Chapter 1061: Blasting the Heavenly Prince

Chapter 1062: Defeating the Son of Heaven

Vivid bloodstains, gleaming white bone fragments, and shattered weapons painted a horrific picture as they streaked across the sky.

The clash of arms and armor, the glint of cold steel on iron-clad warriors—battlefields have always been cruel. Bloodied heads flew, their eyes filled with an unwillingness and despair that no words could describe. Lives vanished one after another, human life cheaper than grass. The path paved with blood and bones was best exemplified in this battlefield. This was a rare and grand era, appearing once in a thousand years, with myriad races emerging, causing chaos across the heavens and earth. The rise of any race or individual could not be peaceful.

Since the start of the great battle, even Ye Fan had been wounded. Though no golden blood energy overflowed, it didn't mean he wasn't fighting with all his might. He exerted himself to the fullest, unleashing various profound techniques that integrated into the very fabric of the Dao. Along his path, blood and curses splattered as he pressed forward. Having reached this point, his eyes were already red with battle-frenzy; he advanced, bathed in a rain of blood. Ye Fan believed that some people must have already suspected his return. Even though his Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist and other phenomena were subtly integrated and not fully revealed, their nature could still offer clues. He refrained from revealing his true identity to avoid attracting more ancient race experts. The battle in the Sky-Severing Mountains years ago had earned him a world-shaking reputation, but it also made some ancient races hate him to the core.

"Boom!"

With a single punch, Ye Fan caused swathes of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals to explode. Malice surged, unwilling roars echoed through the heavens, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. His true body, residing within the stone embryo, was akin to wearing a sacred armor. It blocked the countless magical artifacts and weapons. Wherever he passed, mountains of corpses piled up and continuously fell. Even so, Ye Fan was already wounded. A half-saint wielding a sacred artifact launched a terrifying assault, piercing through the void and injuring him. Ye Fan didn't know how many he had killed. Battlefields were just that brutal; to emerge victorious, one's heart needed to be as hard as iron, devoid of pity or sympathy. The slightest hesitation could lead to one's own demise.

Fear welled up in the Son of Heaven's heart. The man opposite him showed no fear of death, charging like a demon god. His overwhelming aura, capable of swallowing mountains and rivers, was stifling him. "All of you, attack! Kill him!" the Son of Heaven roared. The Eight Divisions of Divine Generals fought fearlessly; seven or eight tenths had already fallen in this engagement. Yet, the survivors continued to charge, especially the half-saints wielding sacred artifacts.

Two black arrows hovered, protecting Ye Fan's head. Wielding a dark-golden spear with both hands, he swept through the enemy ranks, causing a torrent of blood to rain down and countless severed limbs and broken bodies to fall. At this point, Ye Fan could not retreat. Even though he was heavily wounded and surrounded, he continued to charge. He finally confronted another powerful half-saint who wielded a strange shield, imbued with sacred energy, heavier than a mountain. Although Ye Fan's blood energy was not as vigorous as before, he still rallied. His eyes shot out two torch-like beams of light. He thrust his spear forward with all his might, combining it with his phenomena to unleash his strongest strike, shattering the ancient shield.

"Ah..."

A scream echoed under the vast sky. The sharp spear tip pierced his chest, and the half-saint's body was torn into pieces, dying on the spot. Blood splattered everywhere, and despair filled his eyes.

On the other side, the Saint Prince was also fighting desperately, slaughtering in all directions like a tiger among sheep. His iron staff shattered the bones and snapped the tendons of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals. He strode forward, forcing his way through. Although his physical condition was not optimal, a surge of resolve inside him made his aura as imposing as a mountain, causing the Son of Heaven in the distance to involuntarily retreat.

"No time left," Ye Fan muttered to himself. Not an inch of time could be wasted. Ji Zi was risking his life to block the enemy, banishing Huang Xudao, Huo Lin'er, and others into the boundless void. Those individuals could return at any moment, potentially causing Ji Zi's form to collapse.

At this moment, Ye Fan's phenomena reappeared, each one indistinct, yet their power was utterly formidable and overbearing. They obliterated many of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals, leaving no trace of their bodies, carving out a clear path, creating an empty space ahead. "Kill!" Battle cries shook the heavens. The army, unafraid of death, rushed forward rapidly.

"Rise!"

