“Eight moves to kill me—eight moves to kill me…” The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King repeated it over and over, his voice growing louder and louder, like a sea of thunder rumbling across the open sky.
He withdrew his flood dragon form and transformed into the appearance of a young man. His left hand held a divine shield, his right hand gripped a Nine Dragons Spitting Auspicious Light Divine Spear, which he pressed against the vault of heaven as he bellowed: “There has never been a single person who dared to look down on me like this!”
Swish!
He transformed into a divine rainbow and came hurtling down. The spear in his hand appeared to be carved from rubies—crystalline and translucent, radiant as blooming blood—with nine true dragons coiled around the shaft, vivid and lifelike, their nine heads gathered at the front end, jointly spitting out a section of sharp, blood-red spear tip!
This single spear thrust concentrated the entirety of his Dao power. The nine dragons breathed out rosy clouds. The spear tip was as transparent as a blood diamond, dazzling enough to make one’s heart race—cold and bone-piercing—piercing through dozens of li of open sky to appear directly before Ye Fan in an instant.
“What a treasure!” Ye Fan exclaimed in admiration. It was cast from blood diamond—one of the nine heavenly divine jades—the foremost material for forging a king’s divine weapon. It could grow into a weapon of a sage, indestructible and immortal.
He received the spear with bare hands. His golden palms and fingers struck a series of sparks against it, each like a meteor, collapsing the void and falling into the sea, evaporating immeasurable clouds of water vapor.
The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King sneered coldly. The Nine Dragons Blood Diamond Divine Spear in his hand trembled, as though it had come alive. Its crystalline blood-colored tip shook out a terrifying ripple sharper than any blade.
Bang!
It struck Ye Fan’s golden fingers, causing them to tremble slightly—but this was not all. The nine dragons radiated light, releasing dragon cries, and nine successive layers of divine power surged out.
Dao power accumulating in layers!
Nine streams of force surged out one after another, each mightier than the last. The nine merged into one—a power that had once pierced through six sect masters in a single thrust, dyeing the spear red with blood. Utterly savage.
The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King—a master at the second tier of the Immortal Platform, standing at the ninth minor step, touching the threshold of the Seven Prohibitions Domain—was acclaimed as the foremost rising talent of the Northern Sea. The full force of this spear thrust was enough to cause gods to weep and spirits to wail.
Between heaven and earth, yin winds raged and yellow clouds wept blood. In this terrifying scene, the crimson spear transformed into an eternal beam of blood-red light!
At this moment, Ye Fan could hold nothing back either. He transformed into the Golden Tai Chi Circle. His left hand held the Supreme Yin, his right the Supreme Yang. Yin-Yang divine points flew out.
In the void, a brilliant radiance erupted—the collision of utmost Yin and utmost Yang—with divine light that seemed to return all things to primordial chaos radiating outward.
Clang!
The dragon spear—containing the full Dao power of the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King—was struck and sent flying high, releasing a mournful cry. The nine dragons began to lie dormant, their radiance dimming all at once.
In antiquity, it had taken the infusion of the divine souls of nine flood dragons before it was finally refined into the Blood Diamond Divine Spear, possessing the power of ancient dragons. Combined with the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King’s extraordinary innate gifts and his strength capable of uprooting mountains, there had never been anything it could not destroy.
Yet now it was suppressed, stripped of its former glory, unable to withstand the opposition!
At the same time, Ye Fan’s human-form Golden Tai Chi Circle released a terrifying domain force—a swamp of flowing Yin-Yang holy power.
The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King’s expression changed. He could barely move. It was the domain force released by that golden circle—he was shackled within it.
This was a profoundly terrifying consequence, as the world well knew. The sacred body’s physical form was unparalleled. Within this specific range, who could be his opponent?
One could say this was the Sacred Domain belonging exclusively to Ye Fan!
Locked within this Sacred Domain, Ye Fan was a near-invincible existence. He could tear apart and slay his enemies with bare hands. No matter how high one’s achievement, it would be useless.
“Break!” The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King shouted sharply. Completely panicked, he had carelessly fallen into a death trap. He thrashed desperately.
The Golden Tai Chi Circle was released and expanded infinitely, forming a terrifying domain. This was the first time Ye Fan had demonstrated it—one of the fruits of his four years of bitter cultivation.
He rushed forward quickly. His left and right hands respectively represented the Supreme Yin and the Supreme Yang. He struck them down in succession.
Clang!
