Chapter 838: Breaking Ten Thousand Techniques
The battle had reached a fever pitch. Ye Fan went berserk, desperately trying to break through, his body drenched in blood as he slaughtered until the crowd trembled, but he himself was also severely wounded.
"Boom," "Boom"...
Continuous violent collisions sent bloody flesh and shattered bones splattering everywhere, the terrifying roar unceasing.
Among the crowd was a peerless expert, supremely powerful. After severing the Dao at Immortal Three, he possessed boundless divine energy, his comprehension of heavenly laws undergoing earth-shattering changes.
He opened his mouth and spat out a beam of Dao light—the culmination of his many years of cultivation—to clash with the golden miniature figure that had merged with the Dao, trying to block this shocking strike.
However, when the primordial spirit merged with the Dao, it also contained the exquisite principle of "one artifact breaking ten thousand techniques." The Primordial Qi Cauldron pressed down, destroying all ancient weapons, divine laws, and the like.
Suddenly, Ye Fan sensed extreme danger. Something had gone wrong with his physical body; someone was trying to attack it.
When this technique appeared, heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and almost no one could break through its restraints. Yet at this moment, someone was forcibly pushing through, trying to approach his physical form.
"Immortal Three Severing the Dao—there's actually another person like this!" Ye Fan's heart sank.
The golden miniature figure, clutching the cauldron, smashed down. The Divine Son of the Mortal World had his entire body shattered, only his primordial spirit escaping with half a skull.
Ye Fan couldn't give chase. His physical body was about to be breached by an enemy, forcing him to abandon everything here and quickly return to his own body.
When the primordial spirit merged with the Dao, carrying the cauldron as it moved, it was extremely fast. Meanwhile, the enemy in this space seemed bound, their movements slowed considerably.
By the time he returned, he narrowly avoided a strike that would have destroyed his physical form, quickly retreating. And at that moment, the movements of those around him returned to normal, all divine laws and weapons flashing like lightning.
There was another person who had severed the Dao at Immortal Three, who had never acted until now, nearly destroying his physical shell.
It was often said that the ten thousand clans were filled with experts, and not all of them came from royal clans. Just like human independent cultivators, some small clans might unexpectedly produce astonishingly powerful peerless masters.
This was a cultivator who had successfully severed the Dao, capable of trading blows with the current ancient imperial princes. How far their future path would extend, no one could say.
It was well known that some ancient emperors were born in small clans, fighting and killing step by step before finally attaining the Dao and establishing the divine might of an imperial clan.
This person, failing in their strike, immediately vanished into the crowd and did not attack again. Ye Fan couldn't dwell on this; he had to break through.
A group like this—every single one at the same cultivation level—killing them all would be a myth. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't single-handedly slay a hundred elite kings of this rank.
"There's only one chance!"
At this moment, he suddenly unleashed his divine phenomena: the golden Sea of Bitterness, the Azure Lotus, the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens, the Splendid Rivers and Mountains—all appearing together, merging into one.
It was still incomplete, but for a brief instant, it emitted boundless light and infinite Dao power. Immediately, screams rang out all around.
The eleven people closest to him all seemed to ascend to immortality, turning into a rain of light and falling, all dead.
Ye Fan charged through, breaking out toward the distance, trying to leave the battlefield.
"Boom!"
In this process, countless laws rained down, covering the sky. After enduring such heavy blows from so many experts, the merged divine phenomena, already on the verge of disappearing, now completely collapsed.
"Ah..."
Another five people were swept in, fading along with the divine phenomena, their flesh and blood mangled, dying high in the sky amid a rain of blood.
"Clang!"
A resonant vibration spread like ripples. A great cauldron appeared above Ye Fan's head, ten thousand strands of Mother Qi cascading down. Gripping the God-Slaying Whip, he continued charging outward.
At this moment, there was no way to summon the Purple-Gold Hammer within his body. Even half a strike would drain his divine power, leaving him unable to fight or flee.
At this point, he couldn't even maintain the Golden Sacred Domain. Fighting to this extent under the relentless assault of over a hundred experts—even a divine son would collapse.
This battle was like a preview of future wars with the ancestral kings of various clans. Some of these people were destined to reach that level of existence.
Even Ye Fan's powerful physical body was on the verge of collapse as he struggled to fight his way through. "Pfft!" The Primordial Qi Cauldron vibrated, and the dazzling, blood-haired man from the Blood Electricity Clan was finally killed.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan swung the God-Slaying Whip in his hand. All of Lu Dongfa's pitch-black feathered wings from the Fallen Feather Clan shattered, and his entire body split apart.
At last, he broke through the encirclement, stepping with the Stride Art as he rushed into the distance.
Fighting alone against the future kings, Ye Fan did not fall. He carved a bloody path forward, leaving behind only a spine-chilling silhouette.
This battle was destined to shake the world, setting a shocking precedent. One person, under the siege of so many terrifying enemies, had escaped unscathed. The entire world would be set ablaze.