Ye Fan pressed down upon the Golden Clan’s Princess, plunging from the clouds to the earth. They were within the golden sacred domain — each instant seeing hundreds upon hundreds of exchanges, divine techniques blazing, light and aurora spraying in all directions.

One moment they separated, the next they collided back together. This was the most intense battle between those of Emperor’s descent — surpassing even that day’s fight against the Celestial Emperor’s son.

The Golden Clan’s Heavenly Maiden’s crystalline, shimmering hair streamed in all directions. Having already put some distance between herself and Ye Fan, she was — even as strong as she was — still a woman. This entangled and improper style of fighting was driving her to the point of madness.

“Heavens!”

A cultivator cried out. When the two separated from their close-quarters grappling, a rain of golden light fell in all directions and shreds of clothing flew through the air — the Golden Princess’s upper body exposed snow-white and fine-textured skin, as though carved from gleaming ivory, making onlookers feel dizzy.

Yet the watching crowd had no chance to see clearly. In a flash of light, another golden silk divine garment appeared on her body, concealing her figure — as smooth and beautiful as white mutton-fat jade.

“Your life is mine!” The Golden Princess trembled with fury, her gorgeous crimson lips quivering, her body convulsing. She had walked proudly through the Primordial Age, looking down upon all her contemporaries from on high — and now, in a single battle, she had been reduced to this state.

“Do I look afraid of you?” Ye Fan’s lips curved slightly upward. Unconcerned and indifferent. He had indeed seen things he should not have seen just moments ago — but he gave it no particular mind.

In close-quarters combat against an Ancient Emperor’s descendant, anything could happen. Even being stripped down to bare skin was possible — who would dwell on such things? For in a battle between those of Emperor’s descent, one could die at any moment.

The Golden Clan’s Princess had been raised in the tender care of the Primordial Emperor. Throughout her entire life, only the Golden Emperor — her own biological father — had ever commanded her reverence and awe. For anyone else, she extended not the slightest warmth. She was lofty and untouchable.

In the eyes of Primordial Age contemporaries, she was like the divine moon in the sky — pure, luminous, and sacred. She was the peerless divine maiden whom none could attain, undefeated in the world, with no equal to be found. For her, this day constituted a profound humiliation.

Her golden pupils shot out astonishing lightning, transforming into sword qi that swept in all directions, slashing at Ye Fan — the assault more brutal than ever, fighting until the ancient imperial blood boiled.

The flush of crimson on the Golden Heavenly Maiden’s face had not yet faded. Upon her snow-white, crystalline skin, it was like a brilliant flower in full bloom — bright red petals shimmering with luster.

She had taken on the posture of someone utterly determined to kill the Human Race Sacred Body. She had never suffered such a great loss before — pressed skin to skin against a strange man, very nearly “bare” against one another. In her entire life, she had never known such disgrace.

Golden immortal light cascaded down in a torrent — as fierce and urgent as a wild storm. This place was submerged in golden divine brilliance. Mountains crumbled and earth split, rivers ran dry and lakes drained, clouds steamed and aurora blazed — ten thousand phenomena all at once.

“What does it matter? Stop acting as though you’ve suffered some great loss. It’s not as though you haven’t seen the upper half of my body either,” Ye Fan said in a completely unconcerned tone.

The Golden Princess’s elegant brows shot upward in anger. Her slender, crystalline body trembled with fury, her assault growing even more terrifying. A head of golden hair streamed out, resonating with the Dao. Within her pupils, sun and moon rotated — and a terrifying scene appeared within them, of stars falling and dying.

“Thud!”

Ye Fan met the assault. The golden immortal light swept toward him — and the upper half of his own clothing was reduced to ash, revealing his powerfully built physique, shimmering with precious radiance.

“Are you dissatisfied with that? Do you want to see the upper half of my body a few more times to feel that things are even?” He burst out laughing.

The Golden Princess very nearly bit through her crystalline, pearlescent lips. When had anyone ever dared speak to her this way? In the Primordial Age, even the most supremely gifted of her contemporaries could only gaze up at her from below.

She said not a word. Stepping on the Golden Celestial Void Steps, one step and one illusory dissolution — like a divine being moving through space — golden threads streaming and dancing, an immortal grace and jade-like bearing unmatched in the age, her assault even more terrifying than before.

In the distance, several half-saints felt their bodies turn cold. The pores on their skin went icy. The combat power of this Imperial Clan’s Heavenly Maiden made hearts tremble — as though she walked through the long river of time, her attack coming from a place impossible to guard against.

“Thud! Thud!”

Yet Ye Fan was truly too powerful. His physical body was without peer. He met her with complete composure. At the heart of his being lay the invincible fist intent, and every strike shook the Golden Princess’s palms and fingers with pain, leaving golden bloodstains across the webs between her thumbs and forefingers.

