Beating the Heavenly Imperial Son!

Had anyone said such a thing in the past, no one would have believed it — yet today it truly happened. Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Sacred Imperial Son formed a triangular formation, surrounding him and delivering heavy blow after heavy blow.

Bang!

The black iron staff in the Sacred Imperial Son’s hand rose like a black dragon soaring upward, lashing the Heavenly Imperial Son away in a wide arc. His spine nearly shattered. He let out a pained grunt, sent flying sideways.

Thud!

Ye Fan swung his golden fist, raising it high and bringing it down hard on the Heavenly Imperial Son’s body — sending him flying once again, vomiting five-colored divine blood in great mouthfuls.

Ji Zi was equally direct. With the raise of a hand, a void divine stele appeared and pressed down — nearly flattening the Heavenly Imperial Son into a pulp of mud, blood spraying from every inch of him.

Three Imperial Son-level figures acting together — even a divine descendant could not endure it. Suffering a group beating, he had fractures all over his body, blood-stained and wretched.

“Well struck! This wretched imperial son has slaughtered civilians too — he washed an entire city of ordinary people in the Yan territory in blood. How cold is his blood? Dying a hundred times wouldn’t be enough to atone.” Li Heishui said.

Dongfang Ye, Li Tian, and the others all closed in, one by one in a state of great excitement, green light flashing in their eyes. No one had expected to capture the Heavenly Imperial Son alive. They were all itching for the chance to beat him personally.

The Heavenly Imperial Son’s gaze was cold. His entire body was in convulsions. Ye Fan and the Sacred Imperial Son’s trio had nearly beaten him into a cripple — bones broken in multiple places, without a shred of strength to fight back.

“Setting aside your pursuit of us in the past, now you’ve become even more reckless — wiping out no few human sects and killing civilians. You truly haven’t a trace of humanity.”

Dongfang Ye possessed the Savage Tribe’s battle physique. His palms were like millstones. He swung them in wide arcs that compressed the airflow into explosions, the booming sound driving the Heavenly Imperial Son to cough up great mouthfuls of blood.

Beside him, Li Tian threw a punch as well — landing on the Heavenly Imperial Son’s chin. A spray of divine blood flew, and he was sent several meters away.

“Wretched imperial son — you thought yourself a god who could reign over all under heaven, look down upon all living beings, kill whoever you pleased? You’re not worthy!”

Li Heishui, Dongfang Ye, Li Tian, and the others closed in, punching and kicking in a thorough thrashing, verbal reproaches without cease.

The Black Emperor was displeased. “Wretched imperial son? He’s just an egg yolk — stop giving him that title! Whoever keeps using it, I’ll lose my temper with them.”

A crowd of people went at it together. It was to be pitied — the Heavenly Imperial Son had swept all beneath heaven for so many years, and in the end had become a punching bag, beaten by a mob.

“Wretched imperial son — serves you right, you even dared to massacre a city!” Long Ma came over and kicked out a hind leg. It nearly caved in the Heavenly Imperial Son’s skull.

“I said — stop giving him that title…” The Black Emperor swiped out a claw — not at the crowd, but slamming it viciously into the Heavenly Imperial Son’s face, sending him tumbling over more than a dozen somersaults on the spot.

“You’ve come to this, have you?” Ye Fan’s lips held a trace of cold amusement. He put his foot down on the man, treading him into the ground.

“Lowly human race…” The Heavenly Imperial Son’s pupils were full of cold hatred.

“Still talking tough at this point — skin you alive!” Long Ma raised a hoof the size of a bowl and pressed it directly onto his face. The Heavenly Imperial Son — once peerlessly beautiful, renowned as the number-one most handsome man under heaven — instantly had a bruised and swollen nose and face, puffed up like a pig’s head.

“If I die, none of you will live.” The Heavenly Imperial Son was very calm. A ruthless light flashed in his eyes.

“You think we don’t dare kill you?” Ye Fan laughed aloud. He kicked out, sending him rolling like a ball for hundreds of zhang.

In the next instant, the Sacred Imperial Son had long been waiting. The black iron staff was raised high, then swung sideways with great force, landing across the Heavenly Imperial Son’s body.

Crack crack crack!

The sound of bones shattering rang out without pause. In that single instant, more than a hundred bones throughout his entire body broke. He was soaked in blood, slammed into the ground by the staff, unable to stir even once.

“You are fighting me as a group — what kind of skill is that? If you truly consider yourselves Imperial Sons, fight me alone. I could kill all of you!” The Heavenly Imperial Son’s words were ice-cold. His face held a cruel composure. He utterly refused to yield.

