Chapter 782: Showdown with Zi Tian Du
Ye Fan strode forward with his iron sword, tapping the blade with his fingers, producing a resonant clang. Sword energy shimmered in a thousand illusions, bitingly cold, shooting up into the sky and illuminating the entire garden.
At the garden’s entrance stood over a dozen ancient creatures, each with deer-like antlers sprouting from their heads and bodies covered in silver scales, grotesque and ferocious, blocking his path.
None were weaklings; all were ruthless characters who had crawled out of ancient piles of corpses—otherwise, how could they serve as guards following the young master of the Divine Spirit Valley?
Without a single superfluous word, some ancient creatures opened their divine eyes, unleashing their own Dao source, striking with a fatal blow from the start! Others spat out divine pearls that exploded on contact, self-destructing their secret treasures with cold, merciless expressions.
These were ancient beings raised amidst heaps of bones, all possessing an indomitable momentum, charging forward with the resolve to perish together with their enemy.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan swung his sword once, severing time and space, cleaving through the divine eye’s Dao source. He thrust upward, and the eye socket burst open, blood spraying far and wide, ending the life on the spot.
Then, with a follow-up stab, the exploded divine pearl turned to ash, all its divine power extinguished. The sword blade drove forward, piercing into its brow, blood gushing forth as the corpse toppled over.
The dozen ancient creatures were as cold as ice, showing no fear as they pounced forward, utterly unafraid of death. Some extended massive claws, others spat out Dao weapons, all joining forces against the great enemy.
Ye Fan plucked his sword, and a chill light swept over like a celestial river drowning the area. He killed ten with each step, striking mercilessly.
"Pfft"
An ancient creature was severed diagonally at the shoulder, half its body flying off with a spray of blood.
"Crack"
Another was pierced through by the sword, its chest first caving in, then all its bones exploding, white bone fragments and flesh scattering everywhere.
"Bang"
The iron sword swept out, its light blazing, cutting seven or eight ancient creatures in half at the waist. Blood splattered, staining the grass and trees red, with a mist of blood rising.
"Slap"
Ye Fan flipped his sword back, sending the skull of an ancient creature behind him flying with a sharp crack. A streak of white brain matter tinged with blood shot up, and the corpse fell stiffly to the ground.
"Ah..."
An ancient creature comparable to a sect master, advanced in age, unleashed its strongest attack from the start, yet still couldn’t withstand Ye Fan’s peerless edge.
One strike, instant death!
The iron sword cleaved through its ancient weapon, destroyed its Dao foundation, and lopped off its head, which flew with a trail of blood into the garden, rolling to the feet of those ahead.
Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, Xie Siyuan, and others all changed color. The several pearls of the Southern Ridge also froze their smiles. This man was like a demon god, charging in alone with his sword, and no one could stop him for even a step.
Among them were powerful ancient creatures at the second level of the Immortal Platform, tempered by blood, yet they were like chickens, slain and dripping with blood.
Now, no introduction was needed. Everyone knew the Human Sacred Body had arrived. The Southern Ridge’s outstanding talents and pearls, whether of the Demon Clan or Human Clan, all stiffened in expression.
Even though those present were all haughty figures, they still held this god of slaughter in awe, with recent legends all about him.
They had been loudly discussing him moments ago, some even belittling and attacking Ye Fan, but seeing him in person, no one dared to show disrespect—all their bodies went rigid.
Ye Fan, in a rage, had led tens of thousands of iron cavalry to level an ancient aristocratic clan. Such a world-shaking event was known to all. Everyone present had families, and all were in the Southern Ridge—who wouldn’t feel guilty?
Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens of the Southern Ridge, remained relatively calm, with a luster in her eyes, always composed and unflustered.
Xie Siyuan and Chen Yuan were not so steady. They had just criticized the Human Sacred Body, and now they felt extremely uneasy, their hearts hollow.
Some of the Southern Ridge’s pearls steadied their emotions, revealing radiant smiles as they looked forward, trying to maintain an elegant and charming demeanor.
Only Zi Tian Du remained unmoved, without a single sign of acknowledgment. He sat cross-legged behind a white jade table on the grassy ground, his body suffused with crystalline purple light, his eyes cold as knives.
"Pfft"
When the last few powerful ancient creatures charged forward, Ye Fan pushed his iron sword horizontally, pressing forward like a collapsing Mount Tai. The strongest among them all screamed as the sword’s light blazed intensely, cutting across heaven and earth, severing them all.
Ye Fan walked with his sword, tapping the blade with his fingers, producing a resonant clang. The sound of slaughter was deafening. His clothes unstained by blood, he strode into the garden, and no one dared to block him.
The scene fell into dead silence. Everyone nowadays talked about the Human Sacred Body, but only when facing him directly did one feel that pressure.
The several outstanding talents of the Southern Ridge fell silent, no longer exuding the spirited confidence they had when discussing the world. The young man before them, holding a blood-dripping iron sword, made them feel immense pressure.
The iron sword was thick and heavy. Ye Fan’s body was tall and robust, clad in a blue robe, his expression calm yet exuding a soul-shaking aura. Though he appeared refined, he had the bearing of a sovereign overlooking the realm, suffocating all.
Standing in the garden, he dropped the previously lively atmosphere to freezing point, putting everyone under pressure.
"Whoosh"
Ye Fan flicked his wrist, throwing the iron sword to the ground, embedding it into a massive rock. It trembled, blood dripping down, a shocking sight.
"Zi Tian Du, weren’t you coming for me? How hard you’ve worked. Otherwise, I’d have to go to the Eastern Wasteland to kill you."
