The golden Heavenly Stele smashed down on Wang Chong's back, smashing him into a pile of rubble. Huge rocks rolled about and dust flew everywhere. It was a complete mess.
Swoosh!
The nine-year-old Wang Chong had razed a stone forest to the ground. His clothes were in tatters, his hair disheveled, and his eyes spitting fire. He had achieved success in his youth, but he had never suffered such a loss.
"Ye Fan!"
His eyes were bulging, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his expression frightening. Although he was only nine years old, he had a savage and ruthless expression.
Awooo …
Dragon cries rose and fell. His hands formed dragon imprints, and a total of eighteen azure dragons appeared. It was twice as many as before, and every single one of them was much thicker. They were like eighteen mountain ridges stretching across the sky, and their imposing manner was oppressive.
Bang!
The eighteen dragons were vast and majestic, and they lunged at Ye Fan at the same time. Even before they arrived, the earth was already fissured with hundreds of fissures.
Each fissure was several li long, a frightening sight to behold. This scorched land seemed to be on the verge of caving in and ceasing to exist, an omen of the apocalypse.
"Little brat, you still haven't given up!" As Ye Fan walked among the dragons, his every movement seemed to contain profound principles, as if he was interpreting a Daoist text.
Squelch, squelch …
With a palm, he smashed the head of an azure dragon into pulp. With a stomp of his foot, he snapped the head of another azure dragon, causing its bloody body to plummet from the sky.
Ye Fan continued to attack with his golden palm, sending out eighteen palm strikes to kill all eighteen dragons, and then he began to advance on Wang Chong.
Bang!
Suddenly, Wang Chong opened his mouth and spat out a war chariot. It was only an inch tall, but it let out a deafening roar as it rumbled toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's expression turned grave as he vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Retreating to the side, he raised his hand, and a shiny steel ring shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
Clang!
The shiny diamond chakram struck the one-meter-tall battlefield, but it was instantly sent flying with a shattering sound.
"This is …" Ye Fan's pupils constricted. The diamond chakram was a treasure he had seized from the Wavering Light Shaking Realm. It was interwoven with the principles of the Dao, yet it had been split in half by these two ancient carriages.
"Boom!"
That Ancient Battlefield quickly enlarged, reaching three zhang in length. There were True Dragons carved on it, and it was entirely black in color. It surged over like a flood, carrying an endless and terrifying aura.
Bang!
Ye Fan's left and right hands respectively moved a sun and a moon, his entire body overflowing with golden light. The sun and moon were as large as millstones, rumbling as they moved. He was like a god patrolling the skies.
The blazing sun and silver moon were like a waterfall, surging outwards, illuminating this entire space until it was sparkling. They both struck the ancient war chariot, creating a loud sound.
Boom!
The black ancient war chariot engraved with the True Dragon stopped, but Ye Fan's arm was also a bit numb. This was the first time he was stopped by a magical treasure using his physical body. It was hard to imagine just how powerful this war chariot was.
"King Level War Chariot!"
Ye Fan's heart trembled. This was a Royal Weapon, forged by a peerless King. It was a weapon that surpassed the Divine Lord level. It was no wonder that the diamond chakram had shattered so quickly.
"Rumble …"
The black ancient war chariot charged over again, its terrifying aura even more intense. It was like an ancient ferocious beast, emitting bursts of black light. In the blink of an eye, it had arrived.
Ye Fan shifted 300 zhang to the side, but the war chariot was like a ghost. It rushed over in an instant and completely locked onto him. Like a flood, the black light engulfed the heavens and the earth.
"Boom!"
The aura of the King Divine Weapon was like a rainbow, sweeping away everything in its path. Rocks and cliffs were quickly turned into dust. If it was an ordinary Dragon Realm cultivator, they would have been crushed long ago. This was like the giant hand of a demon pressing down.
This was the first time Ye Fan had faced such a weapon. Although his physical body was strong, after this ancient war chariot had awakened, it was interwoven with the brilliance of the Dao Laws. He was unable to withstand it.
He retreated ten-some li, and a mountain range beneath him was crushed by the war chariot. It collapsed into a cloud of dust.
This ancient war chariot was unstoppable. This was a King Divine Weapon left behind by a peerless existence on the level of God King Jiang Taixu.
"Ye Fan, don't you have a peerless Saint Body? Today, I'll crush that body you're so proud of into meat paste in front of everyone and turn you into a pile of mud beneath the wheels of this war chariot!"
Although Wang Chong was not very big, he had a rather ruthless personality. Standing on the black war chariot, he charged forward at high speed, his expression savage and his aura soaring to the heavens.
"A King Divine Weapon consumes an enormous amount of energy. How long can you use it for?" Ye Fan faintly smiled. Not wanting to fight, he quickly retreated.
