Chapter 730: Resonance of Humanity
Several ancient inheritances of the human race had sent representatives from all three generations—old, middle-aged, and young. There were peerless old overlords, middle-aged mighty masters, divine maidens, and princesses alike.
Their expressions all stiffened. Insulting a five-year-old child's ancestor as a servant was a veiled insult to the ancient human emperor. To them, this was also a humiliation.
"You're nothing but a crawling insect, daring to claim that the ancient human emperor was your family's servant? That's sheer audacity, an outrage that gods and men alike would condemn. Are you provoking all of humanity?" Ye Fan's voice was stern and fierce as he shouted.
The ancient human sage emperors held a special height and status in historical records, regarded as the common ancestors of humanity in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain. Insulting them to their faces made even the great immortal inheritances lose face.
"Everyone reveres the Sun Ancient Emperor, and all races look up to him. I would never dare show the slightest disrespect. I was only speaking about this child. He is not a descendant of the ancient emperor and does not carry imperial blood. What is wrong with what I said?" the Nine-Headed Jiao King argued.
Ye Fan stood up abruptly, his expression solemn and commanding, inspiring awe. He spoke with righteous indignation, shouting, "Dare you say that again? This child's ancestor was your servant—do you truly dare to say it out loud?!"
Standing on the ground of righteousness, he deliberately raised his voice to a thunderous roar, akin to the Buddhist Lion's Roar. It was infused with his essence, spirit, and powerful will, resounding like a great bell or drum, stirring both body and mind.
Many were influenced by his will, seeing his righteous demeanor and resonating with him. In that moment, it was as if ancient sages had awakened, joining in a unified shout.
An immense pressure bore down on the Nine-Headed Jiao King—the collective will of all those resonating, an unconscious outpouring of intent from many powerful beings.
This was a crushing, unstoppable, all-breaking force of belief, a unified roar against the Nine-Headed Jiao King!
Ye Fan advanced with this sweeping momentum, each step shaking the Five-Colored Divine Land, as if the human common ancestor himself were rebuking.
"Dare you say it again?!"
Ye Fan took nine steps forward and shouted nine times. Each cry shook heaven and earth, rumbling like thunder, imbued with supreme authority. He descended like a deity!
The Nine-Headed Jiao King was crushed into silence, unable to utter a single word. Even with his heaven-defying divine abilities, he could not oppose such a force of belief.
He retreated nine steps, each step coughing up a mouthful of blood, suffering an unimaginable spiritual oppression.
Faced with Ye Fan's interrogation, he could not speak, only retreat, his face flushed red, spitting blood, overwhelmed by a great momentum.
Everyone was horrified. Ye Fan's methods were extraordinary. With a single roar of the Dao's divine sound, he stirred resonance among many humans. The shout struck straight at the heart, and the power of belief cut through all—who could withstand it?
Ye Fan descended like a heavenly god, unstoppable and majestic. He raised his right fist, gathering the supreme fist intent of the Six Paths Reincarnation, preparing to strike.
"Crack!"
The Nine-Headed Jiao King shattered the Five-Colored Jade Platform beneath him, flipping backward and vanishing like a fragment of colored mist, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
"Reverse Dragon Ascending Heavenly Ladder!" a living fossil exclaimed, recognizing this heaven-ascending step.
At that moment, people gradually snapped out of it, ceasing their resonance with Ye Fan. The terrifying Dao sound faded, and the Five-Colored Divine Land fell silent.
Everyone shuddered. Ye Fan had nearly subdued his enemy without a fight, leveraging righteousness and subtle Dao sounds to resonate and kill.
"You... used trickery!" the Nine-Headed Jiao King finally caught his breath, furious.
Ye Fan was regretful. This enemy was indeed powerful, having managed to break free from the indestructible force of belief even under such circumstances.
The venue fell silent, with no one speaking for a long time. Such methods were both terrifying and brilliant—how many could achieve them?