His calm, confident words sent the garden’s temperature plummeting. Ye Fan spoke naturally, yet exuded a powerful conviction.
"You think you can suppress and kill me..." Zi Tian Du stood up. His bloodline, inherited from the ancient royal clan, made him tall and imposing, as heroic as a purple heavenly king.
"If I can’t even kill you, how could I achieve invincibility in this era?" Ye Fan clasped his hands behind his back, facing a young master of an ancient royal clan without any sign of treating him as a formidable enemy.
Behind him, whether it was the Southern Ridge Heavenly Maiden Wu Fei or the other pearls, all showed shifting expressions, with divine radiance flowing.
Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan all trembled, feeling even more of that suffocating pressure. They seemed to see a scene: hundreds or thousands of years later, the Human Sacred Body would achieve great accomplishment, sovereign over the realm, suppressing their generation and all five domains into silence, leaving the entire world without a voice.
"Hmph"
A cold snort rang out. Two aged ancient creatures appeared abruptly, their bodies covered in dense purple scales, sending chills down everyone’s spines, utterly eerie.
"Arrogant talk! Even the bloodline of an ancient emperor wouldn’t dare say such a thing. What is a mere Human Sacred Body?"
"Our clan has slept too long, forgotten by all. No matter how strong you are, you’re just one physique among humans—nothing but a dog on a tile!"
The two aged ancient creatures charged forward together, intending to deliver an immediate show of force, crushing all of Ye Fan’s confidence and faith.
Their bodies swelled, becoming as ferocious and terrifying as prehistoric flood dragons, their scales dense as they pierced through the void.
"Get lost!"
Ye Fan kept one hand behind his back, swinging only his right fist. Instantly, golden blood energy surged to the heavens, flooding the garden, collapsing heaven and earth!
The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, fierce and boundless, charging forward without hesitation. With just this one punch, all magical treasures, faith, and battle energy were shattered.
The two ancient creatures were powerful; in a normal fight, Ye Fan would have needed some effort. But with this concentrated, supreme strike of essence, spirit, and energy, the effect was entirely different.
"Pfft"
The two ancient beings were blasted into over a dozen pieces, bones and broken body fragments flying everywhere, turning into a bloody mist that scattered across heaven and earth.
Not to mention the others, even Zi Tian Du’s pupils contracted. His hair flew wildly, his body filled with purple light.
Everyone gasped. These two ancient creatures were unfathomably strong, yet before the Sacred Body, they were nothing—not even blocking one punch, shattered in the void.
At this moment, golden battle energy filled the air, the power of the Sacred Body surging, drowning the entire garden. Ye Fan stared ahead, walking forward step by step.
At this moment, Li Tian also appeared, standing at the garden’s exit, blocking everyone’s path, a sinister smile on his face.
Yan Yixi, on the other hand, had a different aura. In white robes, elegant and transcendent, he blocked the rear garden, cutting off the escape route.
"Human Sacred Body, I was just looking for you. Since you’ve delivered yourself to me, there’s nothing to say—kill!" Zi Tian Du finally made his move.
Above his head, a purple ancient tower floated, thunder roaring, with tens of thousands of thick purple qi descending, shielding him beneath.
"Boom"
He was extremely arrogant, his expression cold, charging head-on, throwing a punch directly, advancing without hesitation.
The sound of the punch was like a tsunami, deafening, wave after wave, like a tide sweeping the nine heavens, rumbling endlessly, making everyone’s ears ring.
This was a tremendous force of the fist, inscribed with the marks of the Dao, densely interwoven, emitting fluctuations like thunder and lightning. Purple qi surged like a great river, shaking the entire small world.
In other gardens, many experts were alarmed, all looking in this direction, their minds shaken.
Ye Fan’s expression was solemn, his heart resonating with the Dao, his body forming seals. In an instant, he took on the posture of a human sovereign, overlooking the realm, dominating all clans, with the vast Dao bowing only to him.
The Human King Seal!
He used this technique at this moment with a particularly significant meaning—facing the descendant of an ancient royal clan, employing this long-lost ancient seal to demonstrate his resolve.
Ye Fan’s right hand transformed into a heavenly seal, inscribed with the immortal brilliance of humanity. With one strike, it shook the nine heavens and ten lands.
Never before had he understood this seal so thoroughly. His spirit sublimated, and his iron will poured entirely into the Human King Seal.
At this moment, heaven and earth united, the vast Dao rumbled and roared. A streak of immortal light flowed from Ye Fan’s body, making him sacred and inviolable, solemn and grand.
The several outstanding talents of the Southern Ridge all felt their hearts pound violently, even feeling an impulse to bow their heads and kneel.
Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens, and the other pearls of the Southern Ridge also showed strange expressions, struggling to resist this pressure.
"Boom!"
As the Human King Seal emerged, a mysterious Dao light spread in all directions. Every human present felt their hearts unsettled, their blood about to boil.
This was the first clash between Ye Fan and Zi Tian Du!
Purple qi rolled, piercing through the nine heavens. Zi Tian Du roared, his hair standing on end. Behind him, an ancient king materialized.
Behind Ye Fan, a human sovereign also manifested, both seeming to crush the ages and all heavens, terrifying beyond compare.
"Rumble"
A violent collision. The Human King Seal pressed down, and the human sovereign behind Ye Fan, identical to him, gained the upper hand, stepping on the ancient king beneath its feet.
"Ah..." Zi Tian Du roared, throwing an even fiercer punch.
Ye Fan also roared, his black hair like a waterfall, spreading out completely, moving with great openness and force, pressing forward to suppress.