The golden serpent bodies, over a zhang long, dazzling and sharp, tore through the void like three golden divine spears, aiming straight for Ye Fan’s back, their crimson serpent tongues flicking out — a truly venomous kiss, a lethal ambush strike!

At this critical moment, the three golden serpents arrived, willing to expose themselves before the Divine Realm just to deal with Ye Fan — truly audacious, showing tremendous boldness.

At this moment, Ye Fan was locked in fierce combat with the ash-haired old man — a peerless formidable enemy, extraordinarily terrifying, unlike anyone he had ever encountered before. This man’s realm wasn’t especially high, yet he possessed the aura of a great Saint, deeply unsettling, each plain strike containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, possessing a power that could turn decay into magic.

“Rumble!”

While Ye Fan dealt with this formidable enemy, he had no choice but to spare a hand to deal with the three terrifying golden serpents. Turning, he struck out with his Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, shattering the true void, blocking the three golden spears.

The three golden serpents, peerlessly powerful, their bodies wrapped in vast blood-energy, dodged the edge of Ye Fan’s fist, facing him coldly, ready to strike again at any moment.

Pang Bo, Long Ma, and the others were enraged. The Golden Serpent Clan, ruthless and cold, had recently killed so many people, and now appeared before them again, kicking them while they were down.

“You long worms are shameless and despicable. Acting so recklessly — aren’t you afraid of playing with fire and burning yourselves?” Pang Bo shouted. The three golden serpents dared to appear before the Divine Realm — truly bold, all for the sake of killing them.

“We’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. We won’t join this battle directly — we’ll just lend a hand from the sidelines.” the golden three young lords said coldly.

The three young lords of the Golden Serpent line were each ruthless and cold-blooded — this was the opportunity they had sought, willing to risk exposure themselves just to eliminate their target, nearly to the point of madness.

Throughout this, the several powerful figures of the Divine Realm remained composed, showing no reaction whatsoever, attacking even more fiercely, wanting to capture them as quickly as possible.

Especially the battle between Ye Fan and the ash-haired old man — heaven-shattering, earth-splitting, ghosts wailing and gods howling, both men were peerless masters, unmatched at Sage King Fifth Heaven.

They fought themselves into a frenzy, their hair disheveled, strange divine-demonic phenomena appearing all around them, blood raining down, evil spirits howling, as though the gates of hell itself had been thrown open.

This battle was far more intense and brutal than anyone could have imagined. Ye Fan’s expression grew grave — his opponent, that mighty old man, stood like a monument, unshaken, pressing down with a force that left one breathless.

Second Under the Stars was no empty title — truly transcendent above the world, surpassing even the finest among the Young Supremes, extraordinarily powerful and terrifying.

He possessed a terrifying breathing technique — every time, his body let out a rumbling thunder, as though he could anticipate his enemy’s moves in advance, each strike remarkably precise, as though wielding the Great Dao itself in battle.

This was a despair-inducing opponent, a perfect unity of man and heaven — a single strike capable of destroying stars and sinking moons, rarely seen in this age.

Ye Fan was evenly matched with him — in all his years since emerging into the world, he had encountered many formidable enemies, but never had he seen such a bizarre opponent as this.

Not only did the old man possess supreme, decay-defying offensive power, he also carried an overwhelming spiritual pressure, even more suppressive than his physical body and secret techniques — strands of mental force twisting space and time, oppressive, threatening to split one’s primordial spirit apart.

“Hiss!”

The three Golden Serpent Young Lords struck from time to time, every blow aimed at vital points, forcing Ye Fan to remain constantly on guard, naturally disrupting his rhythm — in a life-or-death duel, distraction was the greatest taboo.

If it had been an ordinary person facing such interference, not only would they be ambushed and killed, they would also be struck down by the ash-haired old man, severely affecting the outcome of the battle.

The three Golden Serpent Young Lords were each terrifying figures in their own right — any single one of them emerging alone would stir up a storm of blood, let alone all three striking together in an ambush.

Ye Fan’s situation was dire — a transcendent, formidable fighter locked in a life-and-death struggle with him, while three more powerful enemies eyed him covetously, ready to strike at any moment, leaving him with nowhere to guard against them all.

“Roar…”

Pang Bo let out a long howl, his Demon Emperor Nine Slashes unleashing five slashes at once, splitting his two frontal opponents until they bled profusely, nearly killing them. He charged over, attacking the three Golden Serpent Young Lords to relieve Ye Fan’s crisis.

