The Tyrant King had arrived — this day had finally come!

The Sacred Body would face the Tyrant King in a decisive battle. These recent days had sparked heated discussion across the entire star road, everyone paying attention, without exception anticipating this battle.

One came from the Emperor’s Burial Star, a place holding too many secrets, the burial ground of the Ancient Emperor, also the place where the path to immortality had opened, burying too many mysteries within.

The other had his own mother star, this bloodline having established an unmatched, illustrious reputation since the mythical age, enduring through eternity, still flourishing to this day, looking down upon the universe with pride.

The Tyrant King sat astride his mount, spear held horizontally, like a demon god descended from the heavenly realm. He wore armor, black metallic divine robes covering both head and feet, his entire body enshrouded, mysterious and full of oppressive force.

In his hand, he held a long ancient war spear, red as fresh blood, radiating overwhelming killing intent, as if it had drunk the blood of countless living beings, its cold aura making even Sages tremble with fear.

At the human race’s Fiftieth City, numerous powerful cultivators rushed out from the city gates, entering the dark universe, feeling this overwhelming power and chill, their entire bodies growing cold, nearly trembling.

“Just how powerful is the Tyrant King really? Perhaps no one truly knows!”

His combat strength was unfathomable. In all these years, no one had ever forced him to unleash his full power — like an invincible deity, his reputation weighing heavily upon people’s hearts.

A single man on a single mount stood there, and with a single roar, this entire stretch of starry sky trembled. The human race’s Fiftieth City glowed brightly throughout, the formations protecting the city activating, defending automatically.

The powerhouses who had entered the universe could initially still hold their ground, but eventually all involuntarily retreated, because that peerless killing intent grew ever more powerful, sweeping past, making many people’s fine hairs fall out from the cold.

Bone-chillingly cold, boundless killing intent!

Many trembled, involuntarily retreating, hardly able to believe this — even from such a great distance, they still couldn’t withstand the Tyrant King’s killing intent.

Everyone silently asked themselves: if it were them going into that decisive battle, how could they possibly fight? Likely, before they could even make a move, they’d be shattered by the Tyrant King’s aura alone, unable to even approach.

Boom!

At the human race’s Fiftieth City, a column of golden blood energy surged up like a pillar supporting heaven, piercing through the starry universe, blanketing everything, surging mightily, shaking the starry sky in all directions until it collapsed.

A tall, sturdy figure emerged, black hair scattered loose, eyes deep and profound, roaring through the starry sky!

A dragon-horse, its entire body radiating flames, trod across the vast expanse, its hooves striking down like a divine drum beating, rhythmic and powerful, wild force rippling, deafeningly loud.

This figure sat astride the dragon-horse, soaring into the sky, arriving in the starry expanse. Starlight scattered down, thousands of strands like a silver waterfall cascading down, setting him off like a supreme being who had crossed worlds to wage war.

The man and mount moved with incredible speed, appearing in the universe, far from the human race’s Fiftieth City — it was none other than Ye Fan and Long Ma.

His whole body boiled with golden blood, exuding a world-defying fighting spirit. At this moment, he carried an aura of swallowing mountains and rivers, meeting the Tyrant King in battle, like an ancient god reborn.

“You’ve come… come and accept your death.” Opposite him, the Tyrant King said coldly, his entire body clad in cold black metallic battle armor, so powerful it left people feeling oppressed.

Only a few cold words, yet they left people horrified, as if a voice from hell itself, pronouncing someone’s fate — confident and dominant.

“Who do you think you are — just a Tyrant Body, is that all?” Ye Fan responded coldly, calm and composed, sitting astride the dragon-horse, utterly unmoved.

Just a Tyrant Body… who else could say such words? One must know, Hun Zhan of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage was a supreme being of the younger generation!

Beneath the starry sky, many cultivators shuddered, sensing Ye Fan’s confidence and restrained edge, imposing in his stillness, like a coiled dragon about to unleash himself upon the wilderness.

Having survived a hundred battles to become Sages, each one of them was an outstanding warrior, the very peak existence in their respective stellar domains, yet here on this ancient road, they could no longer feel so confident — even watching the battle required caution.

