Chapter 1348: Contending for Supremacy

Chapter 1350: Contention for Hegemony

A long stream of golden blood shot up, scattering far and wide. Its dazzling divine brilliance was exceptionally striking in the dark cosmos.

Everyone's heart trembled. This was the unique blood of a Holy Body. Was this confrontation about to end? Was such a brutal outcome already determined?

It had happened like this tens of thousands of years ago, in this very starfield. Was the same tragedy about to unfold once more?

Ye Fan's body shook, and he almost fell from the Dragon-Horse's back into the cosmos. A dreadful wound appeared on his left ribs, torn open by a blood spear, deep enough to reveal bone.

"The Holy Body is about to fall!" Many people opened their Heavenly Eyes, staring intently at the scene, knowing that the outcome of life or death might be revealed in the next moment.

The two riders separated, each charging to one side. The wound on Ye Fan's left ribs was horrifying and, for a time, difficult to heal. A purple ripple was spreading, dissolving the essence of his blood within him.

This was not the end, but merely the beginning. Golden blood spurted from the wound once more, as the spiraling energy left by the Overlord raged.

"Are you... alright?" The Dragon-Horse was splattered with large amounts of golden blood. It felt a chill, shivered, and then looked back.

The Purple Kirin carried the Overlord, leaping forward. The aura of the man and his mount was terrifyingly powerful. Streaks of purple energy descended, engulfing the Overlord, as if a god had been resurrected.

"Is he truly fighting at the same level as us?" The Dragon-Horse was furious, sensing an overwhelmingly powerful fluctuation far exceeding that of a Saint.

Ye Fan said nothing, instead circulating the "Healer" secret art to heal his wounds, expelling and purifying the purple ripples. As wisps of purple mist dispersed, the wound finally healed.

"Kill!"

The Overlord let out a low roar, riding the Purple Kirin forward, intending to seize the opportunity to slay Ye Fan. Swirling purple mist and black metal armor enveloped him, making him appear mysterious and oppressive.

*Boom!*

Wielding his spear with immense divine might, the Overlord charged like a crashing star, generating destructive fluctuations. Wherever he passed, the void shattered, and chaotic mist appeared.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and he almost fell off the Purple Kirin's back. A burst of purple blood blossomed on his chest, incredibly vibrant, carrying a divine fluctuation.

"What? The Overlord is also injured!" Everyone was startled.

The Purple Kirin roared, stopping mid-air, its scales glowing all over. On its back, the young supreme from the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage had a wound on his chest, exposing pale bones, from which purple blood gushed.

This was caused by the tip of a spear, imbued with Ye Fan's spirit, energy, and essence, inflicting immense damage that the Overlord had merely suppressed.

At that moment, he had turned back to kill Ye Fan in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, his wound burst open, scattering purple Tyrant Blood.

The Dragon-Horse's heart skipped a beat. "Could he really be fighting at the same cultivation level as us?"

Everyone was astonished. The young supreme of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage had dominated the ancient starry road for decades and had never been injured in a single combat duel before. This was the first time.

It could be said that Ye Fan had set a precedent!

"Given the Overlord's current level of power, he naturally possesses his own majesty and pride. Only by fighting at the same cultivation level and suppressing his archenemy can he fully demonstrate his imperial demeanor, one destined to dominate the world."

People knew that these two were evenly matched, archenemies battling at the same cultivation level. It was truly difficult to say who was weaker or stronger. One was a young supreme on the ancient starry road, and the other was a Holy Body from the Burial Emperor Star; both were capable of being revered worldwide.

Blood flowed from the Overlord's chest, and streaks of golden light ravaged his body. With a resounding boom, his body emitted an immense purple radiance that shook the starry sky.

Ye Fan's expression changed for the first time, more so than during their previous exchange!

That was the "Healer" secret art—the complete "Healer" secret art! It could restore the Overlord's injuries to their peak state instantly.

"Divine... Immortal Art!" Many people exclaimed in shock.

In the Mythical Era, a Celestial Venerable created an immortal divine art, which later evolved into the "Healer" secret art. It was one of the rarest and most miraculous techniques, renowned for making one undying and inextinguishable.

As purple blood energy steamed, the Overlord's chest healed at a visible rate. Chants resonated from within his body, as if a god were blessing him and extending his life essence.

Ye Fan was deeply moved. How did the Overlord possess the "Healer" secret art? This was an ancient divine scripture from the Ziwei ancient starfield, of which he and Yin Tiande had each obtained half a page of the Phoenix Blood Red Gold Book.

