Chapter 837: The World’s Number One
This was a blue-haired woman, with bright eyes and white teeth, a tall and slender figure, skin as white as fine jade, moving gracefully with a swaying gait, exuding a myriad of charms.
Her blue hair shimmered like silk, cascading down to Fire Qilin Child’s waist, adorned with a crystal-clear jade hairpin. At the tip of the pin hung a delicate string of beads, suspending a tiny purple qilin, so lifelike it seemed real, setting off her jade-like cheeks even more brilliantly.
This was the biological daughter of a Primordial Emperor, sealed away like Huo Qizi, revived in the present age. The power of her bloodline inheritance was unimaginable.
Ye Fan was astonished. Such a charming and seductive woman could engage in physical combat with him without suffering any damage herself—truly formidable.
“So this is the bloodline of an Ancient Emperor? As a first-generation descendant, her talent is unparalleled across the ages, with few able to rival her. Her innate conditions are too astonishing!”
The Sacred Body’s flesh was unmatched; strictly speaking, no one among the younger generation dared to clash head-on with him. Yet Fire Qilin Child had met his palm strike without hesitation!
And the daughter of an ancient Saint Emperor’s talent was not limited to her physical body alone—she was the strongest in every other aspect as well. Such a realization was truly terrifying.
“No wonder they say that whenever an Ancient Imperial Prince emerges, it shakes the world, capable of recreating the glory of their forefathers.”
In the past, the Human Clan’s Imperial Sons were like this. Once they matured, they were only one step away from attaining the Dao and entering the realm of the ancient Great Emperors, able to suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The Ancient Imperial Princes were the same. A single year of their cultivation was worth a hundred years of others’ effort. In the future, there would surely be a dialogue among the strongest in the world.
“The Human Clan’s Sacred Body is quite strong. My hand hurts a little—truly unexpected.” Fire Qilin Child smiled lightly, radiant and moving, her blue hair rippling like the essence of the sea.
The crowd was horrified, involuntarily stepping back. The daughter of a Primordial Emperor had arrived, and all were filled with awe, making way without thinking.
From this, one could see the strict hierarchy among the Ancient Clan. People held immense reverence for the ancient emperors, and even their descendants enjoyed the highest status.
Within this palace, there were also Human Clan cultivators, well aware of the Sacred Body’s physical strength. Seeing this scene, they were deeply shocked, lamenting how terrifying the emperor’s descendants were.
“Truly worthy of being the daughter of a Primordial Emperor. Her talent shakes the world, inspiring awe and admiration.” Ye Fan spoke.
“I’m not here to fight you to the death. I’ll leave that to the Celestial Prince or Yuangu. Of course, if my elder brother runs into you, he’ll probably be quite interested too.” She smiled charmingly, her beauty captivating, naturally referring to Huo Qizi.
“Then what advice do you have?” Ye Fan asked.
“Could you return the seed of the Qilin Divine Medicine to me? That’s the only thing our father left us.” Fire Qilin Child said pitifully, but then burst into laughter, adding, “Don’t refuse just yet, okay? My clan will trade it with immortal materials.”
People were stunned, moved by her beauty and lost in thought over her words. The Qilin Divine Medicine had once accompanied a Primordial Emperor and still existed in the world after all these years? It made one feel the terrifying power of time’s passage.
“I’ve said it before: tell me the locations of Mortal World and Hell, and bring me the head of one of their leaders. Then I’ll hand over the Qilin Medicine with both hands. No other conditions will be discussed.” Ye Fan was very straightforward.
He would never give up this medicine. Every ancient Great Emperor had one, without exception. Besides prolonging life, there must be some unknown reason—perhaps it was extremely important in the later stages.
“Let’s talk it over. Don’t be so rigid. What I’ll give you won’t be bad—I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.” Fire Qilin Child smiled sweetly, her long, shapely legs faintly visible as she stepped forward.
“Let’s keep some distance to avoid misunderstandings and conflicts.” Ye Fan said. This woman was as beautiful as a flower, with an immortal grace and jade-like bones, but also extremely dangerous.
“The Sacred Body’s flesh is unmatched. It’s me who should be wary of you.” Fire Qilin Child giggled, moving gracefully, but eventually stopped and didn’t advance further. “Won’t you reconsider? My Fire Qilin Cave has existed since ancient times, once home to a Primordial Emperor. The immortal materials we possess are the dreams of all, more than enough to match the value of the Qilin Medicine.”
Ye Fan shook his head. In this world, he believed the most precious thing was the Immortality Pill. He had seen almost everything else, but divine medicine was the hardest to obtain.
“Alas, what a pity. The ones who came from Hell and Mortal World are the Divine Son and Divine Maiden. If only a leader had come, I could cut off their heads and trade with you—how wonderful that would be.” She climbed onto a jade carriage, resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly into space, her big eyes blinking. She seemed innocent yet seductive, with a strange aura.
The Human Clan cultivators were horrified. Just how powerful was this daughter of a Primordial Emperor? It was a pity she hadn’t fought the Sacred Body to the end—it was hard to gauge.
