The four True Spirits shook the heavens. A True Dragon roamed the Nine Heavens, an undying Divine Phoenix was reborn in nirvana, a White Tiger subdued the Four Extremes and eight directions, and a Black Tortoise bore up the Void. They surrounded Wang Teng, making him look like a Saint King of antiquity.
Each swing of the Ancient Emperor's Sacred Sword sent a thousand-zhang sword light sweeping forth, Dragons and phoenixes twining around it. Its power was terrifying.
Ye Fan showed no fear. He moved freely through the sword light, the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi above his head. No art could touch him; all evil gave way.
Boom!
Then something astonishing happened: Ye Fan met the Ancient Emperor's Sacred Sword with his bare Flesh, and the clash rang like iron striking steel.
Ye Fan was unharmed. The Ancient Emperor's Sacred Sword had failed to wound him, leaving everyone stunned.
"Has the Sacred Body's Flesh become invincible?"
"When it comes to Flesh, no one in this age can stand shoulder to shoulder with Ye Fan of the Sacred Body—except the Heavenly Emperor Successor!"
No one knew what grade of artifact the Ancient Emperor's Sacred Sword was, but it was undoubtedly a Divine Sword that could shake the world. Wang Teng's Cultivation realm kept him from unleashing its full power.
Yet the Sacred Sword itself was hard enough!
Wang Teng's pupils contracted at the sight. He did not dare clash with Ye Fan using his bare Flesh.
He had made a point of tempering his Flesh, too, and was no weakling among Heavenly Prodigies of the same level. But compared with Ye Fan, he could only be called fragile.
In Flesh, he fell far short of Ye Fan.
The young man who had spoken with Ye Fan watched the battle with