Ye Fan stood alone against three, blocking the path of Huang Xudao, Huo Qizi, and Huo Lin’er. His dark-gold spear stretched across the heavens as he prepared to fight three Ancient Emperor’s Sons single-handedly.
On the other side, the Holy Prince gripped his heavy black gold staff and faced off against the Crown Prince of Heaven. Between them, the Dao resonated — rumbling and stirring, releasing a sound like mountains collapsing and seas heaving.
Below, the ground was a scene of utter devastation and ruin. The capital of the Yan Kingdom had been reduced to rubble, strewn with bloodstains and littered with severed limbs in every corner, buried beneath debris.
Not a single person in the entire city had survived. The Crown Prince of Heaven’s hurled divine spear had cut them all down cleanly — not even a cultivator had escaped. It was a scene drenched in blood, too horrific to behold.
“You have finally shown yourselves. Not one of you will leave alive today!” The Crown Prince of Heaven roared. The fury written across his incomparably beautiful face sat strangely out of place.
“Crown Prince of Heaven, you even struck down ordinary mortals — do you have even a shred of conscience?” the Holy Prince demanded.
“Conscience? You raided my palace, seized my treasured artifacts, and humiliated me — was that not the same?” The Crown Prince of Heaven struck back point-for-point, dismissing the deaths of an entire city as if they were utterly beneath consideration.
The Holy Prince rebuked him: “Can those things even be compared?! You brought your forces to besiege and exterminate us — naturally that makes us mortal enemies in a fight to the death. Whether we stripped your palace or killed your subordinates, all of that is entirely normal in the context of war. But you indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people — what did you drag those ordinary mortals into this for? They had nothing to do with either of us, yet they died for nothing.”
“They are nothing but insects. A wave of the hand is enough to wipe them out — their deaths are no great loss. They blocked my path, so I swept them away. Quite satisfying, in fact,” the Crown Prince of Heaven said, the coldness in his pupils growing more intense.
“For those words alone, I will destroy you today,” Ye Fan spoke. His dark-gold spear exhaled a breath-taking divine radiance.
“The human race truly is worthless — purely creatures driven by emotion. I only slaughtered one city, and that was enough to draw you out,” the Crown Prince of Heaven said, cold and unhurried.
“It is not only my human race — I believe this holds true for all races. It is likely only a cold-blooded, merciless creature such as yourself who places no value on human life,” Ye Fan said in a low, grave voice.
“If you had come out sooner, none of this would have been necessary. But you feared me and only now emerge — there is no one who can save you now. Today, I will uproot every last one of you!” the Crown Prince of Heaven said, his voice glacial and ominous.
“Are you qualified to say those words? Who is it that fears whom — me or the Holy Prince? What great might you display — enlisting three Ancient Emperor’s Sons, bringing along the Eight Divine Generals, and having several half-Saints assist you as well. It is perfectly clear who harbors fear in his heart,” Ye Fan said coldly. “If you have the courage, come and fight me alone. If you are afraid, I will fight you with one hand tied — even that is enough to crush you.”
Ye Fan’s words came out sharp and crisp, openly challenging the Crown Prince of Heaven before everyone present. He called on him to fight one-on-one, demanding the other Ancient Emperor’s Sons and half-Saints step back, and asked bluntly whether he dared to accept.
“Who do you think you are? You are not even worth my time. Today I will slay this wild ape first, then deal with you,” the Crown Prince of Heaven said coldly.
“You finally dare to face me one-on-one?” The Holy Prince’s fiery golden eyes blazed, and the golden fur all over his body gleamed with a crystalline sheen. He was filled with fighting spirit and battle lust, so excited he was nearly trembling.
The nature of the Fighting Saint Ape Clan was plain to see — born for battle, driven mad by battle. The more powerful the opponent, the higher their spirits soared. At this moment, he could hardly restrain himself from throwing his head back and letting out a howl.
“There is no satisfaction in killing a mere monkey head — it is a waste of time and gains nothing. Brother Huo Qizi, come and help me put him down,” the Crown Prince of Heaven said.
Huo Qizi’s build was lean yet powerfully built. A thick mane of blue hair fell loose around him. His eyes opened and shut with flashes of divine light — like two sacred lanterns. His horns jutted prominently. He possessed the bearing of an emperor, like an ancient deity.
Within his body, the sound of blood surging through his veins was like mountains collapsing and seas heaving — so thunderous that many people’s faces went pale. It was as though a great emperor lay dormant within him, ready to awaken at any moment.
