Chapter 1349: Fierce and Tragic

Chapter 1351: Tragic Battle

First under the starry sky!

The clash between these two invincible physiques now serves as a preview of that possibility. On the future Imperial Road, where corpses will pile up like mountains, this is destined to be an extremely crucial battle.

"Pfft!"

Blood flew three thousand feet high, streaking across the universe like a divine rainbow, vivid yet tragically beautiful. Golden and purple blood splattered as Ye Fan and the Hegemon fought like madmen, both battered and bruised, the battle incredibly brutal.

The Hegemon might boost his combat power, suppressing Ye Fan with his Saint King realm, but Ye Fan had also prepared for the worst. If that happened, he would use any means necessary to eliminate his fated nemesis.

"Rumble!"

The Hegemon's Fist was peerless; each swing carried the aura of the vast universe. Behind the Hegemon, a colossal phantom figure stood in the starry sky, looking down upon all living things. The sun, moon, and rivers of stars all revolved around this colossal figure, which resembled a god who had created heaven and earth!

Galaxies inverted, blood blossoms danced. The Hegemon's Fist, wielded to its utmost, could annihilate anything. Had Ye Fan not mastered the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, this battle would have been incredibly difficult, as the fighting spirit was too terrifying. The two moved with lightning speed, like two great stars repeatedly colliding, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and explosions of brilliant light that made the cosmos tremble and the starry sky dim.

Fists drew blood, bones shattered; it was a horrifying sight. The Sacred Body and the Hegemonic Body were tearing each other apart. The brutality of a battle at this level was shocking, terrifying everyone. In the dark universe, all the heroes felt a chill run through their bodies. This battle between the young supreme of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline and the Sacred Body was too brutal. It was a desperate, life-or-death struggle, a contest for supremacy.

The Sacred Body and the Hegemon were evenly matched, both drenched in blood. They fought until half their bodies were mangled, with exposed bone fragments, sending shivers down observers' spines. People were silent, comparing themselves to the fighters and feeling an immense gap. Looking across the ancient cosmic path, how many at this level could stand against these two? Everyone was terrified. Their hair stood on end, and goosebumps rose from fear and dread.

At this moment, only the Dragon Horse could make a sound, neither nervous nor afraid. It held two pieces of glossy, fragrant roasted ribs in its mouth. "'Hegemonic Body's blood and bone, rare in the world, truly precious!' it commented casually, then crunched down on a piece of meat, which shimmered with purple divine light—the essence of Hegemonic Blood within." Many among the heroes didn't know its origin. They were all stunned, finding this horse too formidable. Was it a horse or a wolf? How could it eat meat? This was a question in many minds, as regardless of how profound one's cultivation, some racial instincts should remain. "'I never eat greens; that's not my style. Unless it's an immortal elixir, only by eating large chunks of meat and drinking big bowls of wine can a hero's true nature be revealed,' the Dragon Horse boasted shamelessly." A group of people felt a bit dazed. While Ye Fan and the Hegemon fiercely contended, blood splattering, this side presented such an unconventional scene that it made people uncomfortable.

"Rumble!"

The Purple Qilin emanated divine brilliance, its body crystal clear and luminous. Each scale was like divine metal, translucent and gleaming, possessing the coldness and substantial feel of metal. It trampled the universe, like a purple torrent, sweeping through the starry sky, pressing forward with overwhelming power. With a single roar, all ten directions trembled! The Purple Qilin was as wild as its master, its battle aura soaring to the heavens. It surged forward, each leap covering a great distance, traversing the cosmos with immense radiance. It intended to kill the Dragon Horse!

In the main battle, the Hegemon's face was cold. He shifted positions, incredibly dominant, his thick long hair swirling wildly, his pupils like two sharp knives, almost driven to madness.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered. The Hegemon's body was in severe pain; his left shoulder could not evade Ye Fan's golden fist and was instantly pierced through. Purple blood spilled, and several pieces of translucent white bone broke off. Yet, he also used this opportunity to tear open Ye Fan's chest, ripping off a corner of his heart. Golden blood immediately surged out like a geyser.

