The ancient road’s competition was fierce; no one knew how many outstanding talents had fallen, burying their bones in foreign lands, yet who would turn back for them, pause their steps, and leave a glance behind? A pile of white bones would not draw anyone’s attention.
This was a blood-stained road, destined for cruelty, accompanied by the loneliness of the strong, ultimately achieving glory for only one person.
Over so many years, people had long grown accustomed to one heroic figure after another meeting a bloody end. Only the battle between the Sacred Body and the Tyrant Body was so different, drawing the attention of countless cities, stirring up world-shaking clouds and wind.
This was a battle of legends, worthy of the sidelong glances of the powerhouses across the entire starry ancient road!
“What? The Peerless Tyrant King has been injured — this is the first time in decades he’s suffered a serious wound. It’s simply… unbelievable.”
“This is truly astonishing. The young supreme being with the Heavenly Tyrant Blood flowing through him actually… nearly perished. It’s hard to believe.”
Ahead, there was an uproar as mountains and rivers collapsed. The ancient mausoleum emitted wisps of imperial might. The Tyrant King was sent flying sideways, his entire body covered in purple blood, his divine radiance brilliant, wounds covering him densely — he was nearly torn apart.
No one had expected that the young supreme being of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage would be wounded on this ancient continent floating in the universe. Even his immortal physique, as strong as it was, had nearly been torn to pieces.
A mysterious powerhouse within the ancient mausoleum had issued a challenge. The Heavenly Tyrant Body had appeared, intending to breach the entrance to the tomb of the Ancient Emperor and seize the world-defying fortune within, but the formation patterns inside had reawakened, nearly executing him.
Everyone had witnessed this scene, and their hearts couldn’t help but leap. In all these years, this was the first time the Tyrant King had been wounded — on the ancient road, he had always been invincible.
Boom!
The Ancient Emperor’s might was astonishing — a surging mist of chaos rumbled forth, as if the Silver River of the nine heavens had descended, submerging the entrance to the ancient mausoleum.
That was how the Peerless Tyrant King had been sent flying — merely grazed by the edge of an imperial rune pattern, and already this had happened. One could imagine how terrifying it truly was.
“The Peerless Tyrant King was too arrogant. Seeing that someone could enter the Emperor’s tomb, he believed himself invincible among the younger generation, the strongest supreme being, and so he forced his way in directly, resulting in this misfortune.”
Everyone’s hearts trembled violently. It wasn’t that the Heavenly Tyrant Body wasn’t strong enough — it was that the dignity of the Ancient Emperor could not be defiled. Suffering such a grave wound while assaulting the mausoleum was not so strange after all.
The purple tyrant blood boiled, surging up to pierce the clouds. The Tyrant King healed himself on the spot, possessing world-defying divine techniques — the bloodstains on his body flowed backward, wounds closing instantly, his life essence and spirit rapidly recovering.
That he could recover so swiftly after suffering such a grievous wound left people shaken.
“That fellow in the tomb is truly difficult to deal with. He must have triggered the imperial rune patterns at the exit — otherwise, how could nothing have happened during all the time we spent attacking it?”
“Absolutely. This can’t possibly be an honest person. Just look at how he wanted to take us as disciples — you could tell right there how shameless he is.”
The Five Great Experts discussed quietly among themselves. They had personally witnessed all of this, understanding more than others, and naturally knew more of the inside details.
No one knew how many years this ancient continent had drifted through the universe, suspected to be the burial place of the Ancient Emperor. It was no shameful thing for the Tyrant King to be wounded here.
Because over the years, not only had a Great Sage of the human race fallen on similar continents, but also two ancient evil gods of other races, as well as a Sacred Spirit.
This only further highlighted the extraordinary nature of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood, revered as one of the great supreme beings of the younger generation — truly world-defying!
The vast mist of chaos receded, and the Ancient Emperor’s aura withdrew. The Tyrant King sat cross-legged above an ancient peak, his entire body submerged in purple energy, appearing as if he had healed his wounds, yet he did not rise.
Some speculated that he might have injured his origin essence.
Suddenly, a terrifying figure flew past — so fast that the eye could not follow its trajectory, as if time itself flowed backward, the void itself twisting.
“Boom!”
This person was a blur, rushing right up to the Tyrant King, throwing a punch to kill — powerful to the absolute peak, shattering the heavens in all four directions, the long river of time seeming to reverse!
The Tyrant King’s eyes snapped open, shooting out two beams of purple divine lightning that tore through the void. He threw a punch to meet the attacker, and the entire heavens were shattered.
There, a blinding light erupted, as if a sun had exploded, spreading across the universe, sweeping this entire domain — extremely resplendent and awe-inspiring.
Everyone was stunned. This person was too powerful — daring to strike at the Tyrant King while he was healing. He was certainly one of the young supreme beings; otherwise how would he dare make a move?
Because even wounded, the Heavenly Tyrant Body was not something an ordinary person could contend with. Only those few individuals would have the chance.