He took one step forward, and every cloud in the distant sky scattered. Every movement of his hands and feet seemed capable of effortlessly cleaving the entire world apart. The power of his bloodline was incomparably formidable.
Boom!
Ye Fan threw a punch to intercept him, blocking his path. The brief exchange between them shook the cosmos. Hundreds upon thousands of cracks spread through the void, while distant mountain ranges collapsed in great swaths.
Whoosh!
Their figures separated. Each stood in a different section of the heavens, facing each other from afar, radiating an intimidating aura.
“You coward — you will never reach the heights of your father!” The Holy Prince wore a cold smile at the corner of his lips, his gaze fixed on the Crown Prince of Heaven.
The Crown Prince of Heaven was genuinely taken aback. He had not expected the mysterious human cultivator holding the dark-gold spear to hold his own against Huo Qizi without falling into a disadvantage. He said coldly, “How laughable. What is the point of doing this? I dare say — even if you stop us here, many among the human race will not appreciate it. Some will even blame you for bringing disaster upon them.”
Ye Fan fell silent. What the other said was true. The nature of human hearts was such that it left one helpless — sometimes all one could do was sigh.
The Crown Prince of Heaven had always been a radical, advocating for the extermination of the human race. He had first persuaded the Divine Spirit Valley to destroy the Southern Ridge Barbarian Tribes, then at the Great Assembly of Ten Thousand Races at the Jade Pool, he had fervently incited the Ancient Ancestor Kings to move against the human race.
If this man attained Sainthood, he would know no restraint — he would flatten countless great human sects. He was an absolute catastrophe waiting to happen.
Ye Fan moved against him to eliminate this danger once and for all.
And yet — even though the Crown Prince of Heaven had long sought to annihilate the human Dao lineages, and had now massacred innocents besides — there would still be human “guardians of righteousness” who would step forward to point the blame at Ye Fan, claiming he should not have provoked the Crown Prince of Heaven. All of this could be foreseen.
“Enough talk. A life-or-death battle — I will take your life today!” the Holy Prince struck. He had no desire to waste time. Rarely did he get a chance to fight the Crown Prince of Heaven alone, and he intended to seize this opportunity to put him down.
Hum!
The iron staff stretched across the heavens, silencing all ten directions. The ancient wasteland split open. The very Dao of heaven and earth trembled. The Fighting Saint Ape Clan were born warriors — their attack power was unrivaled in all the world.
Clang!
The Crown Prince of Heaven’s hair flew wild as he gripped the Immortal Blade of Heaven. Its blazing light sliced through ten thousand layers of heaven, crashing against the black gold staff. Immortal light bloomed brilliantly, raining down in hundreds of millions of strands.
Every single strand crushed a mountain ridge. Distant wastelands collapsed in great swaths, reduced to dust. The once lush and thriving mountain ranges were instantly stripped bare — not a blade of grass remained, everything leveled to the ground.
The Holy Prince engaged the Crown Prince of Heaven in battle!
This was a peak duel the likes of which had not been seen in over ten years — a battle between Ancient Emperor’s Sons, enough to shake the world. This clash was enough to make all of the Eastern Wasteland tremble.
“It has begun — the Crown Prince of Heaven versus the Holy Prince! This is a continuation of the unfinished battle between their ancient forebears, the Immortal Emperor and the Holy Emperor — finally come to pass again.”
To say nothing of the human race — even the various champions among the Ancient Clan were dazzled and transfixed. This was a battle of monumental significance.
The Immortal Emperor of Heaven had stood supreme and aloft — revered by all races, surpassing even the gods. Every Ancient Clan had bowed in reverence before him.
The Fighting Holy Emperor had been the emperor of the final age of antiquity — his battle power shook through all of ancient history, without equal throughout that entire era. He was equally awe-inspiring.
And now their descendants clashed. This moment created an atmosphere unlike anything that had come before — an indirect confrontation between the ancient Immortal Emperor and Holy Emperor. Which was the stronger?
Boom!
Ye Fan and Huang Xudao clashed. His fist struck out with unstoppable momentum — before that fist, a thousand stars blazed brilliantly, and their light carved through the vast reaches of eternity. His bravery knew no match.
After a violent collision, they were both sent flying backward.
Huang Xudao’s form was continuously blurred, cloaked in Dao traces that prevented anyone from seeing his true face clearly. But his strength was beyond question — he had lived his entire life for the Dao alone.
Boom!
Huo Qizi was about to strike — to cut down the Holy Prince. Like a blue savage dragon stretching across the sky, his physical body pulverized the void. In all six directions, everything collapsed. His overwhelming aura made all living things tremble. Every bird and beast throughout the ancient wastes prostrated themselves on the ground.
