Chapter 1347: The Showdown

The Hegemon has arrived; this day has finally come!

The Sacred Body was set to confront the Hegemon, a confrontation that had been the subject of intense discussion and anticipation among everyone along the entire Star Road for days.

One hails from the Emperor Burial Planet, a place shrouded in countless secrets, serving as the resting ground for ancient Great Emperors and the starting point of the Path to Immortality.

The other comes from their own home planet, a bloodline that forged an invincible reputation in the mythological era, enduring through countless ages and thriving to this day, standing proudly above the cosmos.

The Hegemon instantly leveled his spear, resembling a god or demon descended from the celestial realm. Clad in black metallic divine armor that covered him from head to toe, he was shrouded in mystery and exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

In his hand, he held an ancient battle spear, as crimson as blood, radiating a monstrous killing intent as if it had guzzled the blood of billions of beings. Its chilling aura made even saints tremble.

From the Fiftieth Human City, many powerful cultivators surged out, entering the dark cosmos. Feeling this immense power and the chilling aura, their bodies grew cold, almost trembling.

"Just how strong is the Hegemon? No one truly knows!"

His combat power was unfathomable; for so many years, no one had ever forced him to unleash his full strength. He was like an unconquerable deity, his formidable reputation weighing heavily on people's minds.

A lone figure on a steed stood there; with a single roar, this expanse of the starry sky trembled. The Fiftieth Human City glowed, its protective formation activating for automatic defense.

The powerful cultivators who had ventured into the cosmos initially managed to stand their ground, but eventually, they all involuntarily retreated. The peerless killing intent intensified, sweeping over them so powerfully that many felt an intense chill to their very bones.

Bone-chilling, with boundless killing intent!

Many trembled, retreating involuntarily, barely able to believe it. Even from such a distance, they couldn't withstand the Hegemon's killing intent.

Everyone wondered how they could possibly fight if they were to face him; they might be torn apart by the Hegemon's aura before even making a move, unable to get close.

From the Fiftieth Human City, a surge of golden vital energy rose like a heaven-supporting pillar, piercing through the cosmic sky, vast and surging, causing the starry sky in all ten directions to collapse.

A tall, powerful figure appeared, with disheveled black hair and deep eyes, roaring, shaking the starry sky!

A Dragon Horse, enveloped in fire, trod through the vast sky. Its hooves fell like the rhythmic beating of divine drums, emanating wild power waves that were deafening.

The figure sat astride the Dragon Horse, soaring skyward to the starry expanse. Starlight cascaded down in thousands of shimmering threads, like silver waterfalls, adorning him like a supreme being arriving from another realm for conquest.

The figure and steed were incredibly fast, appearing in the cosmos far from the Fiftieth Human City. It was Ye Fan and the Dragon Horse.

His entire body pulsed with boiling golden blood, radiating a peerless battle intent. At this moment, he exuded a might capable of devouring mountains and rivers, confronting the Hegemon like an ancient god resurrected.

"You've come... come here and die," the Hegemon said coldly from across the void. He was entirely clad in cold, black metallic battle armor, radiating a power so oppressive it felt suffocating.

Only a few icy words, yet they sent shivers down spines, like an ethereal pronouncement from hell sealing a person's fate. He was utterly confident and dominant.

"Who do you think you are? Merely a Hegemonic Body; what does that amount to?" Ye Fan responded indifferently, calm and composed, sitting unmoving atop the Dragon Horse.

"Merely a Hegemonic Body"... who would dare utter such words? One must know that the formidable combatants of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline are supreme beings among the younger generation!

Under the starry sky, many cultivators were startled, sensing Ye Fan's confident and restrained sharpness, which was compelling even in his stillness, like a coiled dragon ready to unleash its power.

Each of them had survived a hundred battles to become a saint, a combat prodigy, a peak existence in their respective star domains. Yet now, on this ancient path, they found it hard to be so confident; even observing the battle required extreme caution.

