Heavenly Dao, Heartless

The scenery around them blurred. Ye Fan and Shi Hao seemed to be crossing space and time, their bodies blazing with precious radiance and their powerful auras striking terror into the heart.

Blinding white light surged from Ye Fan's hand and condensed into a spear. Above his head, the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron shed strands of Mystic Yellow, each one heavy as ten thousand catties.

What did it mean for someone in the Dragon Transformation Realm to fight someone in the Escape One Realm?

Put it this way: it was like Song Shuhang, at the Fourth Stage and without a single accessory, going straight into a one-on-one showdown with a Longevity Immortal.

From afar, Song Shuhang saw it clearly with his eye technique. The power in Ye Fan's body was not his own. It came from Su Lin at the other end.

Sparing no expense, Su Lin sent him pure Divine Power by a means Song Shuhang dared not examine too closely. If he did, he would see Su Lin's true form.

"Did you just call me weak?" Ye Fan flexed his knuckles and swung his spear. Spear-light erupted like countless streaks of silver rain.

His target was not Shi Hao, but the deluxe Walk-behind Tractor beneath him, complete with phoenix-wing effects and transformed from Ge Gu.

"If you're weak, practice more," Shi Hao said firmly. Runes flashed across his body as he stepped in front of Ge Gu to shield him. "Right now, you—"

A furious barrage cut him off. A vast wash of white struck Shi Hao, ringing against him like metal.

It was not that Ye Fan could not accept losing. He had taken his defeat in stride. When he climbed aboard with Duan De and the Black Emperor, those two walking disasters, he had been