“The Divine Realm is nothing more than this — actually colluding with the demon you call the enemy, deceiving the world while claiming to be gods. I see you’re nothing but mountain goblins and forest spirits, unworthy of any respect.” Long Ma taunted.

The two men fighting against him wore extremely grim expressions, unleashing their strongest attacks, while occasionally glancing toward the three Golden Serpent Young Lords — these too were among the outer-realm demons they were meant to slay.

“Stay calm, kill the enemy.” the ash-haired old man said flatly, only four words, nothing extraneous.

The four powerful figures immediately shuddered, all calming down at once.

This old man was too composed. Even though a third party had arrived — themselves demons from beyond the realm — since they hadn’t opposed his group and only wanted to eliminate Ye Fan, he saw no need to change his course of action; killing the enemy remained the priority.

Pang Bo forcibly clashed with the Golden Serpent Young Lords, but the three of them clearly didn’t want to get too deeply entangled in this mess, unleashing their strongest strike at once, sending Pang Bo coughing up blood and flying backward, once again landing back in the battlefield with the Divine Temple Knights.

“Don’t worry about me!” Ye Fan shouted, letting out a great roar that shook heaven and earth, a wisp of pure energy rising above his head — precisely the ancient technique of One Qi Transforming into Three Purities.

A Dao Body broke free from his true body, rushing straight toward the three golden serpents.

And at this moment, Ye Fan launched an indiscriminate assault — his true body and Dao Body together unleashing the Golden Treasure Vault, the two of them, one yin and one yang, positioned on opposite sides, countless Dao bells, heavenly pagodas, immortal swords, treasure mirrors, heaven-net umbrellas, and more flying through the air, all as though cast from gold, together suppressing and slaying the four supreme enemies.

Without a doubt, this was an unparalleled offensive, peerlessly sharp, leaving no room for defense — the golden weapons filled the sky, as though flying in from countless ages past.

The ash-haired old man showed a look of shock, saying, “What is your relationship with that old man who rode an ox two thousand years ago?”

The moment these words left his mouth, even the four powerful Divine Temple warriors locked in fierce combat with Pang Bo and the others were startled, nearly getting struck by another one of Pang Bo’s slashes as a result.

In years past, so much had happened — that old man riding an ox had traveled alone through every great restricted zone on this shore.

The outside world didn’t know, but they did — two thousand years ago, that mysterious, unfathomable old man riding the ox had come and gone from the Divine Realm, even visiting their god, causing all the great divine elders alive at the time to fear him to the utmost.

The ash-haired old man calmed himself, becoming once again as deep and unfathomable as an abyssal sea. Beneath his feet bloomed radiant light, nearly divine and Buddha-like, standing atop golden lotuses, his body instantly transforming into eight ancient gods, terrifying beyond measure, pressing down upon Ye Fan.

Of course, this Dharma Body’s strength differed from his true body, not as terrifying as Ye Fan’s Dao Body, but still astonishing enough to shock the world.

The four Golden Serpent Young Lords also let out a sharp cry, radiance blazing from the crowns of their skulls, unleashing the ancient technique of Tengshe Transforming into a God — forcibly boosting their combat strength, instantly reaching a saturation point, intent on delivering a decisive killing blow to Ye Fan.

Moreover, within the crowns of their skulls, a corner of an array diagram appeared, ready to fly out at any moment, intending to suppress and kill everyone present at the critical moment!

“Rumble!”

Suddenly, at this very moment, two towering surges of blood-energy appeared, vast as an ocean, joining the battlefield, likewise heading straight for Ye Fan.

An ancient beast, utterly terrifying, its entire body radiating bloody light, having devoured countless living beings, its scales dense and forbidding, terrifying to the extreme. This was none other than the Sky-Devouring Beast, arriving at this critical moment, intent on killing Ye Fan for certain.

The Sky-Devouring Beast, enormous in size, an ancient beast venerable that had cultivated for over several thousand years, capable of swallowing entire planets whole — an ancient god-demon among all creatures, an exceedingly rare species since ancient times.

Its appearance made the battle even more terrifying, Ye Fan’s situation growing even more dire, his true body and Dao Body charging left and right, locked in fierce combat with these many supreme enemies.

“Rumble!”

Pang Bo fought desperately, his eyes flashing with light, pushing his Demon Emperor Nine Slashes to its absolute limit, splitting his two opponents in half, blood spraying everywhere, dyeing this place red.

