In front of the imperial palace, clouds rose up, and auspicious qi shone brilliantly. Five-colored clouds pervaded the air. Ye Fan's words were sonorous and powerful. They were deafening and pointed directly at the hearts of the people.
"I'll kill him!"
These four words were like four heavenly swords pressing against everyone's hearts, causing everyone to shiver and tremble.
The power of self-confidence and the indomitable aura made people feel a kind of firmness that could destroy everything. This was a strange kind of mighty power.
"Shameless boasting!"
Wang Chengkun thought a lot and felt that something was wrong. Ye Fan was too overbearing and confident. He spoke before Wang Teng and pressured him.
He was an exceptional figure with world shocking cultivation. Even among sect master level figures, he was a well-known figure. Few people could match him, and it was unknown just how many great battles he had experienced.
"Father, let me come. Today, the saint's blood will be shed, and his corpse will be at my feet. In this great era where kings are rising, he will be the first to be removed from the path of the Great Emperor!" Wang Teng's expression was cold as he drove the golden ancient chariot over.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Ye Fan spoke.
"Little Ye …" Ji Ziyue pulled his sleeve, and her intelligent eyes were filled with worry. She was very happy that Ye Fan could come, but she knew that courage alone wasn't enough. North Thearch was too powerful, and it was hard to find a match for him among the younger generation.
The golden ancient chariot was engraved with the sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fishes, insects, and all living beings. It was as if it could suppress all realms. As it galloped over, its brilliance drowned out the heaven and earth. North Thearch was in the center, and the true dragon and divine phoenix danced on it, reflecting off each other.
Everyone was astonished. At this moment, Wang Teng really had the bearing of an emperor. That kind of attitude of supremacy was very intimidating. Even many of the older generation couldn't look at him directly.
"What's there to be proud of?!" Right at this moment, a discordant voice resounded. Pang Bo said, "Isn't it just a crappy car? I had one in the past as well. Even though it only had two wheels, it was a famous brand!"
Of course, the people present didn't know that he was talking about a broken bicycle that rang everywhere except for the bell, but they understood that it wasn't something good.
Pang Bo explained the flying pigeon name tag to the side. Li Heishui and the rest all burst into laughter. The people of the Wang Clan were instantly enraged. Wang Chengkun revealed a look of disdain and said, "My son is a genius, you frogs at the bottom of a well, what nonsense are you boasting about?"
"Don't provoke me. Who doesn't know that my son is Wang Teng?"
"You dare to oppose me? My son will take the field. His surname is Wang, and his name is Ba Lang Ziteng. He has the bearing of a Great Emperor!"
Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and Jiang Huairen mocked in unison. Regardless of anything else, from today onwards, 'My son is Wang Teng' would become famous throughout the world.
The North Thearch drove the war chariot forward. Golden light covered the sun. Nine True Dragons, nine Divine Phoenixes, nine White Tigers, and nine Black Tortoises guarded the four corners. Clouds were everywhere, and he looked just like the Central Thearch.
At this moment, Wang Teng's gaze was piercingly cold. His thick black hair draped over his chest and back, and his majestic figure was filled with an oppressive aura that terrified the souls of others.
"Saint Physique, what right do you have to fight with me?!" His voice wasn't loud, but it spread to every corner. Everyone within a radius of a few hundred miles could hear him.
"Who do you think you are? Do I need to list out what right do I have to kill you?!" Ye Fan shouted and opposed him with equal harshness. He walked forward step by step like a war god that had existed since ancient times. His body was overflowing with colors, and he was clear and flawless. The four corners of the world trembled with his footsteps.
Many people couldn't enter the Ji Clan because they didn't have the qualifications to do so. However, they heard it outside the mountain gate. Instantly, there was an uproar. Everyone knew that the battle between the North Thearch and the Saint Physique was unavoidable.
The news spread to every corner of the southern region at the first instance. A huge commotion was unfolding, and it was unknown how many people were paying attention to and looking forward to this battle.
"Kill Wang Teng, kill this Pseudo Thearch. Does he really think that he is the reincarnation of the Ancient Thearch? He is just an arrogant disciple!" Pang Bo shouted fearlessly.
"Kill the Pseudo Thearch, kill the bastard Zi Teng of the Northern Plains!" Li Heishui, Liu Kou, and the others echoed. Their voices rang through the clouds and caused a commotion.
"Everyone, calm down and control yourself." An elder of the Ji Clan stood up. He didn't want people to fight in the Ji Clan. After all, they were all guests here.
"Brother Ji, this isn't us causing trouble, but the Saint Physique is bullying us. We have no choice but to kill him," Wang Teng's father, Wang Chengkun, spoke.
"Bullsh * t. You guys provoked us first, so why are you blaming others? Is this how the Wang Clan does things?" Pang Bo spoke crudely.
The Wang Clan was furious. As a Clan of the Ancient Era, no one dared to be so disrespectful. Not even the descendant of the Demon Thearch could do such a thing.