“Imperial Daughter, if you want to reclaim the Qilin Divine Medicine, I’ll retrieve it for you!” At that moment, a male Ancient Clan member stepped forward. He had a spiritual jade horn growing from his brow, wore chainmail, and had silver hair flowing over his shoulders. He was a strong expert from the Horn Clan.
“Alright, if you bring it back for me, I’ll invite you to stay in Fire Qilin Cave for a year.” Fire Qilin Child laughed, utterly enchanting.
Many from the various Ancient Clan tribes changed color. That was the cultivation site of a Primordial Emperor, also where he spent his later years and passed away. It held endless wonders, and all the saints yearned to enter but had no chance.
“Dong Ba Hong Chuang…” The silver-haired man murmured, chanting an ancient incantation. His body became translucent, emitting a silver light like a divine lamp suspended in the air.
Those around him recoiled as if from a viper, retreating swiftly, flying far away. They were deeply wary of this curse and unwilling to come near.
“This is the Horn Clan’s Death Curse, hard to resolve. When a young elite king at the second level of the Immortal Platform, great perfection, unleashes it, the consequences are terrifying.”
Ye Fan heard their discussions. Once this curse was cast, within a certain range, even if one didn’t die, they would be weakened for years—extremely eerie.
The best course was to retreat immediately, avoid the ancient curse, and then strike after it dissipated. However, he was surrounded, making it hard to break out, giving the Horn Clan expert room to maximize this secret art.
In the air, runes like tadpoles appeared one after another, trapping Ye Fan in the middle. This was a strange power, known as the Death Curse.
“Human Clan Sacred Body, do you think the Ten Thousand Primeval Clans are nothing? You’ve shown disrespect repeatedly. Today, I’ll take your life!”
With a loud shout, the young Horn Clan expert’s silver hair flew wildly, and the jade horn on his brow glowed spiritually, carving runes in the void, dark light flickering.
People retreated even further, afraid of being contaminated. Even the holy light of an Ancestral King’s baptism was hard to cleanse, and one could easily fall.
Yet, to everyone’s surprise, Ye Fan didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, moving toward the center. The tadpole-like patterns were almost touching him.
“Clang, clang, clang”
Ye Fan moved, his fingers like heavenly swords, carving the nine ancient characters recorded in the Dao Scripture into the void. This allowed him to achieve a brief state of eternity, as if standing in another small world.
He stepped forward, as if walking on flat ground. The countless tadpole-like runes all fell, dissipating like ash when they met the nine characters, unable to block him.
“What?!” People were shocked.
For others, they would rather fight a descendant of an Ancient Imperial Clan than confront such a curse head-on. Yet Ye Fan had dismantled it on the spot.
“You…”
The young Horn Clan expert was greatly alarmed. Every enemy he faced had first avoided his edge, then sought an opportunity to strike. This was the first time someone had broken through his attack directly.
He turned to flee. The pressure from the Human Clan Sacred Body was too terrifying, like a blazing immortal furnace closing in, ready to refine him. The boiling golden blood energy made him shudder.
But how could Ye Fan let him escape? Having mastered the Stride Art, his speed was unparalleled. He arrived first, cutting off the path, and punched down.
“Puff”
A spray of blood burst forth. The silver-haired man turned into a mist of blood, his body and soul destroyed, not even a fragment of bone left.
A chill ran through the crowd, but the various Ancient Clan tribes didn’t disperse. A group slowly pressed forward, including elites from royal and even imperial clans.
“Hey, old man, you sold that piece of information to so many of us separately. You must have made quite a bit of source, right?” Fire Qilin Child spoke, staring at the ancient tower ahead.
“The price ranged from ten thousand to fifty thousand jin of source. Not much—I’m just a poor man, far from an Origin Heavenly Master.” Qi Luo laughed.
“Boom”
Without much talk, as if by silent agreement, everyone struck. Various divine principles and secret treasures rose into the air almost simultaneously, heading toward Ye Fan.
“In that case, I’ll go on a killing spree!” Ye Fan gritted his teeth. Today, he wouldn’t leave without paying a bloody price.
He let out a great roar. His Golden Sacred Domain was unmatched, expanded to its maximum, round like the Dao, enveloping him. In an instant, ten thousand laws couldn’t touch him. Without a trace of fear, he charged at the enemies.
A fierce battle erupted. Dozens or even a hundred top experts—even if each only struck once, the combined force was terrifying. Even a king who had severed the Dao at the third level of Immortal Platform would be afraid.
Moreover, among them lurked the Divine Son of the Assassin Divine Dynasty. Once such a person struck, it was a sure kill, and few among the younger generation could avoid or survive.
With so many attacking, each an elite, the combined power was frightening. Ye Fan’s Golden Sacred Domain was nearly shattered. It wasn’t that it was weak, but the enemies were too numerous and each was terrifying.
“Incredible defense! Comparable to a king!”
