Chapter 863: All Races Watch
The Primordial Ruins Realm was a scene of utter devastation, shrouded in gloom, like a desolate wasteland at the end of the world, bleak and dreary.
Clattering sounds rang out as countless order chains, dense and interwoven, formed patches upon patches of brilliant lines. These were the tangible forms of the Dao; if a primordial spirit so much as touched them, it would be instantly slain.
A resonant bell wave sounded. The large bell above Yuangu’s head took a heavy blow, nearly shattering as cracks spread across its surface. He raised his war halberd to meet it, colliding with the Primordial Qi Cauldron, finally blocking the killing strike.
“Your technique has been broken. What other methods do you have left?” Yuangu roared. Light bloomed beneath his feet as he stepped onto the order chains, causing the entire void to become crystalline.
One law chain after another, like translucent true dragons, shot toward Ye Fan, attempting to bind him within the Primordial Ruins Realm and utterly annihilate him.
“The Dao has no bounds. This is only the beginning; there’s no talk of breaking or not breaking.” The golden figure remained very calm. The cauldron in his arms rose, hovering above his head, releasing cascading threads of light that protected him.
This was the first time someone had retreated unscathed from Ye Fan’s attack, showing Yuangu’s profound cultivation. Still, Ye Fan was not flustered.
“Clang,” “Clang”…
Every chain rang out, piercing through the void to slaughter Ye Fan. Order divine flames blazed, capable of destroying any primordial spirit; nothing was imperishable.
“Hum”
Ye Fan dodged swiftly, then secretly activated the Weapon Art, trying to make the bell and iron halberd backfire on Yuangu. However, a Dao hum sounded, only lightly shaking them a few times. Those were not physical weapons but constructs woven from order chains—neither a real bell nor a real halberd. It seemed Yuangu was deeply wary of his weapon-controlling technique.
“Clatter”
Hundreds of law chains appeared—this was the Primordial Emperor’s forbidden secret art. Every order chain was crystal clear, brimming with lethal killing intent. These law chains formed an ancient order slaughter formation—an extreme imperial technique!
Falling into this order divine formation made escape nearly impossible, with almost no chance of survival. It was a sure-kill technique from the final chapter of the Primordial Emperor’s secret arts!
Of course, limited by his cultivation and realm, Yuangu could not lay down a flawless ancient imperial law chain formation. Still, this was extremely terrifying; trapped within the order slaughter formation, survival was difficult.
Yet Ye Fan did not meet his doom. He moved like a ghost, the golden figure stepping with the Stride Art, walking through the “countless threads” of Dao principles, evading all calamities.
“You…”
Yuangu was greatly shocked. He had once tested this against a great accomplished king from his own clan, trapping him in the Primordial Ruins Realm, and the man could not escape at all.
The Stride Secret shone brilliantly, flickering through the Dao diagram woven from various order chains. Ye Fan continuously turned danger into safety, pressing forward.
“How can this be?!”
Yuangu felt powerless. How many could actually activate such order chains? Even those who had severed the Dao could barely use them, let alone so many at once!
This should have been a sure kill, but his opponent evaded it effortlessly. The destructive force shredded the void yet could not harm him in the slightest.
“Boom”
The golden figure blazed with golden battle qi, holding the God-Slaying Whip in hand, while the Primordial Qi Cauldron hung above his head. He stepped forward, closing in on Yuangu.
“Die!”
Yuangu roared, his entire body erupting with divine light. The order chains surged like a tidal wave, sweeping toward Ye Fan. At the same time, he raised his war halberd, charging forward.
“Chi”
Ye Fan’s figure flickered, appearing behind Yuangu in an instant. The God-Slaying Whip in his hand lashed out, striking Yuangu’s back.
“Pu”
Yuangu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling violently. He turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“How is this possible? You… you broke through my order divine formation?”
“There’s nothing impossible about it.” Ye Fan’s voice was calm. The golden figure moved again, appearing before Yuangu, the God-Slaying Whip striking down once more.
“Boom”
Yuangu raised his war halberd to block, but the force sent him flying backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he crashed heavily to the ground.
“You lost.” Ye Fan stood before Yuangu, the golden figure looking down at him.
Yuangu lay on the ground, his face pale. He stared at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with unwillingness and shock.
“How… how did you do it?”
“The Dao has no bounds. Your order divine formation is powerful, but it’s not flawless.” Ye Fan’s voice was calm. “I simply found its weakness.”
Yuangu fell silent. He knew he had lost, utterly and completely.
In the distance, the watching crowd was in an uproar.
“He won! Ye Fan actually won!”
“He defeated the ancient imperial prince Yuangu!”
“Unbelievable! He’s only at the second level of the Immortal Platform, yet he defeated a Dao Severance realm ancient imperial prince!”
Everyone was stunned. Ye Fan, at the second level of the Immortal Platform, had fought Yuangu to the death and emerged victorious!
Was the ancient emperor bloodline nothing more than this? Were those the words he had left unsaid? Everyone was dumbfounded!
“If the Human Sacred Body severs the Dao, killing Yuangu would be like slaughtering a dog!” Pang Bo shouted from the crowd, like igniting a volcano. The Qixia Plain instantly erupted.
All eyes were on him!
At this moment, everyone’s gaze focused on the heroic, upright young man in the center of the field. Every face showed emotion, filled with shock, as if looking upon a deity.
Every pore on Ye Fan’s body sprayed auspicious light, shrouding him in a sacred radiance. He walked across the plain, step by step closing in on Yuangu. The sound of his footsteps echoed in everyone’s heart, rhythmic like the beating of heavenly drums!
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