The Wanchu Holy Land is also a renowned and powerful sect in the Eastern Wasteland.
Zhao Hao's words, though seemingly polite, were in fact a blatant challenge.
He invoked Ye Fan's title of " Sacred Body " and repeatedly mentioned "discussing and exchanging ideas," making it difficult for anyone to refuse directly, otherwise they would be suspected of being cowardly.
Countless gazes instantly focused on Ye Fan, some expectant, some sneerful, some worried, and some simply wanting to see a good show.
Black Emperor muttered under his breath at Ye Fan's feet, "Woof! Here they come. Zhao Ritian from the Wanchu Holy Land? A nobody I've never even heard of, yet he dares to act so arrogantly?"
Seeing that the other party had called him by name, Ye Fan stepped forward, walked to the center of the arena, and said loudly, "Since the Daoist brother from the Wanchu Holy Land wishes to exchange blows, I, Ye, will gladly oblige. Please."
A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes, and he shouted, "Excellent!"
A burst of earthy yellow light erupted from their bodies, and their powerful and solid aura rose up like a mountain. Without saying another word, the two transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the battle platform in mid-air, which was stabilized by the formation.
Upon stepping onto the stage, Zhao Hao did not hesitate. He formed hand seals and uttered a low shout, " Mountain Range Seal, suppress!"
With a deafening roar, the Void trembled, and the earth elemental energy gathered frantically, instantly condensing into three majestic yellow mountains that pressed down on Ye Fan in a triangular formation.
Even before the mountain arrived, the immense pressure caused the array patterns on the edge of the battle platform to glow faintly, exuding a terrifying aura.
The offensive techniques evolved from the " Wanchu Thick Earth Art " are indeed unique.
A golden light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. Faced with this overwhelming suppression, he not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.
He swung his right arm, and golden energy surged from his body, converging at his fist. Without any fancy moves, he delivered a punch straight at the mountain shadow in the center.
"How dare you confront me head-on? You're courting death!" A disciple of Wanchu sneered from below the stage.
"Snap!!!"
A sharp, piercing cracking sound rang out.
The seemingly solid and imposing mountain range, upon contact with Ye Fan's pale golden fist, was like glass colliding with refined iron, bursting open with countless cracks from its center. Then, with a "bang," it completely shattered, turning into countless points of light and dissipating! Pure power crushing!
Zhao Hao's expression changed slightly, but he reacted quickly. Taking advantage of Ye Fan's unrelenting punch, he shouted, "Lock!" The remaining two mountain shadows increased their speed and attacked from the left and right. Furthermore, earth-yellow rune chains emerged from the mountains, coiling around Ye Fan's limbs like snakes, attempting to restrict his movements.
Ye Fan snorted coldly, his footwork suddenly changed, and his figure swayed like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the gap between the two mountain shadows, and the runic chains only had time to touch the afterimage he left behind.
It was the mysterious footwork taught by the Old Madman!
"Where do you think you're going! Earth-Overturning Seal!" Zhao Hao's combat experience was also quite impressive. He changed his hand seals again, and the two mountain shadows that had missed their target suddenly collapsed, turning into a thick, heavy yellow swamp phantom that covered a large area of the battle platform. A powerful suction force came from it, trying to trap Ye Fan in place.
"Break!" Ye Fan roared, his golden blood surging like a boiling ocean. He stomped his feet on the ground and forcefully pulled himself out of the mud. He shot straight at Zhao Hao like an arrow released from a bow.
With a flick of his palm, Zhao Hao revealed an ancient shield, about the size of a palm, entirely dark yellow and engraved with mountain patterns. It grew as soon as it was exposed to the wind, eventually becoming the size of a door and blocking his way.
This " Mystic Mountain Shield " is a protective magic weapon he has refined for many years, and its defensive power is astonishing.
Facing the thick Mystic Mountain Shield, he still threw a punch!
"Thump!!!"
A dull, deafening bang, like the striking of a heavenly bell, exploded out.
The golden fist slammed into the dark yellow shield, and violent ripples of power visibly spread outwards.
The Mystic Mountain Shield flashed wildly, emitting a creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight. Zhao Hao, behind the shield, felt an overwhelming force surge through him, causing his blood to churn. He couldn't help but stagger back hundreds of meters, his arm holding the shield aching and numb.
"His power is simply inhuman!" Zhao Hao was shocked; the strength of his Sacred Body far exceeded his expectations.
