# Chapter 652: The Saint Strikes Again
Ancient Great Emperor weapons stood in opposition, five in total—something unprecedented throughout history. If they were all to fully revive and collide, the consequences would be unimaginable! The Central Province land would sink, even permanently disappear. This was no exaggeration; it was highly possible.
"You really think that combining two Imperial weapons allows you to command the world?" Old Blind Man rolled his eyes, no longer showing only whites, his gaze sharp and piercing as he sneered coldly.
Now, three Imperial weapons against two held absolute dominance. There was nothing to fear.
"Do you truly wish to wage war? Since the Ancient Era, there has never been a confrontation of five Imperial weapons. If it happens, it will punch several great holes in the heavens." The Imperial Lord of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty spoke.
"You brought this upon yourselves. Who else can you blame?" Peacock King said coldly. His features were elegant and ethereal, but he carried the momentum of one who could dominate the world.
"The Green Copper is a supreme treasure of the Central Province. Outsiders cannot possibly take it away. Even if you hold three Imperial weapons, it's useless. Don't think the Central Province has only these two!" The hidden figure spoke, his tone very tough.
"Boom!"
Old Blind Man activated the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar, instantly releasing a strand of Extreme Dao weapon might. It was like a million volcanoes erupting, pressing forward with unparalleled force.
"You say you want to keep people, you want to keep the Green Copper block, and you want to threaten us?!" Each sentence was louder than the last, until at the end it rumbled like thunder from the Nine Heavens.
"Don't even think about taking the people. If you want the Green Copper block, go find it in the Immortal Pool yourselves. Trying to rob us now is nothing but a fool's dream!" Red Dragon Daoist's words rang like metal striking metal.
Both sides were furious and stubborn, with no intention of backing down. Five Imperial weapons awakening—this aura made this land feel like hell itself.
Several terrifying waves of energy burst forth, like tidal waves reaching the sky, breathtaking and heart-stopping. Those without Imperial weapons were like floating duckweed in a raging sea, their hearts pounding with fear.
"Sacred Lord of the Ji Family, what do you have to say?" The people of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty asked.
"Someone wants to kill our clan's outstanding disciple. This matter cannot be let go so easily." The Sacred Lord of the Ji Clan spoke calmly.
"I think you've already killed enough people, haven't you?" The hidden figure spoke coldly, carrying a chilling fluctuation.
"Not nearly enough!" Old Blind Man interjected, his gaze distant as he looked toward the Central Province.
Within the Five Great Domains, the immortal inheritances—Holy Lands, Divine Dynasties, ancient temples, and divine halls—all their preserved "foundations" trembled.
The ancient races, their strongest sleeping figures, suddenly awakened, their divine senses observing the Central Province from afar.
...
At this moment, the world shook. The strongest were all alarmed, none unafraid, all gazing toward the Qinling Mountains in the Central Province.
"The aura of an ancient Great Emperor!"
"Six Imperial weapons rising together. If they truly collide, it will be comparable to a Dark Age Calamity. Who knows how many living beings will perish? The Central Province will split apart!"
"Are we really going to fight? We will all become sinners for a thousand generations!" The people of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty spoke.
"You brought all this upon yourselves!" Peacock King said.
Their aggression was meant to force the opponent into submission, but when it came to actual confrontation, everyone hesitated. No one could bear such a catastrophe!
Because, according to legend, in ancient times, when Imperial weapons were used in battle, the combatants would generally choose to fight beyond the heavens. Otherwise, the earth would be destroyed.
But those were ancient saints—only those with such cultivation could leave this world and go beyond.
On this land, there were many barren places leveled by Imperial weapons, vast regions where all life had been wiped out. Unless absolutely necessary, no one would wage such a reckless war.
"Thump"
Terrible fluctuations spread. The six Imperial weapons restrained each other in pairs, ultimately not daring to strike. At this critical juncture, everyone was filled with dread.
"Kill the Sacred Body, leave the Green Copper block, and we'll pretend nothing happened." The hidden figure spoke.
"Why must we go to such lengths? Kill Ye Fan, and everything else can be discussed." The Sacred Lord of Wanchu spoke. He had no Imperial weapon, but as a Sacred Lord, his words carried weight.
"That's not right. Why must we kill the Sacred Body?" A Great Power of the Jiang Clan spoke, and the Lord of the Wind Clan also opposed.
The Demon Lord of the Southern Ridge, the Divine Monk of the Western Desert, the Giant of the Northern Plains, and other Sacred Lords of the Eastern Wasteland all stood at the ends of the void, watching everything from afar. All were figures of great origin.