“You are not qualified to say such things.” The Sacred Imperial Son said.

“You were first nearly beaten to death by the Sacred Imperial Son, then almost executed by Ji Zi, and finally nearly battered apart by Ye Fan. What right do you have to say this?” Li Tian said.

“You came wielding the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals, bringing out Huang Xu Dao, Huo Qizi, and the others to surround and attack my master and the Sacred Imperial Son. And you have the nerve to talk about fighting one-on-one? You never dared to — not once from beginning to end!” Ye Tong said.

“With the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals at your back and several ancient imperial sons as well, you still couldn’t manage it. Talking about one-on-one now is laughable.” Even the usually amiable Yan Yixi couldn’t help but sneer coldly.

“To avoid prolonging things and giving trouble time to brew, let’s finish him off sooner rather than later. For all we know, an Ancient Ancestral King might come hunting us down.” The Black Emperor said.

“Agreed.” Ye Fan nodded. He drove his golden fist forward directly, sending the Heavenly Imperial Son flying hundreds of zhang, drenched in blood.

Yet he had not turned into a paste of flesh. Though his bones were shattered, his body had not fallen apart — and the bones were already resounding, rapidly regenerating.

The crowd exchanged glances, inwardly marveling. Worthy of being the universally acknowledged descendant of a divine being — possessing the first bloodline constitution under heaven, and not an undeserved reputation.

In the present age, far too few people could withstand a single punch from Ye Fan with their physical body. The Heavenly Imperial Son had endured it, and moreover was able to regenerate almost immediately — frightfully so.

“This wretched imperial son’s bloodline power is truly too formidable. Look at him — he’s glowing all over, the Great Dao’s harmonious tones are resounding, and injuries this severe are nearly restored already.” Dongfang Ye sighed.

Boom!

The Sacred Imperial Son struck. The black iron staff came smashing down, once again shattering every bone in the Heavenly Imperial Son’s body, splitting his five viscera and six organs apart — yet his form still refused to scatter. Radiant divine light shot out everywhere, and once more he healed rapidly.

The crowd’s hearts were shaken. Though the Heavenly Imperial Son was cold-blooded and ruthless, no good character at all — it had to be admitted, his bloodline potential was boundless and immeasurable, exceedingly rare in all the world.

“It is a pity. He became a sheltered sprout in a greenhouse. If he had not, his achievements would have been far beyond what they are now.” Ye Fan said.

Clang!

He summoned the Undying Heaven Blade to his hand. He raised the brilliant long blade and cleaved downward. With a pff and a flash of blood-light, the Heavenly Imperial Son’s body was split open down the middle. He let out a cry of agony, his expression savage beyond control. Five-colored divine blood pooled across the ground.

Bang!

An astonishing thing happened. In nearly the same instant, his two halves rapidly rejoined, becoming one again. Five-colored immortal light spread outward. The Great Dao’s harmonious tones rang without cease.

Sharp intake of breath! Everyone drew a sharp breath. Whatever hatred they held for him, they could not deny — this person’s physique was something the ages had rarely seen. It was simply incomparable to ordinary people.

“This physique — there’s nothing left to say about it.” Even the Black Emperor made this comment.

“Put some of your blood against his to compare — see if you can fully overpower him.” Long Ma said to Ye Fan, the fire of gossip blazing fiercely in its heart.

“You are truly tedious.” Ye Fan disregarded it. Holding the Undying Heaven Blade, he prepared to split the Heavenly Imperial Son apart where he stood.

“Sacred Imperial Son — put some of your blood in and compare it with his.” Long Ma went on to egg the Monkey into it.

“There’s no need. He doesn’t have an invincible heart. Even possessing an immortal body, he would still lose.” The Sacred Imperial Son said.

Ji Zi said: “Physique is not everything. The Ruthless Great Emperor was nothing more than a mortal before completing the Dao — yet in the end he swept across the nine heavens and ten earths, shaking all of ancient and present time.”

The crowd heard this and all nodded.

Pff!

Ye Fan brought the blade down and split open the Heavenly Imperial Son’s skull. The man let out a furious and unwilling howl. His primordial spirit attempted to surge upward — only to be knocked back down by the Sacred Imperial Son with a single blow of the iron staff.

“This scoundrel has divine ancient scriptures on him. The Undying Heavenly Emperor left him far too many precious things — this ten-thousand-age divine book is worth the most.” The Black Emperor said.

Hiss!