"What? Do you want to kill me?" Pang Bo laughed coldly.
"I will kill you first!" An expert of the Wang Clan rushed out and asked the elder of the Ji Clan for a place to settle the dispute.
"Since things have come to this, let them settle it themselves. If not, we will have to leave this place to fight." The Ji Clan's Eight Ancestor spoke. He wanted nothing more than for the Wang Clan to kill Ye Fan.
Many esteemed guests also spoke, requesting for permission to fight. They originally came here because they wanted to see the Saint Physique fighting against the North Empyrean. Right now, they naturally didn't want to give up. All of them wanted to see a fierce battle.
The Ji Clan's Saint Lord glanced at the Crimson Dragon Daoist and the Wang Clan's Ancestor Xuan. Seeing that they didn't object, he nodded in agreement and agreed to provide a place for the battle.
This place was instantly filled with commotion. In front of the heavenly imperial palace that was shrouded in mist, a space appeared as an invisible martial arena appeared.
"I will kill him first!" An expert from the Wang Clan walked over and rushed towards Pang Bo, wanting to act.
"Who do you want to kill?!" Ye Fan stepped out, wielding the copper coffin, blocking his path.
"I naturally want to kill him!" This was a hegemonic-level expert. Although he just broke through to the second-level of immortal-foundation not long ago, his cultivation base was still there. He wanted to kill Pang Bo first.
"Bzz!"
Ye Fan didn't say anything and directly acted, blocking his path. Circulating all the energy in his body, he brandished the copper coffin in his hand and executed the Row Word Art as he blasted out.
Wang Teng's father and the others didn't obstruct him. They wanted to let this person probe Ye Fan's strength because even they didn't have a complete grasp of his strength.
"Devil Subduing Formation!" That person roared loudly as he spat out 36 copper lamps. All of them were like ghostly flames, flickering with a glossy green light as they enveloped Ye Fan within.
Every single copper lamp was a holy sword. The flames they shot out were sword qi that contained traces of primal chaos mist. They were extremely terrifying and their attacks were extremely terrifying.
The hearts of everyone jumped. This was a secret treasure of a sect and was definitely extremely powerful. It was much more powerful compared to the weapons of ordinary Saint Lords. Because once there was primal chaos qi, it would definitely be a rare treasure.
However, when the terrifying attacks landed on the copper coffin, clanking sounds rang out. There was basically no effect at all. The runic imprints on the copper coffin flashed with a clear light, destroying all the attacks.
Boom!
At the same time, Ye Fan was like a heavenly deity. He took a step forward, causing the heavens to shake and the earth to shake. The copper coffin was too heavy, but after circulating the golden blood energy in his body, it still moved and heavily smashed downwards.
Crushing the heavens!
This kind of astonishing aura gave people the illusion that an eternal deity had descended into the world to kill all demons. His entire body shone with boundless golden light that could swallow the world.
The copper coffin could break all techniques and destroy all living beings. Nothing could stop it once it moved. The rusted patterns on its surface flowed with a mysterious radiance that could destroy everything.
All of the copper lamps in front of it shattered into bronze dregs under this strike. The dao patterns were obliterated and the lamp flames were extinguished, no longer existing.
The Wang Family's expert opened his mouth and spat out a strand of primal essence energy. He used his great magic power to circulate more than ten secret techniques. It was as if a boundless blue sky was pressing down to resist the ancient coffin.
However, what was shocking was that regardless of whether it was the magic treasures or the secret techniques formed from primal essence energy, they were all broken like paper!
Pfft!
A streak of bloody light surged. Ye Fan swung the bronze coffin down and smashed a great expert into meat paste!
At first, the scene was deathly silent. Then, it erupted with commotion. A great expert from the Wang Family was killed so thoroughly and straightforwardly. What face did they have left?
Moreover, everyone discovered that the saint physique could fight against North Deity. It would definitely be a world-shocking confrontation and wouldn't be one-sided. There would be a breathtaking scene.
Wang Chengkun's expression was gloomy as he transmitted his voice. "Did you guys notice that the dao patterns on that copper coffin were strange? They locked down the void, and it was impossible to dodge after being locked down!"
They discovered a terrifying fact. This kind of weapon was at least a king's divine weapon at the most, and it had started to give birth to the power of divine laws.
"Wang Teng, how long are you going to hide?" Ye Fan shouted. He stood up while leaning on the coffin. The scene was strange and terrifying. Up until now, there wasn't a single person who wasn't frightened. The various sect masters were all feeling restraining fear. The saint physique's growth was too fast, and it was already unstoppable.
Ji Ziyue revealed a moving smile. Her worries were swept away, and she was very happy. She was like a lively purple-clothed elf.
The Southern Demon's expression was solemn. Demonic light shot out from his eyes as he stared at the small bronze coffin. He recognized that it was from the same source as the huge coffin in the ancient forbidden ground.