This sight shocked everyone else present — these were, after all, several great commanders among the divine army, some of the most formidable figures of the Divine Temple. How else could they stand beside the ash-haired old man as his right and left hands? They were surely no weaker than the Young Supremes from beyond the realm!

“Kill!”

Pang Bo charged forward, bathed in blood, joining Ye Fan’s side of the battlefield, fighting against the many enemies.

“How infuriating — back then, this one obtained an inheritance from an ancestral divine horse in the Demon Emperor’s Ancient Mausoleum, and to this day I’ve suffered because of it, unable to dissolve that Dragon-Blood Crystal Core — otherwise it wouldn’t have come to this.” Long Ma sighed.

As for the rest of the Twelve Saints, they remained relatively calm, since their opponents outranked them by several minor realms — simply managing to keep fighting until now was already quite impressive.

Not everyone could be like Ye Fan, “inhuman” in his ability to constantly break through. The Twelve Saints, though extraordinary, still fell within the range of things that could be explained — real, flesh-and-blood people, not heaven-defying, nearly immortal beings like him.

This was normal for them; someone like Ye Fan could only be described as “phenomenon-level,” rare since ancient times.

“Go!” Ye Fan roared, shaking heaven and earth, unleashing his strongest combat power — the Golden Divine Vault, the Five-Colored Divine Light, the Primordial Magnetic Secret Technique, all dazzling and brilliant, unfolding a phenomenon whose terrifying aura shook the heavens.

His true body and Dao Body moved in perfect synchronization, like yin and yang, the various ancient techniques and phenomena they unleashed all mirrored, forming here a terrifying divine chart, doubling their combined might.

He forcibly tore open the battlefield, calling for Pang Bo to break out with him, then, sweeping up the Twelve Saints together, they charged out, rushing toward the distance — with so many enemies converging, they could not continue this bloody battle here.

“Roar…” the golden serpent let out a howl that shattered heaven and earth, a corner of an array diagram appearing within the fourth young lord’s skull, calling out to his elder brothers, wanting to combine all four corners of the diagram to destroy Ye Fan.

The eldest Golden Serpent Young Lord shook his head coldly. With so many figures now converging at once, he had no wish to stand out — better to simply pursue and kill along the way, while keeping the array diagram in reserve to wipe out the others at a critical moment.

At the same time, he harbored a concern — the second Golden Serpent Young Lord had once wielded a corner of the array diagram in battle against Ye Fan, only to end up dead; the other side likely also possessed some terrifying ancestral artifact.

Ye Fan and his group fought their way out, pursued from behind by several great enemies, each one capable of shaking the earth with three tremors were they to appear alone — and now they were all pursuing together at once.

“Clang!”

Suddenly, ahead, a metallic gleam shot skyward, giant spikes of divine metal bursting up from the ground, piercing through the high heavens, nearly nailing Ye Fan and Long Ma to the sky.

A metallic monstrous beast blocked their path, coldly ascending into the heavens — it was none other than the Gold-Devouring Beast, its cultivation having advanced further of late, having devoured numerous refined sacred artifacts and divine materials, its combat power growing ever more terrifying.

Ye Fan fought on. Now it was a case of blocking gods and slaying gods, blocking Buddhas and slaying Buddhas — once stopped, with so many enemies converging from behind, they would be in grave danger.

“Hum!”

Amid the countless streams of light, Ye Fan struck out with a palm, sending the Gold-Devouring Beast’s metallic arm deforming from the blow — had it been flesh and blood, it surely would have exploded, but being a metallic body, only its luster dimmed somewhat.

However, a gash appeared on Ye Fan’s own right palm, blood dripping down drop by drop — this shocked Pang Bo and everyone else, for his physical body had actually been wounded, something that had never happened before!

“Dragon-Patterned Black Gold!” Ye Fan’s expression turned grave — between the Gold-Devouring Beast’s fingers was a black spike coiled with the image of a black dragon, exuding a chilling, deeply intimidating aura.

“Once I devour true metallic immortal material, I’ll be sure to send you on your way.” the Gold-Devouring Beast said coldly.

“Too bad you’ll never have that chance. I’ll remember this day — someday, all of you will die, for there is only one true Supreme, and everyone else is nothing but dust.” Ye Fan said calmly.

Clearly, this was a premeditated joint assault — the Golden Serpents, the Sky-Devouring Beast, the Gold-Devouring Beast, all harboring malicious intent, seizing this opportunity to try to eliminate Ye Fan.