinctive fear of his son.
Those present had already learned some inside information, after all, the ancient clans of the Eastern Wasteland had emerged. Seeing this scene, their hearts tightened.
Ye Fan himself dared to fight the Northern Emperor, having just pressed forward. Now the domineering monkey had arrived, and everyone showed strange expressions.
"Damn monkey!"
"How does the Sacred Body have such a friendship with the monkey!"
Many couldn't help but curse.