Chapter 1146: Saint-level Showdown

Chapter 1147: Ancient Saint-Level Confrontation

Ye Fan charged, wanting to escape the Paradise Pure Land. This was the territory of a group of raiders, possessing immense combat power, and staying for too long would surely lead to heavy losses.

However, he was currently surrounded by seven Ancient Saint-level war machines, making the situation extremely grim. Encircled by these powerful entities, breaking through was incredibly difficult.

Crimson light gleamed like blood. The Half-Saint directly opposite him, piloting a super war machine, wielded a blood-colored sword several meters long. He brought it down in a vertical cleave, unleashing tens of thousands of Dao symbols that densely filled the sky, engulfing Ye Fan below.

Ye Fan blocked with the blue demonic blade, which, like a pool of clear autumn water, sparkled and emitted tens of thousands of meters of light. It surged forward like a vast sapphire ocean, intertwining with the tens of thousands of chains of divine order, creating a thunderous roar.

This was a fierce battle, with neither side holding back or showing mercy. It was a bloody fight for survival, a clash of life and death, intense and monumental.

No one else could assist; this was an Ancient Saint-level confrontation. The Saintly might was immense, tearing open the firmament as if the world was being created, scattering chaotic fragments—a truly terrifying sight!

"Ye Fan, if you turn back now, there's still a glimmer of hope; otherwise, you will be eliminated today!" shouted a valiant middle-aged man piloting a golden mech, whose offensive was the fiercest in directly confronting Ye Fan.

His only response was a strike from the blue demonic blade. Ye Fan's eyes were cold; at this point in the battle, there was nothing left to say except to fight to the death.

Above the golden mech's head appeared a large golden bell, several meters high, translucent golden, majestic and grand. It was carved with scenes of sun, moon, mountains, rivers, fish, insects, and beasts, making it truly magnificent.

It was a strange sight: an Ancient Saint mech topped with a massive golden bell, radiating Saintly might. It seemed somewhat out of place.

The great bell tolled softly, its vibrations reaching tens of thousands of miles. Golden ripples spread across the sky, expanding forward, shattering anything tangible in their path. The bell waves were terrifying.

This demonstrated a profound understanding of the Great Dao. This Half-Saint was not to be trifled with, and piloting such a mysterious Ancient Saint mech, he naturally maximized its power.

Ye Fan, wielding the blue demonic blade, slashed horizontally and vertically. He consecutively carved out hundreds of massive cross-shaped fissures, tearing apart dimensional space and swallowing all the golden bell wave ripples.

However, there were too many enemies, all of them the most powerful Ancient Saint mechs. He was struggling to cope; just as he blocked the bell waves, a green battle spear beside him shattered the firmament, diving down like a green dragon. It was hundreds of miles long and incomparably sharp!

It was an incredibly stunning spear strike. It unleashed the full oppressive power of the Great Dao, as if an ancient universe was descending. The green spear glow boomed, vast and boundless, overwhelming everything.

Ye Fan, with unparalleled bravery, wielded the blue demonic blade in defense. He slashed horizontally, cutting through the cosmic-like green Dao divine patterns as if he was creating the world and carving out a new one, dispersing the chaotic energy that filled the sky.

The blue blade and green spear clashed deafeningly, creating a blinding flash of light that ravaged the sky. It transformed into an abyss of destruction that would make even an Ancient Saint frown.

This was merely a split second of Ye Fan's battle, yet six other similar powerhouses surrounded him. Taken together, one can imagine the perilous situation he faced.

Ancient Saint-level confrontation!

None of them were true Saints, but piloting these mysterious war machines made them boundlessly terrifying. Reaching this realm, the battle was exceptionally fierce.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, his heart calm and undisturbed. He maintained a state of tranquility and composure to face any potential crisis.

His eyes blazed with divine light as he fixed on one of them.

Boom!

His aura suddenly surged, the undying precious blood within him boiling. His vital energy dyed the entire light blue mech golden, significantly boosting his combat power.

