A long stream of golden blood shot into the air, splattering far away, its divine radiance dazzling in the dark universe.

The hearts of the crowd trembled — this was the blood unique to a Saint Body. Was this duel about to reach its conclusion? Such a cruel result, arriving so quickly.

Over a hundred thousand years ago, it had been just like this, in this very star region. Would the same tragedy play out again?

Ye Fan’s body shook violently, nearly falling off Long Ma’s back into the universe. A terrifying wound had appeared on his left ribs, torn open by the blood spear, deep enough to show bone.

“The Saint Body is going to lose!” Many people opened their Heavenly Eyes, staring unblinking at everything unfolding. They knew that life and death might be decided in the very next instant.

The two mounts passed each other, each charging to one side. The terrible wound on Ye Fan’s left ribs would not heal for a moment — a purple ripple was spreading, transforming the blood essence within his body.

Pfft!

This was not the end, but only the beginning. From the wound, another stream of golden blood surged out again, as the whirling force left behind by the Tyrant Overlord ran rampant within him.

“You… are you alright?” Long Ma’s body was covered in a wide spray of golden blood. It felt a chill run through its body, shuddered, then turned its head to look back.

The Purple Qilin carried the Tyrant Overlord as it leapt through the air, the aura of rider and mount together unspeakably terrifying. Wisps of purple energy trailed down from him, engulfing the Tyrant Overlord — he looked as though a god had been reborn.

“Is this really a battle between equals?” Long Ma was furious, because it sensed a wave of overwhelming power, far surpassing that of a Saint.

Ye Fan said nothing, circulating the secret art of the character “Zhe” to heal his wound, quickly expelling the purple ripple and dissolving it. Wisps of hazy purple mist dispersed, and the wound finally closed.

“Die!”

The Tyrant Overlord gave a low roar, driving the Purple Qilin forward, hoping to seize the chance to kill Ye Fan. Purple mist billowed as black metal armor enveloped him, mysterious and oppressive.

“BOOM!”

The Tyrant Overlord gripped his spear, wielding overwhelming divine might, like a great star crashing down, a destructive force in his wake shattering the void and summoning forth chaotic mist.

Suddenly, his body convulsed violently, nearly toppling off the Purple Qilin’s back. A burst of purple blood bloomed from his chest, strikingly vivid, carrying a trace of divine power.

“What? The Tyrant Overlord is wounded too!” The crowd was greatly shocked.

The Purple Qilin roared, halting in the void, its scales glowing all over. On its back, the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage had a wound on his chest, exposing stark white bone, purple blood gushing forth.

This had been cut open by the spear tip, infused with Ye Fan’s life essence and spirit, causing tremendous damage — only forcibly suppressed by the Tyrant Overlord himself.

At this moment, he turned and charged back, wanting to press the advantage and kill Ye Fan in one stroke, never expecting his wound would burst open, purple Tyrant Blood spraying everywhere.

Long Ma’s heart skipped, saying, “Could it be that he’s really fighting us as an equal?”

Everyone was shaken — the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage had traversed the ancient starways for decades, and had never once been wounded by an opponent in single combat. This was the first time.

It could be said that Ye Fan had set a precedent!

“The Tyrant Overlord’s strength has reached this level — he naturally has his own dignity and pride. Only in an equal battle, suppressing a sworn enemy, can he fully display the imperial bearing of one destined to reign supreme over the world.”

People knew that with these two locked in fierce contention, a battle between sworn enemies of the same rank, it was truly hard to say who was weaker or stronger — one was a young Sovereign of the starways, the other a Saint Body from the Grave Emperor Star, both worthy of being called supreme in this world.

Blood streamed from the Tyrant Overlord’s chest, wisps of golden radiance running wild within his body. His body let out a thunderous boom, radiating boundless purple light, shaking the starry sky.

Ye Fan’s expression changed for the first time — more so than when they had first clashed!

That was the secret of the character “Zhe,” the flawless character “Zhe”! It could restore the Tyrant Overlord’s wounded body in an instant, returning him to his peak state.

“Divine Spirit… Undying Technique!” Many people cried out in shock.

In the Age of Myth, a Heavenly Venerate had pioneered the Undying Divine Technique, which later evolved further into the secret of the character “Zhe” — one of the rarest and most wondrous techniques, said to grant immortality and indestructibility.

Purple blood energy surged and steamed as the Tyrant Overlord’s chest healed at a visible speed, bursts of sutra-chanting sounds emanating from within his body, as though a divine spirit were blessing him and extending his lifespan.

Ye Fan was deeply moved — how could the Tyrant Overlord possess the mantra of “Zhe”? This was the ancient divine scripture of the Ziwei Ancient Star Region; back then, he and Yin Tiande had each seized half a page of the Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold Book.