His sister, Qi Huoshui, was the most beautiful person in the world. She was graceful and beautiful, and her eyes flickered with extraordinary splendor. She was also staring forward in amazement.
On the other side, the Valley of Gods' young master, Zi Tian, frowned as he stared at the bronze coffin. It was as if he had sunk into a distant memory. His sister was absolutely beautiful. Her purple hair draped over her shoulders, and her figure was slender. Her purple eyes were filled with divine multicolored light, and there was also an unusual color.
In the distance, the monkey stood with his rod in hand. His eyes were fiery and golden. He sat down on a chair and relaxed.
Other than that, the Jade Lake Saint was also present. Her bright eyes flickered with brilliant colors as she paid attention to the battlefield.
…
Many people from the younger generation came, and the older generation also paid a lot of attention. Red Dragon, Bat King, Crane King, Big Bandit, and many other cult masters were all shocked.
The golden chariot rumbled as the North Thearch revealed his killing intent. His black hair danced in the wind as he came to the center of the battlefield and stood opposite Ye Fan. At this point, this battle was unavoidable.
"I will kill you under the chariot as a sacrifice to the heroic spirits of my royal family. I will erase your name from this world!" The North Thearch was furious. Ye Fan had repeatedly injured the Wang Clan, and his killing intent was as cold as winter.
Ye Fan did not say anything. He turned back to Ji Ziyue and said, "I will help you kill him now."
"Arrogant, he is pushing himself into the abyss of death. He will not live past today."
The people of the Wang Clan all spoke up, berating Ye Fan and cheering for the North Thearch.
"Saint Physique, your life is coming to an end. What right do you have to be compared to the princes of our race? At most, you are just a stepping stone!"
"The so-called Saint Physique will be invincible once it is completed, but there is a precondition. It is still possible in an era without a Great Thearch, but to be born in the same era as a reincarnated Great Thearch of our race is a tragedy for him!"
Ye Fan and the North Thearch made their move. The two of them made a move in a flash. No one could see it clearly, but there was an ancient sacrificial sound that resounded throughout the ten thousand worlds.
Boom!
The boundless void collapsed and completely collapsed. Countless black abyss appeared, connecting to the eternal unknown. There was a sound like a landslide and a tsunami, and there were stars twinkling. It was the boundless universe!
This was the attack that Wang Teng had made. He was like an ancient Thearch, and his eyes were filled with endless illusions. His back was against the eternal starry sky, and it was resplendent.
The True Dragon, Divine Phoenix, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise all appeared. Each of them occupied the starry sky, and it was extremely terrifying. Endless divine light drowned that place.
Many Cult Masters were astonished. Even they could not withstand such a terrifying attack. The North Thearch was so powerful that it made everyone tremble.
Ye Fan used the Row Formula and passed through the eternal void, appearing in another world. He was not injured, and he stood there with the bronze coffin in his hand.
Wang Chengkun was very conceited and said, "All struggles are futile. In front of my son's world-shocking battle strength, the Saint Physique is nothing. Blood will stain the divine ground, and your corpse will lie at Teng 'er's feet. From now on, you will be erased and become a pile of bones on my son's Emperor's Path."
Before he finished speaking, an even more shocking battle began. Wang Teng held the Celestial Thearch Sword and drove the golden chariot, using the two ancient weapons to suppress Ye Fan.
At the same time, his eyes released two beams of divine light. The Heavenly Eye of Martial Path opened, and it was indestructible. It began to erase Ye Fan's tangible body.
This attack was world-shaking. The space between the two was almost drowned by the sea of divine power. The battlefield was almost boiling!
Clang!
Ye Fan moved the bronze coffin, and it collided with the golden chariot and the Celestial Thearch Sword. It let out a sound that resounded in the four seas. Many people cried out, and blood flowed from their ears as they fell back.
The floating divine island was penetrated in an instant. Wang Teng and the golden chariot were smashed down, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.
Moreover, the Heavenly Eye of Martial Path didn't work either. In the heart of Ye Fan's brows, a small golden person with the Myriad Qi Cauldron on his head was hugging a small black gourd and blowing it.
From the depths of the small black gourd, a blinding divine light flew out. It was like the first ray of divine light that opened the heavens, cutting through everything in the world!
In the eyes of others, a vertical eye opened in the heart of Ye Fan's brows. The divine light shattered the splendor of the Heavenly Eye of Martial Path and shot forward.
"Chi!"
This wisp of Heaven-Opening Divine Light pierced through Wang Teng's forearm. It burned fiercely, and the temperature was frightening.
"Pfff!"
Wang Teng was very decisive. He raised the Celestial Thearch Sword and swung it down. Blood flickered as he chopped off his left forearm.
"Teng 'er!" Wang Chengkun shouted. Just now, he was still saying that once his son appeared, a Saint Physique wouldn't even be a stepping stone and would definitely be chopped off. He didn't expect that the North Thearch would lose an arm first.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood in the air. The bronze coffin floated up and down, and the void was flickering. It looked like he was standing in the ancient universe.
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