Ye Fan charged towards the mech that was already riddled with cracks, specifically targeting it, intending to eliminate it first amidst the encirclement of the powerhouses.

The light gold and light blue battle armor shimmered with flowing light, its slender mech body exuding a sense of fluidity. He was agile and swift, moving like a fleeting ray of light.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

After dozens of major collisions, he continued with his blade, slashing repeatedly, causing more cracks to appear on the mech until it was on the verge of shattering.

Inside this war machine, the Half-Saint from the Fan Clan was covered in blood-streaks, severely wounded. The external forces transmitting inside made him increasingly unable to sustain himself.

Ye Fan's golden vital energy grew even stronger, making the ancient armor almost entirely golden and dazzling. He fought with increasing ferocity.

"Capture and kill him! It's this golden blood we must obtain!" a middle-aged man inside a black Ancient Saint war machine coldly roared.

"Heh, it seems he's even more astonishing than we thought. This bloodline is likely the undying golden blood of the first few generations, not merely a dozen generations later. Its value is immeasurable!" said the person inside another silver-white mech, a mix of excitement and bloodlust in their tone.

Ye Fan felt the pressure suddenly intensify. Two of the mechs were not formidable and could be destroyed. However, the five-colored mechs (green, yellow, red, black, and white) that arrived later were extremely difficult to deal with, hard to damage, and together they emitted a divine light of the Five Elements.

"Kill!"

He roared, knowing he had to eliminate at least one Half-Saint to truly hurt them. Only the deterrence of death would keep them from acting too recklessly.

"Boom!"

A black mountain appeared. Ye Fan, now capable of unleashing Saintly might, executed the Mountain Embrace Seal!

The power of this technique at this moment was absolutely astonishing. The black mountain body filled the sky, as if it had traversed from ancient times, its might boundless, its dark aura surging!

He still aimed for the cracked mech. Everyone's expression changed, and they moved to assist, but they couldn't block all the Saintly runes filling the sky.

"Crack!"

The black mountain descended, sending the Ancient Saint mech in front stumbling, then flying sideways. Immediately after, the mech's arms, crossed in front to block the mountain, exploded.

"Bang," "Clang," "Hiss"...

At the same time, Ye Fan also suffered heavy blows. The other six attacked simultaneously, leaving terrifying gashes on his mech, almost splitting it open.

Ye Fan's expression was icy cold. He used the "Footwork of the Way" technique to avoid further heavy damage, then continued to unleash Six Dao Fists, determined to kill that person.

A deafening sound erupted. Ye Fan, controlling such a powerful war machine and wielding this fist intent with Saintly might, was truly a terrifying force!

He and the mech seemed to ignite, golden battle energy boiling as he continuously unleashed punches, relentlessly attacking forward.

"Crack!"

The sound of metal shattering into pieces rang out. Everyone was stunned. The Ancient Saint war machine in front had been shattered, completely destroyed.

Ye Fan struck again and again, first piercing through it, then reducing it to dust, with fragments of divine material scattering everywhere.

"Ah..."

The Half-Saint had already sensed danger and rushed out first, attempting to escape. But how could he be faster than Ye Fan's Six Dao Fists? He was blasted into a mist of blood, shattered bones flying, and then turned to ash.

"So powerful..." Those on the ground changed expressions.

"Five Elements Interconnected! Destroy him!"

The people inside the green, yellow, red, black, and white mechs roared simultaneously, their expressions solemn. Light flowed between them, as if they could borrow strength and co-exist. A terrifying aura permeated the area, making them many times stronger in an instant.

These were the Fan Clan's super Ancient Saint mechs, far surpassing ordinary war machines. They were incredibly precious, and even the powerful Paradise raiders possessed only a limited number of them.

The Fan Clan members were astonished. Only when faced with a major invading enemy or a grave threat to Paradise would the Five Elements co-exist and their five divine lights merge. To do so against a single individual was rare in a hundred years.

Fan Xian's expression was cold. She called upon the clan elders, then personally boarded a several-thousand-meter-long Saint Ship, ordering it to use its most powerful divine martial light against Ye Fan.