"I think it's enough to crush you beneath the wheels of this war chariot!" Standing on the war chariot, he took out a small jade bottle and pulled out the stopper. Immediately, a fragrant aroma flowed out, and he poured a drop of liquid into his mouth.
Inside were ten-some drops of Dragon Marrow, each as large as a grape. They didn't mix with each other, appearing like golden agate, sparkling and intoxicating.
Many people felt that this youth's luck was too heaven-defying. In order to kill Ye Fan, he had casually used Dragon Marrow to replenish his Divine Power. Only the heavens knew how much he had benefited from falling into the dragon cave.
Ye Fan had originally planned to wait until he had exhausted his Divine Power and could no longer activate the war chariot, but now that he saw that he wanted to squander Dragon Marrow, he decided not to delay.
Clang!
Nine weapons appeared at his side: a jade saber, a violet jade sword, a crimson jade spear, a black jade halberd, a white jade shield … Nine jade weapons, each less than three inches long, were warm and crystalline, and exuded an intimidating aura.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan gripped a two-inch-long violet jade sword and charged forward. With a mighty slash, a violet light soared into the sky and cleaved the world in two.
On the ground, rumbling sounds rang out. A great rift that was more than twenty li long extended into the distance, unstoppable. Mountains and barren ridges were all destroyed.
Clang!
The black war chariot came to a stop after being struck. Wang Chong's body trembled and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Ye Fan switched to another jade weapon, his right hand gripping the three-inch-long black jade halberd as he descended from the sky.
Boom!
The halberd cleaved through the black light and stabbed into the war chariot. Ye Fan calmly descended and stood on the chariot.
"What … weapon is that?" The war chariot was a King weapon that had been tested time and time again. Killing Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators was as easy as tearing a painting.
He hadn't expected to be attacked today, and at such a close distance. The black jade halberd was almost right in front of his eyes.
"Don't think that you're the only one with a King weapon. The war chariot is good, but it's not something you can control. Leave it to me." Ye Fan put away the Nine Divine Weapons and sent a golden palm forward.
Bang!
At such a close distance, Wang Chong couldn't dodge. He stretched out his small hands to block, but the web between his thumb and index finger was torn.
Ye Fan was astonished. He thought that he would be able to shatter all the bones in the other party's body, but it was only a tear on the web between his thumb and index finger.
"My physical body isn't too bad. Let me give it another try."
Ye Fan's palm turned golden in color, becoming even more resplendent. His entire body was like a seven-colored glaze, and a golden blood aura surged into the heavens.
Peng!
This time, Wang Chong screamed as blood spurted from his mouth. His arms were broken, and he was no longer able to block the attack.
"I'm really curious. How did you manage to train your physical body to such a level at such a young age?" Ye Fan pressed forward.
Behind him, the faces of the Sages changed. It was rumored that he had drunk the blood of a dragon, and despite his young age, he possessed the Invincible Vajra Body. Even a divine monk of Buddhism had once praised him.
Yet, at this moment, his bones were still broken by Ye Fan. It was impossible for him to withstand a blow from the body of a Saint. This was truly shocking.
Pah!
Ye Fan's golden palm slammed down again. This time, he used eighty percent of his strength. Wang Chong spurted a large mouthful of blood, and seven or eight of his bones were broken.
"You do have some skill. If it were a half-step supreme expert, they would have long been smashed into meat paste by me, but you can still persist."
Ye Fan was praising him, but Wang Chong's face turned red when he heard these words. His blood boiled, and he was incomparably furious. He felt that this was a form of humiliation.
"My big brother will avenge me. At that time, you will die without a burial!" Wang Chong's eyes were spewing fire, and he was unyielding.
Pah!
Ye Fan slapped his head and said, "Still so stubborn. Can your big brother compare to supreme experts? They can't even kill me."
"What are they? My big brother is known as the reincarnation of the Ancient Emperor. He can destroy you with one finger. Don't think that you can run fast. Even if you run to the ends of the world, I can still find you," the nine-year-old Wang Chong shouted.
Pah!
Ye Fan slapped his head again and said, "I'll wait for him to find me. Now, I'll deal with you first. Take out all the rare treasures."
He began to openly plunder. He first snatched the bottle of Jade Marrow, and then knocked Wang Chong out of the chariot. With a flash of light, the ancient chariot turned one inch tall and appeared in his palm. He wiped away the imprint and put it away.
"Return it to me! That's my treasure!" Wang Chong shouted in exasperation. Only at this moment did he seem like a child who had lost his beloved.
"Return your head!" Ye Fan dragged him over and searched his Sea of Reincarnation, Daoist Palace, and other places. He took out a pile of treasures.
There were many rare treasures. There were more than a dozen ancient medicines that were more than ten thousand years old, and they could all be used to protect one's life. There were also three bottles of Dragon Marrow, and each bottle contained a dozen drops. They were golden in color, and one could tell with a glance that they were of superior quality.
