Zi Tiandou's entire body glowed with violet light. Every strand of his hair was glowing as a violet qi towered tens of thousands of meters into the sky. With a loud roar, the entire world trembled.
This punch was tyrannical, containing the indomitable aura of the young lord of the Divine Spirit Valley. His violet robes fluttered in the wind as his battle qi gushed forth like the surging seas.
How valiant was Ye Fan? At his current cultivation realm, he had no fear for second-level immortal-foundation characters. It was impossible for him to retreat.
This strike shook the heavens and earth. When the two of them collided, a burst of light akin to the collapse of the starry sky could be seen. This place became the center of the tempest, rapidly expanding outwards.
Large amounts of blood rained down. Zi Tiandou's hair was disheveled and his entire arm was drenched in blood. His right fist was deformed, convulsing uncontrollably as it was flung out.
The moment this strike landed, there was a conclusion to everything. Zi Tiandou was at an absolute disadvantage. His fist was almost shattered and the intense pain caused his facial features to contort, leaving behind a large patch of blood.
There would always be people saying how powerful the saint physique was and how unparalleled the flesh shell was. But as the successor of the Supreme Ancient Royal Clan, he had always been conceited and had never seen such a physique before. He basically didn't believe that there was someone who could be compared to the royal bloodline. Right now, he finally paid a painful price and experienced the toughness of this physique.
Even the body of the royal bloodline of the Supreme Ancient Royal Clan couldn't block the body of a saint physique. This was the most intuitive understanding of everyone. Their subconscious hearts trembled, would the bloodline of the Supreme Ancient Royal Clan be able to block this?
Ye Fan seized the opportunity to launch a ferocious attack. After executing the Row Incantation, he shot forward like a bolt of lightning. It was still the Human King Imprint, slamming down like a golden cliff.
A series of drum sounds rang out, so heavy that it sounded like heavenly thunder. A dragon-skinned drum appeared in Zi Tiandou's hands, and with every beat, a beam of dao light shot out.
"BOOM!"
At the very end, it was like mountains and rivers were toppling and overturning the seas. Boundless violet waves gushed forth, blocking Ye Fan's path forward.
This was a heavenly voice of the ancient dao. Zi Tian used his magic power and understanding of the dao to block Ye Fan. Just one clash of flesh was enough. He had already suffered a great loss and didn't want Ye Fan to get close to him again.
"Crackle!"
His bones crackled, and the twisted joints in his right fist shifted and quickly grew back to its original shape, returning to its peak state.
"Dong dong …"
The Heavenly Drum vibrated, as if a magnificent army was galloping. Waves of purple waves rushed towards Ye Fan. The sound of the drum shook the heavens, and each wave could kill an expert.
The purple sound wave seemed like it was going to shatter the will of heaven and earth, shaking Ye Fan so much that he felt dizzy. This was a terrifying secret treasure with astonishing destructive power.
The Dragon Skin Drum was an imitation of a primordial ancestor king's weapon. Its power was extraordinary, and a sudden strike from time to time could directly destroy an opponent's primordial spirit, killing them in an instant.
At such a close distance, if it weren't for Ye Fan facing the drumming, he would have died on the spot.
"Open!"
Ye Fan's right hand formed the Human Ruler Seal and his left hand formed the Heaven Flipping Seal. He broke all of the dao marks and slapped towards the purple dragon skin drum, wanting to pierce through it.
"Dong!"
The sound of the drum was oppressive, and Zi Tiandu's ruthlessness was released. His eyes were like cold lightning as he forcefully struck the drum, sending out tens of thousands of sound waves, drowning the area in front of him.
Above his head, the ancient purple pagoda drew upon the nine heavens. Thunder rumbled, and thick purple energy poured down like a myriad of purple swords to hack at Ye Fan.
"Hong!"
Ye Fan's path forward was blocked, and his mind was restless. His primordial spirit was unstable, and he was almost sent flying by the two archaic secret treasures. His body swayed.
On the side, Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, Xie Siyuan, and the others were all alarmed. They all flew backwards, and they were somewhat expectant, hoping that Zi Tiandu would win. After all, they had criticized Ye Fan behind his back, and they were afraid that he had heard it.
The sound of the drum shook the sky, directly shattering the space around Ye Fan. The purple sound waves rumbled like a magnificent army trampling over, and it was boundlessly terrifying.
