Chapter 1305: Human and Divine Contest

Chapter 306: The Contest Between Humans and the Divine

Mopu's expression turned grim upon hearing this. Shilang, who had arrived on this planet earlier, was dead, and Wugu had also been slain by Ye Fan. This was a disgrace to the Saint Spirit race.

His entire body surged with blood, every drop brilliant and crystalline, emitting immeasurable immortal light through his stony form and possessing an immortal divinity.

"Throughout history, humanity has been weak and insignificant. In past battles, you suffered more defeats than victories, even prostrating yourselves before us, forever etched on the monument of shame!" Mopu said chillingly.

He unearthed old wounds from the past—those most desolate eras when no human great emperors emerged. A single invincible Great Saint Spirit could rule an entire starfield, with humanity completely subjugated.

Humanity was weakened. In those times, they regarded Saint Spirits as gods, unable to resist, forced to prostrate themselves in awe and worship.

It was, one might say, a period of shame. The Dark Ages were an era humanity wished to forget and never confront. Their ancestors were enslaved and oppressed, and precisely in that era, no peerless, invincible human figures emerged.

"During humanity's decline, only a few mere clowns gained power. If we speak of the past, the strongest ancient ancestor among the Saint Spirits was slain by a Human Ancestor!" Ye Fan spoke indifferently. He advanced step by step, accumulating his full combat power. His entire body emitted dazzling golden light, like a war god descending to the world.

Chanting sounds began to emanate from within him, and wisps of Dao marks emerged like chains of golden divine order, spreading in all directions, making him appear even taller, more majestic, and awe-inspiring.

"All I know is that a single being from my Saint Spirit lineage could rule your entire race, and vast starfields would bow before us!" Mopu left the ancient well, his expression cold, mercilessly continuing to rub salt into humanity's past wounds.

"Is this the source of the Saint Spirit lineage's pride? You can only wallow in that meager glory, can't you? Why don't you mention the eras ruled by human Great Emperors? You don't dare, and you're too ashamed, aren't you? Any Saint Spirit that dared to cause trouble was slaughtered." By using the word "slaughtered," Ye Fan emphasized the Great Emperors' supreme majesty, likening their suppression of Saint Spirits to butchering chickens and dogs.

"That's because, in those eras... no perfected Saint Spirits emerged. Conversely, in your human history, the Dark Ages spanned a considerable period," Mopu said coldly.

"By your reasoning, during the Dark Ages of Saint Spirit rule... no human Great Emperors had emerged. If one had existed, they would have slaughtered all Saint Spirits—who would dare to cause trouble then!" Ye Fan scoffed.

Chanting sounds now emerged from both their bodies, their vital blood energy obscuring the sun. Their two forms stood like two ancient, towering peaks, emanating wisps of divine aura... incredibly powerful.

A great battle was imminent. Their verbal conflict was cold and confrontational. Their internal cultivation reached its limit as they prepared earth-shattering attacks.

This battle was unavoidable!

It was no longer merely a personal battle; it had taken on another layer of meaning. The question of which was stronger, humanity or the Saint Spirit lineage, would be revealed in this fight.

The Saint Spirit race was arrogant, always self-important, looking down on the world, believing themselves invincible. And their past battle records against humanity indeed corroborated their glory.

Yet such humiliation of humanity filled everyone with indignation. And recalling those dark ages made them even more furious.

Mopu repeatedly brought up these points, humiliating humanity and reopening old wounds, making everyone long to fight him personally, to shatter him, bathe in his blood, and inscribe their glory through battle.

This was a battle for Ye Fan and Mopu to establish their respective invincible beliefs. It also concerned two great races! Countless cultivators watched, and in a sense, their victory or defeat would influence the beliefs of many.

By now, there were signs of a struggle for racial destiny. From the old madman to Ye Fan, they had successively confronted Saint Spirits. Victory or defeat was of immense importance, potentially shaking the beliefs of both races.

This would be a battle to determine which was stronger, the Saint Spirits or humanity. It might even shake many things!

"Roar..."

Mopu suddenly let out a roar. His stony body became almost translucent, his vital blood energy surged sky-high, radiating brilliant light as an immortal power permeated the air.

His roar instantly shattered the Ghost-God Burial Ground. The ice mountains turned to dust, the black underworld river evaporated, and ancient corpses vanished.

Many people in the battlefield were affected, particularly powerful individuals who were closer suffered devastating impacts. Dozens on the scene disintegrated, turning into blood mist.

Furthermore, some Saints were severely wounded, almost roared to death. Several of them were torn apart, struggling to reassemble their bodies as they retreated.

"Howl..." A grey wolf, a Saint for many years, had its bones broken and tendons snapped. It was too close and was shattered into a bloody mist by the Stone Man's roar. Although it reassembled, under the continuous impact, it ultimately met a tragic end, bleeding to death.

Ye Fan let out a low cry, swinging his fist, radiating immortal divine light. Like a celestial god looking down upon the vast land, he struck forward with full force.

This was his full-strength strike. The golden blood within him thundered, surging violently, emitting sounds like a raging tsunami, making heaven and earth tremble.

The Human Sacred Body glowed, as if clusters of immortal flames were burning, engulfing him. He appeared terrifyingly mighty, with divine power unmatched.