The gory scene became even more shocking, chilling everyone to the bone and raising their hair. Both had suffered extremely severe injuries; anyone else would have long since perished. As the battle reached this point, what the two contended for was no longer just a simple victory or defeat. It was not only their personal lives and deaths but also the aspirations and glory of their ancestors. Two lineages vying for supremacy, who was weaker, who was stronger? After so many generations of conflict since ancient times, perhaps it was time for a conclusion.

The Hegemon would not be bound by rules, but within controllable limits, he preferred to personally kill his fated enemy at the same cultivation level. Only then could he prove that the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline was the strongest, number one under the starry sky! Furthermore, everyone knew that Great Emperors were invincible among their peers. Except for the Chaotic Ancient era, every Emperor fought their way to the peak through bloody battles, slaying numerous unparalleled enemies. The Hegemon naturally also had a personal complex: he wanted to test himself. Even in this golden age, he wanted to emerge victorious among his peers, slaying all enemies; otherwise, how could he achieve the Dao? Doing so was the most powerful proof that he could stand alongside the ancient Great Emperors in their youth!

"Ah..." the Hegemon roared. His heavy armor's metallic sheen had long since dulled, tattered and torn. His purple eyes gleamed with a sinister light, becoming even more dominant. Over the years, Ye Fan had fought countless battles, but this was the first time he had fought so brutally. His supposedly indestructible Sacred Body was battered and torn, golden blood flowing, fighting like a madman.

"'Taiyin turns for ten million years, blood-washing heaven and earth.' The Hegemon roared, forming a hand seal with his left hand, suddenly unleashing a secret technique from the Taiyin Immortal Scripture." This was an extremely soft divine seal, possessing terrifying power. It emanated from his fingertips, seemingly capable of melting the entire universe. Black mist pervaded, looking ethereal, yet nothing could obstruct it. Ye Fan blocked with his left hand, nearly being dissolved; his hand was bloody, with bones exposed. Then, brilliant light burst from his abdomen, chanting sounds emerged, drawing the power of Taiyin into the Taiji Immortal Diagram within his Wheel Sea, rapidly transforming and disintegrating it.

And in this attack, Ye Fan perceived a spiritual essence from the Hegemon. Beyond his invincible will, it also contained parts of his life experiences. It showed how terrifying the Hegemon was, having fused supreme secret techniques with his spiritual will, elevating them to a new level! "'That's right, he obtained the Taiyin Immortal Scripture on the ancient path. Fairy Qingshi also gained something from that scripture repository, but not as complete as his,' Ye Fan realized, his heart stirring. He had learned this situation."

"Boom!"

Overwhelming berserk power surged. The Hegemon's left hand wielded the Taiyin Divine Seal, representing extreme softness, while his right hand wielded the Hegemon's Fist, representing extreme hardness. The immense terror was boundless. Yin and Yang balanced. This time, it was even more terrifying. Centered on the ultimate Yang Hegemon's Fist, it unleashed sounds of howling gods and devils, manifesting figures that rapidly swept across the vast cosmic starry sky. Ye Fan let out a long roar. The Taiji Immortal Diagram within his body emerged and fused with him, turning him into a dragon-shaped curve. He fought using his Wheel Sea scripture. Of course, it also incorporated the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. Each strike resulted in fragments of flesh and blood, with golden and purple blood streaking across, making this part of the starry sky exceptionally vivid.

Through the Hegemon's Fist, Ye Fan perceived an ultimate, terrifying spiritual essence. This invincible fist technique had accompanied the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline from its beginning to its end. Slaying divine races, annihilating sacred spirits, inheriting the Dao lineage of Human Race Heavenly Venerates—all merged. The supreme beings of the Hegemonic Body lineage created this invincible fist intent. Even more, from this spiritual essence and will, Ye Fan could discern subtle aspects of the ancient home star where the Hegemonic race resided. That was a great terror! Absolute suppression, no other Dao lineage could thrive there. Only the descendants of Hegemonic Blood, only this clan, could cultivate there. It was a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more formidable than the Hegemonic Body burial ground in the fiftieth city of the Human Race. It was a suppression formed after one Hegemonic Body supreme being after another sat in meditation and passed away. It was their immortal land, but others' demonic realm. To this day, only the Hegemonic Body lineage persists there; almost no other Dao lineages are seen.