Ye Fan pressed his advantage relentlessly, launching a relentless offensive.
Fists, palms, elbows, knees—every part of his body became a direct weapon, imbued with pale golden blood energy, raining down on Zhao Hao like a storm.
Each strike was as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing the light of the Mystic Mountain Shield to dim rapidly, and the mountain patterns on the shield's surface to become blurred.
Zhao Hao could only rely on his magic weapon to barely hold on, completely powerless to fight back, and was in a sorry state.
"Ah! This is outrageous!" The extreme frustration and the stares from those around him made Zhao Hao's eyes turn completely red.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Mystic Mountain Shield. The shield shone brightly with yellow light, temporarily blocking Ye Fan's punch.
Taking advantage of this moment of respite, he swiftly formed several complex hand seals, unleashing his divine power with reckless abandon, and roared, " Wanchu Secret Technique— Xuanhuang Prison-Suppressing Spear! Arise!"
On the battle platform, the earth elemental energy surged wildly, rapidly coalescing into an ancient spear, entirely dark yellow, three zhang long, with heavy chains wrapped around its shaft.
As soon as the spear was unleashed, a fierce and malevolent aura that could suppress prisons and destroy all things spread out. The spear tip locked onto Ye Fan, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
"Go!" Zhao Hao's face twisted in rage as he shoved forward with both hands!
The Xuanhuang spear let out a shrill shriek, tearing through the sky. Wherever it passed, even the Void reinforced by the array rippled. Carrying Zhao Hao's determination to kill and all his magical power, it pierced straight for Ye Fan's heart!
This attack was far more powerful than any of the previous ones; it was a fight to the death!
Faced with this fierce and deadly spear, Ye Fan's eyes shone brightly with golden light, and his fighting spirit soared.
He no longer held back. His inner Bitter Sea roared, and a small, ancient, heavy, three-legged cauldron with two handles, shrouded in Xuanhuang Qi, emerged from above his head. It then swelled in the wind and transformed into a bronze cauldron half the height of a person, with thousands of primordial yellow energies descending to protect him within.
The Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi!
The moment this cauldron appeared, a powerful aura, heavy as an ancient mountain and mysterious as the origin of all things, swept across the battle platform, causing the rapidly approaching Xuanhuang spears to pause in mid-air!
He held back no longer, letting out a low shout. His internal energy erupted like a volcano, and golden divine light shone through his body, making him resemble a golden war god.
He traced an arcane path with his left hand in front of his chest, a blurry Yin-Yang Dao Diagram flashing by. Then, he formed a hand seal with his right hand, evolving the Battle Saint Method, perfectly integrating and sublimating his own fighting spirit and power.
He poured all of that invincible, earth-shattering "fighting spirit" into the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi above his head.
The secret of the "Fight" technique was revealed not long ago when Ye Fan found the Nine Marvels Immortal Medicine in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land and saved the peerless God King Jiang Taixu. Although the Jiang Family family already had eight million catties of Source Stone as a reward, Jiang Taixu knew that the Immortal Divine Medicine far superior to Source Stone. To repay this kindness, he taught Ye Fan this technique.
Although only a few months have passed Ye Fan has only just begun to grasp the basics, the profound mystery of this supreme secret technique, even if he has only mastered a little bit of it, is more than enough for his current Dao Palace Secret Realm.
"Town!"
The single word uttered was like a thunderclap.
The Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi emitted a deep hum. Ye Fan, holding the Xuanhuang Mother Qi that carried boundless and heavy power, neither dodged nor avoided, but instead met the Xuanhuang Prison-Suppressing Spear, which was filled with murderous aura, head-on and crashed into it!
Before the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi, the seemingly invincible Xuanhuang spear was like ice and snow meeting a furnace.
The moment the spear tip made contact with the cauldron, the Xuanhuang War Spear let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain. Countless phantom chains of runes shattered inch by inch, and cracks rapidly spread across the entire spear shaft, centered on the point of contact.
"Bang!"
It exploded completely, reverting to its most primordial earth elemental energy, scattering and annihilating in all directions!
With his innate divine power so easily crushed, Zhao Hao was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, his aura weakening to the extreme.
After the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi crushed the battle spear, its momentum slowed slightly, but it still carried a suffocatingly heavy pressure as it fell down on Zhao Hao!
Zhao Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over him.