"Ah!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, using the incantation to resist the ancient sound. This shout made the souls of all the cultivators in this small world tighten, as if they had been struck by a heavy punch.
One could imagine how terrifying the battle was. A demonic god that looked exactly like him appeared behind Ye Fan, and its magical image suppressed the heaven and earth, shattering the entire garden with its roar.
Once the Buddhist incantation was spoken, it was as if heaven and earth were being split apart. The earth, fire, wind, and water rotated and split apart. A terrifying beam of light rushed into the purple energy and struck the dragon skin drum.
"Dong!"
A shocking sound rang out. This time, the sound of the drum wasn't struck by Zi Tiandu himself, but rather by Ye Fan. Divine might surged out like a vast ocean.
Zi Tiandu shouted loudly, and his entire body trembled. Under the sound of the Ah, the dragon skin drum was pierced through. This was a secret treasure that possessed great power. Even living fossils and top-notch divine lords couldn't destroy it.
However, today, it was shattered by Ye Fan's roar. This secret treasure became history. The skin of the drum deflated, and its light dimmed. What was more frightening was that it was still shattering.
The "Ah" mantra was transformed by Ye Fan with the Fighting Secret Word, and it became the Battle Sacred Sound that was suitable for him to use. Its power was evident now. The remaining power hadn't dissipated yet. Zi Tiandu's body shook violently, and cracks appeared one after another.
"What?!"
In the distance, everyone was astonished. The divine physique of the human race was frightening. Just one roar was enough to severely injure a great enemy.
"Pfft!"
Zi Tiandu opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The ancient tower above his head shook, and tens of thousands of strands of purple energy poured down, finally cutting off the aftermath of the Ah.
"Even my dragon skin drum was broken …" Zi Tiandu fell back and stared at the broken drum in his hand. Only a corner of the dragon skin was left.
Back then, he had tried all kinds of weapons to attack it, but none of them had damaged it in the slightest. But now, it had been shattered by a single roar. How terrifying was this?
The Southern Mountains Goddess Wu Fei couldn't help but stroke her zither. She had entered the dao through music, so she knew how terrifying the divine sound confrontation just now was. She was shocked by Ye Fan's roar.
Chen Yuan, Xie Siyuan, and the others were also pale. They couldn't help but think of what would happen if they were in the battlefield …
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was like a furnace, burning the sky with splendor. A powerful aura gushed out, making it difficult for people to breathe. No matter how far away they stood, they couldn't help but feel their hearts palpitate.
The beautiful faces of the Southern Mountains Goddesses turned pale. It wasn't that they didn't know how powerful Ye Fan was, but they were even more frightened now that they were personally witnessing the battle.
There wasn't a single person who didn't retreat. Even the spectators who arrived later were scared, and all of them retreated into the horizon.
"Is this a divine physique?"
"It's him. He killed his way here alone to take the life of the Valley of Gods' young master!"
…
Everyone was shaken. How powerful was the Archaic Imperial Race? Who was willing to provoke them? Although Zi Tiandu wasn't as powerful as Huang Xudao, Yuan Gu, or the Heavenly Prince, and he didn't have the bloodline of an ancient emperor, it was still enough to intimidate the world. During these ten-odd years, he had taken action several times, and all of them were earth-shattering. Some people guessed that he was about to sever the dao.
However, Ye Fan dared to kill him alone. This kind of power shocked everyone.
The heaven and earth rumbled!
Ye Fan broke through the sky with one hand, and he still didn't use any weapons. He only relied on his fist to attack Zi Tiandu. His golden battle qi submerged the area and turned it into a surging sea.
Zi Tiandu felt an enormous pressure. The person before him was too terrifying. Could it be that he was on par with Huang Xudao and the others and possessed the same bloodline power?
He was horrified. This was the first time he understood that the human race's divine physique was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Bang!"
Zi Tiandu fought Ye Fan with all his might. The ancient pagoda above his head swayed, and the purple energy that filled the sky rushed in all directions like a long river. The void was like a broken painting that couldn't be stopped.
"Dang!"
Ye Fan used his fist to clash head-on against Zi Tiandu's violet pagoda, using his flesh shell to clash head-on against Zi Tiandu's Great Dao energy. Each and every punch contained a towering golden battle qi.