“BOOM!”

The Tyrant Overlord recovered fully, gazing coldly over. Through his heavy armor, what kind of eyes were those? Brilliant purple pupils, lightning radiating in all directions, making people tremble.

“In the Age of Myth, my ancestor slaughtered gods and beheaded supreme beings among the Sacred Spirits to obtain this secret technique. Where did you learn half of it from?” the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage asked coldly.

Ye Fan raised his dark gold spear, pointing it at the Tyrant Overlord, giving no response. He urged Long Ma forward, charging in to attack.

BOOM!

The spear tip seemed to overturn heaven and earth, its edge fully revealed, its killing intent boundless, the starry sky shaking violently. Far away, onlookers were terrified — this level of combat power was simply not something a Saint should be able to display.

Was he truly just a Saint? This was the question on everyone’s mind. In the eyes of the various powers, this was clearly the manifestation of someone who had entered the Saint King realm years ago.

The Tyrant Overlord sneered, charging forward with his blood-colored war spear in one hand, while the five fingers of his left hand spread wide, nine ancient characters gleaming, forming a peerless cage to suppress Ye Fan — this was the supreme “Emperor’s Script” from the Dao Sutra.

Throughout the vast heavens, all manner of light danced, as though a Great Emperor sat chanting sutras deep within the universe, suppressing the mortal world.

Ye Fan remained fearless, his spear clashing against the war spear, while simultaneously his left hand reached out, nine golden ancient characters gleaming, radiating blazing light.

These were the nine ancient characters from the Solar Immortal Sutra, personally transmitted by the divine will of the Solar Sage Emperor, of immeasurable value.

The nine ancient characters shone brightly, like nine radiant galaxies, draining all color from everything, the universe instantly dimming.

“Ding!”

Spear tip and spear blade collided, and the two nearly released their grips at the same moment, then both extended their right hands, pressing down against each other.

The aura of ancient Great Emperors permeated the air, the sutra-chanting growing more ethereal and mysterious. Nine ancient characters from the Dao Sutra appeared between Ye Fan’s right hand, while nine ancient characters from the Lunar Immortal Sutra appeared between the Tyrant Overlord’s right hand, an icy chill pressing in.

Each of them commanded eighteen characters, and both had the same thought — to strike first and suppress the other’s true body — neither expecting the other had the same idea.

The supreme secret characters from the three immortal scriptures — Lunar, Solar, and Dao Sutra — were under their command, and now, as they collided, the most terrifying thing happened: the heavens themselves shattered!

Especially where Sun and Moon met — it was horrifying to the extreme, as if witnessing the opening of heaven and earth. Chaos being born anew, the cycle of life and rebirth, all within a single thought.

Pfft!

Ye Fan and the Tyrant Overlord’s bodies burst open at the same instant, golden blood scattering, purple blood splattering, and then each retreated, nearly perishing together.

This was a brutal duel — strong as the Saint Body was, sturdy as the Tyrant Body was, both had half their bodies shattered, wounded to the core by the collision force of Sun and Moon and the suppression of the Dao Sutra’s nine characters.

Far away, the hearts of onlookers pounded wildly — what kind of scriptures did these two men command? Clearly these were Emperor’s Scripts, and each of them possessed more than one ancient scripture.

Ye Fan’s eyes grew ever more profound, still composed. His left hand manifested the nine ancient characters of the Dao Sutra for defense, while his right hand unleashed the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!

This had never happened before — in the past he had always been the aggressor, since no one surpassed him in offensive power. But now, in this life-or-death duel, he had no choice but to remain cautious and careful.

The nine ancient characters of the Dao Sutra suppressed eternity, cutting across the vast heavens, shielding his body from behind. Meanwhile, his right hand, transformed into a golden fist, crushed everything in its path, advancing without equal.

The moment the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist emerged, sun and moon lost their light, the star regions lost their color — there was simply nothing that could withstand it.

BOOM!

The Tyrant Overlord’s expression changed, more grave than ever before. Wisps of hazy purple energy steamed from his body — his left hand bearing the nine characters of the Lunar Immortal Sutra to counter the Dao Sutra’s nine characters, while his right hand formed a divine seal, manifesting a Tyrant Bell that boomed and roared, shaking the starry sky to pieces.

This sight was utterly terrifying, like a demon god annihilating the world!

“The Sacred Art of Warfare…” Ye Fan’s pupils contracted sharply. The Tyrant Body actually possessed this secret technique — this was the technique he relied upon most, the one from which the majority of his divine arts had been derived.

In the Age of Myth, this wondrous technique had once been obtained by a supreme being of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage.

This was a brutal struggle, like needle against wheat awn, like a dragon in the clouds meeting a dragon in the mist, each displaying their learning, clashing fiercely.

BOOM!

