Chapter 677: Battle Against Wang Teng
Before the Heavenly Gate, clouds and mists rose, auspicious vapors blazed, and five-colored mists filled the air. Ye Fan's words were forceful and resounding, striking straight into people's hearts and deafening their ears.
"I will slay him!"
These four words were like four heavenly swords pressing against people's hearts, causing everyone to shudder and tremble.
The power of confidence, an unstoppable momentum, made people feel a kind of firmness that could shatter anything—a strange and mighty force.
"Arrogant nonsense!"
Wang Chengkun pondered deeply. He sensed something unusual. Ye Fan was too domineering and confident. He spoke before Wang Teng could and even pressed forward aggressively.
He was a top-tier figure, with cultivation that shook the world. Even among sect leader-rank figures, he was a renowned name that few could match, having experienced countless battles.
"Father, let me handle this. Today, sacred blood will be drained, and he will fall dead at my feet. In this great era where kings rise together, he will be the first name erased from the path of the Great Emperor!" Wang Teng said coldly, driving his golden ancient war chariot forward.
"I've been waiting for a long time!" Ye Fan replied.
"Little Leaf..." Ji Ziyue grabbed his sleeve, her lively eyes filled with worry. Ye Fan's arrival made her happy, but she knew courage alone wasn't enough. The Northern Emperor was truly too powerful, unmatched among the younger generation.
The golden ancient war chariot, engraved with sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, including all living things, seemed capable of suppressing all realms. It galloped forward, its radiance drowning heaven and earth. The Northern Emperor sat at its center, with true dragons and divine phoenixes dancing above, intertwining in brilliance.
Everyone was astonished. Wang Teng truly possessed an imperial bearing at this moment. His aura of "none but me" and "I alone am supreme" was awe-inspiring, making even many senior figures unable to meet his gaze.
"What's there to be so cocky about?!" At that moment, a discordant voice rang out. Pang Bo spoke, "Isn't it just a broken chariot? Back in the day, I had one too. Sure, it only had two wheels, but it was a famous 'Flying Pigeon' brand!"
Those present naturally didn't know he was referring to a beat-up bicycle where everything rattled except the bell, but they understood it wasn't a compliment.
Pang Bo explained the "Flying Pigeon" brand, and Li Heishui and the others burst into laughter. The Wang family members were furious. Wang Chengkun sneered with contempt, "My son has a heaven-defying bearing. You frogs at the bottom of a well, what are you boasting about?"
"Don't provoke me. Everyone knows my son is Wang Teng!"
"Dare to oppose me? My son will show up. His surname is Wang, and his name is 'Eight-Lamb Teng.' He has the bearing of a Great Emperor!"
Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and Jiang Huairen mocked in unison. Regardless of anything else, from this day forward, "My son is Wang Teng" would become famous throughout the world.
The Northern Emperor drove his war chariot forward, golden light blotting out the sun. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises guarded the four directions. Everywhere was filled with clouds and mists, making him like a central emperor.
At this moment, Wang Teng's gaze was icy cold. His thick black hair cascaded over his chest and back. His towering physique exuded a sense of oppression, gripping people's hearts as he swept his gaze over everyone.
"Sacred Body, what qualifies you to fight me?" His words were not loud, but they spread to every corner, heard by all within hundreds of li.
"What are you? Do I need to list qualifications to slay you?!" Ye Fan shouted back, matching his intensity. He stepped forward step by step, like an eternal war god, his entire body flowing with radiance, pure and flawless. The world around him trembled with his steps.
Many people couldn't enter the Ji Family because they lacked the qualifications, but they heard from outside the mountain, causing an uproar. People knew that a battle between the Northern Emperor and the Sacred Body was inevitable.
News spread instantly to all parts of the Southern Domain. A great storm was brewing, with countless people watching and anticipating this battle.
"Slay Wang Teng! Slay this false emperor! Does he really think he's a reincarnated ancient emperor? He's just a madman!" Pang Bo shouted fearlessly, stirring up a commotion.
"Slay the false emperor! Slay the 'Eight-Lamb Teng' of the Northern Plains!" Li Heishui, Liu Kou, and others echoed, their voices shaking the clouds and stirring up the atmosphere.
"Everyone, please remain calm and restrained." An elder of the Ji Family stood up, not wanting a fight within the Ji Family, as everyone was a guest here.
"Brother Ji, we're not looking for trouble, but the Sacred Body has come to provoke us. We have no choice but to kill him." Wang Teng's father, Wang Chengkun, spoke.
"Utter nonsense! You provoked first, and now you're blaming others? Is this the Wang Family's way of doing things?" Pang Bo retorted bluntly.
