The Ancient Celestial Court once ruled over all under heaven, wielding its supreme scepter, influencing the rise and fall of the mortal world, and striking down ancient saints — how many would dare stand against its edge?
For Ye Fan, it was only a fleeting thought. How enormously difficult it would be to rebuild the Celestial Court — setting aside everything else like its deep foundations, the lineage alone would require obtaining the “Movement” Secret among the Nine Secrets before it could even begin.
Still, this did not diminish his resolve. The most pressing matter was to obtain a complete inheritance. Since someone had summoned the powerful figures of the Mortal World to emerge, he could evolve into a Celestial Court killing master to counter them.
But now was not the time for contemplation. Four powerful figures of the Mortal World still stood before him, and they needed to be dealt with completely.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword cries rang across the vast sky. A blood-red sword, a jade-green sword, a violet sword, and a cyan sword — like four long rainbows — pierced through heaven and earth, shooting toward Ye Fan’s skull.
A Vermilion Bird spread across the sky. A True Dragon let out a long cry. A White Tiger roared at the heavens. A Black Tortoise rose and sank. The Four Great Divine Spirits manifested in physical form and charged at Ye Fan together — dragon and tiger contending for supremacy, tortoise and bird dancing in unison, blanketing the vast sky.
Boom!
In the mouths of the True Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise each carried a scroll of Dao. They opened their mouths simultaneously, and the scrolls unfurled downward, sealing toward Ye Fan.
This was the Four Symbols’ Ultimate Kill — the Mortal World’s technique for imprisoning the void. It sealed heaven and earth, making it nearly impossible to move even half a step, as though iron shackles had been clamped upon the enemy.
Ye Fan felt as though he had sunk into a swampy mire. The more he struggled, the tighter the bonds grew. His entire body was squeezed by an invisible force, as though bound by ten-thousand-kilogram chains.
The four assassins’ eyes revealed cruel light. The four swords trembled together, and the dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird became ever more real — the pressure of divine spirits bore down upon him.
The Dao scrolls they had disgorged crackled and snapped like heavenly drums being pounded, vibrating through his entire body so that his blood and qi surged, his bones rattled, and they seemed on the verge of shattering.
Clang!
Ye Fan’s bent body shook violently. His golden blood surged and swelled. His whole body trembled as his physical form unleashed a raw, savage force like an ocean’s expanse!
Boom!
He shattered the shackles and shot straight toward the sky. Then his body shifted sideways — his dragon-form curved figure possessed incomprehensible strength, and he actually broke through!
The Dao diagram unfurled by the Four Great Divine Spirits sealed the void, yet it could not stop this curved human-dragon at all. Ye Fan was like a dragon emerging from the depths — the imprisoning force shattered like paper at a single poke.
Bang!
The void shook, the vast sky trembled, nothing remained stable — Ye Fan, transformed into a Taiji Dao trace, was like a divine artifact refined by a saint. He burst clean through.
Pop… Pop…
Four shattering sounds rang out. The dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird were all pierced clean through — not a single one could stop him for even half a step. The four divine spirit manifestations let out mournful wails before dissolving into smoke and vanishing.
Tear!
The four Dao scrolls they had carried were ripped apart bare-handed by Ye Fan as easily as tattered rags, disappearing into nothingness in the blink of an eye. Dao power surged and rushed out in all directions.
“Run!”
When the four great masters of the Mortal World saw that even the void cage they had laid could not hold Ye Fan, all their expressions changed. Without hesitation and with full resolve, they turned and fled into the distant sky.
“You came to kill me and failed — and now you think you can just leave!” Ye Fan’s crown bone had nearly been pierced, and he had come within a hair’s breadth of death. At this moment, golden blood still trickled from between his dark strands of hair.
The golden blood flowed down his face. His gaze was cold and sharp, his expression steadfast and unyielding. He struck out swiftly — fierce and overbearing, holding nothing back.
Splat!
Ye Fan burst through in a single charge. The fourth man was sliced apart by his curved body, as though a divine blade had swept past. The cut was perfectly clean, and only after a moment did fresh blood come spraying out.
The onlookers could not help but shudder. Ye Fan had killed one after another of the Mortal World’s elite seed-level masters, his ferocity terrifyingly absolute, leaving everyone uneasy. Truly, the Doomsday Holy Body was not to be provoked.