The eighteen ancient characters erupted first, both of them battered bloody, wounds covering their entire bodies. Then the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist struck the Tyrant Bell, even more violently.

The great bell tolled leisurely, as if echoing from primordial antiquity, the golden fist passing straight through the bell’s body, striking directly at the Tyrant Overlord, colliding repeatedly with his purple blood energy.

“Pfft!”

Blood sprayed between the two of them — again, both sides suffered, both toppling from their mounts, their whole bodies covered in wounds, blood flowing ceaselessly.

At this point, the two mounts broke free, charging at each other, engaging in their own separate fierce battle.

The Tyrant Overlord, blood energy swirling about his body, circulated the secret of the character “Zhe,” healing his wounds at the first opportunity, while Ye Fan charged straight in to strike him down — in terms of healing speed, he knew he could not match his opponent, so he could only keep attacking relentlessly, giving his enemy no time to recover.

“This isn’t good — the Tyrant Overlord possesses the flawless Divine Spirit Undying Technique, his recovery speed is half again as fast. He’ll likely wear the Saint Body down to death,” said Zhao Gongyi, the receiving envoy of the Fiftieth Human Race City, his expression grave.

Yang Xi clenched her small fists, her large eyes blinking, biting her lip as she said, “Uncle will definitely win! Unrivaled under heaven!”

Yang Yunteng’s face showed worry — the Tyrant Overlord was divinely mighty, having shaken the ancient starways, older than Ye Fan by no small margin, having cultivated the Dao for decades longer, now a generation’s Saint King. If he stopped suppressing his cultivation realm, it would be simply unimaginable!

The receiving envoy Zhao Gongyi also furrowed his brow slightly, saying, “The Tyrant Overlord has always done as he pleases, acting without restraint — no rules or constraints can bind him. Right now he only wants to prove that he can kill a sworn enemy even while suppressing his own realm to the same level. But if this drags on too long, it wouldn’t be surprising if he immediately resorted to ruthless measures.”

“Die!”

At this moment, the Tyrant Overlord let out a low roar, his entire body radiating an ocean of blood energy, purple energy shaking the universe. He looked like a demon god breaking free from some sealed realm, shattering his shackles, terrifying beyond measure.

Ye Fan also gave a clear cry, no longer defending, entering a state of pure offense. The two clashed together in a life-and-death struggle.

“BOOM!”

The two fought a bloody battle, their attack power shaking the various powers throughout the starry sky, each one dumbstruck, even the Saint Kings unable to help but shudder, feeling a chill rising up their spines, retreating step by step.

These two were only at the Saint realm, yet they were already capable of slaying Saint Kings one after another — how could this not be terrifying and hair-raising?!

The Tyrant Overlord howled like a wild beast, ferocious light blazing in his eyes, unleashing the Tyrant Fist — created by combining the techniques of the Divine race, Sacred Spirits, and Heavenly Venerates of his lineage — attacking Ye Fan with mad abandon.

Ye Fan let go completely, striking with full force, unleashing the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist one blow after another, advancing without equal, each punch drawing Tyrant Blood, striking again and again, as though turning six ancient wheels of the universe, carving open the cycle of reincarnation.

The battle between the two was far too brutal — golden fists, purple Tyrant fists, every strike shattering heaven and earth, their hands piercing straight through each other’s bodies several times.

The Tyrant Overlord’s armor was shattered all over, his body nearly beaten to pieces, blood flowing like a river, yet he grew only more ferocious. His Tyrant Fist was unrivaled, his wondrous techniques peerless, all lost arts — he actually tore a two-pound chunk of flesh and blood clean off Ye Fan’s body.

“Pfft!”

He opened his mouth and bit down, swallowing it whole, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, making onlookers’ hair stand on end, a chill running through their entire bodies — this was a demon god full of savage wildness.

“Crack!”

In this exchange, Ye Fan’s Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist once again punched clean through the Tyrant Overlord’s body, shattering his ribs. He too showed no mercy, tearing off two of the Tyrant Overlord’s ribs along with a chunk of flesh and blood.

“BOOM!”

He circulated the Solar Immortal Sutra, flames dancing between his fingers, and with a sizzling sound, roasted the two ribs and flesh until glossy and golden, the purple blood steamed dry, giving off the fragrance of cooked meat.

Ye Fan flicked his wrist, tossing the ribs toward Long Ma on the other battlefield, letting it feast.

The Tyrant Overlord devoured the flesh, golden blood dripping between his snow-white teeth, utterly ferocious. Having lost two ribs to the strike, he paid it no mind at all, instead laughing coldly and menacingly.

“I think you’re going to die,” he said coldly.

Ye Fan retorted sharply, “Are you trying to force me to pull up wild grass? Looks like tempering my body ends here.”