This colossal Saint Ship possessed boundless power. A single strike could destroy a planet. If it truly hit Ye Fan, there would be no chance of survival.

Ye Fan felt an intense sense of crisis. His pores dilated, and chilling energy surged into him.

He glanced quickly, his Source Heaven Eyes emitting two hundreds-of-miles-long beams of light. He saw the colossal vessel, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and a peerless divine light was about to erupt from it.

Ye Fan took a step, using the "Footwork of the Way" to instantly shift, traversing over a hundred miles. A destructive divine light pierced through his previous location, where chaotic fragments scattered and everything was annihilated.

The remaining six mechs pursued him, as fast as lightning, giving chase to Ye Fan.

The situation was dire. The gigantic Saint Ship remained in the distance, possessing unparalleled deterrent power, while the six Ancient Saint mechs attacked him at close range, putting him in a very passive position.

"Are the formation patterns of the ancient gods, used for alchemy and sealing the heavens, truly that formidable?" Ye Fan murmured to himself.

He had been too busy fending off attacks to summon the chessboard formation platform and hadn't tried it. He wasn't sure if he could use it to cross over.

The situation grew increasingly critical. He had no choice but to quickly activate this type of formation pattern.

With a rumble, a large crack appeared in the firmament, then was forced open, barely revealing a domain gate. However, it was extremely unstable!

"What? Where did this ascetic come from? His formation platform can actually pierce through the runes of ancient gods... This is..." Everyone was shocked.

Ye Fan was even more surprised than them. The chessboard formation pattern was highly unstable, threatening to collapse at any moment, yet this was a *defective* Emperor Pattern!

The ancient gods' formation patterns were also incomplete, yet truly terrifying!

Ye Fan turned and rushed in, vanishing into the domain gate, much to the shock and fury of many, but they were too late to stop him.

"Shoot him down, no matter the cost!" Fan Xian's beautiful eyes gleamed with icy, ruthless light. She prepared to use the most terrifying weapon to fire through the void domain gate.

"He's already gone in. This might not kill him. We should pursue him and obtain all the golden blood in his body; not a single drop must be wasted!" said the middle-aged man in the mech shimmering with green divine light, his voice cold and chilling.

The Five Element divine lights flashed as the green, yellow, red, black, and white war machines linked up and together plunged into the domain gate before it could close.

Since they had been entangled with Ye Fan just moments before, they were already close to the gate and could rush in immediately.

The sixth Ancient Saint mech also flew in without hesitation, beginning its pursuit of Ye Fan, intent on recovering the undying precious blood.

"This is our cultivated supreme human medicine; we absolutely cannot lose him!" some direct descendants of the Fan Clan echoed, loudly instructing.

Fan Xian, with her long, snow-white legs, stood poised and graceful, a chilling expression on her fair, exquisite face, like an unparalleled succubus. She said, "He won't escape far. That formation platform is incomplete; it cannot traverse the boundless universe. He's only entered this star field. Begin a quick scan, and we will pilot the Saint Ship to capture and kill him!"

Ye Fan appeared in the cold, dark universe. All around him was a deathly silence, vast and boundless emptiness everywhere.

In a single breath, this tranquility was shattered. Several super Saint-level mechs, flowing with Five Element divine light, appeared, followed by the sixth war machine, once again encircling him.

"Heh, you actually pursued me, living up to my expectations!" Ye Fan's teeth were stark white, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness and coldness. He was remarkably composed and calm.

After escaping the Paradise Pure Land, in this free cosmic void, he completely let loose, fearing no opponent.

"You're arrogant, but you are merely the human medicine we cultivated, ready for slaughter. I hope you're still this way when we extract your golden blood!" the middle-aged man in the red Ancient Saint mech said grimly.

"I can't wait! I'm eager to test your Saintly might with my own body!" Ye Fan's battle intent soared. He desperately wanted to keep all these mechs, making the Fan Clan ache with madness.