The Nine-Headed Jiao King's expression was extremely grim. It wasn't that his combat power was lacking; he had been overwhelmed by a great momentum, and no one could resist such a crushing force!
Ye Fan sat calmly behind the jade table, composed, and said, "What's the matter? Can't say it, or don't dare to?"
He shouted loudly, his face stern and righteous. This expression infuriated the Nine-Headed Jiao King, who saw it as trickery deserving of death.
"Who do you think you are? Even the host, Old Turtle Xuanwu, hasn't said anything, yet you come to lecture. Insulting our human sage emperor—do you want to make enemies of the entire world?" Ye Fan sat behind the jade table, his face full of authority, speaking loudly.
People watched in silence. In this first clash, Ye Fan had gained the absolute upper hand, but it didn't reflect his true combat strength.
A remarkably heroic man from the Golden Crow Clan stepped forward. He had the bearing of a dragon and tiger, eyes like lightning, and golden disheveled hair. This was a formidable figure of the Golden Crow Clan.
He had inherited an ancient human Dao tradition and taken the Dao name Red Sun. He was the youngest brother of the invincible Golden Crow Clan King, with an exceptionally high seniority and terrifying strength. He held great weight in the clan and was the "youngest" giant.
"He is Red Sun Daoist! He has come out of seclusion—the most favored younger brother of the invincible Golden Crow King!"
"He is not old; he is the youngest uncle of the ten Golden Crow princes!"
Someone recognized Red Sun. He was clearly famous, being the "youngest" giant of the Golden Crow Clan with an extraordinary status.
"Using trickery is no real skill!" Red Sun spoke.
"Is this trickery? This is the way of a sage—unity of heaven and man, using every blade of grass, every tree, everything in heaven and earth. If this is trickery, you try it!" Ye Fan remained unmoved, sitting behind the jade table as he spoke.
A black mist surged as the Yin-Yang Divine Son stood in eternal darkness, the bone-chilling Yin-Yang sacred power roiling. His voice was equally icy: "Come out and fight."
"Fighting you would dirty my hands." Ye Fan sat high above, looking down, and said, "You are human, yet you want to kill the descendant of the sage emperor, colluding with the Golden Crow Clan. What kind of creature are you?"
Everyone present was stunned. Ye Fan showed no mercy, facing three great experts alone, ruthlessly scolding them without any restraint.
"I forgot, the bloodline of the Yin-Yang Ancient Emperor was wiped out like this. Though you call yourselves the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, you usurped the orthodox inheritance, harmed the ancient emperor's lineage, and stole their place." Ye Fan spoke without fear, exposing old wounds.
This was a disgraceful chapter in the current Yin-Yang Divine Sect's history—killing the bloodline of the Yin-Yang Ancient Emperor to establish their own inheritance, filled with bloodshed and betrayal.
Being publicly shamed and reminded of this dishonorable past, the Yin-Yang Divine Son's face turned ashen. For years, the Yin-Yang Divine Sect had flourished, and no one dared speak of it.
"Ye, come and die!"
"Come out and fight!"
"Let's settle this in the sea!"
The Nine-Headed Jiao King, Red Sun, and the Yin-Yang Divine Son all shouted, eager to engage Ye Fan immediately and cut him down.
People were shaken. Each of these three was a heaven-gifted talent, among the most terrifying young experts of the current era.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King was an undefeated rising expert of the North Sea, never having tasted defeat. Even living fossils couldn't handle him, causing all current sect masters to be wary.
Red Sun, the youngest brother of the invincible Golden Crow King, was renowned across the world, having inherited a human Dao tradition and being unstoppable in his valor.
The Yin-Yang Divine Son needed no introduction. He was a sworn brother of Yin Tiande, hailed as one of the most terrifying figures of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain.
These men were hailed as heaven-gifted prodigies, each invincible in their own domain, with no outsiders able to match them. The younger generation of the world revered them.