In addition, there was also a jade tablet with a True Dragon Seal carved on it. It was complicated and profound, and one could tell with a glance that it was a divine art that had not been passed down through the generations. One needed to carefully study and comprehend it.
"What a good child. You have so many treasures. I don't even know how to thank you." Ye Fan smiled.
The ancient chariot was a king's weapon, and it was as precious as the Nine Heavenly Weapons. It had an inestimable value, and if it was put up for auction, even Divine Lords would fight over it. Its destructive power was frightening, and it was difficult to withstand.
Dragon Marrow contained shards of laws. When a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm comprehended the dao, they could achieve twice the result with half the effort and had endless wondrous uses.
The True Dragon Seal was on the same level as the Embracing Mountain Seal and the Human Ruler Seal. Ye Fan vaguely felt that there might be some kind of connection between them, and it was a precious secret art.
"Ye Fan, even if you kill me, you won't be able to live for long. Just you wait, my brother will suppress you forever in the underworld, and you will wish you were dead!" Wang Chong shouted as he saw Ye Fan's hand pressing down.
"So young, and yet so violent. I better get rid of you as soon as possible." Ye Fan stretched out a finger and pointed at Wang Chong's forehead.
"Not good, if that person knows that we watched his brother die, he might attack us as well!"
Behind them, everyone's expression changed. Many people attacked, and all kinds of treasures were thrown at Wang Chong.
"Ding!"
Ye Fan casually picked up a two-inch-long Jasper Saber from the Nine Heavenly Weapons around him and swept it in the air, producing a soft sound of jade.
A jade-green saber light swept across like a blue ocean. The eleven magical treasures in the sky were all turned into dust and fell to the ground.
Another two people screamed as they were cut in half. They died a violent death, and their corpses fell from the sky.
"He has a King weapon … We can't stop him. What do we do?" Everyone paled.
"We've already done our best. His brother can't say anything, so we can't blame him." Some people quickly retreated.
Ye Fan's golden finger pointed at Wang Chong's forehead. Even before it got close, the finger was already flashing with golden light.
A crack appeared on Wang Chong's forehead, blood seeping out. His face was pale, and he could not move.
Bang!
Suddenly, a powerful energy surged out. Ten thousand rays of divine light shot out of Wang Chong's forehead, as if the Gate of the World had opened.
Ye Fan quickly retreated. He sensed a dangerous ripple of energy, and he placed the Nine Heavenly Weapons in front of him.
This was a very mysterious scene. A Gate of the World had opened on Wang Chong's forehead, and an ancient golden chariot flew out. On it stood a tall figure, like a god or devil.
"It's him! Ancient Emperor Teng!"
"How could he be at Wang Chong's forehead?"
Those saint child level figures cried out in alarm. They stopped in the distant mountains, all of them revealing expressions of shock.
The golden chariot rumbled as it flew out. The figure on it had disheveled black hair, a face as sharp as a knife, and bronze skin. His entire body was shrouded in golden light, making him seem like a celestial emperor descending to the world.
In addition, around him were nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises. They flashed with divine light, forming four images that revolved around him.
This was simply a picture of a celestial emperor descending to the world, protected by the four images. Wang Teng's hair flew in the wind as he sat in the center of the chariot, radiating brilliant light as if he were patrolling the heavens.
Ye Fan was shocked. This person's aura was too powerful. Not even the older generation could compare. This was a powerful innate potential.
The dragons and phoenixes cried together, the white tigers roared, and the black tortoise swallowed the sea. Dazzling golden light shone in all directions. Wang Teng stood on the chariot, unmoving, his eyes profound.
"It's really him!" The expressions of those Saint Children changed.
Wang Teng, known as the reincarnation of Ancient Emperor, was born in the Northern Plains. At the age of fifteen, he was already unrivaled among the younger generation of the Northern Plains. Now, ten years had passed, and almost no one knew what realm he had reached.
Everyone said that he was simply the reincarnation of a Great Emperor because his growth path was too similar to the Great Emperors in the history of the human race, perhaps even surpassing them.
Anyone who understood his talent would be shocked to the point of feeling terrified. There was not a single person who wasn't horrified. If they were compared to him, they would feel that their own lives were a kind of tragedy.
Moreover, this person had great luck. When he was in his teens, he had entered the world to gain experience and came to the Eastern Wasteland alone. After just one trip, he obtained one of the nine secrets and returned to the Northern Plains.
This was only known by the outside world. As for what kind of ancient techniques he had grasped, no one knew. Even his clansmen didn't know.
Ye Fan shivered inwardly. This person, known as the reincarnation of Ancient Emperor, was extremely mysterious and powerful. There was a heaven-defying aura that made people tremble.
On the golden chariot, ten thousand rays of light shone, illuminating him like an ancient emperor. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises protected him in the center. The four symbols actually flickered with terrifying lightning. This was a terrifying aura that could only be obtained after experiencing more than ten heavenly tribulations!
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