Chapter 836: Striving for Supremacy
In this era when all saints were dormant, who would dare to act so recklessly, stepping down with a massive silver foot, intending to directly stomp Ye Fan to death?
This person’s dharma body towered to the heavens, with knees and above concealed within the clouds, their true form invisible. One silver foot was as massive as a mountain, pressing down with howling winds and surging air currents, the sound like a tsunami.
Ye Fan swung his right leg horizontally, spinning his body like a top, radiating immeasurable light. Then he kicked outward, foot against foot, piercing through the heavens.
“Boom!”
The silver foot trembled violently, cascading nebula-like radiance, while Ye Fan’s foot also blazed with ten-thousand-zhang light. The world became blindingly bright, and many people were sent flying like scraps of paper.
With this location as the center, a wave of divine energy erupted like a collapsing star domain, surging like an endless divine sea, its brilliance blotting out the sun.
Ye Fan was astonished. Who was this person? They could clash head-on with his physical body. At his level, perhaps only a few ancient imperial princes could match his physique.
A flash of light in the sky, and the figure shrank, flying backward, completely unharmed, calm and composed.
“He’s Yue Qianqiu, wearing the Wind and Cloud War Boots of the Silver Moon Clan. I heard he’s already standing on the threshold of severing the Dao!” someone exclaimed.
This person wore silver battle armor, especially his feet—a pair of gleaming war boots adorned with chains resembling order laws, flowing with precious radiance.
He had silvery-white hair, a crescent moon mark on his brow, and carried an exquisite pagoda in his hand, shrouded in mist.
Ye Fan had no time to examine him closely, because another flying immortal light was exceptionally sharp, aimed at his crown chakra through the boundless void.
“Clang! Clang!”
Beams of sword light fell one after another, like strands of flying immortal force, dazzling and terrifying. Ye Fan formed sword seals with his hands, continuously neutralizing them.
Moreover, he charged into the high heavens. After his last tribulation, his heavenly eye had finally reached great accomplishment. The moment it opened, two divine rays instantly pierced through illusions, revealing a woman in black.
The Divine Maiden of Hell!
It was purely instinct—Ye Fan immediately sensed her identity. She possessed a unique aura, extremely powerful and immeasurable.
“Boom!”
The sky seemed to collapse. Behind the woman in black appeared a forest of underworld halls, not solid but formed from immeasurable light, serving as a backdrop.
Her figure was graceful, appearing delicate and weak, yet she exuded a chilling aura that only someone with Ye Fan’s extremely keen perception could detect.
On her face was a mask, made of unknown material, capable of blocking the heavenly eye’s scrutiny—a ghostly face of Hell.
She should have been a woman of peerless elegance, but wearing such a mask made her indescribably eerie. With a soft cry from her mouth, the entire sky darkened, filled everywhere with underworld halls.
At that moment, she vanished, as if Hell had descended upon the mortal world. Various purgatories, countless halls, innumerable blood pools, and endless bone mountains piled up in the sky.
The ancient tribes were all shocked. They could barely see through it—it seemed as real as an actual scene, and the Divine Maiden of Hell moved and appeared among these sights.
“Zheng!”
Sword cries shook the heavens, occasionally emerging from various purgatories, blood pools, and bone mountains, catching one off guard. The Divine Maiden of Hell had disappeared, merging into the void.
For the first time, Ye Fan faced the Divine Maiden of a killer organization and felt her strength. If he hadn’t cultivated his heavenly eye and studied the Heavenly Court’s ancient slaughter scroll, he would have been extremely passive.
“All of this is illusory—useless against me!” Ye Fan charged forward, using his hand as a sword, moving with great force, shattering blood pools, destroying bone mountains, and overturning underworld halls, slaying gods who blocked his path.
Though the woman was unpredictable and sometimes evaded his heavenly eye’s capture, she was mostly within Ye Fan’s field of vision. The two clashed rapidly, battling without cease.
She was a woman who had almost severed the Dao, with one foot already across the threshold. All she lacked was the final severance—enlightenment of the heart and Dao.