There, the ferocity was unmatched, as if two primordial deities were battling. The brilliant light utterly submerged the heavens — nothing else could be seen, only vast waves of the Dao.
“Ah…”
A Sage King screamed miserably, having failed to retreat in time, struck directly by the blazing light wave, severed clean in two, falling from the high heavens, blood staining the sky.
In the distance, people’s hair stood on end. What kind of battle strength was this?
The mysterious figure’s combat strength was unmatched, and the Peerless Tyrant King was likewise a peerless divine hero — this was merely the aftershock of their battle, yet it already carried such terrifying power, capable of sweeping an entire domain!
There, a supreme aura of one who would slaughter all living beings and demand that all spirits bow in worship spread outward, making people’s hearts tremble.
“Pretending — you were never wounded at all.” A divine voice traveled through, vanishing in an instant, merging into the dark universe, tearing through the heavens as it departed.
Rumble!
The Tyrant King punched out from behind, his purple battle-body tearing through the void, vast ripples surging into the cold universe, making the stellar domain tremble, terror boundless — he chased after him.
Everyone was shocked. That person just now was certainly one of the young supreme beings — otherwise how could he possess such a shockingly terrifying level of power, subduing everyone present?
“Who is he? So overwhelmingly powerful, trying to use this opportunity to kill the Tyrant King!”
“Is it the Great Demon God Guhuang who sweeps across the world, or Diitian who reigns over the road ahead?!”
This made everyone tremble. The two had departed, but the aftershocks of their battle still raged on. People believed themselves incomparably inferior — many bodies actually convulsed under such overwhelming divine might.
Among the several young supreme beings, there had never been a true life-and-death battle. Since a single strike couldn’t guarantee a kill, they generally wouldn’t make a move — but just now, someone had finally been unable to restrain themselves.
What made hearts pound violently was that the Tyrant King had never actually been wounded at all — it was all a disguise. He had guessed someone would make a move against him and wanted to see exactly who bore him ill will.
Rumble!
Between heaven and earth, purple energy surged to the sky. The Tyrant King stood there, black hair scattered loose, purple lightning blazing in his eyes, like an ancient god, possessing an air of swallowing mountains and rivers, of standing supreme and alone across the six directions and eight wildernesses.
He took a step down from the starry sky, as if a heavenly god descending to earth, once again arriving on this continent.
The Peerless Tyrant King had always been invincible among those who walked the trial road, whether in the past or now — always so. No one had ever been able to wound him.
Purple energy surged across his body, cascading down in wisps like great waterfalls, sweeping across the vast earth, surging through the entire heavens — as if there were no one in this world who could shake him, looking down disdainfully upon all under heaven, gazing proudly across the eight wildernesses.
He hadn’t been wounded — it had been a deliberate disguise. Once this astonishing truth was revealed, it served as the greatest deterrent to all the heroes on this continent.
Had the Tyrant King just now been trying to kill an opponent? Unfortunately, he hadn’t succeeded.
Who could contend for supremacy on the starry ancient road? People’s fear of him deepened even further — this person with the Heavenly Tyrant Blood flowing through him was too formidable, unmatched.
This time, he turned his body once more, charging again toward the entrance of the Emperor’s tomb, observing carefully, still preparing to attack it, to break it open and seize the world-defying fortune within.
“The Tyrant King is too powerful. This kind of display has simply severed the hopes of everyone else. Only the several young supreme beings can cross blades with him and continue contending for supremacy.”
“When will these few actually have a true battle?”
“Soon, I think. Once the battle between the Tyrant King and the Sacred Body concludes, he’ll go all out, settling the outcome with the other great young supreme beings, competing for the Emperor’s path.”
Before the Emperor’s tomb, things gradually calmed down. Many cultivators on the ancient road retreated, not daring to disturb the Tyrant King — his peerless tyrannical aura just now had subdued everyone.
“Hey, I’m talking to you, purple-blooded monster outside. Are you tired of living? Why do you keep pacing back and forth in front of me? If you’ve got the guts, come in and fight me. Otherwise, hurry up and kneel in submission, then get lost!”
Just as the Tyrant King stood alone, swallowing mountains and rivers, dominating this continent, that same arrogant voice from before rang out once more from deep within the ancient mausoleum, completely disregarding the Heavenly Tyrant Blood.
Everyone clicked their tongues — this person was truly a remarkable figure.
Only the Five Great Experts from before grumbled inwardly, secretly despising this fellow. Clearly he was the one trapped inside, unable to get out, waiting for someone else to break it open for him — yet he struck such a pose.
“Does this fellow have some kind of innate sense of superiority? Rare indeed, constantly hypnotizing himself into believing he’s invincible, that he’s a supreme being?”
“No, this person is likely truly a close friend of the Sacred Body. He wants to enrage the Tyrant King, keep him here, buying time for the Sacred Body who lies buried at the Emperor’s star.”
After the Five Great Experts reached this conclusion, they actually developed a bit of respect for this shameless individual.
