“How arrogant — is he not afraid this place will become the burial ground of the Heavenly Overlord Blood?” Long Ma snorted white smoke from his nose, striding forward, his bowl-sized hooves cracking the blue stone ground beneath him.
“Take it easy, Master Long, don’t damage the ancient city.” a soldier nearby said.
These days, they had grown quite familiar with Long Ma, the Golden Lion, and others — a group of Sacred Beasts wandering idly through the city, making the soldiers here feel their pressure doubled, though thankfully no conflict had broken out.
“The Overlord King has always been this way, saying whatever he thinks — since he’s decided to place the battlefield at the Human Race’s Fiftieth City, he surely won’t change his mind.” Liu Yun said, his blue robes fluttering, carrying an air of aloof, otherworldly elegance.
People couldn’t help but sigh softly — the Overlord King’s divine might overshadowed the world, fighting his way deep into the ancient road, and even the messenger he sent was this extraordinary, his cultivation unfathomably deep.
“Whatever he says isn’t necessarily how things go — the affairs of this world are not shaped by his will alone. But one thing is certain — I accept this battle.” Ye Fan said.
His expression calm as he took up the challenge, a fated confrontation now unavoidable!
The Human Race’s Fiftieth City boiled over in this moment — the one possessing the Heavenly Overlord Blood was about to turn back, to fight the Sacred Body from the Emperor’s Burial Star, drawing everyone into heated discussion, none without anticipation.
Over these several decades, no few outstanding talents had been buried in foreign lands, dying along the trial road, but never had a single battle drawn this much attention — this was a sensation.
“Truly looking forward to it — after endless silent ages, the two bloodlines have successively revived and emerged, arriving on the star road, in a peak confrontation — who is weaker, who is stronger, will finally be revealed again!”
“Never before has my blood boiled like this — I’m desperate to see the final outcome of this battle.”
Within the city, countless cultivators’ hearts surged with excitement, unable to calm down, wishing the strongest of the Heavenly Overlord Blood lineage would return at once, to begin this great battle.
The Overlord King had not yet arrived — merely a battle summons sent ahead, and the Sacred Body had accepted the challenge — and already the sound was like a mountain collapsing, a sea roaring; one could see just how great this battle’s influence was.
Liu Yun’s eyes were clear and bright, saying, “Does Brother Ye mean he doesn’t wish to fight in the starry sky where the Human Race’s Fiftieth City is located? But the Overlord King has already chosen this place.”
“I’ve already said — this world does not revolve around him.” Ye Fan said.
Everyone fell silent, not wanting to miss a single word between them — this battle stirred people’s hearts deeply, afraid of missing anything; the scene fell instantly quiet.
Liu Yun said, “Does Brother Ye not feel that fighting here holds special meaning? Over a hundred thousand years ago, a world-shaking, star-shaking great battle once took place at the Human Race’s Fiftieth City — to continue that glorious battle here today, would that not make for a fine tale?”
“What do you mean by that — are you provoking us? This one will suppress you first!” Long Ma turned hostile on the spot. Golden Lion, Black Bear Sage, Scorpion, and others stepped forward, following his lead as their chief.
“Everyone misunderstands — I have no intention to provoke. In the past, the Heavenly Overlord Blood reigned supreme, revered across the world, while the Sacred Body met defeat here, its blood staining the starry sky. To face off here again in this generation carries extraordinary meaning — if the Sacred Body wins this time, would that not reverse everything, wash away that former disgrace?” Liu Yun responded calmly.
Everyone showed a look of surprise — what he said was indeed factual, but it exposed the old wound of the Sacred Body lineage, blood spilled beyond its home, buried in a foreign land — a kind of desolation.
Everyone quietly watched, unsure whether he had said this deliberately or unintentionally. Making the Sacred Body fight in such a tragic place carried a hint of “fighting with one’s back against the wall.”
“The Sacred Body lineage has killed Overlord Bodies before too — why not go to that ancient site instead, let the Overlord Body know shame and rise to the challenge there? Wouldn’t that also make a fine tale?” Long Ma sneered.
