First under the starry sky!

Now, these two invincible physiques contending for supremacy was merely a preview of what was possible — the future path to Emperorhood would be paved with mountains of bones, and this battle was destined to be a pivotal one among them.

“Pfft!”

Blood shot three thousand feet into the air, like a divine rainbow slashing across the universe, both stunning and tragic. Golden blood and purple blood splattered everywhere as Ye Fan and the Tyrant Overlord fought themselves into a frenzy, wounded all over, brutally beyond compare.

The Tyrant Overlord might raise his combat power, suppressing Ye Fan with his Saint King realm strength, while Ye Fan had also prepared for the worst — if it came to that, he would use any means necessary to eliminate his fated sworn enemy.

“BOOM!”

The Tyrant Fist was unrivaled, every swing carrying the aura of the vast primordial universe. Behind the Tyrant Overlord, a colossal phantom shadow stood towering, looming over the starry sky, gazing down upon all living beings.

Sun, moon, and stars all revolved around this massive shadow — it looked like a god who had opened heaven and earth!

The galaxy reversed its flow, blood blossoms danced through the air, the Tyrant Fist swung to its utmost extreme, capable of destroying anything. Had Ye Fan not commanded the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, this battle would have been immeasurably difficult — the fighting will was simply too terrifying.

The two moved swift as lightning, like two great stars colliding repeatedly, accompanied by thunder and lightning, blazing radiance exploding, shaking the heavens until they trembled, the starry sky dimming.

Every punch drew blood, bones shattering, an unbearable sight — the Saint Body and the Tyrant Body, flesh and blood flying everywhere, this level of combat too gruesome to witness, stunning everyone into silence.

In the dark universe, the various powers felt an icy chill through their bodies — this battle between the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage and the Saint Body was far too brutal.

This was a bloody battle, a life-and-death struggle, contending for the title of first under heaven.

The Saint Body and the Tyrant Overlord were evenly matched, both covered in blood, fighting until half their bodies were shattered, white bone fragments exposed, sending chills down the spines of all who witnessed it.

The crowd fell utterly silent, comparing themselves to these two and sensing an enormous gap. Looking across the ancient starways, how many others in this realm could contend with these two?

Everyone shuddered, goosebumps rising all over their bodies from fear and horror.

At this moment, only Long Ma could still make noise, feeling neither nervous nor afraid. It had bitten down on those two ribs, roasted glossy and fragrant.

“Bones and blood of the Tyrant Body — rare to find in this world, truly precious!” it commented brazenly, crunching down and biting off a piece of meat, purple divine radiance flickering on its surface — the concentrated essence of the Tyrant Blood within.

Many among the crowd had no idea of its origins, all stunned into silence — this horse was far too formidable.

Was this a horse, or a wolf — why was it eating meat like this? This was the question in many people’s minds. No matter how profound one’s cultivation realm, some racial instincts should still remain, shouldn’t they?

“This one never eats vegetarian, that’s not my style. Unless it’s an immortal elixir of undying — otherwise, big chunks of meat and big bowls of wine, that’s what shows a hero’s true colors,” Long Ma declared shamelessly.

A group of people felt somewhat dizzy — Ye Fan and the Tyrant Overlord fighting fiercely, blood splattering everywhere, while over here things were this bizarre, leaving people rather unable to adjust.

“BOOM!”

The Purple Qilin radiated divine light, its whole body crystalline and translucent, every scale like divine gold cast, gleaming and lustrous, possessing the cold sharpness and heavy solidity of metal.

It trampled the universe to pieces, like a purple torrent, sweeping vastly across the starry sky, crushing forward with overwhelming force. One roar, and all directions trembled!

The Purple Qilin, wild as its master, its battle spirit surging to the heavens, pounced forward to kill — every leap covering a vast distance, treading across the heavens, radiance stretching ten thousand miles.

It meant to slay Long Ma outright!

At the main battlefield, the Tyrant Overlord’s expression was cold and ruthless, shifting positions constantly, wild and tyrannical to the extreme, his thick mane of hair flying wildly, his pupils like two sharp blades, nearing madness.

“Pfft!”

Blood sprayed out, the Tyrant Overlord’s flesh wracked with pain, his left shoulder failing to dodge Ye Fan’s golden fist — struck clean through on the spot, purple blood scattering, several fragments of glossy white bone falling away.

But he also used this opportunity to cut open Ye Fan’s chest, tearing off a corner of his heart, the golden blood immediately gushing wildly, spraying out like a fountain.

