Ye Fan’s right hand became the Heaven-Overturning Seal. Golden runes were inscribed upon it, strand by strand, line by line. A single strike flipped Li Wentian over and sent him crashing down, blood pouring from his mouth in great gushes.

Like hoisting a dead duck, Ye Fan grabbed him and restrained him, seizing the sky-blue gem-studded robe and holding him upside down in hand.

“This…”

The Golden Clan guards who had charged over felt their hair stand on end. It had all happened too fast — from Ye Fan shattering the divine pagoda and bursting out, to slaying the half-saint, to capturing Li Wentian alive — everything had occurred in a single instant.

“Pfft!”

Ye Fan struck without mercy. Between his palm and fingers, golden runes flickered — like a golden grinding wheel sweeping across — and two guards had their bones broken and their tendons snapped, blood shooting high into the air.

“Enough!” The Golden Princess called out sharply.

Ye Fan paid her no mind. When he had just been drawn into the Daluo Silver Essence half-saint pagoda, these people had wanted to refine him into a pool of pus and blood. How could he stop now?

He held Li Wentian upside down by his ankle bones and wielded him as a humanoid weapon, charging forward to kill.

The onlookers stared, one after another, somewhat dazed. Ye Fan was fighting using a half-saint as a weapon — truly a bit too fierce. Many were left gaping, eyes wide and mouths agape.

“Smack!”

Holding the humanoid weapon, he struck a Golden Clan guard — blood splattering, a corpse sent flying, the primordial divine fire extinguished.

Li Wentian could no longer maintain his composure. He could no longer preserve his original graceful bearing. His expression turned terrible, his lips trembling with rage — this was the first time in his life he had ever been treated this way.

He had known few defeats in his life. He was a pinnacle-level half-saint. Yet today, he had been suppressed by someone of a lower cultivation level, being used as a weapon akin to a bronze mace. This was a profound humiliation.

“Clang! Clang!”

Ye Fan’s brow center flickered. A beam of light resembling a vertical eye appeared — a Dao Sword just an inch in length, ringing with a clear tone. It shot out streaks of sword qi, slicing through three guards horizontally, sending a rain of blood flying.

He dragged Li Wentian forward and made straight for the Golden Princess. Every guard in his path was incapable of resisting — any who offered opposition would inevitably be left as a corpse at his feet.

“He’s charging at the Golden Princess — what audacity! He just slew a Celestial Emperor’s son, and now he intends to face off against the Ancient Emperor’s daughter of another lineage?”

“This… he’s charging directly at the Golden Clan’s Imperial Maiden!”

In all directions, people murmured. One by one, their expressions shifted. This powerful individual believed to be Ye Fan was truly audacious — reckless, with no regard for anything.

“Enough!”

The Golden Princess let out a cold reprimand. Her expression was frigid with arrogance. Golden pupils shot out two dazzling beams of light flying toward Ye Fan — as though sun and moon were in motion, the heavens thundering, Dao traces innumerable.

Ye Fan was fearless. He flicked a finger lightly and said, “Who gave you the right to say ‘enough’? Weren’t you just helping Li Wentian try to deal with me?”

From his fingertip, golden sword waves rippled outward — like a massive stone dropped into the divine sea of a heavenly realm, golden ripples spreading rapidly in all directions. Without question, this was lethal.

“Pfft! Pfft!”

The seven or eight Golden Guards who had surrounded him were swept by the golden ripples. Every single one of them exploded, becoming clouds of bloody mist — unable to even let out a groan.

In all directions, silence fell. The onlookers dared not even draw breath. This person suspected to be Ye Fan was suffocating to behold — dominant, fierce, and with methods that defied the heavens.

With no saint emerging, who in this world could contend with him?

In the current age, there was truly almost no one who could contain him. He had first slain a Celestial Emperor’s son, then directly faced off against the Golden Princess — he had completely brought himself into opposition with the Ancient Emperor’s descendants.

Now, even though Ye Fan had neither acknowledged his identity nor said a word, virtually everyone had guessed: the Sacred Body had returned!

“You have already offended several dozen to a hundred clans — do you now wish to make an enemy of my Golden Clan as well?” The Golden Princess’s golden pupils met the sword waves, and the collision between the two was like a burst of fireworks — brilliant and radiant.

“I have no desire to provoke trouble. But I am not afraid of it either. Since you came here targeting me, I have no choice but to raise my blade against you.” Ye Fan launched directly into an attack. One hand holding Li Wentian, the other forming seals, a black mountain soared into the air and crashed toward the Golden Princess.