He desperately activated the already dimmed Mystic Mountain Shield above his head, his eyes filled with despair.
Just as the cauldron was about to touch the shield, Ye Fan's mind stirred, and his figure holding the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi suddenly stopped, hovering three feet above Zhao Hao's head. The descending Xuanhuang Qi almost made him suffocate, and the Mystic Mountain Shield made a soft "crack" sound, with several fine cracks appearing.
The outcome is decided, and life and death are in Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan raised his hand, Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi rapidly shrank, transforming into a stream of light that entered his body.
He calmly cupped his hands in greeting to the pale-faced, swaying Zhao Hao:
"Thank you for your kind offer."
The square was deathly silent.
Countless gazes were focused on Ye Fan, filled with shock, fear, and disbelief.
From Zhao Hao unleashing the Mountain-Suppressing Seal to Ye Fan summoning the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi to crush and defeat the enemy, the entire process took only a few breaths.
A brilliant disciple of the Holy Land, who had reached the Dao Palace Secret Realm, was about to enter the Four Extremes Realm, and was protected by a magical treasure, was utterly defeated by Ye Fan, the Sacred Body. It was a foregone conclusion!
The square was silent.
Many young prodigies who were originally unconvinced by Ye Fan and eager to try their luck now had solemn expressions.
Zhao Hao was no weakling; he was on the verge of breaking through to the Four Extremes Secret Realm at the Perfection of the Dao Palace Secret Realm, and was among the top performers present. Yet, he was utterly defeated by Ye Fan. The power of the Sacred Body was indeed well-deserved!
The people from the Wanchu Holy Land looked grim, but they had nothing to say.
In a friendly competition between peers, a loss is a loss.
On the high platform, several Mighty Figure cultivators nodded slightly, their gazes towards Ye Fan now showing a greater degree of respect.
This young man not only possesses the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that has long been covered in dust, but the composure he displays in battle that far exceeds his age, his almost instinctive ability to seize opportunities, and the ruthless decisiveness hidden beneath his calm surface all indicate that he is by no means an ordinary person who relies solely on his physique.
Given time, if he can truly break the Sacred Body Curse and enter the Four Extremes, his future achievements will be immeasurable.
"Woof! Well done! Excellent! What kind of cat or dog dares to provoke the Sacred Body?" Black Emperor, unable to contain himself any longer, stood on his hind legs, slapping his front paws with a deafening roar. His dog face was full of arrogance and pride, spitting as he barked at those around him. "Anyone else who's not satisfied? Bring it on! I'm here to number and register you all, and I guarantee I'll make sure everything is taken care of!"
Its unrestrained shouting was like adding fuel to the fire, instantly making many young cultivators on the sidelines, whose faces were already grim from Ye Fan's decisive defeat of Zhao Hao, spit fire in their eyes and feel their anger rising.
How dare a dog be so presumptuous? But when their gazes fell upon Ye Fan, whose aura was steady and whose eyes swept over them calmly, and they recalled the great cauldron that had been surrounded by Xuanhuang Qi and suppressed everything just now, their raging anger was doused with cold water, and they felt frustrated and stuck in their throats. For a moment, no one dared to immediately speak up and fight back.
However, Ye Fan's seemingly innate "trait" of attracting trouble wherever he goes suggests that his moment of peace is merely a brief respite before the storm.
Before the commotion caused by the Black Emperor's shouts had completely subsided, a cold, seemingly emotionless voice rang out clearly from the direction of the Yaoguang Holy Land's group, drowning out the noise:
" The Sacred Body's reputation is indeed well-deserved, having witnessed it today."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man dressed in the robes of a core disciple of the Yaoguang Holy Land slowly walking out.
His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as cold stars. Although he deliberately concealed his aura, the natural sense of oppression was far stronger and more solid than Zhao Hao's just now!
A faint, hazy holy light flowed across his body, a sign that he had entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm, begun to communicate with the Four Extremes of heaven and earth, and that his Dao power was beginning to manifest outwards!
"I am Li Yun from the Yaoguang Holy Land." He announced his name, his voice still icy, his gaze fixed on Ye Fan like a knife. "My cultivation is fortunate, only just entering the Four Extremes First Heaven. Seeing Fellow Daoist Ye's extraordinary skills, I am itching to test my strength. I wonder if you dare to cross a realm and have a match with me to see who is better?"
These words caused an uproar in the square!
