Chapter 1350: Not Fair

Chapter 1352: Unscrupulous

In the main battlefield, golden blood vanished, transforming into wisps of clear qi. Only drops of purple divine blood remained, shimmering with a cold, brilliant, and exceptionally eerie light in the dark cosmos.

Beneath the starry sky, a hushed silence fell.

The Hegemon's majestic and towering figure stood like a demonic peak. His thick, disheveled hair seemed to weigh down everyone around him, making it hard to breathe. At this moment, he remained silent, his back to the multitude of powerful figures, his body subtly trembling, as if struggling to suppress his emotions.

Not only the young supreme being of the Sky-Tyrant Bloodline but even the spectators felt "wounded," murmuring inwardly that the Sacred Body was truly sharp, yet its actions were perfectly calculated.

The Hegemon, utterly arrogant, had journeyed alone from the cosmic starry sky to suppress and kill his sworn enemy, only to face such a result.

Ye Fan had dealt him a crushing blow, dispatching only a Dao body while his true self remained calmly seated deep in the starry sky, observing the battle with composure, like a mere passerby.

This was an absolute act of contempt, the Sacred Body's stunning strike!

The Hegemon had traversed star domains, engaging the Sacred Body in a bloody battle. His momentum was immense, known throughout the ten directions, and countless individuals from other ancient star domains had specifically traveled here for this confrontation.

Yet, in the end, the Hegemon had been fighting a Dao body of his sworn enemy all this time. This was truly "damaging," pushing even the young supreme being of the Sky-Tyrant Bloodline, who was usually arrogant and possessed an invincible faith, to the brink of losing control.

Since his emergence, no one had dared to humiliate him in such a manner!

Ye Fan said little, but his actions and methods made the spectators feel like spitting blood, let alone the Hegemon, who had been fighting until now. How could he possibly endure this?

"The Sacred Body is truly devious and arrogant... completely disrespectful. The Hegemon must be fuming!"

"You can't put it that way. The Hegemon came with supreme divine might to suppress the Sacred Body; what happened was merely a counterattack."

Beneath the starry sky, people dared not speak loudly, instead communicating secretly through mental transmissions, as the atmosphere was overly tense and terrifying.

Many pondered whether Ye Fan was merely guarding against the Hegemon using his Saint King realm to suppress him, or if he had deliberately planned this insult long ago.

Many firmly believed this was a premeditated humiliation, or more severely, an attempt to shake the Hegemon's Dao Heart by fighting with a Dao body, thereby causing him immense embarrassment.

Evidently, the effect was achieved. The Hegemon still hadn't turned around, remaining as silent and profound as an abyss, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

After a bloody and fierce battle, only now did he realize he had been fighting a mere Dao body. The Hegemon felt as if he had been slapped across the face.

Only a few knew that Ye Fan's Dao body was exceedingly powerful, almost as strong as his true self, but it could not remain in the world for long.

The Hegemon abruptly turned, his eyes flickering with strands of light, a vision of collapsing star rivers, representing destruction and an ineffable suppression!

This atmosphere was more terrifying than any battle, suffocating all who felt it. A more world-shaking and dreadful battle was brewing in the stillness, ready to erupt at any moment.

The Hegemon, forced to break his seals by a Dao body, while his sworn enemy's true self sat calmly observing from deep within the starry sky. He could no longer bear it; he wanted to slaughter everything across the stars.

Though enraged, he maintained his composure. His gaze grew colder and crueler as he walked step by step towards the blurred figure.

In the utterly silent cosmos, the Dragon Horse laughed wildly. It was the only one audacious enough to say, "Hegemon, your flesh is truly good, crunchy and tastes like chicken!"

Everyone stared in a daze. What kind of outrageous talk was this? How could it taste like chicken? This statement was utterly tasteless!

In this situation, the Dragon Horse's blatant provocation was tantamount to rubbing salt in the Hegemon's wounds. It was exceptionally dishonorable, and its words were devastatingly offensive.

And it hadn't finished. Immediately after, it added, "But your bones are truly awful; they're too hard. I almost broke my big teeth!"