The bloody scene grew ever more shocking, chilling people from head to toe, all their hair standing on end — these two had suffered extremely severe wounds; anyone else would have long since died.

The battle had reached such a state that what these two were contending for was no longer an ordinary victory or defeat — it was not just their own lives, but also the aspirations and glory of their ancestors.

Two lineages contending — who was weaker, who was stronger? From ancient times to now, across so many generations of great battles, perhaps it was time for a conclusion.

The Tyrant Overlord would not be bound by rules and constraints, but within controllable limits, he far preferred to personally slay his sworn enemy while at the same rank — only then could it be proven that the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage was the strongest, first under the starry sky!

Moreover, everyone knew that Great Emperors were unrivaled among their peers — except during the Chaos Era, every Emperor had fought their way to the peak through bloody battles, killing countless peerless great enemies.

The Tyrant Overlord naturally had his own inner obsession — he wanted to test himself, to prove that even in this golden age of prosperity, he could still triumph among his peers, killing all rivals; otherwise, how could he achieve the Dao?

Doing this was the most powerful proof of standing shoulder to shoulder with the ancient Great Emperors in their youth!

“AHHH…” the Tyrant Overlord roared long and loud, the golden luster of his heavy metal armor long since dimmed, tattered and broken, his purple pupils flickering with a faint ghostly light, growing ever more dominant.

All these years, Ye Fan had fought countless battles, but this was the first time he had fought this brutally — his supposedly indestructible Saint Body beaten to tatters, golden blood streaming down, fighting himself into a frenzy.

“One turn of the Moon, spanning a million years, washing heaven and earth in blood.” The Tyrant Overlord roared, his left hand forming a seal, suddenly unleashing a secret technique of the Lunar Immortal Sutra.

This was an extremely soft, yielding divine seal, possessing terrifying power, radiating from his fingertips, as though it could dissolve an entire universe — black mist spreading, appearing light and airy, yet nothing could stop it.

Ye Fan blocked with his left hand, nearly dissolved by it, blood streaming, white bone exposed. Then, radiant light blazed from his abdomen, sutra-chanting sounds emanating as he drew the Lunar power into the Taiji Immortal Diagram within his Wheel Sea, rapidly transforming and dissolving it.

And in this exchange, Ye Fan glimpsed a trace of the Tyrant Overlord’s life essence and spirit — apart from that invincible will, it also included part of his life experiences.

One could see just how terrifying the Tyrant Overlord was, fusing supreme secret techniques together with spiritual will, reaching an even higher level!

“I see — his Lunar Immortal Sutra was obtained on the ancient starway. Fairy Qingshi also gained something from that scripture repository, but not as complete as what he obtained.” A thought stirred in Ye Fan’s mind, having learned this information.

“BOOM!”

Overwhelming, wild force surged forth — the Tyrant Overlord’s left hand bearing the Lunar Divine Seal, representing ultimate softness, while his right hand wielded the Tyrant Fist, representing ultimate hardness, an unrivaled, boundless terror.

Yin and Yang combined, this time even more terrifying, primarily driven by the Yang Tyrant Fist, unleashing sounds like demon gods howling, manifesting figure after figure, rapidly sweeping across the vast starry universe.

Ye Fan cried out long and clear, the Taiji Immortal Diagram within his body surfacing, fusing together with him, transforming into a dragon-shaped curve, fighting with the scriptures of his own Wheel Sea.

Of course, this was mixed with the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, each strike shattering flesh and blood, golden blood and purple blood streaking across the sky, making this stretch of starry sky especially vivid.

Through the Tyrant Fist, Ye Fan glimpsed an extremely terrifying life essence and spirit — this invincible fist technique had accompanied the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage from beginning to end.

Slaying the Divine race, exterminating Sacred Spirits, inheriting the orthodox teachings of the Human race’s Heavenly Venerates — all fused together, the supreme being of the Tyrant Body lineage had created this invincible fist intent.

Even more, Ye Fan could glimpse, through this life essence and will, subtle traces of the ancient mother star to which this race belonged.

That was a great terror! Absolute suppression — no other Dao lineage could flourish there, only the descendants of the Tyrant Blood, only this one lineage could cultivate there.

Compared to the Tyrant Body burial ground beneath the Fiftieth Human Race City, it was a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more so — that place was the suppression formed by generation after generation of Tyrant Body supreme beings passing away there, their immortal land, others’ forbidden realm.

To this day, only the Tyrant Body’s lineage remained there, with almost no other Dao lineage to be found.