"You're not good enough; one hand is enough to suppress you!" the Hegemon declared, seated atop his Purple Qilin. Gazing from across the infinitely distant starry sky, his eyes were like two demonic lights, piercing through the darkness and oppressing people's souls.

And at that very moment, a powerful aura, like an ocean bursting its banks or a galaxy exploding, surged rapidly, tearing the starry sky apart and rushing directly towards everyone in that direction.

"So strong..." the Dragon Horse murmured. Even with its flamboyant and unruly temperament, it now hesitated, its large, bell-like eyes widening considerably.

Golden essence energy streamed from Ye Fan's pores, cascading down, blocking that aura and restoring calm to the immediate area.

Meanwhile, the many cultivators further away could not block it. Each one turned pale, stumbled, and was filled with terror, their faces bearing expressions like those seeing a vengeful ghost, as they retreated continuously.

Peerless killing intent surged, causing cracks to appear in the starry sky. This was a true deterrent; the mere aura the Hegemon emitted made enemies tremble. How powerful would he be in an actual confrontation?

"Nothing more than this. If we fought in the same realm, I'd pluck your head like pulling weeds," Ye Fan declared, with a chilling calmness, directly countering.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. This was impossible; the Hegemon's strength was exceedingly rare throughout ancient and modern times. "Unrivaled among peers, who dares contend?" was a perfect description of him.

Only in this Golden Age could there barely be any rivals. Otherwise, if such a figure appeared, all contemporaries would only live in his shadow, utterly unrivaled.

"Haha..." The Hegemon laughed loudly, wildly and coldly, exuding an air of "who else but me in this world?", lofty and disdainful of everything.

Beneath him, the purple Qilin raised its head and let out a long neigh, its mental power shaking the cosmos and making observers feel as though their heads would split, almost explode.

This was a Qilin descendant of noble blood, rare since ancient times, making people suspect it was a true immortal Qilin's cub that had matured after being left in the mortal world.

Its body was dazzlingly purple, crystal clear, radiating the aura of a supreme beast. It strode forward with its head held high, shattering the cosmos, utterly ferocious.

The heroes' expressions changed, and some lamented in their hearts that this was merely a mount, yet it far surpassed them, utterly incomparable.

"This is clearly an egg laid by an Immortal Qilin in the mortal realm, growing to this extent after hatching!" some exclaimed in awe, their hearts shaken and filled with envy.

The Purple Qilin roared, its entire body glowing with intense purple light. The aura of a supreme beast made everyone's legs tremble, causing them to involuntarily retreat, dread filling their hearts, their bodies turning icy cold.

The Dragon Horse neighed loudly, its sound splitting the heavens. It didn't sound like a horse at all, but clearly like a true dragon chanting, startling the Nine Heavens!

"What?!"

Everyone was startled. They hadn't expected this horse to also emit the aura of a supreme beast at this moment; although its realm wasn't terrifyingly high, its potential was fully revealed.

"This is... a Dragon Horse, the legendary Imperial mount!" the heroes exclaimed, unable to believe it, stunned that this horse was also so heaven-defying.

On normal days, the Dragon Horse intentionally concealed itself, appearing no different from an ordinary horse spirit. Only now did it reveal itself, proving how extraordinary it truly was.

Its entire body shimmered with crimson glow, as if forged from phoenix blood-red gold, exuding an otherworldly, immortal aura. Flames surged from its hooves, as if it were about to ascend to immortality.

"Kill!"

The Hegemon let out a roar, his aura capable of devouring mountains and rivers. The starry sky trembled as he and his steed charged forward, utterly terrifying, like a colossal demonic star hurtling to collide.

Ye Fan let out a shout, his entire body radiating golden light and ethereal immortal mist. His vital energy swept across all directions, vast and overwhelming!

At this moment, he activated the "Soldier" secret art, attacking the Hegemon by treating the figure and steed as a single weapon, manipulating it with full power to kill, leaving no quarter.

Clang, clang...

