Chapter 783: The Ancient Royal Clan Is Nothing More Than This
This fist dominated heaven and earth, carrying the unstoppable momentum of the Divine Spirit Valley Young Master. His aura pierced through the rainbow, his purple robes rustling, and the battle energy he emitted surged like an ocean.
Ye Fan was incredibly valiant. Having reached his current realm, he feared no one at the second level of the Immortal Platform, and there was no way he would retreat.
This strike shook heaven and earth. As the two collided, a radiance burst forth like the collapse of a starry sky. The area became the epicenter of a storm, rapidly spreading in all directions.
A great rain of blood scattered. Zi Tiandu had disheveled hair, his entire arm drenched in blood, his right fist deformed and spasming uncontrollably as he was sent flying sideways.
With this strike, everything was decided. His physical body was at an absolute disadvantage... his fist was nearly shattered. The excruciating pain twisted his features, leaving a trail of blood.
People always said how formidable the Sacred Body was, how unmatched its flesh was. But as the heir of an Ancient Royal Clan, he had always been arrogant. Having never seen this physique, he simply refused to believe anyone could rival the royal clans. Now, he had finally paid a painful price and experienced this kind of hardness.
Even the flesh of the Ancient Royal Clan could not withstand the Sacred Body's physique. This was the most intuitive realization for everyone present. Their subconscious minds tensed—could the bloodline of an Ancient Emperor hold out?
Ye Fan pressed his advantage fiercely. Activating the Stride Art, he arrived like a bolt of lightning, still using the Human King Seal, which came crashing down like a golden mountain cliff.
A drum sound rang out, muffled like heavenly thunder. In Zi Tiandu's hand appeared a dragon-skin great drum. With each beat, a wave of Dao light surged forth.
"Boom!"
In the end, it was like a landslide and tsunami—majestic and overwhelming, an endless tide of purple waves surged forward, blocking Ye Fan's path.
This was an ancient Dao heavenly sound. Zi Tiandu used his magical power and understanding of the Dao to stop Ye Fan. One physical collision was enough; he had already suffered a great loss and didn't want to let the other party get close again.
"Crackle..."
His bones crackled... the dislocated joints of his twisted right fist shifted, quickly growing back to their original form, restoring him to his peak state.
"Boom," "Boom..."
The heavenly drum vibrated, like thousands of troops charging. Waves of purple energy surged toward Ye Fan... The drum sound shook the heavens, each note capable of slaying a master.
The purple sound waves seemed to shatter the will of heaven and earth, making even Ye Fan dizzy. This was a terrifying secret treasure with astonishing lethal power.
The dragon-skin drum was an imitation forged from the prototype of an Ancient Ancestral King's weapon. Its power was extraordinary, and a sudden strike could directly destroy an opponent's primordial spirit, killing them in an instant.
At such close range, if it weren't Ye Fan facing this drum sound, anyone else would have fallen on the spot.
"Open for me!"
Ye Fan formed the Human King Seal with his right hand and the Heaven-Overturning Seal with his left, breaking all Dao marks as he struck toward the purple dragon-skin great drum, trying to pierce through it.
"Boom..."
The drum sound was muffled. Zi Tiandu released his ferocious aura, his eyes like cold lightning as he forcefully beat the drum, unleashing thousands of sound waves that flooded the area ahead.
Above his head, the purple ancient tower connected to the nine heavens, thunder rumbling as thick purple qi cascaded down like thousands of purple great swords, slashing at Ye Fan.
"Boom..."
Ye Fan's path was blocked. His mind was unsettled, his primordial spirit unstable, and he was nearly sent flying by the two ancient secret treasures, his body swaying.
Nearby, Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, Xie Siyuan, and others felt their hearts leap with fear. They all flew backward, secretly hoping Zi Tiandu would win. After all, they had just criticized Ye Fan behind his back and feared he had heard them.