“Those ancient domains are very hard to find now.” Liu Yun answered.
Ye Fan waved his hand, not letting them argue further — to him, there was no such thing as shame or disgrace; he simply didn’t hold it in his heart, unrivaled in this generation, caring nothing for bloodline or the past.
“I only want to ask — will he definitely come?”
“Yes. The Overlord King’s word is his bond — everything just now was his intention; I am merely the one delivering the message.” Liu Yun answered firmly.
“How much time is needed?” Ye Fan asked again.
“Not too long — he’ll arrive in the near future.” Liu Yun said.
These years, the deep starry void had been in an uproar — a tomb suspected to belong to an ancient Great Emperor kept developing cracks; countless heroes had been assaulting it for years. The Overlord King too had made his move there, and needed to settle things there recently before he could leave.
“I don’t have time to wait for him. If we’re to fight, let’s get on the road as soon as possible.”
“But, the Overlord King said, choosing the Human Race’s Fiftieth Pass for the decisive battle holds extraordinary meaning for both of you.” Liu Yun said, looking troubled.
Ye Fan responded calmly, saying, “Go tell him — wherever I stand, even if it’s less than a single foot of ground, it can become a battlefield spanning the world. No matter where, we can fight.”
Everyone was struck with a jolt — though the Sacred Body from the Emperor’s Burial Star had spoken no grandiose, stirring words, this calm confidence sent a chill through people’s hearts, revealing a grand, upright composure.
Ye Fan’s convictions were powerful, composed and calm — having finished speaking, he said no more, gazing ahead.
Liu Yun’s heart turned solemn — before coming here he had still harbored some thoughts, that if the Sacred Body had yet to fully grow, he might as well strike first and kill him, leaving behind a tale of his own.
Now it seemed, this opponent’s composed bearing left him uncertain — he set aside that thought, deciding everything should be left to his master, the one with Heavenly Overlord Blood flowing in his veins, to resolve himself.
“Is there anything else you want to say?” Long Ma asked, feeling the Heavenly Overlord Blood lineage was far too arrogant, wishing he could stomp the Overlord King to death with one hoof.
“There is.” Liu Yun nodded, presenting the battle summons with both hands.
“Isn’t it just the character for ‘battle’? We’ve already seen it — is there really a need for this? You treat it as a treasure, but we don’t think much of it.” the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon said.
“The Overlord King said, if the Sacred Body cannot even withstand receiving the battle summons, then he would be very disappointed.” Liu Yun said, his expression turning serious.
This piece of paper suddenly blazed with light, the blood-red character “Battle” upon it growing even more dazzling than before, erupting with a sky-piercing fighting intent, every stroke trembling, like a heaven-piercing sword’s edge.
The blood-red character “Battle” trembled, causing the entire sky to crack, as if about to collapse and fall; everyone outside changed color, all retreating at the first instant.
“DONG…”
A bell toll rang out, shaking the vast heavens into violent tremors, as if a hegemonic bell had revived — the Heavenly Overlord Blood Supreme of over a hundred thousand years ago reappearing, a terrifying wave-pattern spreading outward.
Of course, it didn’t attack everyone — the bell wave seemed to have a will of its own, all rushing toward Ye Fan alone; others could only feel that trembling aura, without suffering serious harm.
“This is… too terrifying — just a piece of paper, a single blood character, and yet it unleashes such an overlord’s ferocious aura, containing the Overlord King’s very spirit and will!”
“Indeed, this wave rivals that of a Sage King!”
Everyone was shocked — to think this was merely a piece of paper, with a single blood character written upon it, and yet it carried such might — how terrifying must the true Overlord King himself be?
“Someone with Heavenly Overlord Blood flowing within is truly terrifying, worthy of being the Supreme of the younger generation on this ancient road — such heaven-defying methods, who could possibly match him?”
Among the Human Race’s Fiftieth City’s original inhabitants were no few ancient clans; now even some powerful old clan patriarchs were marveling, all changing color, their hearts shaken.