Everyone was petrified, simultaneously looking towards another battlefield where the fiery Dragon Horse was fleeing rapidly, dodging the Purple Qilin's pursuit.

The Purple Qilin roared, its four hooves trampling the heavens, its cries shattering the starry sky. The vile horse ahead had severely flawed conduct; insulting the Hegemon in such a way was like stepping on its face, making it utterly intolerable.

The Dragon Horse shrieked and shouted. In terms of realm, it was inferior to the Purple Qilin, a pure-blooded Saint Beast King, capable of reigning supreme among beasts on the star road, and it had slaughtered countless divine mounts.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Horse showed no intention of fighting it properly. It ran, gnawing on a bone, and continued to taunt incessantly.

"The Tyrant's blood truly tastes good. Hey, that donkey behind me, do you want to try some too?"

"Crunch!"

The Dragon Horse's large teeth chattered wildly, almost breaking. It couldn't bite through those two stark white bones and cursed, "Damn you, Tyrant Body! Why are you so hard? Your bones are stronger than Saint Weapons! How am I supposed to eat them?!"

In the cosmos, the battle atmosphere was at its breaking point, yet its nonsensical babbling created a sense of temporal distortion, absurdity, and chaos.

"Roar..."

The Purple Qilin roared, utterly enraged. This was its master's flesh and blood, yet this wicked horse dared to mock it like this. It was extremely insolent.

It shattered the starry sky, exuding the aura of a supreme beast. It became even more overbearing, radiating a bloody wildness, its eyes reflecting terrifying scenes of piled bones.

"Do you dare to fight?" For so many years, it had always been the one to slaughter its enemies. It had not proactively challenged someone like this in who knew how long, and now it urgently wanted to slay a divine mount.

"Are you joking? I have no interest in fighting a donkey!" the Dragon Horse shouted, refusing loudly as it galloped ahead, gnawing on the bone.

Everyone stared in disbelief. This was the legendary pure-blooded Purple Qilin, completely unrelated to a donkey, yet it was called that. This horse's mouth was truly hateful.

The Purple Qilin was naturally furious, its anger blazing. This was an insult to it. As the supreme beast on the ancient road, it had never been so disdained and ridiculed before.

Yet, even under these circumstances, the Purple Qilin restrained itself, displaying the demeanor of a king among ten thousand beasts. It solemnly said, "You have true dragon blood flowing within you, placing you among the noblest bloodlines. Yet you flee without fighting. Do you feel no shame?!"

"Not at all," the Dragon Horse replied nonchalantly and airily, making it impossible for anyone to land a strike. It galloped relentlessly, its hooves never stopping.

"I am challenging you!" the Purple Qilin declared imperiously, shattering the starry sky as if a beast venerable from the immortal realm had descended, emitting billions of wisps of purple energy.

"I refuse!" the Dragon Horse stated righteously.

"I am seriously challenging you," the Purple Qilin retorted, exasperated.

"And I am very seriously refusing. Please do not doubt my attitude," the Dragon Horse said earnestly.

The Purple Qilin was somewhat stunned. What kind of horse was this? It refused with righteous indignation, even its cowardice in not accepting the challenge was expressed so righteously, showing no shame whatsoever, but rather an air of arrogance. Where did this sense of superiority come from?!

All the powerful figures observing the battle were also dumbfounded.

"Do you even possess the solemnity of a strong cultivator anymore?" the Qilin Saint King asked angrily.

"What's that?" the Dragon Horse asked.

"You've cultivated for more years than I have and reached the Saint Beast King realm. You want to fight me, and then you call me a coward? Are you sick?" the Dragon Horse retorted disdainfully, then stood on its hind legs and galloped away.

The Purple Qilin was enraged. It accelerated to its utmost limit, transforming into a streak of purple light and charging, forcing the Dragon Horse to activate the "Move" secret art, landing on its two hind legs.

Everyone stared dumbfounded, completely stunned.

The Dragon Horse, a true scoundrel, shamelessly declared, "See? I can outrun you on two legs. If you're so capable, run on all five of your legs!"

A group of people burst into laughter. Naturally, some favored the Hegemon and his mount, and couldn't help but say, "Like master, like horse! Neither of them seems to be good news!"