The Wang Family members were furious. As an ancient aristocratic clan, no one had ever dared to show such disrespect, repeatedly targeting them. Even the Demon Emperor's successor couldn't do this.
"What, do you want to kill me?" Pang Bo sneered.
"I'll kill you first!" A Wang Family expert rushed out, requesting the Ji Family elder to provide a venue to settle the dispute.
"Since it's come to this, let them resolve it themselves. Otherwise, they'll just leave and fight elsewhere." The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji Family spoke, hoping the Wang Family would kill Ye Fan.
Many distinguished guests also spoke up, requesting permission for the battle. They had come specifically to witness the Sacred Body's duel with the Northern Emperor and didn't want it to end quietly. They all wanted to see a dragon-and-tiger struggle.
The Saint Lord of the Ji Family looked at Red Dragon Daoist and the Wang Family's choices. Seeing no objections, he nodded and agreed to provide a venue for the fight.
The place immediately became noisy, then bustling with voices. Before the Heavenly Gate, where mists surged, an open space was cleared, and a hidden martial arena appeared.
"I'll kill him first!" A Wang Family expert strode forward, charging at Pang Bo, ready to attack.
"Who do you think you're killing?!" Ye Fan took a step, holding the bronze coffin, and immediately blocked his path.
"Naturally, I'm killing him!" This was a Great Power, though only recently ascended to the second level of the Immortal Platform. But with his realm established, he moved as if through an empty land, intending to kill Pang Bo first.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan said nothing. He acted, blocking the path, channeling his full strength, holding the bronze coffin, and stepping with the Stride Art to strike down.
Wang Teng's father and others didn't stop him. They intended to let this man test Ye Fan's strength, as they were also uncertain.
"Demon-Subduing Formation!" The man shouted, spitting out thirty-six bronze lamps from his mouth. Each flickered like ghost fire, emitting greenish light, trapping Ye Fan inside.
Each bronze lamp was a sacred sword, its flame a sword aura mixed with strands of chaotic mist, extremely terrifying, with super-destructive power.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. This was a secret treasure, absolutely powerful, far surpassing ordinary Saint Lord weapons. Anything with chaotic energy was bound to be a treasure.
However, the terrifying attacks struck the bronze coffin with a clanging sound, having no effect. The coffin's patterns shimmered with clear light, extinguishing all attacks.
"Boom!"
At the same time, Ye Fan, like a divine being, took a step, shaking heaven and earth. The bronze coffin was incredibly heavy, but after channeling his golden blood energy, he swung it and slammed it down heavily.
Crushing the heavens!
This astonishing momentum gave a momentary illusion, as if an eternal deity had descended to slay demons, his body blazing with golden light, swallowing the world.
The bronze coffin shattered all laws, destroyed all spirits. Once it moved, nothing could stop it. Its rust-covered patterns flowed with mysterious clear light, breaking everything.
Ahead, all the bronze lamps shattered under this blow, becoming bronze fragments. Dao patterns were erased, flames extinguished, and they ceased to exist.
The Wang Family expert spat out a stream of primal essence, using great power to activate over a dozen secret techniques. They descended like a vast blue sky, opposing the ancient coffin.
But what was terrifying was that whether it was magical treasures or techniques formed from primal essence, they were all like paper, broken through again and again!
"Pfft!"
A spray of blood shot up. Ye Fan swung the bronze coffin down, smashing a Great Power into a pulp!
At first, the scene was dead silent, then it erupted into chaos. A Wang Family Great Power had been killed, so thoroughly and cleanly. How could they save face?
Moreover, people realized that the Sacred Body could indeed fight the Northern Emperor. This would be a shocking duel, not one-sided, with grand scenes to come.
Wang Chengkun's expression darkened. He transmitted a message, "Did you notice? The bronze coffin's dao patterns are strange. They sealed the void. Once locked on, dodging was impossible!"
They had discovered a terrifying fact: this weapon was at least a king-rank divine weapon, having initially birthed the power of divine weapon laws.
"Wang Teng, how long will you hide?" Ye Fan shouted, leaning on the coffin. The scene was strange yet awe-inspiring. By now, everyone was shocked. Sect leaders were wary. The Sacred Body had grown too fast, now unstoppable.
Ji Ziyue's bright eyes and white teeth revealed a joyful smile, her worries swept away. She looked like a lively purple-clad spirit.
The Southern Demon's expression was solemn. His eyes emitted an eerie light as he stared at the small bronze coffin. He recognized it as originating from the same source as the giant coffin in the Ancient Forbidden Land.
His sister, Qi Huoshui, whose beauty toppled nations and captivated all, was graceful and stunning. Her eyes sparkled with strange light as she watched, full of curiosity.
