Chapter 1303: Old Madman Reappears

With a single roar, mountains and rivers crumbled. The newcomer's aura swallowed tens of thousands of miles, cutting across the sky like a towering peak, suppressing the eight directions. Wielding the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, he was invincible wherever he went.

"Boom!" The Holy Spirit Ao Mang, known for having no rivals, did not meet the attack head-on this time. He flipped sideways, dodging the sharp edge, and stood in the distance with a look of shock.

At that moment, a powerful aura permeated the heavens. The newcomer's fist force was overwhelming, impossible for Ao Mang to fully evade by just flipping away. It was deafening, rumbling like a vast sea of stars falling from the sky.

This was a tall and majestic figure. When he wielded his fist, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and the Eight Directions, all trembled, shaking violently with his every punch!

Ao Mang was forced to retreat further, leaping out of the Great Moon Slope. His eyes showed deep shock. Who was this person, whose fist force was so overbearing? It was truly a power that overshadowed the world!

Everyone was stunned. The newcomer had forced back the Holy Spirit Ao Mang with just one punch, displaying a peerless divine might that captured the attention of the entire world.

Whether human cultivators, other races, or ancient beasts, all were wide-eyed with disbelief. One must remember, that was a Holy Spirit, proclaimed invincible in this era beneath the Quasi-Emperor realm!

Yet, with just one punch, the newcomer forced Ao Mang to retreat again and again!

On the other side, Mo Pu also turned pale. Part of his cultivation had been stripped away, causing him immense pain. In his haste, he disregarded his duel with Ye Fan, flying sideways to observe the person in the sky.

At this moment, the Great Moon Slope suddenly fell silent. The God-Demon Burial Ground was so quiet one could hear a needle drop.

This was a tall man, extraordinarily majestic in stature. His thick black hair cascaded over his chest and back, and his skin was bronzed, strong and powerful.

He stood like a towering mountain, stretched across like a deep ocean, his aura encompassing tens of thousands of miles, like a god surveying the vast earth.

"Senior!" Ye Fan exclaimed, his heart pounding with excitement.

The Crazy Old Man!

It was him! After several decades, to think they could meet again. Ye Fan was incredibly agitated; he had originally believed he would never see this person again in this lifetime.

Back then, during the battle in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, it had been an almost certain death situation. The Crazy Old Man faced a whole ship of ancient Saints alone, three of whom were Great Saints!

That battle was too tragic. He had embarked alone with a ship full of Ancestor Kings, and afterward, only fragments of the blood-stained purple-copper warship fell to the ground; nothing else was seen.

No one believed he could have survived. The most optimistic outcome was that he had sacrificed himself, taking a ship full of ancient kings with him as burial offerings.

Unseen for decades, Ye Fan never imagined he would reunite with the Crazy Old Man on the Sacred Void Ancient Road.

Years had passed, and the Crazy Old Man's demeanor surpassed his former self. Now, he was neither the white-haired elder nor the impetuous youth of the Ziwei battle, but appeared to be in his prime.

He was tall and imposing, his hair thick and black, his eyes deep and profound, standing like an ancient god, commanding awe without anger.

The Crazy Old Man nodded to Ye Fan, then his gaze returned to the retreating Holy Spirit Ao Mang, calm and composed.

The human heroes erupted in a clamor. At such a critical moment, for such a master to appear excited everyone immensely. This was a formidable figure who had forced even the invincible Holy Spirit to retreat, an absolute peerless cultivator.

"Who are you?!" On the ground, Mo Pu shouted, faint green wisps appearing on his stone-like face. Having part of his cultivation stripped away felt like ants gnawing at his heart.

In the distance, the Holy Spirit Ao Mang said in a deep voice, "Another human Guardian? At your level, you should be aware of the great turmoil in this starfield. Do you truly believe you can defy the heavens alone?"

He approached step by step. His title of "invincible beneath the Quasi-Emperor" was not self-proclaimed but a glorious reputation forged by the Holy Spirit race through countless battles throughout history.

The Crazy Old Man whispered something to Daoist Qing Huang. Outsiders could not hear it, as it was blocked in the sky. Daoist Qing Huang nodded.

Ye Fan was surprised. No wonder Daoist Qing Huang didn't take the green bronze cauldron just now. Did he know the Crazy Old Man was coming?