Through this life essence and will, what shocked Ye Fan most was glimpsing a hazy image — the Tyrant Body had been born beneath a Ginseng Fruit Tree.

“The Ginseng Fruit Tree… doesn’t that belong to Rong Chengshi? How did it end up on that ancient star!” He was greatly moved.

Indeed, in this world, there were far too many extraordinary beings — the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage had actually been born beneath an immortal elixir tree of undying, truly an immense stroke of fortune.

Then, Ye Fan saw another image — a Purple Qilin leading a four- or five-year-old Tyrant Body child into an ancient cave carved with the character “Tyrant,” disappearing from there.

“BOOM!”

The Tyrant Overlord sensed that Ye Fan was probing, because he too had touched upon part of Ye Fan’s experiences through the life essence and spirit contained within his fist intent. Neither wished to have their secrets pried into, instantly severing their auras, yet still fighting to the bitter end.

“The Tyrant Overlord wants to kill the Saint Body from the Grave Emperor Star in blood to prove himself the strongest among his peers — this is the arrogance of the young Sovereign, and also an invincible conviction. But it seems that, having failed to overcome him after prolonged combat, he’s likely losing his patience, and will no longer suppress his cultivation realm,” said the receiving envoy Zhao Gongyi, his expression grave.

Yang Yunteng’s heart sank, his face full of worry — the Tyrant Overlord was no good person, and would absolutely not restrain himself; he knew his opponent could raise his cultivation realm at any moment.

Wisps of purple radiance spilled out, cascading down from the Tyrant Overlord’s body like streams of purple rivers, the entire star region shaking — his eyes grew ever more terrifying.

Everyone realized that the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage might be about to raise his own cultivation realm, no longer abiding by the rules, and would slaughter his sworn enemy.

And yet, people noticed that Ye Fan remained utterly composed, showing no trace of unease, still calmly and unhurriedly continuing the fight.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the heavens cracked and the earth split, the galaxy trembling, the entire universe and starry sky shaking violently, a wild, boiling aura surging forth.

The Tyrant Overlord became the sole presence between heaven and earth, encircled by the galaxy, an even more massive phantom shadow appearing behind him, like a god descending from the heavens, gazing down upon his sworn enemy.

“He’s broken the seal — he’s finally going to kill the Saint Body.”

“Indeed, the young Sovereign of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage has displayed sufficient strength, not inferior to the Saint Body — this is more than enough proof of his supreme strength.”

It wasn’t that he couldn’t win — the results of the fight just now proved everything, more than enough. Since they were sworn enemies, he could naturally use any means necessary. Now, strangling the Saint Body who had kept pace with him, not letting him grow further, was the best choice.

“ROAR…”

The Tyrant Overlord let out a howl, the starry sky crumbling, the massive phantom shadow behind him vast and boundless, as though a demon god had come back to life — its cold, indifferent eyes actually opened.

Moreover, the phantom shadow of a Ginseng Fruit Tree appeared above his head, as though about to truly manifest into reality.

The Tyrant Overlord, without the slightest hesitation, pounced toward Ye Fan, wielding the power of this vast universe, shattering all enemies and obstacles in his path — this wild, tyrannical force was utterly terrifying!

However, that body across from him suddenly dispersed, transforming into a wisp of clear energy, spreading far away, vanishing into the depths of the universe.

The Tyrant Overlord’s strike hit nothing but empty space, the heavens shattering around him. He stood in a daze for a moment, gazing coldly into the starry sky.

“What happened — why did the Saint Body from the Grave Emperor Star suddenly vanish?” This was the question on everyone’s mind, and then all were left dumbstruck.

Deep within the universe, a hazy figure sat cross-legged, wisps of Dao traces surrounding him, as though an ancient Emperor had returned to life. He spoke calmly, but with only a single word: “Fight!”

“That was your Dao Avatar just now?” A trace of ghostly light flickered in the Tyrant Overlord’s pupils.

“Correct.” Deep within the universe, Ye Fan’s true body sat cross-legged there, speaking calmly, as though a vessel of the Dao itself, his figure hazy and indistinct.

This… was far too arrogant!

Everyone was stunned — to actually fight the Tyrant Overlord with only a Dao Avatar, this was a direct slap against his wild, boundless tyranny! The Saint Body’s true form had been watching the battle all along, never having made a move.

Sure enough, the Tyrant Overlord gave a low roar, forcibly suppressing some surge of emotion, his eyes showing the sun and moon being destroyed within them, the galaxy shattering — growing ever more terrifying.