The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King used the divine shield in his hand to block the terrifying attack, but without any suspense, the ancient shield was struck apart.
“You have already reached this level. Wielding the Nine Dragons Battle Spear would have been sufficient—yet you also protected yourself with a shield. You lack the courage to advance without retreat. In your heart, you fear that your myth of invincibility will be shattered. But today, you will inevitably be defeated and destroyed!” Ye Fan said.
“Break the technique!” At this moment, the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King grew desperate. Ye Fan had drawn close. He was about to run out of opportunities.
Beneath his feet, a blinding burst of radiance erupted. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and a terrifying divine power surged vastly.
Hum!
The void shook violently. He was actually attempting to break through the Golden Tai Chi Circle, to burst out of this Sacred Domain and escape toward the high heavens. The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King blazed as though on fire, his entire body radiating light.
“That is the Heaven-Ascending Step!” In the distant sky, someone murmured, seemingly deeply shaken.
According to legend, climbing the Dragon-Defying Ladder to Heaven—one step stained with blood, heaven and earth mourning together, divine power overawing the world—had been lost for so many years that no one knew how long it had been.
This footwork technique was terrifying to the extreme. On his very first step, the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King made the Golden Tai Chi Circle itself unsteady, swaying it.
A dragon-shaped divine radiance wrapped around him. He was about to break through—but in that moment, Ye Fan gave him no chance. He flipped his hand and struck down. His palm transformed into a great seal: the Heaven-Overturning Seal!
Splat!
Like the treasure seal pressed down by the hand of the Heavenly Emperor himself, it was branded across the sky and smashed down upon the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King, immediately blasting him apart into fragments of shattered bone.
A dragon’s roar shook the Northern Sea. The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King reappeared—his second head destroyed, his second life forfeit—but he was still trapped within the golden circle.
He let out a roar and coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. He took a second step, breaking half his body free. Before his third step could land, Ye Fan struck him down with the Human King Seal and shattered him.
“The Dragon-Defying Ladder to Heaven—a world-shaking footwork technique capable of treading apart all heavens—and yet it barely managed to break through that golden circle. Terrifying!” said a peerless expert of the older generation.
Once reborn again, the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King this time finally broke through the Tai Chi Circle’s domain, escaping the threat of the Sacred Domain.
It had truly been one step stained with blood—heaven and earth mourning together. He had paid an enormous price and suffered severe injuries.
The Dragon-Defying Ladder to Heaven was originally an unrivaled offensive footwork technique, said to be capable of treading through all worlds. Yet just now it had barely managed to resist the golden circle and allow him to escape without unleashing any offensive force. He knew he had suffered a great defeat today and could not continue to fight.
Using this world-shaking footwork technique, he ascended toward the heavens. By the time he lifted his seventh step, he was nearly crossing through a dimensional space to vanish from this place.
Yet what filled him with mortal dread was that Ye Fan had not been shaken off—he was nearly stuck to his back, chasing him up in pursuit.
What kind of footwork technique was that, capable of keeping pace with the Dragon-Defying Ladder to Heaven? That was the question on everyone’s mind. Many people stood gaping in astonishment.
In the end, a great golden hand reached down. The Sacred Domain formed from the Golden Tai Chi Circle appeared within the palm’s world, trapping the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King inside.
No matter how he defied heaven with his charges, he could not escape from the palm of Ye Fan’s hand. The Dragon-Defying Ladder to Heaven pierced through the sky—but ultimately could not shake free.
Splat!
Ye Fan slowly closed his hand and clenched it with force. The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King screamed in unwilling fury, but was powerless to reverse his fate—he was reduced to fine powder.
And this time, after Ye Fan’s fingers closed, he ground down continuously. His golden fingers—each one like a millstone—were more than enough to kill the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King even if he had nine more lives, because he was trapped within the Sacred Domain.
In the end, he did not escape from Ye Fan’s palm. He was ground to death alive within it. The myth of his undefeated life was shattered. His first great defeat was also his permanent erasure from this world.
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at that great golden hand covering the vault of heaven. A palm-world, a terrifying Sacred Domain—many people felt a chill spread through their entire bodies.
Everything scattered with the wind. The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King could never appear again. Only a Nine Dragons Battle Spear—crystalline and translucent as a ruby—fell from the sky into Ye Fan’s hand.
He stood with the spear in hand, fixing his gaze on the Crimson Yang and the Divine Son of Extreme Yin in the distant sky. “It’s your turn. Come up together.”