With a roar, Ye Fan activated his phenomena, hurling the Saint Prince through the void, teleporting him right beside the Son of Heaven. "Saint Prince, what can you do to me? I've consumed divine liquid and am almost fully recovered! This time, watch how I kill you!" The Son of Heaven also became ferocious; with his life on the line, he had no choice but to go mad.

"Clang!"

The gleaming Immortal Sky Blade clashed with the dark great staff. The metallic reverberation spread throughout the entire world, nearly causing the souls of many spectators to leave their bodies. The two ancient princes began their peerless battle for supremacy. Ye Fan activated his phenomena and employed the "Movement" secret technique, moving with extreme speed as if time itself had stood still. He traveled through the void, rapidly closing in. However, at this moment, the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals were everywhere. Several half-saints desperately tried to intercept him. Although the "Movement" secret technique allowed one to travel to every corner of the world with ultimate speed, there were simply too many people. Wherever he appeared, a battle ensued. Several half-saints, staking everything, entangled their spirits with him in a relentless, life-or-death fighting style, clinging to him like shadows.

"Boom!"

In the distance, the void collapsed, and Huang Xudao broke free, transforming into an immortal phoenix that shattered the firmament. A flush appeared on Ji Zi's ordinary face, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He had sustained considerable injuries. Finally, someone had escaped his secret technique's world. At the same time, two other worlds shattered. Huo Xuzi and Huo Lin'er also surged forth successively, breaking out of the void and freeing themselves from the "mire."

"Hahaha..." The Son of Heaven laughed coldly, his killing intent surging. At this moment, he was full of confidence, shouting, "Nothing can be changed. You are powerless to turn the tide. All of you will die here!" Ji Zi's figure swayed, and he coughed up blood as he retreated. More people broke free, and the three ancient princes—Huang Xudao and others—pursued in Ye Fan's direction.

"Saint Prince, today I will first take your head, and then use them as sacrifices to the heavens. None of you will leave here alive!" A cruel smile played on the Son of Heaven's lips. The Sky Blade gleamed, slashing horizontally and vertically, tearing the heavens and earth into dozens of pieces. The universe ruptured. The blade light was peerless and unmatched. The Son of Heaven was full of confidence, unleashing his full combat power, becoming terrifyingly formidable.

"Rumble!"

Wang Teng rode a golden ancient war chariot, crushing the firmament. Wielding a golden sacred sword, he cleaved down at Ye Fan. The dazzling sword light illuminated eternity.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan turned around, shattering the sword light with a single spear thrust. With an attack from a distance, the dark-golden spear swept across the heavens and earth, carving out a path of immortal divine radiance.

"Pfft!"

Wang Teng vomited a large mouthful of blood, his body trembled and swayed, nearly falling off the golden ancient war chariot. He hastily retreated hundreds of feet away.

"Swoosh!"

A serpentine ray of light, terrifying enough to shatter the heavens and earth, came to pierce Ye Fan's back of the head. He dodged, and the attack missed. The human expert, whose identity was unknown, flashed away and disappeared into the distance. Huang Xudao, Huo Xuzi, and Huo Lin'er attacked, intending to entangle him again. Ji Zi, after spitting out a large mouthful of blood, pursued them but couldn't immediately stop all three.

"Haha!" The Son of Heaven's gaze became even more intimidating. He laughed coldly, sweeping his eyes over everyone, knowing that victory was within his grasp.

"Break!"

Ye Fan roared, desperately activating the "Movement" secret technique to its utmost limit. Boundless Dao patterns spread out from beneath his feet, instantly weaving towards the Son of Heaven.

"Whoosh!"

The two of them transformed into two streaks of light, flashing and disappearing from the battlefield. Ye Fan, at the cost of his cultivation, pushed this secret technique to its current limit. Not only did he almost transform into light himself, but he also enveloped the Son of Heaven and carried him away. "No!" many ancient races cried out.