The attackers were even more shocked. In theory, an expert at the second level of Immortal Platform, great perfection, would be reduced to ash in one blow, but the Human Clan Sacred Body held on.
“Kill!”
The crowd surrounded him, killing cries shaking the heavens.
Ye Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart cold. Among them were several not much weaker than him, and some had one foot in the third level of Immortal Platform, about to succeed in severing the Dao.
“Just what kind of people have come?”
Dozens or a hundred terrifying elite kings moved together, killing until the sun and moon lost their light. Ye Fan suffered repeated heavy blows, thrown back several times, his Golden Sacred Domain on the verge of collapse.
“Invulnerable to ten thousand laws? Break his domain, strip his defense! With so many attacking, we can kill him for sure!” Someone shouted.
In truth, Ye Fan’s domain couldn’t block so many people. It was mainly due to his unmatched Stride Art that he avoided the most terrifying waves of attacks, only clashing when absolutely necessary. If more than twenty people struck the Golden Circle, it would make blood trickle from his lips.
“Kill!”
Ye Fan grew furious, his killing intent boundless. He began a bloody struggle, moving with great force, slaughtering in all directions.
A young elite king from the Shadow Clan silently attacked from behind, hidden in black mist, but Ye Fan detected him instantly. Using the Heavenly Court secret art, he struck down with a hand blade, cleaving him in two. Blood splashed high.
“Freeze Three Thousand Miles!”
A woman in white shouted softly. She was from the Snow Clan, naturally able to perform the Ice Divine Art. A wave of white mist engulfed Ye Fan, sealing him in divine ice.
“Good!” Others exclaimed.
“Bang!”
But the divine ice shattered in an instant. Ye Fan unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, impossible to seal. Moreover, his fist force was unmatched.
“Puff,” “Puff”…
One figure after another turned into blood mist, erased from the world. Eleven elite members of the Ancient Clan were killed with a single punch!
This shocking result stunned people, but they didn’t stop. Even fiercer attacks began. From a distance, everyone launched various weapons at Ye Fan, making him cough up blood, his Golden Sacred Domain breaking open several times.
“Kill!”
Ye Fan shouted again, activating the Weapon Art. All the ancient weapons reversed, as if time flowed backward, undergoing a strange change.
“Ah…”
Screams rose one after another. Nine people died on the spot from their own weapons, and over a dozen others were wounded, covered in blood.
This scene was even more terrifying, making many’s hair stand on end. They gripped their weapons tightly, palms sweating, and some even trembled uncontrollably.
“He’s finished! After taking our combined attack, he can’t last much longer!” Someone sneered, striking first.
“Yes, he’s done for.” The woman from the Ghost Clan laughed sinisterly, her face pale, her arms covered in fine scales. “The blood of ancient humans—I miss it. I wonder how the Sacred Blood tastes now?”
Ye Fan staggered, struggling against so many strong opponents. Even someone at the third level of Immortal Platform couldn’t hold out long. The future kings of various tribes charged together, pressing forward.
“Roar…”
Ye Fan let out a mighty roar, fighting desperately. He leaped into the crowd, grabbed the Ghost Clan woman, and with a violent pull, tore her apart with a bang, blood splattering over him.
The scene was bloody, but it had a powerful deterrent effect, startling many into retreating, unwilling to come close.
“Bang”
Finally, the Golden Sacred Domain collapsed. Ye Fan chanted an ancient scripture—the Nirvana Sutra passed to him by An Miaoyi. His golden blood energy boiled, rapidly healing his injuries.
“Quick, stop him! Don’t give him time!” Many shouted, attacking together.
Ye Fan’s eyes flashed with cold lightning. While healing, he charged forward, pushing the Stride Art to its limit, slaughtering in all directions.
“Boom”
A woman wreathed in flames unleashed a torrent of fire at the critical moment, trying to burn Ye Fan. She was a young expert from the Fire Cloud Clan.
“Battle Saint Art!”
Ye Fan’s gaze was icy. He moved his hands, like Divine King Jiang, dominating the world, actually manifesting a crimson sacred furnace!
“Boom!”
The Eternal Universe Furnace flew out, pressing forward. A chorus of screams erupted. The woman bore the brunt and was killed on the spot. When the sacred furnace burst open, it burned several others to ashes.
While using the Battle Saint Art to manifest the Eternal Universe Furnace, Ye Fan also channeled the sacred power from the Sun Ancient Scripture, completing the furnace’s form, complementing each other.
“Good! Though my Heavenly Court lacks the scriptures of ancient Great Emperors, every generation of its master undergoes countless brutal trials to become the world’s number one!” Qi Luo secretly transmitted from within the ancient tower.
“In the past, if one couldn’t become an unmatched expert or slay all kings, the Heavenly Court would rather choose no master.” Old Knife Handle also transmitted.
“That’s right. The master of the Heavenly Court must be the world’s number one!” Qi Luo’s words rang out like clashing swords, echoing in Ye Fan’s ears like ten thousand blades unsheathing, roaring together.