“I have not been targeting you. I was merely lending Li Wentian a hand — using my Golden Pupils to help him find a few people. But since you see it that way, there is nothing more to say.” The Golden Princess was exceedingly unyielding, too indifferent to explain herself. Her golden hair shimmered and glittered as she launched immediately into an Ancient Emperor Technique.

Her snow-white jade fingers were as hard as sacred weapons. She dissolved the black mountain and swept a strike toward Ye Fan’s brow center. With a resounding “clang” — like divine gold colliding — Ye Fan blocked with his hand, halting her assault.

Then, in the time it took for sparks to fly, the two exchanged more than a thousand blows. Figures darted and flashed, too fast for the eye to follow — the onlookers simply could not keep pace with their speed.

Throughout all of this, Ye Fan continued to use Li Wentian as a bronze mace — one fist clenched, the other gripping his humanoid weapon — as he dueled against the Golden Princess.

Li Wentian, caught in the middle, felt utterly stifled. There had been a time when he stood proud and exalted, welcomed wherever he went like the moon surrounded by stars. Now he had become a prisoner — worse, a weapon in another man’s hand.

In the distance, Wang Xu’s face had turned iron grey — both shocked and furious. He turned and left, intending to go find his master.

“BOOM!”

Suddenly, a great azure dragon came flying over, coiling around Wang Xu’s waist and carrying him toward the battlefield. This was the True Dragon Seal that Ye Fan had unleashed.

“Trying to leave… is that even possible?” Ye Fan grabbed him and pulled him over in a single motion.

He now held one in each hand — using a pair of humanoid weapons to assault the Golden Princess. The two transformed into bolts of lightning, colliding again and again.

The daughter of a Primordial Emperor — her latent potential was boundless, her power frighteningly great. Golden blood flowed through her veins, her entire body radiating immortal light. Every strike was heaven-shaking.

Though she was a woman, her methods defied the heavens and her divine arts were breathtaking. Her Golden Techniques were unparalleled in the world. Several times she nearly transformed Ye Fan into golden stone. Her combat power was awe-inspiring to all who witnessed it.

“Rumble!”

The daughter of an Ancient Emperor — the blood within her body was like thunder and a raging sea, making the hearts of many onlookers tremble. They retreated quickly. Within every drop of her blood lay the power inherited from the Primordial Emperor.

In the current age, who would dare engage the Sacred Body in physical combat? Only an Emperor’s descendant. Though the Golden Princess appeared graceful and beautiful — of incomparable splendor — once she entered battle, she was like the reincarnation of a female war deity.

Her golden hair, with every toss, cleaved through the void — like the most radiant beam of sunlight dancing — and every strike tore apart heaven and earth.

The two fought, from the great wilderness to the high plateau of the great mound, then from the great mound into the countless mountains and valleys — fighting until the heavens and earth lost their color, until sun and moon went dim.

The Golden Princess was shaken. She had always been supremely confident — even arrogant. In the Primordial Age, she had been undefeated among her generation. Not a single person had ever survived ten moves against her hands. She had looked down upon the Primordial Age and been hailed as the most stunning woman of past and present.

Yet today, she had encountered this great enemy. Through exchange after fierce exchange, her opponent grew braver with every fight — as though a divine radiance was dormant within his body, blazing so brightly it made even her golden pupils ache in waves.

This had never happened before.

“Indeed — no wonder Father said that if I were to be reborn in this age, I would certainly encounter a worthy adversary. It is very possible I will no longer be invincible beneath the heavens.” She recalled the words of the Golden Emperor.

This was a great age. More than just she alone had been reborn. There would certainly be other Ancient Emperor descendants, all waiting for the immortal path to open. No one could claim absolute invincibility.

Now, several Ancient Emperor’s children had emerged — even the descendants of the ancient Great Emperors had appeared. In their respective eras, each had swept through their generation and stood alone and unmatched. Now that they had met, who was stronger and who was weaker was impossible to determine.

“Thud!”

After the one-thousand-seven-hundredth exchange, the light in the Golden Princess’s golden pupils suddenly blazed intensely. The snow-white, jade-like, supremely beautiful face suddenly surged with killing intent. Both slender jade hands struck forward.

Ye Fan, as was his custom, used his pair of humanoid weapons to block. The Golden Princess’s brow furrowed slightly. She shifted her divine technique, striking from across the air — her slender hand cutting through the void, reaching directly for Ye Fan’s throat, intent on taking his head.

Ye Fan stepped back, foot treading the Movement Script.