*Boom!*

The Overlord recovered as before, casting a cold gaze. What kind of eyes were those, seen through his heavy armor? His purple pupils shone brightly, emitting electric flashes that made people tremble.

"In the Mythical Era, my ancestors slaughtered gods and executed the supreme beings among the Holy Spirits to obtain this secret art. From where did you learn half of it?" the young supreme of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage asked coldly.

Ye Fan raised his dark-gold spear, pointing it at the Overlord, offering no response. He urged the Dragon-Horse forward, launching an attack.

*Rumble!*

The spear tip seemed to tear through the cosmos, its sharpness fully revealed, emanating endless killing intent. The starry sky was greatly disturbed. From afar, people were aghast. Such combat power was simply not something a Saint could display.

Was he truly just a Saint? This was everyone's question. In the eyes of the various strong figures, this clearly demonstrated the power of someone who had entered the Saint King realm years ago.

The Overlord sneered, charging forward with his blood-colored battle spear in one hand. His left hand splayed open, nine ancient characters shining, forming an unparalleled cage to suppress Ye Fan—these were the supreme "Imperial Scripts" from the Dao Scripture.

In the vast cosmos, various lights danced, and faintly, it seemed as if a Great Emperor was chanting scriptures, sitting cross-legged in the depths of the universe, suppressing the mortal realm.

Ye Fan remained fearless. His long spear clashed with the battle spear. Simultaneously, he extended his left hand, and nine golden ancient characters shone, emitting a dazzling light.

These were the nine ancient characters from the Sun Immortal Scripture, personally taught by the Sun Holy Emperor's divine thought, of immeasurable value.

The nine ancient characters glowed, as brilliant as nine star rivers, stripping all color from everything. The universe instantly dimmed.

Spear tip met spear point. Both men almost simultaneously let go of their weapons, then each extended their right hand to suppress the other.

The aura of ancient Great Emperors permeated the air, and the chanting grew even more ethereal and mysterious. In Ye Fan's right hand appeared the nine ancient characters from the Dao Scripture, while in the Overlord's right hand appeared the nine ancient characters from the Lunar Immortal Scripture, exuding a biting chill.

Both men mastered eighteen characters each, and both had the same idea: to immediately unleash them and suppress the other's true body, never expecting their opponent to do the same.

The supreme secret characters from the Lunar, Sun, and Dao Immortal Scriptures, now controlled by them, collided, resulting in the most terrifying event. The sky was torn apart!

The encounter between the Sun and Lunar powers, in particular, was terrifying to the extreme, like the creation of heaven and earth. The birth of chaos and the cycle of life and death occurred in an instant.

Ye Fan and the Overlord's bodies simultaneously burst open. Golden blood spilled, purple blood splattered, and then they each retreated, nearly perishing together.

This was a tragic confrontation. Even the powerful Holy Body and the resilient Tyrant Body were left with half their bodies shattered, having been wounded in the torso by the combined force of the Lunar and Sun collision and the suppression of the Dao Scripture's nine characters.

From a distance, people's hearts pounded. What kind of scriptures did these two possess? It was clearly Imperial Script, and each of them possessed more than one ancient scripture.

Ye Fan's eyes grew even deeper, yet he remained calm. With his left hand, he manifested the nine ancient characters from the Dao Scripture for defense, while his right hand wielded the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!

This was unprecedented. In the past, he had always taken the offensive because no one could surpass his attack power. But now, in this life-and-death battle, he had to be careful and cautious.

The nine ancient characters from the Dao Scripture suppressed eternity, spanning the cosmos, protecting his body behind them. His right hand, transformed into a golden fist, was devastating, advancing relentlessly. Once the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist was unleashed, the sun and moon lost their light, and starfields paled; there was simply nothing that could stand against it.

The Overlord's expression changed, becoming solemn for the first time. Wisps of purple mist steamed from his body. His left hand bore the nine ancient characters from the Lunar Immortal Scripture, used to counter the Dao Scripture's nine characters. With his right hand, he formed a divine seal, manifesting a Tyrant Bell that boomed deafeningly, shattering the starry sky.

This sight was extremely terrifying, like a demon god destroying the world!

"Battle Saint Art..." Ye Fan's pupils contracted sharply. The Tyrant Body actually possessed this secret technique. This was his most relied-upon core skill; the majority of his divine arts were developed from this very method.

In the Mythical Era, this wondrous art had once been obtained by a supreme being of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage.