The three remaining men scattered and fled in different directions, yet they could not outpace Ye Fan’s speed. In nearly an instant, he caught up to another. His right hand transformed into True Yang — like flawless white jade — pressing forward.
Clang!
The man hastily struck back. The cyan longsword in his hand snapped on the spot. Blood gushed from his tiger’s mouth, and the immense force sent blood seeping from his entire body.
Thud!
Ye Fan swung his fist, bringing it crashing down like a great mountain descending from the sky, leaving this assassin no room to dodge — he had no choice but to take the blow head-on.
Splat!
This was a force that could topple the withered and break the rotten. Ye Fan, transformed into the Dragon Form Dao trace, possessed terrifying Dao power capable of shattering all obstacles. On the spot, the man’s arms shattered and his physical body dissolved into a bloody pulp.
He burst through again, pursuing the other two. Among them, the white-robed woman had been blocked by the formation runes that the Black Emperor had hastily laid down, while the other had been entangled by Li Heishui.
Hum!
The void trembled. Ye Fan’s curved physical form moved at a terrifying speed — truly like a dragon soaring through the sky — and he shot forward in an instant, stepping aside from Li Heishui to engage in bare-handed combat.
This person was clearly very powerful, unleashing surging magical power to resist continuously. He managed to hold Ye Fan off for a time, but having the Holy Body press in this close meant he had completely lost the initiative.
Hiss!
Ye Fan broke free of the void’s restraints and transformed into a streak of golden light. Both hands struck simultaneously — True Yin and True Yang fused together — and with a thunderous boom, the expanse of sky was shattered. Even a mountain peak below collapsed entirely.
This powerful elite successor spat blood, cracks spreading across his entire body. He flew backward and his eyes revealed a look of horror. He deployed the Mortal World’s concealment technique, attempting to dissolve into nothingness.
Ye Fan gave a cold laugh. After cultivating the Divine Eye, nothing could hide from him. Without the slightest hesitation, his dragon-form body shot forward like an arrow.
Boom!
His left hand was black as ink — representing the single point of True Yin in the Taiji Divine Map. It came crashing down, transforming into a black hole that smashed downward.
The sky shook. An endless and terrifying storm surged forth. The black hole devoured everything — the great stones and ancient trees atop the mountain peaks below were all uprooted and swallowed into it.
Splat!
The elite master’s body was torn into four or five pieces. Blood splattered in every direction. His four limbs and torso all separated, then turned to flying ash that disappeared into the black hole.
Not a single person present was without a chill. The Mortal World’s sky-sent immortal — the unity of man and sword — seven great masters had come to kill, yet he had continuously slain six of them.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan flew across the sky, tracing a profound yet heart-trembling trajectory. He arrived before the white-robed woman. The formation runes the Black Emperor had laid out in haste could not hold her, and she had already broken free.
This woman was not particularly beautiful — she was actually quite ordinary-looking, the sort who would be difficult to notice if she stood in a crowd. Yet it was precisely she who had nearly pierced Ye Fan’s skull.
Clang!
Ye Fan charged, striking her jade-green divine sword with his finger. Sparks flew in all directions, and the aftershock cracked the peak of an entire mountain below. He engaged her in full battle.
Whoosh!
The white-robed woman’s movement techniques were exceedingly strange. She moved like an eel through the void, making it difficult to land a full-force strike against her. She continuously concealed herself in the void, each time launching fierce attacks from the shadows.
Ye Fan’s physical strength was unparalleled. After transforming into the Taiji Dao trace, nothing could resist him, and his speed had reached its absolute limit. Although this white-robed woman was agile and strange, she still could not escape the edge of his assault.
Ye Fan’s fists tore through the sky. Every blow was a heavy strike, and combined with his terrifying speed, he could only be described as a god of slaughter — impossible to resist.
Boom!
With every swing of his fist came surging golden blood qi — like an unconquerable divine being. His eyes were deep and profound, black hair flying, hands fierce and lethal, splitting the sky bare-handed.
Each of Ye Fan’s strikes was absolutely terrifying. He seemed to be swinging with the entire expanse of heaven and earth in motion, nearly suppressing the white-robed woman completely.