The drum sound shook the heavens, directly shattering the void around Ye Fan. Purple sound waves roared like thousands of troops trampling forward, terrifying and boundless.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan let out a great shout, using a true word to counter the ancient sound. This roar tightened the souls of all cultivators in this small world, as if they had been struck by a heavy punch.
One could imagine how terrifying the battle in the arena was. Behind Ye Fan, a demon god identical to him materialized... His dharma form pressed down on heaven and earth, his roar shattering the entire garden.
As the Buddhist true word emerged, it was like the creation of the world. Here, earth, fire, wind, and water churned, splitting apart. A terrifying beam of light rushed into the purple qi, striking the dragon-skin great drum.
"Boom!"
A tremendous explosion. This time, the drum sound wasn't struck by Zi Tiandu himself but was forced out by Ye Fan, unleashing a sea of divine energy.
Zi Tiandu let out a loud cry, his whole body trembling. Under the "Boom" sound, the dragon-skin great drum was pierced. This was a secret treasure with formidable power that even living fossils and peak Saint Lords couldn't destroy.
Yet today, it was shattered by a single roar from Ye Fan. This secret treasure became history. The drum skin collapsed, its light dimmed, and what was worse, it continued to disintegrate.
The "Boom" true word was transformed by Ye Fan using the Battle Character Art into a Battle Saint battle sound suited to his own use. Its power was evident. Before the residual force had dissipated, Zi Tiandu's body shook violently, cracks appearing all over.
"What?!"
In the distance, the crowd was shocked. The Human Clan's Sacred Body was terrifying—just one roar had severely wounded his great enemy.
"Pfft..."
Zi Tiandu coughed up a mouthful of blood. The ancient tower above his head swayed, releasing ten thousand strands of purple qi, finally cutting off the residual waves of the "Boom" sound.
"Even my dragon-skin drum was broken..." Zi Tiandu retreated, staring blankly at the shattered drum in his hand, now just a corner of dragon skin.
Back then, he had tried countless times, attacking it with various weapons without damaging it in the slightest. Yet now, it was shattered by a single roar. How terrifying was that?
Nanling Heavenly Maiden Wu Fei unconsciously touched her zither. She had entered the Dao through music and deeply understood how terrifying the divine sound duel just now was, marveling at the power of Ye Fan's roar.
Chen Yuan, Xie Siyuan, and the others also had pale faces. They couldn't help but wonder what the result would be if they were in the battlefield...
"Boom!"
Ye Fan blazed like a divine furnace, emitting boundless radiance. His powerful aura surged, making it impossible to breathe. No matter how far away they stood, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
The few pearls of Nanling lost their composure. They weren't unaware of Ye Fan's strength, but witnessing the battle firsthand made them even more horrified.
No one didn't retreat. Even the many onlookers who arrived later felt their hair stand on end, each retreating to the horizon.
"Is this the Sacred Body?"
"It's him. He came here alone to take the life of the Divine Spirit Valley Young Master!"
The crowd was shaken. The Ancient Royal Clan was immensely powerful—who would willingly provoke them now? Although Zi Tiandu wasn't as strong as Huang Xudao, Yuangu, or the Celestial Prince—not being of Ancient Emperor bloodline—he was still enough to intimidate the mortal world. Over the past decade or so, he had made a few moves, each time earth-shattering. Some speculated he was close to severing the Dao.
Yet Ye Fan dared to come alone to kill him. Such dominance shocked everyone.
Heaven and earth roared!
Ye Fan broke through the sky with one hand, still not using any weapon. He attacked Zi Tiandu with just his fist, golden battle energy flooding the area, turning it into a boiling sea.
Zi Tiandu felt immense pressure. This person before him was too terrifying. Could he really be on par with Huang Xudao and the others, possessing a bloodline of the same level?
His heart trembled. For the first time, he understood that the Human Clan's Sacred Body was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Bang!"
Zi Tiandu fought fiercely against Ye Fan. The ancient tower above his head swayed, and the sky-filling purple qi surged in all directions like a long river. The void was like a torn painting, unable to block it.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan used his fist to clash with his purple tower, his physical body to contend with his Dao magic. Each fist carried overwhelming golden battle energy.
