Wang Chong was insufferably arrogant, as though he was the North Thearch. He looked down on Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, and the others with impudent words. He pointed out a few of them and threatened to kill them at every turn.
He was just an 11 or 12-year-old little monster, yet he was so arrogant and domineering, humiliating a Saint of the younger generation without taking it to heart.
At this moment, a large golden foot descended from the sky and stomped him into the ground. The ground shook, causing smoke and dust to soar into the sky. The surface of the ground cracked open, and the situation reversed.
Wang Chong screamed. He was truly afraid. The golden foot was as heavy as a mountain, and his sternum was broken. He couldn't breathe, and his entire body was deformed.
At this moment, when Ye Fan revealed his Divine Ability, he became an entire 30m tall figure that seemed as if he was forged from gold, and he was like a war god that had flown over from the Heavenly Dimension with strength that could uproot mountains and a matchless aura.
Ye Fan stomped his foot as if he were stepping on a bug. Wang Chong's bones creaked as if they were on the verge of breaking. Although they were at the same level, whose physical body could compare to the Saint Body?
In comparison, Wang Chong was as fragile as a man made of glass, unable to endure the pressure. Blood gushed out of his mouth, his eyes venomous, but he said nothing.
"You're courting death! Let him go!"
"You dare to use such a deadly foot. Today, you will die without a complete corpse. Your soul will return to the underworld and be branded with the imprint of eighteen purgatory, suffering endless torment!"
Two loud shouts sounded from the side. Of the two ancient creatures, one was a zhang tall and covered densely in golden scales. The other was two meters tall and had a pair of silver divine wings. They were both sinister and ferocious, and their eyes were like blades.
However, they did not dare to act recklessly against him. Ye Fan only needed to stomp down, and Wang Chong would be crushed into meat paste with not even his bones remaining.
"Go to the side!" Ye Fan didn't care at all. He shouted loudly and exerted force with his foot. The little fiend cried out miserably and coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.
"You … truly don't know the difference between life and death. Master is here, so how can I allow you to behave atrociously? It'll be hard even if you want to die. In a bit, I'll boil you into human oil and use you to light sky lanterns." An ancient creature threatened Ye Fan.
"Hurry up and let him go! Otherwise, you'll regret coming to this world! You won't be able to die even if you want to!" Another ancient creature shouted loudly.
Kacha!
Wang Chong's reply was a forceful kick, instantly breaking more than a hundred of his bones. His entire body spasmed, his face pale with fear.
At this moment, only his head was exposed outside the golden foot. The rest of his body was under the foot, and his life hung in the balance.
Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the rest all felt refreshed. Seeing this scene, they all let out a long sigh of relief. They had been stifled just now. This little monster was too arrogant.
"Ye Fan, if you dare to kill me, my elder brother will not let you go. No matter what trump card you have, you will not be able to escape death!" Wang Chong stubbornly refused to admit his mistake. With so many people watching, he didn't want to beg for mercy, or else he wouldn't be able to bring shame to his elder brother.
"Hurry and release him!" The two ancient creatures also shouted.
Ji Ziyue was worried. No matter what, Ye Fan was not Wang Teng's match. The difference in cultivation was too great. She reminded him softly, "Don't be rash."
"This isn't a good place to kill him …" Liu Kou and the others also said the same. The North Thearch's battle strength was obvious to all. Now that he was fighting with the Central Sovereign, all the sect masters were afraid.
"Hurry and release me, or else you will know the consequences!" Wang Chong shouted. Seeing their expressions, he knew that they were all afraid of his elder brother. He relaxed and sneered.
"You want me to release you?" Ye Fan laughed and raised his foot.
"At least you know what's good for you." Wang Chong spat out a mouthful of blood and was about to get up.
Bang!
Suddenly, the golden foot descended from the sky again. This time, it stepped on his face, causing half of his body to sink into the ground.
"You … what do you want?!" Wang Chong was frightened. He was afraid. He sent out his consciousness and said, "Don't act recklessly."
Ye Fan raised his foot slightly, and the little monster's face was full of fear. His teeth were all knocked out, and his face was deformed.
Bang!
Ye Fan stomped down again, and Wang Chong was instantly like a pancake. His body was broken, and he was trampled.
"Save me!" The little monster couldn't care about anything else and shouted with his consciousness. He was extremely terrified.
"You think I don't dare to kill you? How dare you be so arrogant in this situation? Today, I will stomp you to death like a cockroach!" Ye Fan sneered.
Bang!
He retracted his Dharma Idol ability and turned back to the size of a human. He stepped on Wang Chong's face again, and he didn't look like a human anymore.
Everyone was shocked. It was obvious that Ye Fan wanted to end his life. He didn't plan to let the little monster live at all.
"Stop!"
The two primordial beings rushed forward. One was gold and the other was silver. They swallowed and spat out divine light like two ferocious beasts.
In the distance, Wang Teng, who was fighting a life and death battle with the Central Sovereign, also looked over. His eyes shot out two frightening beams of light that could frighten one's soul.
"Give it to you!" Ye Fan snorted and stomped down with force.
Pfff!
Blood splattered everywhere. The golden foot crushed Wang Chong alive and turned him into a pile of mud. His green clothes didn't have a drop of blood on them.
The crowd glanced at each other in dismay. Not a single sound could be heard. Ye Fan was truly audacious. In front of everyone, he trampled Wang Teng's younger brother to death.
Yao Guang Saint Child, Yao Xi, the Great Xia Prince, the Jade Lake Saint Daughter, Ji Haoyue, Yan Ruyu, and other old friends were all here.
They were all moved. There were many young people from the Central Plains, the Southern Mountains, and the Western Desert. They were also shocked. How many people would dare to stomp Wang Teng's younger brother to death in front of him?
