Don't be surprised, you're really not that strong.
At this moment, Ye Fan was as powerful as a god, bathed in the dazzling radiance unique to his Sacred Body, shaking people's hearts as if proclaiming an inevitable event, even stirring the mind of a prodigy like Tuoba Mo.
"I'm not strong!?" Tuoba Mo shook his head and sneered, "If I had another three hundred years, I might catch up with you. The Heaven-Burning Battle Body couldn't have been defeated so easily. It must be because my cultivation is not high enough and my body refinement is not mature enough."
"Three hundred years? There aren't that many three hundred years in the human world. Defeat is defeat. No matter how many reasons you give, they're just a cover-up. They only make your words sound more weak and powerless!"
Ye Fan said calmly, "Don't even mention me. Whether it's the current Yaoguang, Yin Tiande, my good brother the Holy Prince, or my old friend Dao Yi, which of these imperial princes could you possibly defeat?!"
"Three hundred years later," Tuoba Mo braced himself for an answer, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Ye Fan.
His words pierced Tuoba Mo's Dao heart like sharp swords, leaving an indelible mark on his altar. "Three hundred years later? Three hundred years later, I can kill you with just a finger!"
hiss!
As Tuoba Mo's face grew pale and weak, gasps of cold air rose and fell across the plain.
"As expected of Senior Ye! I had only heard of his legendary strong and confident personality before, but now it seems he is even more so in person, possessing an invincible confidence that allows him to sweep away everything!"
"To crush the Brahma Battle Body with a single finger—who in the world can do that?!"
The enthusiastic cheers almost echoed across the entire plains of the Flying Immortal Battlefield. When one's faith is outstanding and powerful, one's followers will also gain an even stronger faith.
Ye Fan gazed at the group of geniuses, mostly born three hundred years later, and was slightly lost in thought. Suddenly, a sense of desolation welled up within him. Not to mention these friendly believers, even the enemies on the opposing side were all unfamiliar faces.
He felt a glimmer of hope for his old friends.
"I left the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi to the Heavenly Court. Now, three hundred years have passed, and all races, more or less, still chant my name. Perhaps the power of faith within them has reached an unimaginable level." Ye Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, realizing that he had unknowingly embarked on the path of Amitabha Buddha.
A Divine Sense suddenly swept over, revealing two divine rays, one bright and one purple!
The Divine Sense rippled outwards, and if it hadn't been controlled but instead swept across a wide area, it would have caused the current situation. The two divine lights scrutinized Ye Fan without any restraint, as if they wanted to see through his very essence, leaving no gaps.
"Hmph!" Ye Fan snorted coldly.
The unique blood energy of the Sacred Body surged forth like an overwhelming wave, instantly blocking everything.
Two figures appeared in the distance.
A Great Dao Treasure Bottle, imbued with chaotic energy, floats above a person's head!
The other person appeared as if a purple aura was rising from the east, walking through the purple mist, carrying a Purple Firmament Sword on his back, with an indifferent expression.
" Mo Wentian!"
" Yin Ming!"
These two are among the strongest young Supreme in the last three hundred years.
Having become disciples of some of the strongest individuals today, both Yaoguang and Yin Tiande have grown into leaders of their respective sects, reaching the pinnacle of both strength and prestige. In the years since Ye Fan's passing, they have been revered as the most respected figures!
These two dared to appear even after Tuoba Mo was suppressed, and they released strong hostility, even using their Divine Sense to examine Ye Fan. This was undoubtedly a declaration of war, putting them on the opposite side of Ye Fan.
"Your divine platform is indeed injured, as lifeless as Bitter Sea, as barren as a desert!" Mo Wentian said, the Great Dao Treasure Bottle above his head releasing chaotic energy to envelop him, consistent with his own cultivation technique, complementing each other to reach its peak.
Yin Ming said, "Let's fight!"
Another great battle was triggered. The three flew into the sky and fought in the heavens. Ye Fan was like a dragon fighting for his life. Every punch was accompanied by dazzling fist light, which stirred up terrifying light waves in the sky.
"How can someone move so fast without using magic?"
"Is it all physical strength!?"
Ye Fan once again traversed the Void, appearing like Gui Mei behind Yin Ming. His golden palm fell like an iron hammer, but fortunately, Yin Ming sensed it beforehand and managed to block it with the Purple Firmament Sword.
With a bang.
The Purple Firmament Sword, at the peak of the Great Sage level, was smashed and broken, leaving a large gap, which made Yin Ming feel a pang of heartache.
" Physical Body Tribulation reached that realm?!" After a brief exchange, Yin Ming suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He had also mastered the Nine Secrets: Qian Yin Tiande cultivated, and at this moment, he deduced some things.
"I thought it was your Sacred Body that allowed you to crush Tuoba Mo and suppress him with magic, but now it seems you were hiding your true strength, trying to lure us out. You might even be fishing, trying to draw out an even bigger fish!" Mo Wentian had no Nine Secrets: Qian Enigma and simply assumed that Ye Fan had one foot in the Quasi-Emperor realm.
Yin Ming hurriedly transmitted his divine sense, "His physical body has reached the Quasi-Emperor realm!"
Mo Wentian's face turned pale instantly, not only because he learned Ye Fan's true realm, but also because a blazing fist light had landed on his Great Dao Treasure Bottle at some point. The terrifying golden ocean almost instantly shattered the chaotic energy around the bottle, piercing in like an indestructible spear.
With a bang.
The Great Dao Treasure Bottle shattered into fragments, and the chaotic energy within dissipated into the world.
Mo Wentian almost roared in anger. His natal artifact was destroyed, and he suffered great losses. Moreover, the chaotic energy was the source of his various physiques, which he had painstakingly gathered together. A small part of his strength was hidden in this treasure bottle.
It's like we've lost an arm!
" The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art! Yaoguang really dares to spread this thing out. Does he really think he can act recklessly just because I'm not here?" Ye Fan said coldly. A golden ocean burst forth from his body, formed from blood energy. Under its catalysis, it could almost cleanse and baptize everything!
"No!" Mo Wentian roared, but he couldn't stop it.
He could only watch helplessly as Ye Fan Destruction everything, and for a moment his own source power dimmed.
Mo Wentian really wanted to curse.
My mental state collapsed instantly, and I fell into a state of depression, never to return to my peak.
"This palm strike not only destroyed Mo Wentian's natal weapon, but also his Dao heart. The suppression Ye Fan exerted on him in today's battle was too strong. I'm afraid that in the future, it will be a luxury to embark on the path of immortality, almost impossible." Xiao Yan looked at Mo Wentian falling from the sky and knew that this outstanding disciple of Yaoguang was doomed.
"Will there be another person? Will he surrender?!" Qian Renxue looked up at Yin Ming in the air. This young man holding the Purple Firmament Sword had an almost ethereal charm. He might be even more outstanding than Mo Wentian. She wondered if he would join the fray.
(End of this chapter)