This was a world-shocking battle. In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged over a hundred blows. The courtyard had long since been destroyed, and this scene shocked everyone.
In this small world, everyone had a great background. There were many at the sect leader level, and there were also many young geniuses and beauties from the Southern Mountains Range. All of them were characters with status and prestige, and all of them were shocked.
"Dang!"
When the battle reached the 500th round, Ye Fan punched out with the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, shattering the void. The top level of the violet pagoda cracked open before it exploded with a bang.
"What?!" Zi Tiandu was shocked. One of the five levels of the pagoda was destroyed. The impact to him was too great.
This weapon was refined by an old man in his clan. Unless one was a true king, they wouldn't be able to damage it at all. Its defense was so strong that even second-level immortal-foundation experts wouldn't be able to destroy it even if they came in contact with the domain of the Seven Forbidden.
However, reality caused everyone to be shocked. Ye Fan didn't even use a weapon. He merely relied on his fists to shatter the pagoda.
The golden battle qi was like the sea, gushing forth once more. Zi Tiandu screamed in pain as he coughed out large mouthfuls of blood. He was flung through the air along with the fourth level of the pagoda.
"The royal races of the Supreme Ancient Immortal Realms are merely so-so!"
Ye Fan spoke. He was like a golden god of war as he walked over. His entire body radiated a boundless sacred light, exuding an aura of divinity, causing people to involuntarily look up to him.
The impact of this strike to Zi Tiandu was extremely great, almost destroying his conviction of victory. The saint physique of the human race only relied on a pair of fists to shatter his pagoda, causing him to feel a chill down his spine.
"DIE!" Zi Tiandu went crazy. At this stage, there was no longer any path of retreat. Even if he wanted to flee, it would be impossible.
"BOOM!" Ye Fan's fist even more domineeringly smashed over. His body was surrounded by endless holy light, almost like a deity, descending from the heavens, tearing through everything. A single fist blasted the last four floors of the purple pagoda into pieces.
"Ah …" Zi Tiandu cried out miserably. His body flew out diagonally, and strands of blood gushed out from his mouth. This time, he was definitely heavily injured. The power of the saint physique was so great that it could easily flatten a mountain. Without the protection of the pagoda, the impact just now was too great.
Ye Fan was as fast as lightning. He didn't stop and chased after Zi Tiandu. Fist after fist smashed out. Boundless sacred light filled every inch of space between heaven and earth.
Zi Tiandu used his hands to block, but they shattered on the spot. Even his chest almost exploded. His body crisscrossed and was covered in countless cracks as blood gushed out.
"Do you still remember a human youth called Dongfang Ye who slaughtered them all? Did you ever think that a day like this would come?" Ye Fan asked.
"Of course I remember. Isn't it that uncivilized savage? He was extremely difficult to kill, but in the end, he was trapped at Falling Eagle Cliff and his blood splashed onto the stone walls." Zi Tiandu cruelly smiled. He didn't have anything to fear now. He opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Falling Eagle Cliff was a place where even eagles would fall when they landed. This was an ominous land where many strange things had occurred. Not even the ancient races were willing to approach.
"An uncivilized savage? Is this your evaluation?!" Ye Fan clenched his teeth. His blood boiled and his clothes burst apart as he attacked with everything he had.
Zi Tiandu cruelly smiled. "He's just a savage. So what if I kill him?" He knew that he wouldn't have a good ending today, so he was throwing caution to the wind.
At this moment, Ye Fan could only brandish his fists and use his invincible strength to shatter everything in his way. He would trample this person beneath his feet in order to wash away the resentment of his old friend.
All sorts of weapons in the skies were destroyed. Ye Fan was crazily slaughtering. He found an opportunity and tore off Zi Tiandu's regenerated arms, causing them to drip with fresh blood.
Peng!
"Ah …"
In the next moment, Ye Fan's foot descended from the skies. With overwhelming combat strength, he trampled down on Zi Tiandu's chest and descended straight down.
Puff!
This was a bloody scene. Ye Fan trampled down on Zi Tiandu, his foot shattering his chest to pieces. His foot passed through and landed on the ground.
"The ancient royal races are nothing more than this!" Ye Fan held his hands behind his back and looked down on him. He had destroyed all of Zi Tiandu's self-confidence and dignity.
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