# Chapter 772: Unrivaled Bravery
Wrote an extra thousand words, a four-thousand-word long chapter, a bit late.
Before the sacred soil, nine purple-gold divine lions were as massive as elephantine dragons. The war chariot they pulled was engraved with many ancient patterns, and the pile of divine source atop it was extremely astonishing.
At this moment, four fist-sized pieces of divine source fell off, making a few "ka" sounds that clearly spread across the battlefield, gripping everyone's hearts.
The roars of tens of thousands of barbarian troops seemed unable to match it, causing the vast battlefield to suddenly fall silent. All eyes were fixed on the war chariot.
These divine source pieces were not a single whole but were assembled together, submerging a white-haired old man within. He was majestic, sitting cross-legged inside.
"Dark King Ancestor!" The people of the Wang Clan were all excited, calling out loudly. Many devoutly prostrated themselves, wanting to awaken and revive the person within the divine source pile.
On the barbarian army's side, there was a deathly silence. No one spoke. They all stared fixedly at the divine source blocks ahead. Was a terrifying enemy about to awaken?
"Ka"
Another soft sound. A face-sized piece of divine source fell off and rolled to the ground. Although the white-haired old man within still showed no signs of life, it made the entire battlefield shudder with fear.
"Long live the Dark King Ancestor! Slay all great enemies, spread our immortal might!"
"Please, Dark King, make your move! Resolve our clan's calamity, annihilate all powerful foes, forge an invincible myth!"
"Heaven blesses our clan, eternal prosperity!"
The Wang Clan was boiling over. Everyone was shouting. Earlier, a great accomplished king had been slain by the Barbarian King, and Ye Fan had taken a great power's head amidst ten thousand troops, plunging their morale to its lowest point. Now, the awakening of a Dark King was a tremendous encouragement.
"Crack!"
This time, dozens of pieces of divine source fell off. Moreover, the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged within suddenly opened his eyes. A terrifying aura made heaven and earth tremble, and everyone's hearts quaked.
These hollow pupils had no radiance, like two black holes that could devour a person's soul—cold, ruthless, gloomy, and dark, without a trace of human emotion.
"Who disturbs my slumber? Has the clan reached a moment of life and death? Has such a day finally come?" The voice was ethereal and desolate, as if coming from the Nine Netherworlds.
"Ancestor, please make your move! A group of savages from the Southern Ridge is attacking. One of our clan's great accomplished kings has fallen in battle." A great power spoke with tears streaming down, kneeling on the ground.
"Has the Southern Ridge Barbarian Tribe truly become so powerful? Daring to casually attack an ancient aristocratic clan." The white-haired old man sitting cross-legged within the divine source pile spoke.
"It is because you yourselves were too domineering and arrogant. Three times your army invaded the Southern Ridge, seeking to massacre our tribe. Now we are merely mounting a proper counterattack to protect our people." The Barbarian Clan Chief shouted loudly.
"Protect our people! Trample the Northern Plains!" Tens of thousands of barbarian iron cavalry raised their war spears to the sky, shouting together with astonishing momentum.
"What a powerful ancient barbarian god of war tribe. Just as the legends say, where their blade points, even immortal dynasties must retreat." The Dark King within the divine source pile spoke, black mist spreading and gradually overflowing.
His voice slowly turned cold. Every word weighed ten thousand jun, crashing into the hearts of the barbarian warriors, seeking to shatter their primordial spirits. He said, "But do you truly believe you can destroy an ancient aristocratic clan? Are you not afraid of being completely annihilated here?"
Many barbarian warriors could not withstand this impact. They spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and some even fell from their mounts, never to rise again.
"Bang"
The Barbarian King took a step forward, and the sacred soil trembled violently!
In the distance, a stretch of mountains also collapsed. Many Wang Clan experts ahead spat out large mouthfuls of blood, bounced off the ground, and flew into the sky. Some even exploded into pieces.
"Isn't it just a Dark King? What's there to be fierce about? Do you think my barbarian tribe fears you? I can kill you myself." The Barbarian King was thin and withered, but his words were incredibly resolute, with the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers.
The Dark Body—a very terrifying constitution. Once it reached great accomplishment, it was called the Dark King, sweeping across the world with few rivals.
"The barbarian tribe is formidable, producing a legendary Barbarian King. But you, junior, are too arrogant." A voice came from within the divine source pile, and an invisible killing intent surged out.
"Clang"
Before the sacred soil, a burst of dazzling light erupted, colliding with a mass of dark light. That was the spiritual impact of two terrifying kings.
"Dark King, if you were a sage, I would turn and leave. But you are not. Stop acting old and arrogant. According to legend, you have been sitting in meditation for fifteen hundred years. I didn't expect you to be lingering on, suppressing yourself with divine source, trying to hold onto your last breath."
Ye Fan was astonished. From their words, he gradually learned that the Dark King was not as ancient as he had imagined but was a relatively recent powerhouse.