In the distant sky, not a sound was heard. The crowd watched all of this silently. Ye Fan’s combat power was far stronger than imagination. He had just slaughtered the foremost rising talent of the Northern Sea.
In front of so many people, how could the Crimson Yang and the Divine Son of Extreme Yin bring themselves to engage in a group battle? Regardless of whether they were good or evil at heart, every strong person had their own pride and dignity.
In the current world, they were both young outstanding talents who stood unrivaled in their own domain—each harboring the conviction that none could defeat them—and they could not permit a single defeat.
For on the path to becoming a great emperor, there were few who had suffered defeats. One defeat after another would destroy one’s confidence, and the opportunity would be forever lost.
Crimson Yang stepped forward. The blood feud between the Golden Crow clan and Ye Fan was irresolvable. Even though Ye Fan was terrifying, he could not help but step forward. If he retreated like this, he would never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.
Besides, even trying to flee would fail—because he had already seen that Ye Fan would certainly pursue him across ten thousand li, and at that speed, no one could escape.
Crimson Yang advanced through the void, arriving above the great sea to enter this battlefield. Everyone behind him watched in silence.
He was the youngest brother of the Golden Crow clan’s king—his background staggeringly impressive—the youngest great figure of his clan, a true prodigy of a generation.
The crowd was filled with anticipation. This would be a peak battle between the heaven-defying prodigy of the Golden Crow clan and the Ye-surnamed youth who had emerged from nowhere!
Swish swish swish!
A golden ancient tree materialized behind Crimson Yang, shaking down ten thousand rays of divine light. He had indeed not disappointed—the very moment he appeared, he manifested the ancient mythological phenomenon of the Golden Crow clan!
It was a Fusang Divine Tree. Its full canopy of golden leaves rustled. Nine ancestral crows were perched within it, each one looking down on all under heaven in contempt, as though they would spread their wings and swoop down across the vast primordial ages.
At the sight of this, Ye Fan revealed a faint cold smile. The sacred body had vanished from the Purple Tenuity Ancient Star Domain for far too long—it had been forgotten by people.
In truth, even in the remote past, it had appeared only briefly—a flash in the pan—and had not dominated the world for long, unlike the Northern Dipper Star Domain, where nine successive generations of sacred bodies had emerged, known to all.
In this world, only those with special constitutions like the Ancient Demon Grandmother would seriously seek out and study it.
“You know I am a sacred body, yet you still dare manifest a phenomenon. I will fulfill your wish.” Ye Fan said. In that moment, various kinds of light flew out from his body.
The Immortal King Descending Upon the Nine Heavens, the Golden Bitter Sea, the Rivers and Mountains in Full Splendor, the Yin-Yang Diagram, the Three-Leaf Azure Lotus—all phenomena were fused together into one. It was as though heaven and earth were being created anew, resembling a world of primordial chaos.
The ultimate phenomenon had still not fully taken shape—yet it could make all phenomena unite and manifest together!
To this day, it had not yet fully evolved. One could only imagine the terror of this ultimate phenomenon—something utterly unpredictable.
Boom!
When Ye Fan’s phenomenon manifested, it caused a terrifying consequence in an instant: it submerged heaven and earth, covering the airspace above the Northern Sea.
Crimson Yang cried out in alarm, his heart filling with dread. His own phenomenon had been suppressed—there was not a single place for it to exert itself—and his entire person could not move.
When the sacred body’s phenomenon was released, all phenomena in the world returned to nothingness—utterly overcoming everything under heaven!
This world knew far too little about the sacred body. People only knew its physical form was unparalleled—they did not know this terrifying aspect of it.
Ye Fan dove downward. His eyes were sharp as blades. Holding the Nine Dragons Blood Diamond Divine Spear, he aimed it directly at the crown of Crimson Yang’s skull and thrust downward.
Splat!
A beam of blood-red light shot upward. The crimson spear entered through the top of his skull—not only piercing through his body, but nailing his divine soul to stillness!
Everyone present was frozen. How great was Crimson Yang’s combat power? He was considered even more terrifying than the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King—yet he was killed with a single blow!
People turned to stone. The youngest brother of the invincible Golden Crow King—a distinguished great figure of a generation—had fallen just like that. It was like something from a legend.
Above the black sea, Ye Fan stood alone with the spear in one hand and the Golden Crow clan’s heaven-defying prodigy’s corpse raised high on its tip. He was that terrifying—an image that would never be erased—and he stood there like a god or demon!