Even the older generation and the rulers of a region were apprehensive. The current North Thearch could compete with all the Saint Lords and was a rising star that everyone was wary of. He was a dragon among men, and not many people dared to offend him.
However, Ye Fan did it. He didn't care about anything. He stomped Wang Chong to death with one foot. He killed this little monster with shocking talent.
"He really doesn't care about anything. He even stomped Wang Teng's younger brother to death!"
"This really requires courage. How many people would dare to do this?"
"It's a pity that this little monster. Although his temperament isn't up to standard, his cultivation talent is rare. He's not even 12 years old, but he's already at the Eighth Transformation. This is rare."
"This monster from the Eastern Wasteland is too daring. He really dares to kill anyone. If the Saint's younger brother came, he would be killed too."
Everyone present, whether they were the older generation sect masters or the five regions' monsters, couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"You …"
"Damn it, you actually killed Master's younger brother!"
The two ancient creatures went crazy and pounced forward. Their bodies seemed to be burning, and their scales clanked. Tens of thousands of swords shot out at the same time. Each scale was a Saint Sword.
Ye Fan had a cold smile on his face. He didn't make any other movements. He just took a step forward and dodged the kick.
Boom!
Suddenly, an azure energy surged on the ground. A dragon-shaped energy pillar pierced through the sky, and pillars that supported the sky appeared. The dragon energy was like the sea, cutting off the two ancient creatures' path.
"The Qinling Ancient Dragon has come out!"
The expressions of the Central Plains' dragon-seeking earth masters changed as they cried out in surprise. Ouyang Ye and the others who came from Genesis technique clans from the Eastern Wasteland also changed their expressions.
"No, it's the essence energy of the Qinling Ancient Dragon!"
All the eccentric people who studied the mountains, rivers, and veins of the earth were shocked. This kind of method was very terrifying, and it required an extremely high level special technique to draw out the essence energy of the True Dragon.
Ye Fan was calm and stood there without fear. He had studied this place for more than a month and had already understood everything. With his Genesis technique, he could fight against a peak Sacred Lord.
In this place, he was in an invincible position. He could borrow the power of the Qinling Ancient Dragon for his own use. And now, he had drawn out the ancestral earth vein.
"Ah!"
In surprise, Ye Fan saw a flash of light in the distance. Wang Chong's painfully reforming body was about to appear once more, and on his forehead was a divine symbol flowing with a strange light.
"No wonder Wang Teng didn't come. I was just wondering why he had such a life-saving symbol!" Ye Fan strode forward and stomped down.
"Buzz!"
The divine symbol flashed and lightly trembled, bringing Wang Chong back one hundred zhang. A golden energy flowed on it, faintly reflecting Wang Teng's figure.
"It's Wang Teng's Nine Revolutions Divine Symbol, immortal in all tribulations. He truly doted on Wang Chong, passing it on to him to protect his life," someone secretly cried out in alarm.
"What? The Nine Revolutions Divine Symbol really exists in this world?!"
Everyone stared at the divine symbol. It was less than an inch long and seemed to be forged from true gold. It flowed with a divine splendor, exuding an ancient charm and covered in Dao runes.
The Nine Revolutions Divine Symbol had been refined by the only Ancient Chaos Emperor of the Northern Plains. It could die in place of one's body and could seize the world's fortune. It was a divine protective artifact.
It wasn't hard to see just how terrifying Wang Teng's fortunes had been. If he had even obtained the divine symbol of Ancient Chaos Emperor, he had probably long ago obtained his legacy.
"Wasn't the Nine Revolutions Divine Symbol broken? How did it appear in the world again?"
"Although it's a broken Nine Revolutions Divine Symbol, it was still refined by a human emperor. It still has a divine effect of immortality!"
Everyone's eyes went red. Wang Teng truly did have great luck. He had obtained such a heaven-defying divine object and had given it to his little brother without any hesitation.
"The North Emperor shouldn't have obtained the complete legacy of Ancient Chaos Emperor, right?"
This Ancient Emperor's strength had surpassed the ancients and dazzled contemporaries. No one knew just how powerful he was, and it was rumored that he had other roots.
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. A divine symbol refined by an ancient Great Emperor, even if it was just a fragment, was still a priceless divine object. He used the dragon energy of the earth to separate the two ancient lifeforms and attacked.
At this moment, many people were envious of him. Others were afraid of the North Emperor and didn't dare to snatch it, but he was fearless and wanted to kill Wang Chong and take the symbol.
"Brother, save me!" the little demon screamed in fear.
In the distance, Wang Teng was fighting the Middle Emperor, and it was hard to tell who would win. The spirits of the four Great Sage surrounded him. The True Dragon leaped into the sky, the Divine Phoenix cried over the mountains and rivers, the White Tiger roared at the moon, and the Black Tortoise swallowed the sea. He was like the North Pole Emperor descending to the mortal world.
At this moment, he couldn't afford to be distracted. The Middle Emperor's every move was neutral and gentle, and it had the power to turn something rotten into something magical.
However, at this crucial moment, the North Emperor still attacked with his sword. A golden divine sword flew out, emitting the divine might of a Celestial Emperor. Dragons and phoenixes circled it, and it was hundreds of feet long.
Boom!
The Heaven Source Pattern appeared under Ye Fan's feet, and the dragon energy under the earth erupted like a volcano. One after another, a total of 81 heavenly dragons rushed up, startling everyone and forcing them to retreat.
Clang!
Ye Fan used the Xing Character Formula and closed in on Wang Chong. He reached out with a huge hand and slammed it down.
Bang!
The little demon's body was shattered again, and the Nine Revolutions Divine Symbol was taken from his forehead. Ye Fan caught it in his hand, and it flashed with a bright luster.
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