Even with just one foot across, her combat power was earth-shattering, immensely powerful. Yet she never confronted Ye Fan head-on, using various illusions to assassinate him, making her extremely dangerous.
Now, at the great perfection of the second level of the Immortal Platform, aside from ancient imperial sons, few could contend with him. Clearly, the Divine Maiden of Hell was one of those few.
Various lights flickered. A bone pagoda drifted lightly toward him, but Ye Fan dared not be careless. He used the Human King Seal to smash it.
“Boom!”
Bone fragments flew everywhere as the pagoda collapsed, extremely violent. Tens of thousands of black rays burst forth from within—this was a death curse. Anyone struck would surely die.
Ye Fan’s body trembled. He expanded the Golden Sacred Domain, cutting off all sinister light, blocking this lethal technique.
Many among the ancient tribes changed color. Though many hadn’t seen this killing light, developed in later ages, they sensed its danger—it could corrode divine radiance.
“Among the divine sons and maidens of the two ancient assassin dynasties, the Divine Maiden of Hell is the weakest. Their divine son and the Divine Maiden of the Mortal World are the strongest, and they haven’t all come,” Qi Luo transmitted.
Ye Fan’s heart tightened. The Divine Maiden of Hell was the weakest, and the other three were stronger. This was not good news. No wonder there were rumors they could slay all kings!
“Is this all you have? Even if you truly step into the third level of Immortal Platform, I have no fear!” Ye Fan shouted with absolute confidence, charging forward.
He had stepped into the Eight Prohibitions domain. Even if his opponent possessed Seven Prohibitions and had initially severed the Dao, they were only on par with him. In direct combat, he had absolute confidence to obliterate them.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan’s entire body blazed with golden sacred light, shattering all illusions as he pursued the woman in black, intending to kill her on the spot.
In the sky, only eighteen black prisons remained, standing there, half-real and half-illusory, with the Divine Maiden of Hell moving among them.
Ye Fan used his unrefined Heavenly Court secret techniques against Hell’s killing arts. They had been assassinating each other for hundreds of rounds.
“Eh, something’s wrong!” He suddenly startled.
The eighteen half-real black prisons seemed to possess a strange power, making his body increasingly heavy, as if shackles were binding him.
“Break for me!” Ye Fan shouted, his body once again radiating immeasurable light, burning like divine flames.
“Order chains, eternal entanglement!” the Divine Maiden of Hell softly cried, still hidden within the black prisons, employing extremely bizarre laws.
Eighteen chains extended from the black prisons, already bound around him, representing the restraints of eighteen layers of hell, about to grind him down.
These were formed from eighteen divine principles, impossible to sever or break free from. The eighteen black prisons materialized, emerging from the depths of the void and descending here.
“Order chains, eternal suppression!” the woman in black softly cried. The eighteen demon prisons fell together, merging to refine and swallow Ye Fan.
“Now!” A perfectly natural circle appeared around Ye Fan—the Golden Taiji Circle manifested, with Taiyin and Taiyang intermingling, transforming into each other. He charged forward, actively entering the eighteen hells.
Suddenly, ten thousand swords sang in unison. The sky was filled with sword light, thousands upon thousands, all rushing into the black prisons.
Ye Fan used the Golden Taiji Circle to protect himself, striving to sever the order chains while simultaneously activating the Weapon Art, transforming killing intent into sword light to strike down.
“Zheng!”
One sword cry was most distinctive—it came from the Divine Maiden of Hell’s own blood-dripping demon sword, striking her own body. Half of her form fell away.
This incredibly bizarre scene stunned everyone. No one understood what had happened; all mouths hung open.
At the same time, Ye Fan struggled free, his entire body covered in golden sacred light, snapping the eighteen order chains. He continued to control weapons to kill the Divine Maiden of Hell.
“Pfft!”
The falling half of her body was shattered by him, turning into a cloud of blood mist. The Divine Maiden of Hell used her ultimate secret technique to flee into the vanishing black prisons.
“Where do you think you’re going!” Ye Fan pursued.