"Boom!" A violent tremor erupted from the ancient well! It was as if a colossal creature was crashing against it, attempting to break free. The sound shook people's minds, causing many to tremble.

Flames surged. Amidst the immortal mist and light, the elderly Holy Spirit of the Fire Race squinted his eyes, two brilliant divine rays shooting from the mist. He remained motionless, intensifying his efforts to dismantle the seal.

Ye Fan's heart grew heavy. This was a terrifying fire spirit, superior to Ao Mang, not inferior. If he also made a move, could the Crazy Old Man handle him?

One must know, these were Holy Spirits, symbols of invincibility, with few rivals in the world. Anyone who encountered them would be dumbfounded and terrified.

"Just a human, it's still not enough. In the same realm, my race is invincible, while humans are merely ants!" Mo Pu said with hatred. He fervently hoped the fire spirit would attack and kill the mysterious intruder who had dared to cut his cultivation.

"I refuse to believe that humans can defeat my Holy Spirit lineage," Ao Mang said coldly from the sky. His demeanor had completely transformed; one of his palms was wreathed in blood qi, having changed from stone to flesh.

"What?!" Everyone gasped. This was a terrifying metamorphosis. Only Holy Spirits who reached this domain were qualified to glimpse the Emperor's Path.

The Crazy Old Man nodded to Daoist Qing Huang, then unleashed the Sun Moon Mountains and Rivers, charging towards Ao Mang. Indeed, before his fist, all things in heaven and earth, the cosmic rivers, and various phenomena appeared simultaneously.

The great battle erupted!

This was a peak battle, unbelievably fast and terrifyingly intense. The two collided.

"My Holy Spirit lineage is invincible in the same realm!" Mo Pu shouted from the ground, green wisps appearing on his face as he clenched his fists.

At this moment, many felt conflicted. They hoped the Crazy Old Man was a legendary Quasi-Emperor, capable of crushing everything and suppressing the Holy Spirit rebellion with a mere lift of his hand. Yet, they also hoped he was a Great Saint who could slay Holy Spirits in the same realm, establishing a glorious reputation, completely shattering their confidence, and trampling on their pride.

"You... come here... and die!" Ye Fan stepped forward, saying to Mo Pu, "I'll blast you to pieces in the same realm!"

Mo Pu's expression was cold; he did not respond. He sat cross-legged before the fire spirit, requesting help to recover his cultivation. Otherwise, his entire life would be overshadowed by gloom.

"Boom!" The battle in the sky was incredibly fast. With just the first strike, the Crazy Old Man and Ao Mang engaged in a peak battle, a clash of life and death.

Six ancient cosmic cycles of reincarnation manifested, evolving all creation. Star rivers surged, and Vermilion Birds soared across the Nine Heavens. The Crazy Old Man's punch shook the past and illuminated the present. After he struck, ancient scripture chants even emerged.

A peerless strike, blood qi piercing the sun and moon. Heaven and Earth seemed to cycle through reincarnation, plunging into a terrifying scene.

Blood splattered. The Holy Spirit Ao Mang's right fist shattered. This was his strongest attack, transformed into a fist of flesh and blood, engraved within his fingers with the primordial laws of his creation.

Yet, it still couldn't withstand the essence of flesh and blood refined by the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, which had transformed into a 'Flesh Saint Fist'. It was instantly blasted apart by the Crazy Old Man's single strike.

Just as in the past, like during the battle in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, the Crazy Old Man's battles determined life and death in an instant.

He wielded the true essence of invincibility, pressing forward with the conviction that he was unsurpassed. He unleashed his strongest attack, deciding victory or defeat in an instant.

"Great Saint Realm!"

Everyone was stunned. The Crazy Old Man, using the power of the Great Saint Realm, had shattered the Holy Spirit Ao Mang's 'Flesh Saint Blood Essence'. How incredibly domineering was that? It was peerlessly astonishing.

This was a Holy Spirit, whose significance everyone knew, yet he was blasted apart by a single punch from a human in the same realm, shocking the entire world.

On the ground, Mo Pu let out a cry. Just moments ago, he had declared the Holy Spirit lineage invincible in the same rank, but now that myth had been shattered by a human's fist, as if a punch had landed directly on his face.

This human was too terrifying. How could he contend with a Holy Spirit in physical strength?

From ancient times until now, battles between humans and Holy Spirits were always won by cultivation and magical power. But now, someone had shattered their aura of invincibility precisely in their strongest domain.