“You’re not enough — one hand alone would be enough to suppress you!” the Tyrant King said, sitting astride the purple qilin, gazing across the boundless starry sky, his eyes like two beams of demonic light, piercing through the darkness, oppressing people’s very souls.

And just at this moment, a powerful aura surged forth like an ocean bursting its dam, like a stellar river shattering, rushing forth rapidly, the starry sky splitting in all directions, rushing straight toward everyone in this location.

“So strong…” Long Ma murmured. Even with its boastful personality and unruly temperament, it couldn’t help but frown at this moment, its bronze bell-like eyes opening wide.

Wisps of golden life essence flowed from Ye Fan’s pores, cascading down, blocking off that aura, restoring calm to this place.

Yet the many cultivators in the distance further away hadn’t been able to withstand it — one after another, their faces turned pale, staggering, terrified, faces showing the expression of one who had seen a ferocious ghost, retreating continuously.

The peerless killing intent surged mightily, cracks appearing in the starry sky itself — this alone was a form of deterrence. The Tyrant King’s aura released outward alone was enough to make enemies tremble with fear — if they truly clashed in battle, how much more terrifying would it become?

“Nothing much. In a battle between equals, I’ll pluck your head like pulling a weed from the ground,” Ye Fan said, his calm words carrying a chill within, matching him blow for blow.

Everyone’s hearts jolted. This couldn’t be possible — the Tyrant King’s strength, looking across past and present, was extremely rare. “Invincible among equals, who dares contend” was a perfect description of him.

Only in this golden age of prosperity could there barely be found anyone to match him. Otherwise, with such a figure emerging, all his peers across the world would only be able to live in his shadow, unable to resist.

“Haha…” the Tyrant King laughed loudly, wild and full of cold arrogance, carrying an air of “who under heaven could compare to me,” standing high above, regarding nothing else in his eyes.

Beneath him, the purple qilin raised its head and let out a long cry, its will shaking the universe, making heads feel as if they would split, as if about to explode.

This was a qilin descendant of noble bloodline, rare since ancient times, making people suspect it was truly the offspring of an immortal qilin that had fallen into the mortal world and grown to this stage.

Its body was dazzling purple, crystalline and translucent, radiating the aura of a supreme being among beasts, advancing forward, trampling the universe, wild and unmatched.

The many heroes present changed expression, some sighing sorrowfully in their hearts — this was merely a mount, yet it far surpassed them, utterly unable to compete.

“This is clearly an egg laid by an immortal qilin in the mortal world, having grown to this stage after hatching!” some exclaimed in astonishment, hearts shaken, filled with boundless envy.

The purple qilin roared, its whole body blazing with purple light, the aura of a supreme being among beasts making people’s legs tremble uncontrollably, involuntarily retreating, fear rising in their hearts, bodies turning icy cold.

Long Ma let out a long cry, its voice splitting the heavens, sounding nothing like a horse at all, clearly like a true dragon’s roar, startling the nine heavens!

“What?!”

Everyone was greatly startled, never expecting this horse to also radiate the aura of a supreme being among beasts at this moment. Though its cultivation realm wasn’t at the shocking level, its potential was fully exposed.

“This is… a dragon-horse, the legendary mount of emperors!” the many heroes exclaimed, unable to believe this, never imagining this horse-like creature was equally world-defying.

Normally, Long Ma had deliberately concealed itself, appearing no different from an ordinary horse-spirit, only now revealing just how extraordinary it truly was.

Its whole body flickered with crimson radiance, as if forged from phoenix blood and gold, radiating an aura transcending the mortal to approach immortality, flames blazing beneath its hooves, as if about to ascend on a plume of rosy clouds.

“Kill!”

The Tyrant King let out a great roar, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, the starry sky trembling with him. Man and mount charged forward together, terrifying to the extreme, like a massive demon star crashing down.

Ye Fan let out a shout, his whole body radiating golden splendor, as if blazing fiercely, blood energy sweeping across the six directions, blanketing everything!

At this moment, he activated the Weapon Rune Formula against the Tyrant King, treating that man and mount together as a single weapon, exerting full control, showing no mercy.

Clang, clang…

The black metallic divine robe on the Tyrant King’s body sparked in all directions, as if struck by a hundred thousand heavenly swords, enduring an unparalleled assault, ringing loudly.