The Heavenly Imperial Son’s skull rejoined. The split cranial bones healed once again. Radiant light spread across his entire body, repairing his flesh. He fought back desperately, seeking to cut down everyone around him.

Ye Fan and Ji Zi acted together, scattering his entire cultivation, leaving him unable to retaliate. He fell limp once more.

“Be careful — there are plenty of precious things in him. Don’t ruin them. Take them out one by one!” Long Ma said.

It was a shame Duan De was not here. Otherwise, this master of tomb-raiding would certainly have found this living treasure-vault enormously interesting.

Slap!

The Black Emperor swiped a claw out, extracting a shield from the Heavenly Imperial Son’s Sea of Bitterness. Sacred might radiated from it — silvery-white and gleaming, ancient and mysterious.

“This Sacred Artifact is extraordinary — even Ye Fan’s black arrows couldn’t pierce it in the great battle.”

The Black Emperor was quite the connoisseur. With a few quick movements, he produced a jade bottle. When he pulled out the stopper, a pure fragrance spread through the air in all directions, making one feel as though they might ascend to the heavens.

“This is the Undying Divine Liquid — it can bring the dead back to life, flesh white bones back into being.” The Sacred Imperial Son said. He took a large swallow, then passed it to Ji Zi. Both had been gravely depleted of vitality. As the divine liquid entered their bodies, a radiant light spread from them both — they recovered rapidly.

“An immortal treasure!” The Black Emperor let out another cry of surprise, producing a jade pendant from which immortal mist shot in all directions — its brilliance surging to the heavens.

This was a protective charm refined by an Ancient Sovereign. Possessing it was equivalent to having one extra life. It could be called a rare treasure beyond compare in the world.

The Heavenly Imperial Son’s eyes were spitting fire. These people were treating him as a treasure vault, extracting one divine object after another from within him. He wished to fight back — but could not break free.

Ye Fan, the Sacred Imperial Son, and Ji Zi acted together, pressing down on his primordial spirit. Compared to these external objects, the divine ancient scripture left behind by the Undying Heavenly Emperor held far greater value — a ten-thousand-age divine book.

“I would rather die than let you have this scripture!” The Heavenly Imperial Son went vicious. He would rather burn his consciousness sea to ashes than allow them to probe it.

The three of them pressed him with layer upon layer of suppression. The Heavenly Imperial Son’s Immortal Platform was nearly dissolving into a sphere of light. His expression was savage beyond control. He refused to capitulate.

“Be careful — don’t let him self-destruct!” Long Ma said with a thoroughly “vicious” air.

“The mighty Undying Heavenly Emperor, hailed by ten thousand clans as a divine being worthy of universal reverence — surely he left a true ancient imperial weapon somewhere in the world. From all appearances, it was clearly never in this one’s possession.” The Black Emperor said, searching and looting all the while.

Without his prompting, everyone already knew the Heavenly Imperial Son had never held an imperial weapon. If he had, he would have brought it out long since — things would never have come to this.

“The Undying Heavenly Emperor’s weapon must be of terrifying, boundless power. Could it truly be buried in the dust of history — or is it in the hands of another?” Ye Fan pressed forward. The Heavenly Imperial Son gritted his teeth, seeking to burn his consciousness sea to cinders.

Boom!

Suddenly, at the far edge of the heavens, an extraordinarily terrifying ripple appeared. An ancient sacred might swept across the entire mountain range — every living being trembled!

“This is bad!” Everyone on the scene changed color.

“If I die, none of you will survive. If you wish to live together, you have only one choice — release me!” The Heavenly Imperial Son’s pupils were ice-cold. His face was full of cruel resolution. The worry in his heart had more than halved.

Pff!

Yet the moment he relaxed, Ye Fan swung the Heavenly Blade downward. Divine blood burst outward. This time, not only did he split the man’s physical body in half — he also severed his primordial spirit.

“No…!” he shrieked in a shrill wail, filled with desperate fear. The Ancient Ancestral King had come — rescue was moments away. Just one more instant and it would arrive.

“You cannot kill me!” he said in a trembling voice, full of unwillingness and despair.

Hum!

The Sacred Imperial Son raised the black iron staff, pressing down until the mountain ranges shuddered and the void rang, then brought it down with a bang across the primordial spirit. The sound came to an abrupt end. The divine consciousness became empty.

Ye Fan opened his mouth and roared, breathing out a thread of Dao-light divine flame that reduced the Heavenly Imperial Son’s corpse and every drop of his blood to ashes in an instant — burned completely clean. Nothing remained.

“We’ve shaken the heavens.” The Black Emperor said.