On the other side, the Young Master of the Divine Spirit Valley, Zi Tiandu, frowned, staring at the bronze coffin as if lost in distant memories. His sister, peerlessly beautiful with purple hair cascading down her shoulders, had a slender figure. Her purple eyes were filled with divine radiance, also showing strangeness.
In the distance, the monkey stood holding his great staff, his fiery golden eyes fixed on the scene. He sat down on a chair, relieved.
Additionally, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi was also present. Her bright eyes flickered with five-colored brilliance, focused on the battlefield.
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Many of the younger generation had come, and senior figures also took it seriously. Red Dragon, Bat King, Crane King, the Great Bandits, and many sect leaders were all shaken.
The golden war chariot rumbled. The Northern Emperor's killing intent was fully revealed, his black hair dancing wildly. He arrived at the center of the arena, standing opposite Ye Fan. From this point, the battle was inevitable.
"I will definitely kill you beneath my chariot, to honor the spirits of my Wang Family, and erase your name from the world!" The Northern Emperor was enraged. Ye Fan had repeatedly wounded the Wang Family, filling him with killing intent as cold as winter.
Ye Fan said nothing. He turned to Ji Ziyue and said, "I'll slay him for you now."
"Arrogant! He's pushing himself into the abyss of death. He won't survive today."
The Wang Family members spoke out one after another, berating Ye Fan and cheering for the Northern Emperor.
"Sacred Body, your life has reached its end. What right do you have to be compared to our clan's imperial son? At best, you're just a stepping stone!"
"The so-called invincibility of the Sacred Body upon great accomplishment has its conditions. It works only in eras without a Great Emperor. To be born in the same age as someone with the bearing of a reincarnated ancient emperor is his tragedy!"
Ye Fan and the Northern Emperor clashed. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged a single move, which no one could clearly see. A sound like an ancient sacrificial chant rang out, echoing across all realms.
"Boom!"
Endless void collapsed, completely shattering. Countless black abysses appeared, connecting to eternal unknown places. Sounds like mountains collapsing and seas roaring erupted, with stars flickering—the boundless universe!
This was Wang Teng's strike. Like an ancient emperor, his eyes were filled with endless illusions. He stood against an eternal starry sky, dazzling and brilliant.
True dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises all appeared, filling the starry sky, manifesting in reality. They were terrifying beyond measure, with endless divine light flooding the area.
Many sect leaders were horrified. Such a terrifying strike was hard even for them to withstand. The Northern Emperor had grown to a level that shocked everyone.
Ye Fan stepped with the Stride Art, traversing eternal void, appearing in another realm, unharmed, holding the bronze coffin.
Wang Chengkun was very confident, saying, "All struggles are futile. Under my son's shocking combat power, the Sacred Body is nothing. He will stain the sacred ground with blood, fall dead at Teng'er's feet, and be erased, becoming a pile of bones on my son's imperial path."
Before he finished speaking, an even more astonishing battle began. Wang Teng wielded the Heavenly Emperor Sword, driving the golden war chariot, using two ancient weapons to suppress Ye Fan.
At the same time, his eyes emitted two divine beams. His martial heavenly eyes opened, indestructible, beginning to erase Ye Fan's physical form.
This strike shook heaven and earth. The space between them was almost drowned in a sea of divine power. The arena was nearly boiling!
"Clang!"
Ye Fan swung the bronze coffin, colliding with the golden war chariot and the Heavenly Emperor Sword. The sound echoed across the four seas. Many cried out, their ears bleeding as they retreated.
The suspended divine island was instantly pierced through. Wang Teng and his golden war chariot were smashed down, sending dust and smoke into the sky.
Moreover, the martial heavenly eyes failed to achieve their goal. Inside Ye Fan's brow, a small golden figure, with the Primordial Qi Cauldron above its head and a small black gourd in its arms, blew outward with force.
From deep within the small black gourd, a dazzling divine light shot out, like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation, cutting through heaven and earth!
To outsiders, it seemed a vertical eye had opened on Ye Fan's brow. The divine light shattered the radiance of the martial heavenly eyes and shot forward.
"Chi!"
This creation-opening divine light pierced through Wang Teng's forearm, igniting a blazing fire with terrifying temperatures.
"Pfft!"
Wang Teng was extremely decisive. He raised the Heavenly Emperor Sword and swung it down. Blood light flashed as he severed his own left forearm, blood spraying far and wide.
"Teng'er!" Wang Chengkun shouted. Just moments ago, he had claimed that with his son's appearance, the Sacred Body wouldn't even qualify as a stepping stone and would be slain. But now, his Northern Emperor had lost an arm first.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood in midair, the bronze coffin floating and sinking. The void flickered uncertainly, making him look as if he stood in the ancient universe.