Had her movement techniques not been so strange, she would long since have been beaten into a pulp — for even the supremely arrogant Golden-Winged Little Peng King could not withstand this kind of overwhelming divine power.
Boom!
Ye Fan’s golden blood qi shot into the sky. It seemed as though tens of thousands of true dragons were soaring from within his body — the sight was incomparably terrifying. Every time he swung his great hand, the void collapsed.
Thud!
The white-robed woman’s body seeped blood from the surface, cracked apart by the enormous pressure. She could no longer hold on. The green killing sword in her hand shattered with a bang into fragments.
Boom!
Ye Fan blazed like an eternal divine furnace radiating light. His dragon-form curved “Dao body” passed through. His fist power surged like a flood tide. Endless golden radiance drowned out the high sky.
Splat!
This powerful white-robed woman was beaten into a pulp of flesh and blood, killed on the spot. She died beneath the vast sky, until finally nothing remained but a cloud of blood mist drifting in the air.
All of the elite masters dispatched by the Mortal World had been eliminated!
Including the gray-robed man from before, Ye Fan had now slain eight assassins in total. This entire series of clashes and great battles could only be described as a thunderstorm.
He had fought the Golden-Winged Little Peng King for nearly five thousand exchanges, had already suffered heavy wounds, yet still relied on his own power alone to break the Mortal World’s killing formation and slay every last one of them.
At this moment, he could only be described as dominant and overbearing — sending a chill through every onlooker. This was the might of the Holy Body.
“Is he truly near the end of his life? Only half a month of life remaining, yet he still possesses this terrifying battle power…”
“Fortunately, his life is reaching its end. Otherwise, he would have been an unrivaled, generation-defining enemy to all the Holy Sons!”
Feng Huang struggled to remain calm. Beneath her five-colored mask, her flawless countenance showed ripples of emotion, and the light within her beautiful eyes flickered and shifted unpredictably.
Yao Xi, the Violet Mansion Holy Son, Zhao Fa, and the others also found it impossible to quiet their hearts. Each was lost in contemplation, their thoughts varying from one person to the next.
Every Holy Son and every Holy Daughter felt enormous pressure. Not a single one of them dared to claim they could steadily overwhelm Ye Fan now — those who could match edges with him were growing very few indeed!
At this moment, a supremely exceptional figure among the younger generation — the Ji Family’s Divine King Physique — his eyes deep and profound, stared unblinkingly at the scene before him.
Throughout the world, everyone spoke of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King as one who could contend with the Divine Physique. Yet no one truly knew how powerful Ji Haoyue actually was.
Now, his expression was utterly calm, his eyes continuously replaying the images of the battle — deeply mysterious. Many people noticed this, and all felt a chill in their hearts!
“This is the Divine King Physique’s innate Heaven-Evolution divine art — he is evolving the battle that just took place!”
Ji Haoyue was deducing the battle that had just unfolded. Seeing him so composed and at ease, the crowd all drew sharp breaths. People knew he must be capable of fighting the Holy Body.
The Ji Family’s Divine King Physique had not made his move very many times. When people assessed the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s battle power, they always compared him to Ji Haoyue — and in doing so, they had almost forgotten that it was actually Ji Haoyue who was the true king of the Eastern Wastelands.
The Ji Family were descendants of an ancient Great Emperor. Within the Void Ancient Sutra were recorded world-dominating divine arts — the flawless and complete secrets of the Great Emperor!
However, what supreme world-shaking divine arts were recorded in the final pages of the Void Ancient Sutra was known to very few people in the world. Yet it was said they were peerless under heaven.
If the Divine King Physique were to display them — how terrifying would that be? At the very thought of this question, every person could not help but shudder.
Another figure who stood out particularly here was the Yao Guang Holy Son. His hair was light and airy, drifting in the breeze, his eyes like a deep pool.
His gaze continuously flickered and dimmed — as though world after world were being destroyed and created within them. It was a sight that inspired awe. Yet he quickly revealed a smile and returned to his usual composure.
“Just who invited the Mortal World’s elite to kill me…” Ye Fan asked himself inwardly, his eyes sweeping over each person.
The assembled heroes were mostly young. When swept by his sharp gaze, each felt a jolt in their heart and did not dare meet it head-on — a feeling of wanting to retreat arose in them.