The Four Extremes Secret Realm versus the Dao Palace Secret Realm?
This is no longer a friendly competition among peers, but a challenge that truly transcends a whole new level!
On the path of cultivation, the gap between each major realm is like a chasm, especially the transition from the Dao Palace to the Four Extremes, which is the key transformation for cultivators to truly begin to touch the "power of heaven and earth".
Li Yun's actions were tantamount to abandoning all dignity and bullying the weak!
"Is the Yaoguang Holy Land sore losers?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Didn't you hear him say he was 'itching to prove it' and 'trying it out'? He certainly knows how to put it nicely."
"Hehe, who doesn't know that Yaoguang suffered a huge loss in Licheng at the hands of Sacred Body Ye Fan and that black dog? They lost all face. Now that the real culprit is right in front of them, it's no wonder they can't hold back. I just didn't expect them to do it this way."
"I've heard of Li Yun. He's quite a formidable figure among the younger generation of Yaoguang. Although he's only just entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm, his combat strength shouldn't be underestimated. This time, Ye Fan, the Sacred Body, is probably in big trouble."
A buzz of discussion arose as everyone's gaze swept back and forth between the icy-faced Li Yun and the still calm Ye Fan, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense and subtle.
Upon seeing this, many other heirs from sacred families involuntarily frowned, their eyes flashing with undisguised disdain.
This is a grand gathering for the younger generation, where exchanges and demonstrations are meant to be conducted, emphasizing competition among peers and fair play.
Li Yun's act of using his Four Extremes cultivation to forcefully suppress Dao Palace Realm has already broken the unwritten rules and is truly despicable.
On the other side of the Yaoguang Holy Land, several elders who had accompanied him sat upright, their faces calm and composed, but inwardly they were filled with unease, fearing that Li Yun's transgression of the rules would offend Li Qingshan.
However, they also had their own calculations. This was a public event, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Yun couldn't possibly take Ye Fan's life. At most, he could only cause him some setbacks and hardships. Since that Eastern Exalt Li Qingshan had promised Ye Fan to come, he probably intended for his disciple to undergo more trials. As long as no one died, he shouldn't be easily angered by such a trivial matter as "sparring." If they could take this opportunity to thoroughly humiliate the Sacred Body, they could at least salvage some of the face that Yaoguang had lost in Licheng.
On the high platform, Li Qingshan's gaze swept calmly over the area where the people of Yaoguang Holy Land were located, taking in the thoughts of the elders.
A cold, amused thought crossed his mind, "It seems that my title as the leader of the ' Ye-Suffering Sect ' is already an open secret among these old fogies."
Unfortunately, this plan has likely failed.
His gaze was profound, as if it could pierce through the tense standoff below and see into the deeper Cause and Effect. "Although Ye Fan has not yet broken through the Four Extremes Barrier and his Sacred Body has not yet achieved minor perfection, with his current foundation and combat power, defeating an ordinary core disciple of a Sacred Land at the Four Extremes First Heaven is by no means difficult. This kid's path of cultivation has never been bound by common sense. To others, the early stages of the Secret Realm Method are strictly defined, and defeating enemies across realms is almost legendary, but for him, fighting against those of higher realms and crossing realms is commonplace. If Yaoguang thinks that he can easily control the situation based on this difference in realm, he will be disappointed."
Li Qingshan did not intend to stop Ye Fan from accepting the challenge.
Young eagles must eventually brave the storms; the path to true strength is never smooth.
Cross-border battles are certainly dangerous, but they are also an excellent whetstone for stimulating potential and tempering willpower.
Li Yun walked forward step by step, stepping onto the Void battle platform.
With each step he took, the hazy holy light around him became clearer and brighter, as if real, holy flames were quietly burning on his body.
A pressure distinct from that of the Dao Palace Secret Realm spread out, a natural sense of oppression resulting from the initial connection to the Four Extremes of heaven and earth and the induction of external Dao power to strengthen oneself.
Although it wasn't deliberately pushed to its limit, it already made some cultivators near the battle stage who were still at the Dao Palace Realm feel their blood and qi stagnate and their breathing become difficult, causing them to involuntarily retreat a little.
He stood on the stage, his gaze like a blade forged from millennia of ice, cold, sharp, and devoid of any emotion, piercing straight at Ye Fan below. He spoke again, his voice resolute:
"Fellow Daoist Ye, do you dare to accept the challenge?"
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