Ye Fan and the Son of Heaven simultaneously appeared in the sky dozens of miles away, locked in a fierce battle. Ye Fan's essence, energy, and spirit surged to their utmost limits, his blood boiling with killing intent. The Son of Heaven roared, swinging the Immortal Sky Blade, its dazzling light soaring to the heavens. Yet, he was steadily pushed back, actually being suppressed and beaten. Ye Fan attacked with all his might, his spear nearly tearing open the Son of Heaven's scalp. If not for the sacred artifact protecting the Son of Heaven, this single strike would have ripped off his skull. A surge of resolve filled Ye Fan's heart. His speed grew faster and faster; after activating the "Movement" secret technique, his body almost transformed into a ray of light. He struck the Son of Heaven, causing his bones to crack continuously. The Son of Heaven repeatedly vomited blood and was knocked to the ground several times. In the distance, people were dumbfounded. The Son of God was truly miserable today, repeatedly beaten by the three princes, each more ferocious than the last.

"Kill!"

A distance of dozens of miles was nothing. The army of Eight Divisions of Divine Generals surged forward like a tide, while Huang Xudao and Huo Xuzi were as swift as lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"To True Sage City!" Ye Fan secretly transmitted a message to the Saint Prince, Ji Zi, the Black Sovereign, and others, because he sensed that a saint might be arriving. At this moment, Ye Fan's mastery of the "Movement" secret technique was divine. Dao patterns covered the ground beneath his feet, weaving into a brilliant light. This secret technique had now elevated to a marvelous state. Ye Fan conjured a formation platform, and, wrapped in the incredible light generated by the "Movement" secret technique, he carried the Son of Heaven through the domain gate, vanishing from the battlefield.

"What? This is bad!" All the ancient races panicked. No matter how many Eight Divisions of Divine Generals and half-saints there were, they were powerless to reverse the situation. How could they fight? The enemy had carried the Son of Heaven away, traversing vast distances. Heaven knew where they had gone. Simultaneously, the Saint Prince, Ji Zi, the Black Sovereign, and others all opened their own domain gates together, disappearing from that world.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, an ancient saintly might erupted, shattering the heavens and earth, but it failed to change any of this. Ye Fan had known during the battle that such a major event would likely attract formidable figures. At a critical moment, they might intervene and cause their efforts to fail. Now, by traversing the void and instantly fleeing far away, even a saint might not be able to track them immediately. Changing the battlefield could effectively allow them to eliminate the Son of Heaven.

During this process, the two also fiercely clashed, fighting to the death in the dark void, nearly tearing through the spatial passage. Ye Fan unfolded his phenomena, stabilizing everything and enveloping the Son of Heaven within them for a life-or-death battle. The Son of Heaven possessed the world's foremost bloodline constitution, a reputation not idly gained. He unleashed various lights to block the phenomena's attacks, several times nearly escaping into the boundless void. Finally, with a flash of light and shadow, they reappeared in the real world, in a mountain range outside True Sage City.

"Son of Heaven, let's see how you escape now!" Ye Fan put away his dark-golden spear and immediately unleashed the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. Golden blood energy surged, roaring as it engulfed everything in front of him.

"It truly is you!" The Son of Heaven was shocked and enraged, fighting back with all his might. However, he was already fearful from the bottom of his heart, clearly at a disadvantage.

"Pfft!"

Amidst the surging golden battle energy, the Son of Heaven's arm bones were almost shattered, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood, flying horizontally.

"Stay right here!" The Saint Prince appeared, stepping out of a domain gate. He happened to see the Son of Heaven flying sideways from the impact and swung his great iron staff down.

"Bang!"

The Son of Heaven shrieked, nearly being broken in half at the waist. His entire body convulsed. Another domain gate opened, and Ji Zi stepped out. Without a word, he unleashed a Great Stele-Shattering Hand, breaking an unknown number of the flying Son of Heaven's ribs and sending him back.

The Son of Heaven shrieked, his body covered in divine blood. Since his emergence, he had been victorious all the way, reigning over the Eastern Wasteland for years, looking down upon the world. Who dared to contend with him? Yet today, he was so terribly battered, successively beaten and bounced around by three masters, almost on the verge of being exploded.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan showed no restraint, his golden blood energy boiling. He swung his right leg in a sweeping kick, sending the Son of Heaven flying hundreds of feet away, with multiple bones broken throughout his body. In the next moment, the Black Sovereign, Ye Tong, and others rushed out of a domain gate. Upon witnessing this scene, they all let out a roar of excitement, each one eager to join the fray.

Ye Fan, the Saint Prince, and Ji Zi surrounded the Son of Heaven and subjected him to a brutal beating. With every strike, divine blood splattered, and screams rang out incessantly.