This was a shocking duel. In the blink of an eye, they had fought over a hundred rounds. The garden had long been destroyed, alarming everyone.
Within this small world, everyone was of great origin. There were many Sect Leader-rank figures, as well as young talents and Nanling beauties—all influential people, all shocked.
"Clang!"
When the battle reached five hundred rounds, Ye Fan unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, shattering the vacuum. The top layer of the purple tower cracked, then exploded with a bang.
"What?!" Zi Tiandu was stunned. One layer of the five-story ancient tower was destroyed, a huge blow to him.
This weapon was refined for him by an elder of his clan. It couldn't be damaged in the slightest except by a true King, with astonishing defensive power. Even those at the second level of the Immortal Platform who touched the Seven Forbidden Areas couldn't destroy it.
But reality was shocking. Ye Fan had shattered it with just his fists, without using any weapon.
Golden battle energy flooded like the sea, surging down again. Zi Tiandu let out a loud cry, coughing up blood as he flew backward with the four remaining layers of the tower.
"The Ancient Royal Clan is nothing more than this!"
Ye Fan said, walking forward like a golden war god. Bathed in boundless holy light, his entire body radiated immortal divine radiance, sacred and solemn, making people involuntarily look up to him.
This strike dealt a devastating blow to Zi Tiandu, nearly destroying his belief in victory. The Human Clan's Sacred Body had shattered his ancient tower with just his fists, terrifying him.
"Kill!" Zi Tiandu went berserk. Having fought to this point, there was no retreat, and he couldn't even escape.
"Boom!" Ye Fan struck with an even more ferocious fist. Bathed in boundless holy light, nearly like a deity, he descended from the sky with irresistible force, shattering the last four layers of the purple tower into powder.
"Ah..." Zi Tiandu screamed, his body flying sideways, streams of blood pouring from his mouth. This was a severe injury. The Sacred Body's power was immense, capable of easily leveling a great mountain. Without the tower's defense, the impact force just now was overwhelming.
Ye Fan was faster than lightning. Without pausing, he followed up, punching again and again. Infinite holy light filled every inch of the sky.
Zi Tiandu blocked with both hands, which shattered on the spot. Even his chest nearly exploded. His body was crisscrossed with countless cracks, blood spraying outward.
"Do you still remember a Human Clan youth named Dongfang Ye? You slaughtered him and his people. Did you ever think this day would come?" Ye Fan said.
"Of course I remember. Wasn't it that uncivilized barbarian? He was hard to kill, but in the end, he was cornered at Falling Eagle Cliff, his blood staining the stone wall." Zi Tiandu laughed cruelly. At this point, he had nothing to fear, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Falling Eagle Cliff—even eagles that landed there would fall. It was an ominous place where many strange things had happened, and even the Ancient Clan didn't want to approach it.
"An uncivilized barbarian—that's your evaluation?!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth, his battle blood boiling. The clothes on his upper body burst apart as he struck with full force.
Zi Tiandu laughed cruelly. "Just a barbarian. So what if I killed him?" He knew he likely wouldn't have a good end today and had completely given up.
At this moment, Ye Fan could only swing his fists, using invincible power to shatter all obstacles and trample this man underfoot to avenge his old friend.
In the sky, various weapons kept breaking. Ye Fan fought wildly, seizing an opportunity to tear off Zi Tiandu's regenerated arms, blood dripping everywhere.
"Bang!"
"Ah..."
The next moment, Ye Fan descended from the sky with a stomp, using overwhelming combat power to plant a huge foot on Zi Tiandu's chest, falling vertically.
"Pfft!"
This was a bloody scene. Ye Fan stepped on Zi Tiandu as he fell, crushing his chest into pieces, piercing through it, and planting him on the ground.
"The Ancient Royal Clan is nothing more than this!" Ye Fan said, hands behind his back, looking down at him, shattering all of Zi Tiandu's confidence and dignity.
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