At the same moment, Huo Lin’er moved as well. Her full head of blue hair shimmered radiantly. Like a descending goddess, her eyes blazed brilliantly — she was nothing like her former gentle beauty. She was imposing and formidable.
Boom! She raised one jade hand and swept it down. Heaven and earth crumbled — nothing could withstand it.
Ye Fan’s true body intercepted Huo Qizi; his Dao-body intercepted Huo Lin’er. He blocked both their paths. A violent and intense series of collisions erupted, shaking the heavens in all ten directions.
“What — he is fighting three Ancient Emperor’s Sons alone?!”
In the distance, even the Eight Divine Generals were stunned. They could not believe what they were seeing. What extraordinary audacity — to stand there alone and do this!
“Arrogance — does he truly think he is the reincarnation of a great human emperor, to dare stand one against three?!”
Boom!
An intense battle erupted. Ye Fan alone held back all three Ancient Emperor’s Sons. His speed reached the absolute extreme — so fast it made people tremble. Two bodies struck at three opponents simultaneously.
“Kill!”
The Eight Divine Generals struck as well. Hidden among them were several half-Saints — and not one of them charged toward Ye Fan, for they all assumed three Ancient Emperor’s Sons was more than enough to cut him down.
Every powerful fighter rushed toward the Holy Prince instead, intending to help the Crown Prince of Heaven deliver the killing blow.
“Kill—!” Battle cries shook the heavens.
The ringing of swords rang out. The Black Emperor and the others launched their attack, driving a grand formation forward, blocking the Eight Divine Generals from providing reinforcement. A chaotic melee erupted.
As time passed, countless human cultivators arrived. From across the Eastern Wasteland, any number of great powers came rushing over, drawn to witness this world-shaking battle.
Ye Fan blocked the three Ancient Emperor’s Sons. At first, he held back from a true life-or-death exchange — his only goal was to buy time for the Holy Prince. Even so, what resulted was enough to overturn heaven and reverse the flow of rivers.
The world was stunned. People were too shocked for words. Exactly who was this — standing alone against three Ancient Emperor’s bloodlines?!
“He is using ingenuity to overcome all methods. With his Dao-body assisting him, he can temporarily hold off three Ancient Emperor’s Sons — that is understandable. But when time runs out, he will surely fall!” Several Ancient Clan champions had also arrived, watching the battle from a distance.
“Even so, this is truly astonishing. He must be at minimum of Ancient Emperor’s Son caliber — but he is only a human being. Could he possibly be the son of an ancient great emperor?!”
Ye Fan battled three Ancient Emperor’s Sons simultaneously. The shock that swept the world left everyone who arrived on the scene in a complete daze — mouths agape and speechless.
“Get out of my way!” Huo Qizi roared in fury. He finally unleashed a power that beggared all imagination. Blue radiance boiled like a sea.
An immortal phoenix spread its wings and shook the nine heavens. Huang Xudao’s form grew even more indistinct, but his strikes became several times more ferocious than before, his attacks hammering down toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan’s eyes blazed with intensity. His true body and Dao-body moved in unison. Vast fields of starlight appeared, enveloping Huang Xudao, Huo Qizi, and Huo Lin’er within.
Boom!
Slashing upward through nine layers of heaven, slashing downward through ten layers of earth — Ye Fan seemed to split open all of nine heavens and ten earths, opening a new world. Primordial energy billowed forth. Ancient star after ancient star appeared, turning slowly, emanating an invincible power that had no peer throughout the ages.
He drove one ancient star after another forward — like an Immortal King descending to the mortal world, he unleashed a world-grinding force. His true body and Dao-body kept all three of them trapped within the sea of stars.
“This is—” More and more people arrived. Whether Ancient Clan or human champions, all of them were stricken with awe.
“He truly is fighting three Ancient Emperor’s Sons alone!”
Ye Fan struck with vast and majestic power. Ancient life stars rotated one after another, their surging force without equal. Each ancient star could transform into a Dao sword, a cauldron, or a great bell — incomparable in power.
Clang!
One ancient star transformed into a Dao sword and cleaved downward.
Clang—
Another ancient star rang out with a sound like a great bell — a profound divine ripple that shattered the heavens, sweeping across all three Ancient Emperor’s Sons.
This was a battle that left people in a state of euphoric disbelief, everyone trembling with excitement.
The Holy Prince and the Crown Prince of Heaven were locked in a life-and-death struggle, pushed to white-hot intensity — while Ye Fan alone temporarily holding back three Ancient Emperor’s Sons made everyone feel as though they must be dreaming.