# Chapter 638: Showdown with the Northern Emperor
The monkey, as if cast from pure gold, shimmered with brilliant golden fur, fiery golden eyes, and in his hand a pitch-black great staff that reached up to the heavens and down to the earth.
Ye Fan recognized it at once—this was the terrifying fierce weapon that had been cut out from the Divine Source, a weapon that had once pierced through more than one Primordial King and drunk the blood of supreme kings.
Although the divine spirit within the fierce weapon had fallen into slumber, there was still a terrifying demonic nature about it. Once awakened, it would be incomparably formidable.
The spear tip had been ground off by the monkey, now transformed into a pitch-black iron staff. Though pitted and scarred, it was difficult to break, and no one knew how many tens of thousands of jun it weighed, causing even the void to collapse under its pressure.
The identity of the Primordial Holy Prince was too sensitive, and he himself was so powerful. Now that the ancient clans were about to emerge, who dared to provoke him? Many people's eyelids twitched.
The two ancient creatures reluctantly kowtowed to Ye Fan in apology, causing Wang Teng, who stood in the distance as their master, to narrow his eyes, his sword-like brows shooting upward.
"If you're not convinced, come over and die!" Ye Fan declared, taking large strides forward. Pillars of dragon energy burst forth from the ground, piercing through the earth's surface.
The others were astonished. Could Ye Fan, daring to battle the Northern Emperor, actually have a chance of victory? Everyone's gaze turned toward him.
"He's grown quickly. In just a few years, he can contend with the older generation. No wonder he's the Sacred Body."
In only a few years, Ye Fan's combat power had increased dramatically. People believed that if he continued at this rate, it wouldn't be long before few could suppress him.
"Then I'll grant your wish. I'll stain my Imperial Sword with your sacred blood!" Wang Teng approached, his steps steady, holding the golden sacred sword. From a great distance, he slashed toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan remained calm. With a stomp of his foot, Source Heaven patterns flickered, corresponding with the stars in the sky, flowing in waves.
"Pop"
Suddenly, the earth split open, and a true dragon surged upward. Its cyan scales glittered, its dragon body thick and massive, its giant claws gleaming with cold light—majestic and unstoppable.
"A true dragon!"
"Though we know it's formed from dragon energy, it's so lifelike, so real. There's no difference from a living creature."
This cyan dragon stretched its body horizontally, slashing like a cyan blade as it collided with the Heavenly Emperor Sword, producing a blinding flash of light.
Wang Teng snorted coldly, advancing with large strides, raising his sword in a diagonal slash. But the cyan dragon did not perish. It leaped upward, striking forward, once again blocking his path.
"Mere external force. Useless against me. Once I cut through all of this, it will be your time to die!" Wang Teng's black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his gaze sharp.
Ye Fan remained composed. With a soft cry, hundreds and thousands of cyan dragons burst forth from underground, each as solid as flesh and blood, incomparably powerful.
Behind him, many Saint Lords finally changed color. Such an attack made even them feel dizzy. This was the power of the Qinling Great Dragon, and Ye Fan could summon it at will.
Two... a few dozen were one thing, but now hundreds and thousands—the attack power was astonishing. Ten thousand dragons vied for supremacy, spitting out divine pearls.
Ouyang Ye and the others all changed color. The mysteries of Source Art were endless. This was the unique secret method recorded in the Source Heaven Scroll, drawing upon the dragon source, making them both envious and jealous.
"In this place, the Sacred Body truly can fight the Northern Emperor!"
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, the Great Xia Prince, Princess Yueling, and others were all moved. There were too few among the younger generation who dared to raise their blades against Wang Teng, yet now Ye Fan wanted to kill the Northern Emperor!
The hearts of various sect leaders trembled. In this place, one had to be extremely careful. If the Sacred Body used Source Art to kill them, there would be no place to cry for help.
"Source Art is this terrifying? It can slay Saint Lord-rank figures!"
Ten thousand dragons emerged together, cyan lightning bolts one after another, thunder shaking the nine heavens. The entire area was filled with swirling dragon energy.
Wang Teng fought with great sweeping movements, charging and killing amidst the ten thousand dragons. But the dragon power was inexhaustible. When one dragon was cut down, another would appear. Dragon shadows were everywhere.
"Break for me!" He roared, gripping his sword, unleashing the full power of his laws. All the dragon bodies shattered.
"Suppress!" Ye Fan also shouted loudly, forming hand seals, slashing through the void. Nine ancient characters leaped forth from his fingertips one after another.