Ye Fan transformed into a golden deity, standing amidst endless divine light. This punch carried the momentum of heaven and earth, as if channeling the power of the entire universe forward!

Blinding light erupted from Mopu's body. Everyone closed their eyes, unable to look directly. The Grand Dao boomed. True Dragons and Immortal Phoenixes resonated, surprisingly circling around him.

This was proof of Heaven's protection. The most primordial laws of heaven and earth were within him, placed there during his gestation, and now activated to slay his enemy.

This was the source of the Saint Spirit lineage's invincibility!

Both understood the significance of this battle; they could only win, not lose. Therefore, they both pushed their combat power to the extreme limit.

An earth-shattering sound erupted as their two fists collided. A massive amount of divine light exploded, blinding many, who wept tears of blood.

This was an earth-shaking grand confrontation, which should have been a clash of hundreds or thousands of moves, yet was completed in a single, unparalleled punch, terrifying to the extreme!

Blood splattered, immeasurable light surged, accompanied by a strong smell of blood. This was the blood of an invincible Saint, spilled. The very first strike yielded a result.

Saint's blood fell like rain, splattering onto the ground, piercing the barren earth, revealing the brutality of this battle.

Amidst the immeasurable light, one figure stood unmoving, while the other flew out amidst dazzling light, carrying large sprays of blood.

Everyone was extremely tense. Whether human or other races like the Stone Man Lunduo, their hearts were in their throats, filled with anxiety as they closely watched the battle.

"It's... Ye Fan, flying out amidst the blood rain!"

Humanity's hearts instantly grew cold. The powerful ancient Saints assisting humanity also felt a shadow of despair. "Are Saint Spirits truly unshakeable?" This filled them with frustration and hopelessness.

Just now, the Stone Man Mopu had humiliated them so. If he were to win, how could they possibly face it? All of humanity would likely be enraged and consumed by overwhelming hatred.

"The Sacred Body from Burial Star... has fallen." People clenched their fists, filled with indignation. A cold smile played on the Stone Man Lunduo's lips. He had paused his battle with the envoy from Humanity's Tenth City and the Tyrant Dragon Tuolan. He watched the battlefield, utterly ruthless.

Ye Fan burst out, covered in large patches of blood, especially his fist, which was dripping. The blood glowed brilliantly, and in some starfields, it was called divine blood.

"This... isn't his own blood! He's bathed in divine blood as he emerged!" Someone cried out.

This was like the sound of heaven, stirring countless waves. Everyone looked at the terrifying golden fist; it was not shattered, but stained with someone else's blood.

The crowd erupted in an uproar, like a flood bursting forth. The Ghost-God Burial Ground became chaotic, and the Great Moon Slope was in disarray.

Ye Fan had not been blasted away by the Stone Man Mopu. Instead, during their confrontation, his punch, infused with all his power, had shattered the Saint Spirit's right hand, and he had surged forward.

"I knew it! The Sacred Body from Burial Star, unseen for a hundred thousand years, how could it possibly lose..." At this moment, even the envoy from Humanity's Tenth City was greatly excited, shouting loudly and expressing his opinion.

"Our human race has won! The myth of the Saint Spirits' invincibility has been shattered today! They've been defeated again and again; they're nothing!" Many people cried out.

The impact of this battle was immediate. Many felt their confidence swell. The gloom in their hearts seemed to be swept away instantly, replaced by a powerful and invincible conviction.

From the old madman to Ye Fan, their battles against Saint Spirits had been overwhelming, making everyone present feel their battle blood boil, as if they possessed immeasurable divine power.

"It's not over yet!" As the various mists and divine lights dissipated, Mopu's right fist in the battlefield was bloody, his entire arm deformed and riddled with cracks.

His expression was cold, possessing an indescribable aura. He swept his gaze over everyone like a demon god, then fixed his stare back on Ye Fan.

"This battle has not yet ended!"

He roared up at the sky. His stony hair stood on end like individual strands; each strand resembled a galaxy, emitting dazzling light, piercing towards the firmament.

Then, roaring, his entire body glowed. Ancient symbols manifested on his body, appearing in the void. These were the primordial Dao-origin imprints nurtured by heaven and earth.

"Born of heaven and nurtured by earth, even the High Heavens bestow blessings upon me! What can you do to me? Saint Spirits are invincible!"

His right fist was repaired with crackling sounds. Then, he brandished ancient symbols filling the sky, charging towards Ye Fan. The entire firmament seemed to fall, the Saint Spirit's aura unmatched!

The grand cosmos trembled, emitting rumbles of the Great Dao. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths seemed to merge with him. Countless Dao laws intensified. Stone Man Mopu, protected by Heaven's blessings, radiated endless light.

Unstoppable, at this moment he seemed to have become the representative of heaven and earth, pressing forward relentlessly, charging into battle. Ye Fan stood on the ground, his battle attire stained with divine blood, glowing brilliantly. His gaze was profound, his expression indifferent, raising his infinite potential, unleashing peerless combat power!

Then, he wielded the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, extremely direct, boundlessly domineering, vital blood energy surging, proclaiming his sole supremacy!

His lean, muscular body stood beneath the firmament, like a celestial god looking down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, supreme within this world.

"Boom!"

Light engulfed the eight directions. The most terrifying strike erupted as the two collided!

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