At this point, Ye Fan showed no fear. In front of everyone, he poured Divine Spring for Li Heishui and the others, treating their injuries.
"Walk outward. Don't look back!" Suddenly, a voice came, indistinguishable as male or female.
Ye Fan's heart stirred. He strode outward, the two Green Copper blocks suspended above his head, flowing with emerald light, mist and clouds swirling.
"You still want to leave?!" The Sacred Lord of Zi Mansion spoke coldly from the end of the void, his voice carrying from afar.
"Sacred Lord of the Ji Family, take your little girl back, or we might accidentally hurt her." The Lord of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty spoke coldly.
"Old Blind Man, Red Dragon Daoist, take your juniors away too, or misunderstandings might occur later." The hidden figure also spoke coldly.
"Clang"
Suddenly, the Imperial weapons rang out. The Supreme Emperor Sword pierced the heavens, the Nine Li Diagram wildly fluttered, and another hidden Imperial weapon shattered the void!
"Who is it?!"
The three immortal inheritances—everyone was terrified. Someone had acted to disturb the Imperial weapons. This was too frightening. To achieve this, one must be a saint.
Moreover, they had likely mastered the Weapon Art, able to control all weapons under heaven. This posed an extreme threat to them!
"Which senior is here?" The three great powers were all alarmed. They weren't worried about their Extreme weapons being stolen, as they could be summoned back. Even with precautions, even an ancient saint would have no chance.
But in this delicate situation, with three other Imperial weapons threatening them, if another ancient saint appeared, they would definitely end in tragedy.
"Hum"
The Extreme Imperial weapons stirred. The Nine Li Diagram, the Supreme Emperor Sword, and others all leaped. Although they had taken precautions and the opponent couldn't seize them, they became very unstable.
"Whoosh"
Ye Fan shot out like a beam of light. The people of the three Divine Dynasties watched helplessly, none daring to activate their Extreme Imperial weapons, allowing him to flee into the distant sky.
"Cough..." Ye Fan heard a cough, very familiar. A voice sounded in his ear: "Old. Surviving this long is already a miracle. After striking twice, I have no strength left."
Ye Fan's heart pounded violently. There really was a saint in the Qinling Mountains, but his body was in bad shape, seemingly with little life left.
"Go." The voice came again.
"Could it be him?" Ye Fan activated the Stride Art, turning into a bolt of lightning as he fled into the distance, his speed astonishing, like a shadow of light.
"Little Leaf... are we out?" Ji Ziyue weakly opened her eyes and asked.
At the end of the endless void, others didn't know a saint had intervened. They were all shocked, wondering how he had suddenly broken free.
"You still want to leave even now?!" The Sacred Lord of Wanchu flew over, followed by a group of people.
Additionally, the Sacred Lord of Zi Mansion appeared with a group of Supreme Elders, surrounding him together.
"What do you mean by this?" The experts of the Jiang Clan and the Lord of the Wind Clan stepped forward, facing the people of the two Holy Lands.
"Boom!" Ji Ziyue activated her magic power, pouring it into Ye Fan. She saw the crisis of the situation.
"Ziyue, there's no need for this. At worst, I'll send everyone on their way!" Ye Fan's gaze was icy cold. He turned the Primordial Qi Cauldron upside down.
"Cough... I'm fine." Ji Ziyue's face was deathly pale.
In an instant, Ye Fan's body was filled with magic power. His eyes flashed with divine light as he charged forward to kill.
"Puff"
Blood light flickered. Ye Fan rushed through, instantly crushing a group of people. A Divine Source block fell from the cauldron, killing intent boundless.
"Ah..."
The Sacred Lord of Wanchu screamed, half his body shattered. He fled as if seeing a ghost.
"Puff"
The Sacred Lord of Zi Mansion also tried to seize the cauldron, not expecting something to fall from it. His chest was almost split in four, and he retreated frantically.
"Whoosh"
Ye Fan used the cauldron to retrieve the Divine Source block sealing the ancient saint, leaped over, swung the Nine Divine Weapons, and shook all the nearby Supreme Elders to death!
"What is that?" The Sacred Lord of Zi Mansion lost color, but found Ye Fan rushing toward him using the Stride Art.
The Sacred Lord of Wanchu came to assist. The two great experts struck together, but they were too heavily injured, having lost half their cultivation.
"Puff", "Puff"
Ye Fan tore off one arm from each of them, fled into the distance, and disappeared without looking back. The surrounding Great Powers wanted to act but couldn't—he was simply too fast.