The Dark King was now over five thousand five hundred years old. Of course, this was not his true lifespan.
In fact, when he lived past four thousand years, his life essence was already running low. Then he sealed himself with divine source, carving dao patterns, hoping to achieve "immortality."
Of course, so-called immortality also had time limits. He had not sealed himself with divine source liquid, so it could not possibly last long.
Before his vitality was completely extinguished, he reduced his bodily consumption to the minimum. Now, he had merely extended his life by fifteen hundred years and was already nearing his limit, about to sit in meditation and pass away.
Saying he was five thousand five hundred years old, he still possessed the cultivation of four thousand years and the same combat power. However, his blood energy was insufficient and nearly dried up.
Even so, this was terrifying enough. Once over four thousand years old, such combat power could absolutely suppress the world and be invincible!
"Is that so? Let me see what abilities the so-called Barbarian King has!" The Dark King said coldly.
"How many strikes can you unleash? How much blood energy do you have? Emerging now is nothing but a loss of dignity in your final years!" The Barbarian King countered sharply, holding a white bone great club.
"It is enough to support me for two thousand rounds. Today, I will cut down the so-called invincible fleshly body Barbarian King!" The Dark King roared, shaking heaven and earth.
He indeed had the capital to be wild. A great king ancestor over four thousand years old was enough to shake heaven and earth. In an era without sages, he could rule the world.
At this moment, surging black mist rushed into the sky, dispersing even the clouds above. This place became a domain of darkness.
However, he did not rush out of the divine source because he did not want to waste any life essence. He waited for the enemy to shatter it. He did not have much time left in this world.
So-called foundation—once exposed to the light, it dies. As soon as it emerges, whether victorious or defeated, it will immediately sit in meditation and pass away.
"Roar..." The demon's roar shook heaven and earth. The entire Northern Plains seemed to tremble. A world-dominating demon king had emerged, and invisible killing intent surged in all directions.
The barbarian army coughed blood and retreated, all terrified. This was a generation-dominating demon king far more terrifying than Wang Lie, titled Dark!
No one noticed that during this process, Ye Fan had been preparing and acting covertly. He had carved array after array of patterns with his feet.
This was the Wang Clan's sacred soil, with ten thousand ancient veins crisscrossing—a dragon-soaring land. Naturally, there were source veins and dragon energy underground.
Over a decade had passed. Whenever he had free time, he studied the Source Heaven Scroll. He had already surpassed his original realm and was advancing toward becoming an Origin Heavenly Master.
"Bang"
At this moment, Ye Fan's feet suddenly stomped down with force. The underground dragon veins were instantly revived, radiating tens of millions of rays of light, drawing forth source energy and activating vitality.
This was a great upheaval beyond everyone's imagination. From under Ye Fan's feet, a terrifying great dragon extended, connecting to the war chariot pulled by the nine purple-gold divine lions.
"Boom"
A shocking change occurred. The pile of divine source blocks all ignited and then suddenly shattered. Such power was terrifying beyond compare.
Before the pure land, it was as if a sun had exploded. Tens of millions of divine rays surged out, infinite radiance bloomed. No one could look directly at it. This was a catastrophe.
"Ah..."
The Wang Clan's people screamed. Those nearby shattered in an instant, turning into pus and blood, then burning and becoming ashes.
Cries rose and fell one after another. The Wang Clan's people were terrified beyond belief. They were not lamenting the deaths of so many experts but were horrified for the Dark King.
The divine source pile had exploded. This ancestor was sitting cross-legged within, bearing the brunt of it. Had he not even made a move and was already killed? This was a suffocating, deep-seated hatred.
"Boom"
Within the sacred soil, the aura of a supreme saint weapon surged forth, covering the sky and earth. It forcibly extinguished all the exploding divine source blocks, calming them down.
Otherwise, this region would cease to exist. With so much divine source burning, it would be enough to turn the entire dragon-soaring land into scorched earth, cutting off all vitality forever.
"Ah..."
A white-haired old man had one arm severed, his skull cracked, and his legs twisted. He roared to the sky, his entire body radiating terrifying black mist.
The Dark King was not dead. Even in such a divine source storm, he did not suffer a fatal injury, showing just how terrifying he was.
Beside him, the nine purple-gold divine lions, the war chariot, and a large number of experts had all been evaporated into dust. Only he stood alone.
"Ancestor!" The Wang Clan's people cried out. This was a huge blow. Before even making a move, their vitality had been damaged, and it seemed severe.
"Ah..." The Dark King was also filled with hatred to the point of madness. In the past, he had roamed the five domains, invincible under heaven. Yet today, he had suffered such a great loss.
Throughout his life, he had been unrivaled in bravery. Only four thousand years ago in the Eastern Wasteland, he had encountered a stunningly brilliant, extremely young White-Robed Divine King and suffered a great defeat, damaging his dao heart.
Otherwise, he would not have chosen the path of self-sealing. Being suppressed by a young junior king with absolute invincible combat power had caused him to lose his heart for attaining the dao.