Sparks flew from the Hegemon's black metallic divine armor as if struck by a hundred thousand heavenly swords. He was enduring unparalleled attacks, making a clanging sound.

Around him, the firmament collapsed, and the dark cosmos ripped apart. That area became a desolate ruin, with even chaotic mist being churned out.

Yet, facing Ye Fan's peerless assault, the Hegemon was unharmed. He and the Purple Qilin halted, remaining perfectly still in the void, with only resonant metallic vibrations emanating.

Buzz-boom!

This section of the starry sky exploded, collapsing.

Everyone turned pale with fright, amazed by Ye Fan's invisible killing methods, and shocked by the Hegemon's divine courage and invincibility; he could actually be as unshakable as a bedrock.

Ye Fan's pupils constricted. This was the first time the "Soldier" secret art had failed, unable to shake the young supreme being of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline. This was truly an extremely formidable foe!

"He has reached the Saint King realm; there's truly no way now..." the Dragon Horse murmured, its heart trembling. Facing such an opponent, anyone would waver.

Being supreme among peers, with a realm far higher than his opponent's, this would be a battle without suspense. Not to mention now, even in ancient times, it would be hard to find a match.

"Nine Secrets, you actually have them too! But they will belong to me exclusively. Thank you for this fortune!" The Hegemon, his advance halted, showed no anger or surprise, but rather an expression of arrogance.

Ye Fan's gaze turned cold, his mind racing. The Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline being the Sacred Body's sworn enemy indeed made sense; they truly had the capital to be supreme among their peers.

In the distance, people's hearts trembled. Ye Fan possessed the Nine Secrets, and from the Hegemon's tone, it implied he too mastered them, otherwise why would he use the word "too"?

Ye Fan's black hair fluttered, his eyes sharp, his battle intent soaring without a trace of fear. Holding a black spear, he pointed it forward.

"Even in the same realm, I'd still kill you without fail. I'll give you a chance: come and fight, so you can die with some dignity," the Hegemon said, his eyes radiating chilling light as he looked down on all the heroes.

Such dominance, arrogance, and wildness—only he would dare to speak and act this way, utterly disregarding all heroes in the world.

"I'll pluck your head and send you on your way," Ye Fan said.

"Boom!"

The Hegemon's divine might surged to the heavens, radiating an egocentric arrogance as he looked down on all heroes. Holding the crimson battle spear in one hand, he pointed it at Ye Fan and charged straight forward.

The Purple Qilin roared, the firmament shattered by its hooves. Although it was just one figure and one steed, they resembled a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descending, their killing intent overwhelming!

"Kill!"

Ye Fan let out a great roar, urging the Dragon Horse forward. His body radiated intense golden light, as if burning fiercely, and the black spear in his hand shot forth a dazzling edge, shattering the starry sky.

This was a peerless confrontation. The crimson spear and the long spear in their hands clashed, their sharp edges meeting directly—spearhead piercing spear tip. In such an ultimate decisive battle, to be able to stab at each other like this was almost unbelievable; more likely, they would have passed right through each other, staining the sky with blood.

"Boom!"

The vast cosmos trembled, divine light surged between the two, and killing intent soared to the heavens, sweeping across all directions. Chaotic energy permeated the air, and their battle intent pierced through the cosmic sky.

This was a great catastrophe. The heroes felt a chill from head to toe, each one horrified. Such a realm, such combat power—how many tens of thousands of years would it take to witness such a thing?

Such young supreme beings could only meet in such a Golden Age. Though their brilliance was dazzling, it was also a tragedy, for only one could survive.

"Clang," "Clang"...

Metal vibrated as the black spear and the crimson battle spear collided tens of thousands of times in an instant. Astonishingly, each clash was spearhead against spear tip, so fast that everyone couldn't react, unable to keep up with such abnormal speed!

Boom!

The two figures crossed paths, their steeds thundering through the sky, rushing to opposite sides. But one figure reeled violently, and a long spray of blood bloomed in the air!