“Just a single piece of paper, and the Overlord Body is this formidable — utterly heaven-defying!”
The city buzzed with noise; people now felt some sympathy for Ye Fan — such a formidable fated rival returning to face off against him — even with the Sacred Body’s extraordinary bloodline from the Emperor’s Burial Star, the odds seemed grim.
“He already reached the Sage King realm long ago!” the Guide Zhao Gongyi, who was also watching this, spoke up, naming Hun Zhan’s cultivation level — otherwise, how could he leave behind such a terrifying spiritual will?
“Then what should we do?” Yang Xi asked, tilting his head up, his voice childish and tender.
“I think the Path Protectors will surely step forward to stop this confrontation. They too don’t wish to see a young Supreme fall right now.” the Guide said.
On the ground before Ye Fan, strands of pattern rose up, forming a hand of light that caught the battle summons — even as the character “Battle” tried to split the heavens, in the end it failed to destroy the hand of light.
This was the manifestation of Origin Technique — the Human Race’s Fiftieth City had buried within it who knew how many divine origins, harboring a world-shaking great formation, guarding this ancient city.
Ye Fan’s Origin Technique now reached the heavens, connected to the earth beneath his feet — naturally, in an instant, he had summoned this sacred power, bending it to his own use.
Liu Yun’s heart was startled, quickly retreating outward — he had originally thought the Overlord King’s essence and spirit would surely throw the Sacred Body into a panicked scramble, never expecting the other side hadn’t even needed to lift a hand.
“I’ve read this letter.” Ye Fan said, and the paper fell to the ground; he stepped on it with one foot, light waves flowing, and walked away calmly.
Everyone was shocked — Hun Zhan was overlord-like and fierce, yet the man before them carried an equally imposing aura, stepping on the battle summons with one foot — such a response said everything that needed saying.
The Sacred Body would face the Overlord Body — utterly unavoidable now.
Liu Yun’s heart was puzzled — even if the other party was truly this powerful, it shouldn’t have been possible to remain this composed; to actually step on the letter paper with one foot, without triggering the world-shaking strike within — he found it hard to believe, and walked forward with a look of suspicion, picking up the blood-soaked battle summons.
Faint, barely visible Dao patterns surfaced upon it, and Liu Yun cried out inwardly — not good — quickly throwing it aside, retreating swiftly, but he was still a step too slow. The Overlord King’s spiritual force surged out like a tsunami!
Everyone was sent staggering back, feeling as if a mountain-swallowing Overlord King were roaring, shaking a great bell, his divine might overwhelming, capable of harming even a Sage King.
“PU!”
Liu Yun let out a miserable cry — even reacting swiftly, his body was nearly torn to pieces, flying through the air, blood staining the void red.
Ye Fan did not look back — not everyone could seal the Immortal Six Seals; he could easily seal the battle summons, step on it underfoot, and naturally, unseal it in an instant just the same.
Once triggered, the battle summons was equivalent to a Sage King’s strike; Liu Yun had activated it and presented it to Ye Fan, only to have picked it back up himself, and was suddenly struck — nearly annihilated in body and spirit.
The Sacred Body to face the Overlord Body — this news caused a sensation not only at the Human Race’s Fiftieth Pass, but spread to the nearby ancient roads and cities, and this stretch of road instantly grew clamorous.
“Is it really true? This is like a war among the young generation — absolutely cannot be missed, must go see for ourselves.”
“What a pity… no Divine Light Platform!”
“Petition the Guide, take us along to watch the battle!”
The ancient road boiled over, the news spreading further and further.
“What, Ye Fan has arrived! Damn Heavenly Overlord Body, daring to bully my brother so arrogantly — once this one breaks free, I’ll be the first to destroy you. Someone, come pull me out of this damned great tomb, and I’ll give whoever does a scroll of the Demon Emperor’s Immortal Scripture!”
The news spread swiftly, even some in the deadliest life-forsaken zones, among trial-takers there, were discussing it.