Now, another young man had used such methods to wound him, and he sensed the same aura on him.
"He also cultivates the Battle Saint Art!" The Dark King roared, transforming into a streak of dark light, charging like a madman.
"Well done!" The Barbarian King glanced back at Ye Fan, then wielded his white bone great club and met him head-on.
"Boom"
The Barbarian King and the Dark King clashed. Heaven and earth split apart. Divine domains collided. They transformed into two beams of light, entangled together in a life-and-death struggle.
In all directions, the earth sank, mountains collapsed, as if the world were being created anew. All living things were destroyed.
On the barbarian army's side, a stone axe hung high, dropping thousands of divine power threads, protecting everyone within.
Similarly, within the sacred soil, a supreme saint weapon surged with vast and mighty aura, shielding all the Wang Clan's people. Otherwise, the duel between two kings might destroy everything.
"Kill!"
Behind, tens of thousands of barbarian troops raised their weapons together, mounted on their beasts, shouting in unison to cheer for the Barbarian King, like a group of wild heavenly soldiers.
On the other side, the Wang Clan's people were filled with rage, also shouting loudly: "Kill all these savages!"
"Execute the Sacred Body!" They wished they could skin Ye Fan alive. If not for him, how could such a tragedy have occurred?
"Bang"
The great battle in the battlefield was brutal to the extreme. The Dark King spat out a mouthful of origin demonic energy, nearly blasting the Barbarian King's chest apart.
But in this process, the Barbarian King also displayed divine might that shook the world. He swung the white bone great club, evolving the ancient barbarian combat method. A earth-shattering strike landed on the enemy's waist.
"Slap"
Half of the Dark King's body was smashed. Black demonic blood flowed, terrifying and horrifying.
"And you call yourself foundation? You're not even as good as someone living in the present era!" The Barbarian King was fierce and mighty. Although his body was thin and withered, his divine power was unmatched, unrivaled in bravery.
"Ah..." The Dark King roared, soaring into the sky, beginning the battle again. Behind him, killing intent surged to the heavens. His disheveled hair flew wildly, demonic energy overwhelming the sky.
"Wrath of the War God!" The Barbarian King roared. As he swung the white bone great club, at its tip, a massive phantom of a war god materialized.
He towered into the sky, roaring to the heavens. His disheveled hair flew wildly. His bronze-colored muscles were strong like coiled dragons. With a fierce roar, his anger boiled over.
"Boom"
This war god manifested at the end of the white bone great club, radiating surging blood energy, pressing down on the Dark King until he trembled, his entire body nearly cracking.
"Hum"
The great club pressed down, capable of shattering mountains and rivers. The war god even reached out and slapped down.
All directions collapsed. Heaven and earth trembled. The Dark King suffered another heavy blow, flying sideways. His body showed multiple cracks, nearly broken.
"Dark God Descends!"
He also roared. A black demon god materialized behind him, roaring to the heavens, pouncing forward, charging at the Barbarian King.
Blood blossomed. The Barbarian King flew backward, suffering a terrifying strike.
"One Thought Cuts the Sky!" The Barbarian King shouted, leaping up. His entire body transformed into a terrifying phantom. Within his brow, a deity stepped out, identical to him, and charged forward.
"Boundless Darkness, Invincible with Me, Rule the Land!" The Dark King roared. His entire body split into nine. Nine ancient demons rose up, charging forward together.
The two great peerless kings clashed fiercely!
"Kill! The ancient barbarian war god is immortal, sweeping all before!"
"Kill! Long live the Barbarian King, unrivaled in bravery!"
The barbarian iron cavalry all roared, their spirit majestic, inspiring awe.
"Dark King Ancestor is invincible! Slay all great enemies!"
"Cut down the savages! Destroy the Sacred Body!"
The Wang Clan also roared, boosting their king's prestige.
At this moment, Ye Fan held the Divine Maiden Furnace and stepped forward from the ranks, walking toward the battlefield. He was the only cultivator daring to enter the kings' battle.
He shouted loudly: "Who dares to come out and fight? Where is Wang Teng? Is there any strong one of the Wang Clan willing to step forward?!"
The Sacred Body's flesh was unmatched. Such a roar echoed across the Northern Plains, reverberating like heavenly thunder. Although the Wang Clan's experts were furious, not a single one dared to respond.
One man stood alone before ten thousand troops, yet no one dared to come out. This scene made the barbarian army's battle intent soar even higher, greatly boosting their morale.
"Kill! Who dares to fight?!"
"Kill! Who can contend?!"
"Kill! Unrivaled in bravery!"
Tens of thousands of barbarian iron cavalry roared, issuing challenges for Ye Fan. Their spirit swallowed mountains and rivers, resounding through the sky.
In the distance, the Wang Clan's morale had sunk to its lowest point. The Dark King had been attacking for a long time without success, seemingly having suffered greatly. Now, a Sacred Body was pressing down on all of them like this, with no one daring to fight.