Suddenly, the Golden Princess brought both hands together in a strange and peculiar posture — both hands shaped like a crystal vase. With a thunderous, explosive boom, heaven and earth shattered!

From the crystal vase, a sheet of golden immortal light flew out. Its killing power was horrifying, and its speed was such that it engulfed everything — including Li Wentian’s senior brother and junior brother — without regard for their safety.

Ye Fan’s expression changed sharply. This was without doubt an Ancient Emperor’s forbidden secret art — more terrifying than the Primordial Emperor’s Dao Sword, more powerful even than the Celestial Emperor son’s Divine Soul Scripture. This woman was a formidable adversary.

Golden Immortal Light!

This was a secret art the Primordial Emperor had comprehended in the moments before his final transcendence. It surpassed worldly law — and if an ancient Great Emperor were to unleash it, true strands of immortal power would certainly manifest.

Ye Fan’s expression shifted as he felt the crisis bearing down on him. Though she was a woman, this adversary before him was even more dangerous than the Celestial Emperor’s son!

“BOOM!”

Both Li Wentian and Wang Xu were blasted apart. Before either could let out a scream of anguish, body and soul were annihilated — both wiped cleanly away.

The Golden Princess struck decisively and fiercely. Through the blood mist, she pressed her attack. The crystal vase remained gripped in both hands, spraying golden immortal light that was capable of destroying the world.

Ye Fan’s entire body broke out in goosebumps. He had known she might disregard Wang Xu’s life, but he had never imagined she would kill even Li Wentian — purely to wound him, to seek the opening to deliver a killing blow.

This woman was ruthless!

Li Wentian had been the prized disciple of an Ancient Saint from beyond the domain. She killed him without a second thought — just to force him to take damage and seize the chance to strike him down.

Ye Fan raised both fists to meet the attack. Starting from his fingertips, golden radiance blazed intensely, spreading rapidly up both arms until they too turned gold. His blood qi boiled.

“It truly is the Sacred Body… golden fists, golden fingers, golden blood qi!”

Someone cried out, but quickly fell silent — their face filled with shock, trembling uncontrollably.

Because a golden light like a vast ocean began spreading outward in all directions — as though a golden sea of forbidden divinity was heaving and surging, rampaging across the heavens!

Golden Immortal Light!

In truth, the onlookers had already realized — Ye Fan’s fists and arms had turned golden because they had been irradiated by this light. He may have met with misfortune.

The Golden Princess had never been defeated in her entire life. She had looked down upon the Primordial Age, gazed disdainfully upon all beneath the heavens, and been hailed as the Imperial Clan’s Heavenly Maiden.

She had awakened more than a decade ago, yet had simply not emerged into the world. Her father had transformed the path of proof to Dao that he himself had once walked, condensing it into a Ten Absolute Imperial Formation and leaving it for her — and only in recent years had she finally walked free of it.

This alone was sufficient to prove that her cultivation was no inferior to that of the Golden Emperor in his youth.

The Golden Ancient Emperor had placed immeasurable hope in her, viewing her as the continuation of his own life — wanting her to enter the immortal realm in his stead.

Beyond the Ten Absolute Imperial Formation, he had also sacrifice-refined a Proof-of-Dao Chart — condensing within it the most perilous tribulations experienced by several legendary Ancient Emperors in their youth, leaving it for his daughter to conquer.

Through all these years, the Golden Princess had been fighting — charging through the life-and-death crises that several Ancient Emperors had faced in their youth. She had borne witness, alone, to the supreme immortal paths of multiple Ancient Emperors.

In emerging into the world this time, though she claimed not to have been targeting Ye Fan primarily, it was not as though she had no intention of suppressing him either. The Golden King had been defeated by the War-Conquering Buddha and had surrendered divine marrow to buy back his life — and that had left this Ancient Emperor’s daughter with a grievance festering in her heart.

Since the War-Conquering Buddha had declared he would not interfere in battles among those of the same generation, even if she were to kill the Sacred Emperor’s son and Ye Fan, there would be nothing for anyone to say.

The golden light was indeed terrifying. Both of Ye Fan’s arms were nearly solidifying — transforming into cold gold, on the verge of shattering to pieces.

“Awaken!”

In that life-or-death instant, he let out a sharp cry. The golden blood qi within his body awakened in full — surging out from every single pore of his body, illuminating the entire sky.

“BOOM!”

His arms instantly returned to normal. Both fists remained golden, but now they pulsed with surging vitality. One fist drove toward the crystal immortal vase. The other hammered toward the Golden Princess’s immortal platform.