But then, recalling how this fellow had treated them so ruthlessly, and how he gnawed on coffin boards, this slightly elevated image immediately collapsed — they always felt this wasn’t a good character after all.
“Heavenly Tyrant Body, do you yield?” A disdainful voice came from deep within the ancient mausoleum.
When everyone heard this challenge, they immediately broke out in a fresh sweat. This person’s sense of superiority was far too intense — before the real confrontation had even begun, he’d already placed himself above the nine heavens, looking down on the mortal world below, not regarding the Tyrant King at all.
In the days that followed, people continuously arrived — not to contend with the Tyrant King, but to pay homage to this “great deity,” all wanting to see and hear just how arrogant and domineering the person in the tomb truly was. After all, in decades past, no one had ever dared to criticize the Tyrant King like this, showing him no regard whatsoever — utterly unprecedented.
For a time, this “great deity” stirred the ancient road. Many people admired him to the point of prostrating themselves — regardless of his actual strength, he was now undoubtedly hailed as a remarkable figure, the only one who claimed he could crush the Tyrant King with a single finger and make him kneel and sing his submission.
Regardless, he remained alive and kicking, living quite well inside the ancient mausoleum.
“Tyrant King, dare you battle me!” One day, another shout resounded through the starry sky. The news came from a human sacred city — another person challenging the Tyrant King.
People were in an uproar. What was happening? Why were people challenging the status of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood one after another, trying to shake this young supreme being’s position? It was alarming.
Soon, people confirmed this was a powerful demon race expert, who had actually set foot on the human race’s starry ancient road — also from the Emperor’s Burial Star, once honored as the Southern Demon.
“For a demon race member to walk the human race’s ancient road takes tremendous courage. One misstep and he’d become the common enemy of the world, swarmed and slaughtered. This person is no ordinary figure.”
“I heard he’s about to leave the human race’s ancient road, being brought onto another path by an ancient demon who regards him with exceptional importance. Perhaps he truly is a world-defying existence.”
Many discussed heatedly — the confrontation between the Sacred Body and the Tyrant Body had stirred up such waves, one after another, people stepping forward, all because of the fated battle about to unfold.
“So they’re all from the Emperor’s Burial Star? I’ll just kill them all together!” The young supreme being with the Heavenly Tyrant Blood flowing through him finally spoke, displaying his peerless tyrannical air, cold and merciless.
In the human race’s Fiftieth City, Ye Fan learned of all this. In recent days, messengers had been coming and going, bringing the latest rumors, sparking heated discussion.
Ye Fan’s heart surged with turbulent emotion — he had heard news of an old friend, his heart wildly excited. He immediately stepped forward, having Liu Yun relay a message on his behalf.
“Tell Hun Zhan: if he doesn’t fear battle, show yourself now! If he wants to live a few more years, disappear from the ancient road immediately, and never again put on airs as a young supreme being in front of me — or I will surely suppress and kill him!”
Once these words were spoken, they immediately caused a sensation, spreading down along the ancient road.
Ye Fan spoke these words not out of any rash impulsiveness — he was truly worried about Pang Bo in the ancient tomb. He could be certain it was him, and feared that if the mausoleum were truly broken open by the Tyrant King, misfortune might befall him.
The Guide Envoy appeared immediately, seeking him out, his face full of urgency. “There’s a Dao Guardian stepping forward to suppress the Tyrant King, forcing him to retreat — why did you choose this moment to issue a challenge?”
“Let him come, then. Who’s afraid of whom!” Ye Fan said.
“He set foot on the starry ancient road before you did — his cultivation realm surpasses yours by a level. You absolutely cannot engage him in a decisive battle at this time,” the Guide Envoy warned solemnly.
“If he comes to contend with me on equal footing, I will fight him fairly. If he tries to suppress me with a higher cultivation realm, then…”
“Then what can you do?” the Guide Envoy asked.
“Then I’ll kill him by any means necessary!” Ye Fan said resolutely.
Guide Envoy: “@##@#¥……”
“Lord Guide Envoy, what are you saying?”
“Were you and that fellow in the great tomb born from the same mother? Why are you both so arrogant? What do you think the Heavenly Tyrant Blood is, that you speak of killing him so casually?!” The Guide Envoy had truly lost his composure.
Ye Fan, by contrast, remained quite calm. “Though killing him would be considerably difficult, it’s still worth attempting — it’s not as if there’s no way at all.”
The Guide Envoy said gravely, “How would you kill him? He entered the Sage King realm many years ago. As formidable as Diitian, as terrifying as the Great Demon God, as invincible as the Human King — to this day, none of them have managed to harm so much as a hair on his head. Every one of those figures is a supreme being of the younger generation, their reputations having spread even to the ancient roads of other races, yet none of them can slay him. They’re wary of each other — no one dares to act rashly first.”
Ye Fan said calmly, “In a truly fair fight, I fear no one. But if he tries to suppress me using a higher cultivation realm, even without a real chance, I’ll create one to kill him. Should he dare return, this stellar domain where the human race’s Fiftieth City stands will become his burial ground.”