"Ah..." Ao Mang was in immense pain. His right fist was severed at the wrist, gushing blood. The physical agony was nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of defeat that drove him mad.

"Kill!" he roared, activating all his Holy Spirit blood, fighting his opponent at any cost.

The Crazy Old Man stood tall and majestic, his bronzed physique shimmering with divine radiance. He strode forward, still delivering a simple yet domineering punch. This time, it was even grander, arriving with the divine might of the entire universe and all creation.

With a thunderous roar, a vast expanse unfolded. This was an invincible fist-will, sweeping everything before it, shattering all obstacles!

The Holy Spirit Ao Mang cried out, his entire body cracking. This punch shattered his arm and pierced through his chest, Holy Spirit blood splattering and staining the high heavens red.

This was an incredible scene, fixed in place, leaving many with dry throats and trembling hearts.

This was like a myth. Who could be so wild, to pierce through an invincible Holy Spirit with two punches, while both were in the Great Saint Realm? So strong, so domineering, so supreme!

"Ah..." Ao Mang let out a heart-wrenching scream. The feeling of defeat overshadowed his physical pain.

"Crack!" The Crazy Old Man shook his arm. The fist that had pierced the stone figure vibrated forcefully, causing the Holy Spirit to explode into four pieces, gushing blood.

Everyone was stunned. This majestic man was too powerful, almost unbelievable. Every single person was shocked to the extreme.

Only Ye Fan knew that this was how the Crazy Old Man fought. Although he had only thrown two punches, it didn't mean it was a simple duel. Each punch contained his invincible will, delivered with utmost solemnity, surpassing the impact of a thousand ordinary exchanges.

Suddenly, a roar echoed, carrying supreme majesty, sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, causing the ancient star itself to tremble.

The fire spirit sitting cross-legged at the well's mouth finally moved, rising into the sky, carrying monstrous flames capable of incinerating an entire world!

Immortal flames pulsed and leaped. He stood amidst the luminous mist, like a divine demon gazing down, radiating an oppressive aura that nearly forced many Saints to their knees.

This was a peerless being, even more powerful and terrifying than Ao Mang. As the mist partially dispersed, he revealed a pair of arms formed of flesh and blood.

This fire spirit's body, with its arms transformed into flesh and blood, surpassed Ao Mang!

The stone figure Ao Mang was only one step away from entering the Quasi-Emperor realm, but this Holy Spirit of the Fire Race was only a single thread away. Once he broke through that barrier, he would stand supreme, an invincible sovereign beneath the starry sky!

Unfortunately, he was still separated by that thin barrier. The Holy Spirit Cang Yan had not yet entered the Quasi-Emperor realm, remaining within the scope of a Great Saint.

Of course, at his level, he was almost divine, just a hair's breadth away from the Heaven-Reaching Path of an Emperor's Transformation.

The Holy Spirit Cang Yan of the Fire Race transformed into a ball of immortal fire and shot forward, instantly reassembling the shattered Ao Mang. Then, he chanted ancient scriptures, his Daoist chants shaking the world, as if traveling through time from ancient eras.

These chants possessed a peculiar and formidable power!

Ao Mang, barely reassembled and still alive, swallowed a divine pill. He stood there, swaying and extremely weak.

"What a powerful human. It makes one wonder if you are a Holy Spirit of my race who has developed flesh and blood," Cang Yan said, his eyes gleaming, his entire body radiating immortal divine splendor, as if he could break through his restraints and enter the Quasi-Emperor realm at any moment.

Wisps of immortal fire entwined around him. His entire being was as clear as divine glass, like a god descending upon the world. Just the fluctuations of his blood qi made Saints tremble. How could anyone fight him?!

Everyone knew that Holy Spirits were invincible, let alone one of this caliber! Once he broke through that barrier, he would be invincible throughout heaven and earth, and already he possessed such a terrifying presence.

The Crazy Old Man also radiated immortal divine light, unleashing incomparably potent power, for he was facing a peerless adversary.

At this moment, he revealed a wondrous sight.

His Five Secret Realms—Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremities, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Terrace—were all glowing, crystal clear and brilliant. Each secret realm clearly projected an immortal cocoon within it.

The crowd was shaken. This was somewhat unbelievable, far too mysterious.

However, everyone knew this was no ordinary Great Saint!