Suddenly, a cold, faint light stabbed toward him, silent and soundless. Only when it pressed against his body did it suddenly flare up—this was a peerless killing strike.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan turned sideways, blocking with his arm. A killing light shattered, and a few drops of blood fell from his arm. For an ordinary person, this would have meant complete annihilation of body and soul, but he only suffered a shallow cut.
“Are there still divine sons and maidens lurking? They are indeed stronger.”
“Boom!”
Very abruptly, a large black claw reached out from the eighteen black prisons that had just vanished. It was as thin as dry wood, dark and cold, reaching forward.
Qi Luo stood within the ancient tower. In his pitch-black eye socket, like a dark universe evolving, he did not act, but a wisp of aura shot forward.
“Swoosh!”
The large black claw seemed to sense something and vanished instantly. Others didn’t understand why the mysterious figure suddenly retreated.
“It seems to be a king who has achieved the Dao, from Hell, frightened off by Qi Luo.” Ye Fan’s heart tightened. Only he had personally sensed it. When he searched for the Divine Maiden of Hell again, she had already disappeared.
He didn’t delay, breaking outward. Surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of great experts, anyone would feel pressure.
“The Celestial Prince asked us to act—how can we let you leave!”
“Lord Yuangu also said that if we find you, we must delay you until he arrives. Don’t think of leaving today.”
“I’ve always wanted to fight the Human Sacred Body. Today is the perfect chance to settle this wish.”
A group of people blocked his escape. Some were truly powerful, wanting to duel him to temper themselves, while others harbored deep hostility.
The young elites of the ancient tribes attacked, various lights flashing, cutting off the path ahead. Moreover, the assassin dynasty still had a divine son here, not leaving, watching covetously from the shadows.
“If you insist on blocking me, don’t blame me for slaughtering without mercy!”
Ye Fan’s expression darkened. His combat power surged, rising to its limit. He sensed a threat—there must be a great enemy among them.
He expanded the Golden Sacred Domain. Various laws flew toward him but couldn’t get close. Then, like a divine lion, he charged forward, beginning a great slaughter.
“Boom!”
A pagoda fell, striking the Golden Sacred Domain and sending Ye Fan stumbling. One could imagine how heavy that blow was!
“You again!” Ye Fan turned back and saw it was the white-haired man of the Silver Moon Clan, who had stomped at him with the Wind and Cloud War Boots earlier.
Clanging sounds rang out incessantly. Many people attacked, sending ancient treasures flying, extremely terrifying. Ye Fan raised his combat power, fighting desperately, shaking off those around him, then aimed at Yue Qianqiu and shouted: “Om!”
The Buddhist Six-Character True Word emerged, transforming into supreme sound waves that surged in all directions. Immediately, seven or eight experts bore the brunt and shattered one after another.
Everyone was shocked. The dead experts came from different races, all elites among elites, each with heaven-defying strength, yet they were crushed by Ye Fan’s single roar.
Yue Qianqiu coughed up blood. The exquisite pagoda before him shattered, and his body flew sideways. Even as strong as he was, he couldn’t withstand this blow.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan’s dharma body grew large, and he stomped forward with a massive foot, pressing down like a mountain. Yue Qianqiu cried out, and the Wind and Cloud War Boots on his feet glowed, carrying him away as a streak of light.
However, Ye Fan activated the Weapon Art again. The precious boots on Yue Qianqiu’s feet suddenly emitted an eerie light. With a miserable scream, a burst of blood light appeared, and his feet turned into bloody pulp.
“Pfft!”
Ye Fan stomped down. This king among elites of the Silver Moon Clan, already standing on the threshold of severing the Dao at the third level of Immortal Platform, still couldn’t withstand it. He was trampled to death, leaving only a pair of war boots.
“Boom!”
In the sky, a delicate jade hand reached down, rapidly enlarging, like a deity descending to the mortal world. The jade hand covered the sky, pressing toward Ye Fan, shattering everything.
Ye Fan struck upward. Another person dared to fight him physically—in his eyes, they were courting death.
However, things went beyond his expectations. After the violent collision, that pure white large hand did not shatter, remaining completely intact.
“Ancient emperor bloodline—the ancient emperor’s daughter, Fire Qilin Child, has arrived!” someone exclaimed.
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