The Sacred Body Lineage is incredibly powerful.
Ye Tong, the first disciple, Youren the bloodline of the Solar Holy Emperor, one of the Great Sage of the human race. His cultivation level is comparable to that of the previous generation. When he was in his twenties, he dared to declare that he would fight in place of his master. His combat strength is worthy of the former young Saint Emperor!
But all the secret techniques passed down by Ye Fan.
If he is a Zi Mi, he is a Zi Mi, he is a Zi Mi, and even as a former Zi Mi, Ye Tong is deeply involved, and he is a master in various fields. To a certain extent, Ye Tong, a junior figure, has even surpassed his contemporaries by so much that he can fight against the enemies of Ye Fan's generation!
Similarly, the Sacred Body Yang Xi.
The young man with the same physique as Ye Fan, although the youngest, made rapid progress in his cultivation, almost catching up with several of his senior brothers. Perhaps due to the influence of his master, he was a fanatical fighter, leaving his infamous name on almost every ancient road he set foot on. At the same time, he was a troublesome figure for all the participants in the Flying Immortal Battlefield, who wanted to fight him as soon as they saw him. However, his Sacred Body was too strong, and he could almost sweep them all away.
Ye Fan's three disciples are now almost always stationed on the Flying Immortal Battlefield, with a group of followers. Their strength is so great that they can be considered heroes in their own right. The Flying Immortal Battlefield, a place where geniuses from all over the universe gather, is an extremely powerful force.
Of course, Hua Hua was the only exception.
"Breaking into a nunnery at night and being chased by Jin Chanzi!" Hua Hua looked wronged and cried to her master and mistress, "Don't believe those rumors! This world always has some despicable views on some outstanding people. Master, you are discerning; I must have been wronged!"
Ye Fan's expression changed. "Wrongfully accused?"
"Could it be that those people from the Western Desert have set their sights on you again? Perhaps even Jin Chanzi wants to stand up for them, and is therefore causing you trouble!"
Hua Hua nodded emphatically, gave a thumbs up, and swayed her large earlobes, saying, "That's right, it's that bald-headed nun from the Western Desert!"
"Do you still remember the Western Bodhisattva Jue Youqing? Ever since you conquered the Western Desert, Jue Youqing has believed that Mount Sumeru is no longer the Mount Sumeru it once was, and has been taken in by Jin Chanzi, who claims to be the true successor of Amitabha Buddha. Now he wants to attack your beloved disciple again!"
Ye Fan stopped talking and turned his gaze to Ye Tong and Yang Xi, who were suppressing their laughter. He immediately realized that this matter might not be so simple.
"We'll talk about it when we get back!" Ye Fan's eyes flashed with golden light, making him look quite eerie.
At the same time, almost everyone with extraordinary Divine Sense looked up at the distant sky.
Xiao Yan was slightly lost in thought. "That guy really came."
"It's him!!" Ye Tong's eyes shone with the brilliance of the sun, appearing extremely intense. At this moment, his blood was boiling, his body was glowing, and he wanted to rise up and fight.
Yang Xi's expression turned serious; even this battle fanatic couldn't help but calm down at this moment.
At the edge of the plain, a group of figures landed. The leader was imposing and tall, like a god or demon. He was surrounded by purple energy, and every step he took carried an aura that seemed to merge with heaven and earth, causing the entire plain to resonate with him.
For a moment, even the entire plain seemed to be suppressed.
"Who is this, so domineering, daring to suppress the entire area with Divine Sense and regard all of us as enemies!?" A pilgrim's face was pale, his aura was very agitated, and his original composure was gone, replaced by fear.
"The pinnacle of the Great Sage level, this aura is on par with Di Tian, Yin Tiande, and others!"
The god-like phantom gradually approached, as powerful as a dragon yet as undulating as water, appearing resolute and serene, possessing an invincible yet indifferent demeanor, somewhat similar to Ye Fan had calmly swept away all his opponents earlier.
"This is the Overlord!" Finally, Youren shouted out the name.
"I even thought there was a slight possibility that the intelligence was wrong, but I didn't expect you to actually stand before me. I'm even a little impressed with you." The Overlord stopped moving and stood calmly on the plain. His words were calm yet powerful, making people's hearts flutter.
Ye Fan looked at him, "Just because of the sins your ancestor committed three hundred years ago, I have every reason to kill you today!"
"Is that so!?" The Overlord sneered. With the enhancement of his magic power, this muffled groan was practically a Dao sound, deafeningly loud. A few cultivators whose cultivation levels were too far apart immediately bled from their mouths and noses, looking quite miserable.
A mighty Overlord, yet he is so looked down upon.
This surprised everyone, but when they considered Ye Fan's combat strength, everything made sense.
" Overlord, stop pretending to be all high and mighty. You were defeated by my master three hundred years ago and suffered merciless suppression. If it weren't for the intervention of some shameless Human Race Ancient Road, you would already be dead!"
"How dare you, a defeated opponent like you, challenge my master again? Today I will suppress you!" Yang Xi roared, his blood energy expanding and a golden ocean surging forth, instantly covering the Overlord.
Yang Xi soared into the sky and engaged in a fierce battle with the Overlord.
Both were physically powerful, their aura capable of shaking mountains and rivers, their blood energy surging forth.
Ultimately, it nearly shattered the entire plain.
"Won't Junior Brother be alright? After all, he's Overlord Overlord. Yang Xi is still more than ten years away from being as strong as Overlord." Ye Tong looked at Ye Fan beside him and respectfully asked, "Master, should I go and fight in Junior Brother's place?"
Hua Hua, standing nearby, also raised her hand and said, "Me too!"
Ye Fan shook his head, then suddenly looked in one direction from the crowd and said softly, "You have your own battlefield."
The two fellow disciples showed a strange expression.
Ye Fan looked into the crowd and whispered, "Fellow Daoists, you've been watching this battle for so long. Although you haven't shown any malice, your fighting spirit is quite evident. Aren't you going to come out and join the fray?!"
Xiao Yan and the others, who were spotted in the crowd at a glance, immediately showed surprise.
The Yao Lao blinked. " His Divine Sense is that sharp!? Could this guy have taken some kind of elixir?"
Xiao Yan was also completely confused. He had originally planned to go underwater, but Ye Fan had called him out.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the group walked to the center of the arena.
"As expected, he is a Quasi -Quasi-Emperor." Ye Fan was also somewhat surprised. He did not expect to actually catch such a big fish. The Yao Lao in front of him was almost unfathomable to him, and his power made Ye Fan feel a little apprehensive.
"At least three layers of heaven!" That was his assessment.
The area fell silent instantly, caught in a subtle awkward silence.
"We mean no harm," Xiao Yan stated first.
But just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he said, "But if I could fight, I would be more than happy to!"
Ye Fan was about to take a step.
Xiao Yan was speechless. "You've already reached the Quasi-Emperor level, who are you still bullying? I'll definitely come looking for you when I become Quasi-Emperor. Right now, I want to spar with your disciple and test some things!"
He called out Ye Tong's name!
The Solar Sacred Body!
Innate Sacred Flame Body!
What kind of battle will unfold between these two constitutions!?
Xiao Yan is really looking forward to it!
(End of this chapter)