The Dao Scripture contained nine mysterious ancient characters that could suppress oneself and achieve eternity. Profound and unfathomable, Ye Fan had been studying them.
In the past, he had used them against enemies, but he couldn't fully comprehend them. Now, with endless dragon power available to borrow here, it was equivalent to having vast dharma power.
At this moment, he naturally thought of this divine art. These were nine Emperor characters, possessing mysterious and marvelous power that only a Human Clan Great Emperor could recognize.
One by one, the ancient characters leaped out, forming a cage in the air. Nine characters sealing the heavens—no one recognized their meaning.
"Nine Emperor characters intersecting into a cage—too mysterious!" The crowd exclaimed.
The nine characters descended, slowly closing in. A small world appeared, as if opening up heaven and earth, flowing with chaotic mist. All this power was provided by the Qinling Great Dragon.
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi and Princess Yueling's beautiful eyes shimmered with strange light. Ye Fan truly wanted to suppress the Northern Emperor—this was truly astonishing.
Many older figures were horrified. A cultivator at the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation, borrowing the power of the Qinling Great Dragon, displayed such a supreme divine art. It was too terrifying.
"Buzz"
The world cage was about to close. Wang Teng finally changed color. A thunderous roar erupted from his tongue, sending forth a divine sound. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened, like a star domain flickering between existence and extinction.
Nine ancient characters shot forth from his eyes, each one terrifying, seemingly capable of shaking heaven and earth!
Ye Fan was startled. The other party definitely possessed an ancient scripture. These were also nine Emperor characters, comparable to the nine characters he controlled.
Moreover, Wang Teng's strength was astonishing. He had comprehended them to a considerable degree, refining the nine ancient characters into his eyes—a chilling thought.
"Could his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye have been cultivated this way?"
The void trembled violently. The clash of eighteen Emperor characters produced terrifying fluctuations. The small world being opened continued to evolve, but Wang Teng used his own nine characters to charge out.
The crowd was horrified. Ye Fan truly had the power to fight Wang Teng in this place. It was no empty claim. At the very least, he was not at a disadvantage now.
After the two separated, they did not immediately rush together. Both stood in midair.
"Thump," "Thump"...
On the other side, the monkey raised his furry big feet and gave a fierce stomping. Right in front of Wang Teng, he trampled the two ancient creatures, making them wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.
"Shameful things. Being someone's slaves—I blush for your king. Go find a piece of tofu and crash yourselves to death." This wasn't just stomping on two ancient creatures; it was clearly slapping Wang Teng's face.
"Enough!" The Northern Emperor shouted, moving with dragon-like steps and tiger-like strides, holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword upside down as he approached, his gaze deep as the starry sky.
The monkey glanced at him sideways, stepping on the two ancient creatures, pointing his black iron staff forward. "Get the hell out of my way!"
His words were exactly the same as Ye Fan's.
In the immortal soil, everyone was shocked. In this day and age, who dared to rebuke Wang Teng? Even top Saint Lords were intimidated, and no one dared to provoke him.
But the monkey, like Ye Fan, didn't take him seriously at all. He would strike with his iron staff at the slightest provocation, completely unafraid of someone with the bearing of an emperor.
"Clang"
Who was Wang Teng? Someone who now possessed the bearing of an emperor. Even the ancient Great Emperors in their youth were no more than this! He immediately drew his sacred sword, pointing it at the monkey's throat.
"You dare point at me?" The monkey had a fierce temper. His pitch-black great staff "thumped" as it struck the ground, causing the entire immortal soil to tremble.
One was the Primordial Holy Prince, the other was called the reincarnation of the Human Clan Ancient Emperor. If these two collided, it would truly be a comet striking the earth.
"Buzz"
The monkey attacked without warning. Gripping his black iron staff, he swung it down. Black light swept through, and all things moved. This was pure power—fierce and domineering.
Wang Teng's black hair draped over his shoulders. He did not retreat. Holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword, he also slashed forward, as if possessing the power to open heaven and earth! Around him, true dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises appeared—a shocking sight.
With a great tremor, everyone present was terrified. They were pushed back by a hurricane-like force. Many flew up like scarecrows.
Several great figures at the first level of the Immortal Platform coughed blood because they stood too close and were impacted, all of them injured.
The monkey attacked, and the Northern Emperor met him. Their fierce battle could be described as mountains collapsing and seas roaring. Two peerless figures of the younger generation vying for supremacy captured everyone's attention.