This was a fierce struggle, like needle point against wheat tip, or a dragon in the clouds meeting a dragon in the fog, each displaying their full knowledge in intense confrontation.

*Boom!*

The eighteen ancient characters exploded first, leaving both bleeding and wounded all over. Then, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist collided with the Tyrant Bell, making the battle even more ferocious.

The great bell tolled leisurely, as if from primordial antiquity. The golden fist passed through the bell's body, directly striking at the Overlord, colliding repeatedly with his purple blood energy.

*Pfft!*

Blood splattered between the two, resulting in another mutual injury. Both fell from their mounts, their bodies covered in wounds, constantly bleeding.

At this point, the two mounts were freed and charged at each other, engaging in their own fierce battle.

The Overlord's body was wreathed in blood energy. He activated the "Healer" secret art to heal his injuries instantly. Meanwhile, Ye Fan directly attacked the Overlord. In terms of healing speed, he certainly couldn't compare to his opponent, so he could only relentlessly attack, giving the Overlord no time to recover.

"This is not good. The Overlord has mastered the complete Divine Immortal Art; his recovery speed is half again as fast. Most likely, he will exhaust the Holy Body to death," said Zhao Gongyi, the emissary of the Fiftieth City of the Human Race, with a grim expression.

Yang Xi clenched her small fists, her big eyes blinking, biting her lip. "Uncle will definitely win! He's invincible!"

Yang Yunteng showed concern. The Overlord was immensely courageous, shaking the ancient starry road. He was significantly older than Ye Fan, having cultivated for decades longer, and was now a Saint King. If he no longer suppressed his cultivation realm, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Emissary Zhao Gongyi also furrowed his brow slightly. "The Overlord has always acted as he pleases, with utter disregard for consequences. No rules or restrictions can constrain him. Right now, he merely wants to prove that he can kill his archenemy even at the same cultivation level. If the battle drags on, it's not out of the question that he might immediately resort to ruthless measures."

"Kill!"

At this moment, the Overlord let out a low roar, his body radiating an ocean-like torrent of blood energy. Purple energy shook the cosmos. He was like a demon god breaking free from hell, shedding his shackles, terrifying beyond measure.

Ye Fan also let out a clear roar, no longer defending, but fully entering an offensive state. The two crashed together, locked in a life-and-death struggle.

*Boom!*

The two fought desperately, their offensive power shocking the mighty figures throughout the starry sky. Everyone was dumbfounded. Even Saint Kings felt a chill rise from their spines, retreating continuously.

Merely at the Saint realm, these two were capable of slaying Saint Kings one after another. How could this not be horrifying and hair-raising?!

The Overlord roared like a wild beast, fierce light blazing in his eyes. He unleashed the Tyrant Fist, a technique created by his lineage by drawing upon the cultivation methods of divine races, holy spirits, and Celestial Venerables, furiously attacking Ye Fan.

Ye Fan completely unleashed himself, fighting with wide, sweeping motions. Once the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist was unleashed, it charged forth relentlessly, every punch striking the Tyrant Blood. He continuously threw punches, as if rotating six ancient universes, opening up the cycle of reincarnation.

Their battle was too tragic. Golden fists and purple Tyrant Fists, each strike shattered heaven and earth. Their hands pierced through each other's bodies multiple times.

The Overlord's armor was shattered, his body nearly mangled, blood gushing like a torrent, yet he grew even more ferocious. His Tyrant Fist was peerless, his wondrous arts unparalleled, all lost techniques. He even forcibly tore off a piece of flesh, weighing two pounds, from Ye Fan's body.

*Pfft!*

He opened his mouth and bit down, directly devouring it. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, making one's hair stand on end, a chill running through their body. This was a savage god-demon.

*Crunch!*

In this exchange, Ye Fan once again pierced through the Overlord's body with the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, breaking his ribs. He, too, was ruthless, tearing off two of the Overlord's ribs along with a piece of flesh.

*Boom!*

He activated the Sun Immortal Scripture. Firelight danced between his palm and fingers. With a sizzling sound, he roasted the two ribs and flesh until they were glistening with oil, the purple blood evaporated, and the aroma of cooked meat filled the air.

Ye Fan flicked his hand, throwing the ribs to the Dragon-Horse in the other battlefield, letting it devour them.

The Overlord devoured the flesh, golden blood dripping between his pearly white teeth, looking extremely savage. His ribs were broken, two of them gone, but he didn't care; instead, he let out a chilling laugh.

"I think you're going to die," he said coldly.