By the three-thousandth exchange, the Golden Princess had been unable to gain the upper hand. Several times, Ye Fan’s strikes had wounded her. She was filled with indignation — that she, the peerless divine maiden of the Primordial Age, could be thwarted like this — and a suffocating sense of frustration weighed upon her heart.

Naturally, Ye Fan grew braver with every exchange. His eyes blazed with brilliant light — for battling the Ancient Emperor’s daughter had allowed him to witness the Primordial Golden Emperor’s path of proof to Dao. The harvest was immense. His gaze grew brighter and brighter, as though he were laying eyes upon a supreme and priceless wonder.

He did not employ any secrets such as the Three Purities from One Breath. He fought alone, in a true life-or-death duel — observing the Golden Ancient Emperor’s great Dao and immortal path. His eyes shone ever brighter, like one beholding the rarest treasure in the world.

“BOOM!”

He pressed forward step by step. His golden fists struck out, shaking the Golden Clan Princess’s body with each hit, forcing her to retreat again and again, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly, a very dangerous presence spread outward. Ye Fan retreated. The Golden Princess across from him curled the corner of her lips into a cold smile and unleashed a killing technique she had never used before.

“Golden Divine Treasury!”

In the distance, Ancient Clan members cried out in shock — they had never imagined they would witness this with their own eyes.

“Such a supreme divine art truly exists!”

According to ancient legend, the Golden Ancient Emperor had sought to force open the immortal realm but ultimately failed. Yet in the moments before his final transcendence, he had opened a mysterious divine treasury world — composed entirely of Dao traces transformed into weapons.

This was a world of secret art — capable of being transformed into boundless, great Dao attacks, evolving into a form of ultimate divine technique. Evidently, the Golden Princess had received this secret transmission.

The Golden Princess stood tall and graceful, her striking beauty breathtaking, golden hair streaming and dancing. Behind her stretched a brilliant, radiant golden divine realm — the legendary boundless divine treasury had appeared.

Within it, a golden ancient bell, a divine cauldron, a Dao sword, a sacred pagoda — one after another gleaming with golden light, rising and sinking in the air. Looking forward, this was a divine treasury world that belonged entirely to weapons.

Not to mention the watching cultivators — even Ye Fan’s heart was shaken. This realm was too magnificent. Everywhere, golden auspicious light. Everywhere, weapons. A world of sacred brilliance — divine instruments beyond all counting.

“Clang!”

The Golden Princess raised her hand. A golden divine sword appeared in her grasp, and she struck it forward in a downward cleave. The razor-sharp sword arc stretched several thousand zhang in length — supremely, world-cuttingly sharp.

Ye Fan threw a punch to shatter it, golden sword qi scattering in all directions. He caught the blow with his bare hands, then charged fiercely forward, rushing straight into the Golden Divine Treasury.

“Clang!”

A great golden bell swayed and tolled, appearing above the Imperial Clan Princess’s head. It sent out a sheet of golden shock waves — rippling rings of Dao — and every mountain and river crumbled to rubble.

Even Ye Fan was struck by the impact, blocked from advancing.

Then, a great cauldron let out a resonant, rumbling hum and descended from the heavens — intent on drawing him inside to be refined.

“Thud!”

Ye Fan opened his mouth and expelled a stream of divine radiance, which transformed into a scroll of an innate Dao diagram. It struck the cauldron and sent it flying away. Yet in the heavens, a tremble — and a golden divine pagoda descended once more, pressing down in suppression.

Weapons without end, attacks without limit. Standing before the Golden Divine Treasury, this Imperial Clan’s Heavenly Maiden seemed to hold absolute command. Behind her, golden world — one formidable weapon after another flying out in dense succession, answering her call.

Yet Ye Fan was not in the least bit flustered. The corner of his mouth curved upward. He activated the Military Scripture, throwing the entire sky of golden weapons into chaos.

These were not true weapons — all of them were Dao traces transformed. He could not fully control every single one, but it was enough. In an instant, this place fell into total confusion.

This was a golden world, every corner filled with weapons — all of them now sent flying in reverse, shooting out in every direction, attacking without distinction, and both of them suffered together.

Had anyone else faced this Golden Divine Treasury, it would have been absolute catastrophe — equivalent to fighting a battle within the very world under the Imperial Clan’s Heavenly Maiden’s command. Yet the Military Scripture stripped this advantage of its overwhelming edge.

Ye Fan began to steal techniques — plundering the Golden Divine Treasury. He felt this was an invincible secret art, and that the vast Dao divine treasury the Golden Ancient Emperor had left behind had infinite and wondrous uses.

The Three Purities from One Breath secret art was deployed. Two Ye Fans appeared. Within this golden world, they worked together to seize golden weapons — each weapon seized allowing him to command one kind of Dao principle.

“Rumble!”

Through the Combat Scripture’s imitation and evolution, one golden weapon after another appeared behind him — an ancient bell, a Dao sword, a precious cauldron, a divine pagoda — one by one, they rose and floated in the air.