"Clang!"
Another strike. The monkey's black iron staff was unmatched. His divine strength was overwhelming, causing the Heavenly Emperor Sword to whimper in lament. Wang Teng's arm went numb.
In ancient times, when ten thousand clans stood side by side, the Battle-Saint Ape clan, though scarce with only two or three members, was renowned throughout the world for their combat prowess, known as the Battle-Saint Clan.
Wang Teng's expression was indifferent. His golden sacred sword rose again, unleashing endless laws. The heavens dimmed, and one great star after another rotated, pushed forward by the sword's edge.
At this moment, dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony, swirling around Wang Teng, radiating ten thousand zhang of light. He was like an ancient emperor reborn, pushing the stars of the heavens, pressing down on the monkey.
The monkey inhaled the essence of the sun, using his dharma form divine ability to fight. Towering between heaven and earth, he swung his staff, shattering one star with each strike, startling many until their faces turned pale.
One force breaking ten thousand laws!
His combat power made many sect leaders' scalps tingle and their minds waver. This monkey was too strong. One staff strike could kill a Great Power.
Such a person simply couldn't be confronted head-on. One could only use vast dharma power to deal with him. Otherwise, one staff strike would shatter even a Saint Lord's bones and tendons.
The monkey swung his iron staff, smashing one hundred and eight stars in one breath before letting out a long roar, leaping forward, unstoppable.
The iron staff came down, colliding with the sacred sword, producing continuous clanging sounds. Many people screamed, covering their ears. Some cultivators had blood flowing from both ears.
Wang Teng blocked with the Heavenly Emperor Sword, bearing mountain-like pressure. Each of the monkey's strikes felt like an entire sky pressing down, making his entire body feel like it was splitting apart.
He retreated nine consecutive steps, his body trembling violently. If not for the Heavenly Emperor Sword being a divine object, it would have long since snapped. He felt the monkey's fierceness and dominance.
"This monkey is too strong. Even the Northern Emperor has to avoid his edge. No wonder he's called the Battle-Saint Clan. In terms of pure strength, no one can compare!"
"The only son of the ancient Holy Emperor, an invincible bloodline inheritance—truly terrifying. This monkey's physical age isn't great, yet he has such power."
Everyone was shocked. Various sect leaders muttered to themselves. Could this monkey match his old father and grow into a Battle Saint Emperor of his generation?!
The monkey pressed his advantage, each staff strike fiercer than the last. Operating a heavenly art, he delivered a full eighty-one strikes. If not for the Transformation Immortal Pool and the dragon cave still spewing divine radiance, this place would have been sunk eighty-one times over.
Mountains and rivers, heaven and earth—nothing could withstand a single staff strike. It was enough to collapse endless mountain ranges into dust.
Wang Teng retreated a full eighty-one steps. His tiger's mouth had split open, blood dripping down drop by drop. In terms of strength, no one could rival the monkey.
"You call yourself the Northern Emperor? Better put that title away. Your tone is quite arrogant. You want to kill this one and slay that one? I'll send you on your way instead!" The monkey shouted.
"Hmph"
Wang Teng snorted coldly, saying little, and began a fierce counterattack.
Although his strength could compare with the young emperors of old, his opponent was a true Holy Prince, especially supreme in physical body. He truly couldn't match him in strength.
However, Wang Teng was no ordinary person. He could compare with the bearing of ancient emperors and could be the protagonist of an era in Human Clan history. He naturally had extraordinary qualities.
Now, he attacked with secret arts, laws, and such. The Heavenly Emperor Sword was like a rainbow. As soon as he struck, the heavens and earth were flooded with divine radiance. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises all appeared.
He let out a great roar, charging forward to kill. Carrying invincible might, he forced the monkey back eighty-one steps. Each sword strike was stronger than the last, its edge piercing the heavens.
The Northern Emperor's power also exceeded everyone's imagination. Though his tiger's mouth was injured, it didn't affect his combat power. He could still resist the monkey.
The two fought fiercely, neither yielding, extremely intense!
"Brother Monkey, let me take his life!" Ye Fan spoke, drawing upon the most primal dragon power of the Qinling Mountains, preparing to strike.
Everyone was speechless. Who was the Northern Emperor? Someone who now possessed the bearing of an emperor. Yet two people had jumped out one after another, both declaring they would kill him.
One was the Primordial Holy Prince, the other the Human Clan Sacred Body. Both were extraordinary figures of their kind.