Through the spiritual essence and will, what shocked Ye Fan the most was seeing a blurred image: the Hegemonic Body was born under a Ginseng Fruit Tree. "'A Ginseng Fruit Tree... wasn't that supposed to belong to the Rongcheng clan? How did it end up on that ancient star!' He was deeply moved." Indeed, there were too many extraordinary individuals in this world. The young supreme of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline being born under an immortal elixir tree was truly an immense fortune. Afterward, Ye Fan saw another scene: a Purple Qilin taking the four or five-year-old Hegemonic Body into an ancient cave engraved with the character 'Hegemon,' and then disappearing.

"Boom!"

The Hegemon sensed Ye Fan's probing, as he, too, had touched upon parts of Ye Fan's experiences through the spiritual essence contained within his fist intent. Neither wished for their secrets to be pried into, so they instantly cut off their auras but continued to fight to the bitter end. "'The Hegemon wants to bloody kill the Sacred Body from the Buried Emperor Star to prove himself the strongest at the same level. This is the arrogance of a young supreme, and also an invincible belief. However, after failing to quickly defeat him, he has probably lost patience and will no longer suppress his cultivation realm,' said Emissary Zhao Gongyi with a grave expression." Yang Yunteng's heart sank, his face full of worry. The Hegemon was not a benevolent sort and would never restrain himself. He knew that the opponent could elevate his realm at any moment.

Streaks of purple mist overflowed and descended from the Hegemon's body, like purple rivers. The entire starfield was in turmoil, and his eyes became even more terrifying. Everyone realized that the young supreme of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline might be about to raise his cultivation realm, no longer adhering to the rules, and would utterly destroy his fated enemy. However, people found Ye Fan remarkably calm, showing no signs of unease, still fighting unhurriedly.

Suddenly, the sky shattered and the earth cracked, the galaxy trembled, and the entire cosmic starry sky shook as a ferocious aura boiled forth. The Hegemon became the sole entity between heaven and earth, encircled by galaxies. An even more colossal phantom appeared behind him, like a celestial god descending, gazing down at his fated enemy.

"'He's broken the seal; he's finally going to utterly destroy the Sacred Body.'"

"'That's right, the young supreme of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline has shown sufficient strength, no weaker than the Sacred Body. This is enough to prove his ultimate power.'"

It wasn't that he couldn't win; the previous combat achievements had proven everything, it was enough. Since they were fated enemies, he naturally could use any means. Suppressing the Sacred Body now, while they were evenly matched, and preventing him from growing, was the best choice.

"Roar..."

With a roar from the Hegemon, the starry sky collapsed. The colossal phantom behind him, like a resurrected god or devil, actually opened a pair of cold, indifferent eyes. Furthermore, a phantom of a Ginseng Fruit Tree appeared above his head, as if it were about to materialize. The Hegemon, without hesitation, lunged towards Ye Fan, wielding the power of this great universe, annihilating all enemies and obstacles. Such a wild and dominant fluctuation was terrifying!

However, the body opposite him suddenly dispersed, transforming into a wisp of clear qi that spread far away and vanished into the depths of the universe. The Hegemon's attack hit nothing, the cosmos collapsed, and he momentarily paused, staring coldly into the starry sky.

"'What happened? How did the Sacred Body from the Buried Emperor Star suddenly vanish?'" This was everyone's question, and then they were all dumbfounded.

In the depths of the universe, a blurred figure sat cross-legged, wisps of Dao traces surrounding him, as if an ancient emperor had been resurrected. He spoke calmly, but uttered only one word: "Fight!"

"'Was that just a Dao body of yours?'" A sinister light flickered in the Hegemon's pupils.

"'Indeed.'" In the depths of the universe, Ye Fan's true body sat cross-legged, speaking calmly, as if he were the embodiment of the Dao, his figure blurred and indistinct.

This... was too arrogant!

Everyone was stunned. To fight the Hegemon with just a Dao body—this was a direct blow to his boundless wildness and arrogance! The Sacred Body's true form had actually been observing the battle the whole time, not yet making a move.

As expected, the Hegemon roared softly, suppressing a surge of emotion. Within his eyes, suns and moons were destroyed, galaxies shattered, and he became even more terrifying.