“You…!”

The Golden Princess was furious. Her opponent was blatantly and nakedly stealing from her — using secret techniques to peer into the source of her divine treasury and snatch away the sacred blades and divine weapons formed from the various Dao traces.

If the battle continued like this, there was a very real chance her technique would be completely stolen in the end. She had never encountered such an adversary — powerful, terrifying, and absolutely shameless.

Ye Fan paid very close attention to this Golden Divine Treasury. By instinct, he knew the opponent had not yet evolved the secret art to its highest realm — otherwise the terror it would unleash would be boundless.

“BOOM!”

As the two fought to the very end, the Golden Princess could bear it no longer. She spat blood, cracks appearing along her snow-white arms. She had no choice but to begin fleeing in defeat — the Golden Divine Treasury was very nearly becoming her opponent’s own secret art.

“Still a little short. There are some parts I do not yet fully understand — Princess, please continue to instruct me. If nothing else, I can shatter the upper half of my own garments, to give you a good, clear look.”

Ye Fan evolved the Golden Divine Treasury and pressed forward in pursuit. Two versions of himself stood within it, transforming all manner of great Dao weapons into his own.

The Golden Princess spat blood in rage — yet she could only flee helplessly, without the slightest chance of victory. To linger longer would likely see her captured alive.

“Princess, do not worry — we have come.” A half-saint led guards and mounted an attack.

Ye Fan let out a cold snort. Standing in the void, boundless golden radiance blazed at his back. He spread open the Golden Divine Treasury, every weapon ringing and resonating, rising and sinking.

“Kill!”

The moment he uttered that single word, the entire heaven and earth transformed. Behind him, the golden ancient bell, divine sword, precious cauldron, and heaven blade — all charged forward simultaneously. Not a single weapon was a duplicate, and they swept across in a rain of light.

“Pfft! Pfft!”

The Golden Divine Treasury, this supreme secret art, was terrifyingly powerful. In all the world, only Gai Jiuyou and Ye Fan knew the Military Secret — none beyond those two could interfere with it. This was an invincible technique.

After a single rain of golden light swept through, golden divine swords pierced through the half-saint. The ancient bell tolled and swayed, enveloping him — wave after wave of bell force bringing his body to crumble, inch by inch.

Elsewhere, the heaven blades swept across the guards, a precious cauldron refined many of the powerful fighters, and a golden ancient zither sent out divine sound, its aura rampaging in all directions, sweeping across the four quarters.

Destructive power without equal! Countless weapons became a rain of golden light that swept everything before it — every expert who stood in the way was shaved into a blood mist, dissolved into Dao traces. Not one person survived.

The Ancient Emperor’s forbidden secret art had, in this moment, unleashed a divine might that chilled the whole world to the bone!

The Golden Princess burned with hatred. This man had made her lose all face in battle — the upper half of her jade body had been seen entirely, and now he had stolen her immortal art and used it in reverse to slaughter her guards. For her, this was a profound and devastating humiliation.

“Princess, do not flee — I still have questions.” Ye Fan gave chase. He commanded the Movement Secret — the world’s foremost speed — and naturally surpassed every opponent.

The Golden Clan’s Heavenly Maiden said not a word, fleeing at full speed toward the sky. But her adversary was too powerful — she could not shake him free. The few times she struck back, his attacks shredded her golden silk divine garment again and again.

Ancient Clan members intercepted halfway, yet Ye Fan’s assault was simple and direct — the moment the Golden Divine Treasury opened, boundless divine weapons of the Dao appeared. A rain of golden light swept past, and a chorus of anguished cries rang out.

He found this divine technique supremely suited to him. His golden blood qi was limitless — once evolved, it could be called an invincible technique, capable of undiscriminating, all-encompassing attack. He set his resolve: this technique must be taken. He refused to release the Golden Clan’s Heavenly Maiden and prepared to capture her alive.

All the way down this path of slaughter, Ye Fan had driven the Golden Clan’s Princess to complete madness. Whether intentionally or not, time after time her jade body was laid bare — struck until her divine garments shattered, left very nearly without a stitch of clothing to cover herself.

“Princess, please stop. If you are unwilling to be candid with me face to face, then tell me the secret of the divine technique, and I will let you go free.”

“In your dreams!”

“Then forgive me — let us settle this with a final life-or-death conclusion.” Ye Fan spoke, and another round of attacks began. He chased the Primordial Divine Maiden with relentless strikes, fighting until her battle garments fell to ruin and her exquisite body was displayed without concealment — making her teeth ache with fury.

“Capture the Golden Heavenly Maiden alive!” From the distance, the great black dog and the others howled and bellowed.

“Catch the Ancient Emperor’s daughter — bring her back as a village chieftain’s wife!” Long Ma let out a long neigh as well, engaging in psychological warfare.