"If you want me to take your heads, go kneel outside the island and wait. Today is Old Turtle Xuanwu's birthday, and I don't want to disrupt his feast."
When Ye Fan said this, not only did the three prodigies rage, but others also felt he was too arrogant. With the most terrifying young experts gathered, any cultivator below the Severing Dao of Immortal Stage Three would fall in battle.
People believed Ye Fan could fight any one of them individually, being a prodigy of the same caliber, but such arrogance seemed excessive.
"On Old Turtle Xuanwu's birthday, let's keep the peace," the Black Dragon King spoke, then secretly transmitted to Ye Fan, "Brother Ye, come with me later. First, visit my North Sea Dragon Palace. These three are each more ruthless than the last."
Others also advised against fighting here, but more remained silent, all eager to witness a clash of dragons and tigers. This was a duel of extraordinary geniuses, and only a battle could determine the supreme king among them.
"Everyone, do an old man a favor. Today marks my three thousand six hundredth birthday. Let's avoid swords and blades," Old Turtle Xuanwu said.
"Since you've spoken, I wouldn't dare disturb your birthday feast—that would be a sin. But this matter cannot end peacefully. After the feast, I will settle things with them in the sea," Ye Fan said.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King, Red Sun, and the Yin-Yang Divine Son all sneered at Ye Fan. Since Old Turtle Xuanwu had spoken, they dared not offend him. A being who had lived three thousand six hundred years was enough to make even their clan leaders tremble.
The birthday feast began, which should have been lively and anticipated, given it was the birthday of a peerless ancient demon. Everyone was happy to come and build relations.
But now, people were restless, wishing the feast would end quickly so they could watch the kingly duel between Ye Fan and the others!
Everyone wanted to know who was truly the king of kings, who had the real right to aspire to the future number one divine throne.
On the jade tables, delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and brews, were all present. Yet people ate as if chewing wax, unable to sit still. The main parties, however, were very calm. Ye Fan, the Nine-Headed Jiao King, and the others drank and ate leisurely, utterly composed.
Ye Fan even poured a glass of wine for Little Tongtong, making the child's face flush red as he clamored for more, leaving everyone speechless.
It wasn't until Old Turtle Xuanwu ordered little demons to present the unique treasure of this ancient cave dwelling—the Black Tortoise Fruit—that people were captivated.
The emerald fruit, shaped like a small turtle, was the size of a pigeon egg, crystal clear, with an irresistible fragrance that made mouths water.
This was a specialty of the ancient cave dwelling, produced by the Black Tortoise Vine rooted in sea milk. It was greatly beneficial for cultivation but extremely rare, yielding only a few fruits a year. Thus, even honored guests received only one each.
Afterward, people immersed themselves in the festive atmosphere of the feast. While enjoying the Black Tortoise Fruit, a fairy maiden from Guanghan Palace performed a dance, breathtakingly beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
She was a junior sister of Yi Qingwu, second only to her in status. She was stunningly beautiful, her dance stirring the winds of heaven, graceful and moving, as if a celestial maiden had descended.
Yet people regretted that the divine maiden Yi Qingwu had not come, unable to witness her peerless beauty. It was a pity, as many were willing to kneel at her feet.
But soon, they were consoled. The Moon Poem Princess of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty was present, the second most beautiful woman of the era, who had once rivaled Yi Qingwu. She was a peerless beauty, a bright pearl that illuminated the entire island.
When the Moon Poem Princess of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty danced, many were captivated. Her singing stirred hearts, and people wished the feast could go on forever.
"Moon Poem will also go to the sea to watch the battle. I would like to play my zither and compose a melody for this world-shaking duel."
The feast had ended, but many were still entranced. Only when the Moon Poem Princess spoke softly did they awaken, only to find figures already rushing into the sky, heading toward the sea.
A world-shaking battle was inevitable!
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