Around him, the heavens collapsed, the dark universe splitting apart, that place becoming a ruined wasteland, mist of chaos scattered outward by the force.

Yet, facing such a world-defying assault from Ye Fan, the Tyrant King remained unharmed. He and the purple qilin halted, motionless in the void, only the ringing metallic tremor sounding out.

Hum, boom!

This stretch of starry sky exploded, collapsing entirely.

The crowd was struck with horror, marveling at Ye Fan’s method of killing invisibly, shocked by the Tyrant King’s divine valor and invincibility, actually as immovable as solid rock.

Ye Fan’s pupils contracted — this was the first time the Weapon Rune Formula had failed, unable to shake the young supreme being of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage. This truly was a terrifying enemy to the utmost extreme!

“He’s reached the Sage King realm — there’s truly nothing to be done now…” Long Ma murmured, its heart struck with dread. Facing such an opponent, anyone would feel uneasy.

Being supreme among equals, yet with a cultivation realm far surpassing one’s opponent, would mean a battle without any suspense. Not to mention now — even looking back through ancient times, it would be very difficult to find such an opponent.

“Nine Mysteries — you have it too, but it shall belong to me alone. Thank you for gifting me this fortune!” The Tyrant King, his advance blocked, showed no anger, instead revealing an arrogant expression.

Ye Fan’s gaze turned cold, his heart churning. The Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage was indeed the nemesis of the Sacred Body — there was truly reason behind it. He did indeed possess the qualifications to reign supreme among equals.

In the distance, people’s hearts shook. Ye Fan possessed the Nine Mysteries too — judging by the Tyrant King’s tone, he mastered it as well, otherwise why use the word “too”?

Ye Fan’s black hair danced wildly, his eyes sharp, fighting spirit soaring high, without a trace of fear, holding a black long spear pointed toward his opponent.

“Even at the same realm, I’ll kill you regardless. I’ll give you one chance — come and fight, and I’ll let you die with some dignity,” the Tyrant King said, his eyes blazing with intimidating light, looking down upon all the heroes.

This tyrannical air, this arrogance, this wildness — only he dared speak such words, utterly disregarding all heroes under heaven.

“I’ll pluck your head and send you on your way,” Ye Fan said.

“Boom!”

The Tyrant King’s divine might surged to the heavens, carrying an air of supreme self-regard, looking down upon all outstanding talents under heaven. He held his blood-colored war spear one-handed, pointed at Ye Fan, charging straight forward.

The purple qilin roared, the heavens trampled to pieces — though it was merely one man and one mount, it was as if a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descended, killing intent blanketing everything!

“Kill!”

Ye Fan let out a great roar, urging the dragon-horse forward, his body blazing with golden light as if burning fiercely, the black long spear in his hand shooting forth its edge, shattering the starry sky.

This was a world-defying clash — the two men’s blood spear and long spear collided, their edges meeting, “spear tip” striking “spear point.” In such an extreme decisive battle, that they could clash so precisely like this was almost unbelievable — the most likely outcome would have been passing straight through each other, blood staining the long expanse of sky.

“Rumble!”

The great heavens and earth trembled, divine light blazing between the two, killing intent surging to the heavens, sweeping across the six directions and eight wildernesses, chaotic energy permeating everything, fighting spirit piercing through the starry universe.

This was a great catastrophe. The many heroes present felt chills from head to toe — at this level, with this kind of combat strength, how many tens of thousands of years would it take to encounter such a thing again?

Such young supreme beings could only be found together in an age as golden as this. Though brilliant and resplendent, it was also a tragedy — only one could survive.

“Zheng,” “Zheng”…

Metal trembled and rang out. The black long spear and the blood-colored war spear clashed thousands upon thousands of times in a single instant, each strike precisely spear tip against spear point, too fast for the crowd to even react, far surpassing the speed of common sense!

This was the ultimate battle, the very peak achievable at this cultivation realm — in that single instant, the light illuminated the entire universe, dimming every star in existence.

Rumble!

The two figures crossed paths, their mounts trampling across the long expanse of sky before charging off in opposite directions. Yet one figure suddenly shuddered violently, and a long spray of blood shot into the air!