"And I can tell you're a good bird," the Dragon Horse retorted, its vision exceptionally wide while standing on two legs, turning its head to address that person.

That cultivator's lips trembled with rage, but before he could say more, a startling development on the Human Race's Ancient Road erupted on the other side, drawing everyone's attention.

Boom!

The Hegemon, peerlessly brilliant in this era, had swept through the Human Race's Ancient Road without an equal, remaining undefeated until now. He resembled a celestial god descended to the mortal realm, enveloped by star rivers, as he charged towards Ye Fan's true self.

However, as soon as he entered that starry expanse, he encountered immense trouble. The entire star domain seemed to ignite, countless planets emitting brilliant light, with wisps of Dao patterns interwoven throughout the cosmos.

"The Ancient Heavenly Court's forgotten formation has revived! Who did this?!" someone cried out in shock from the shadows, their spiritual voice extremely ancient.

The celestial bodies connected, forming a massive divine diagram, densely covered with Dao marks, resembling a cosmic net that enveloped the Hegemon, boundless in its terror.

The Hegemon went berserk. A streak of purple qi, piercing through the cosmos, shot from the crown of his head. With his hair flying wildly, he rushed towards Ye Fan, devastating everything in his path like a descending demon god.

The young supreme being of the Sky-Tyrant Bloodline had become a Saint King. Such power was terrifying, absolutely capable of sweeping through all domains; even ordinary Great Saints would be wary!

One after another, meteorites continuously exploded. Although they bore ancient Dao patterns, they could not halt his advance.

The Hegemon was divinely brave. With a single roar, star rivers collapsed, and fragments of stars circled around him. His divine might was unparalleled; in terms of combat power alone, no peer could stand against him.

"Boom!"

He punched through the starry sky, and a brilliant fist-shadow flew towards Ye Fan. It was as if a purple sun had exploded, carving out dazzling light, accompanied by pervasive chaotic energy.

However, facing this strike capable of shattering the heavens, Ye Fan remained seated in the starry sky. He merely raised his right hand and sealed it forward.

Six Seals of Immortality Taboo!

He utilized the power of the Heaven Origin Divine Formation to unleash this ultimate divine art. Numerous star rivers surged, radiating immense light, gathering around him and converging towards the Hegemon.

The highest realm of the Heaven Origin Master lineage was not merely targeting the "origin" within stones, but the origin of all things. At that level, let alone the essence of heaven and earth or divine materials from ancient mines, even all the stars in the heavens and all living beings could serve as its "origin."

Evidently, upon arriving in this star domain, Ye Fan had glimpsed this realm. He had found direction from his Ancestor's level, transcending the Heaven Origin Book, and was now truly demonstrating it.

The Six Seals of Immortality Taboo completely sealed the Hegemon's punch, and a massive hand, forged from the light of all things, spread across the sky and pressed towards the Hegemon.

"Boom!"

This was a world-shattering collision. The meteorites, planets, and suns in this starry sky all emitted divine radiance, converging towards Ye Fan's massive hand, pressing down upon the Hegemon.

Amidst continuous massive collisions, the Hegemon roared, pulverizing suns, moons, and stars, shattering an ancient land.

"Sacred Body, come out and fight!" he roared at the starry sky.

"As you wish!" Ye Fan responded, standing up from the void, calmly facing him. His hands slowly moved, evolving his peerless technique.

Rumble!

Like a deity moving the sun, moon, and stars, he glowed with boundless radiance. His hands formed the Yin-Yang Life-Death Samsara Seal, and the myriad stars in the sky surged with him, various array patterns shimmering.

In the starry sky, a colossal Yin fish and a colossal Yang fish intertwined, slowly moving and exuding an ancient, vast, and solemn aura, as if capable of destroying all things.

This was Ye Fan's technique, combined with the Origin Art. The grand formation in the starry sky transformed into the Yin-Yang twin fish, becoming his hands, slowly pressing down upon the Hegemon!

This grand spectacle, this power, this domineering presence, stunned everyone into silence!

It must be known that the Yin-Yang twin fish were composed of numerous stars, and now, as Ye Fan formed the seal, they transformed into his two immense hands, encompassing all creation!

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