Chapter 1379: Pang Bo Is Born

Ye Fan pursued the crowd, his heavenly tribulation accompanying him. This sight left everyone dumbfounded and frozen in terror as a vast sea of lightning enveloped the cosmic void.

"Ah..." Di Tian's subordinates, whose cultivation levels varied, immediately saw several of their number engulfed by the lightning and reduced to ashes.

"Retreat quickly! We can't withstand this!" shouted the Kirin Emissary.

Ye Fan's Saint King tribulation was unimaginably vast, many times more terrifying than an ordinary one. It wasn't merely a few bolts of lightning; an entire sea of thunder crashed down! To be more precise, it was colossal, mountain-sized bolts of lightning merging to form a blazing ocean of electricity. How could anyone possibly resist that?

They fled for their lives; even Saint Kings would be reduced to dust if caught within it.

Of course, they weren't the most tragic; the most pitiful was Lin Chuan, Qi Tian's second personal disciple and Human Race Protector. He was the first one Ye Fan cornered and dragged along. Now, flashes of lightning and roars of thunder descended through space, completely engulfing him.

"Ugh... Aoh..." By this point, Lin Chuan's cries no longer sounded human. His body was charred and reeking, battered beyond recognition by the lightning, sounding like a wild beast. He was a formidable Saint King, having been at the realm Ye Fan was about to reach for many years. Yet, he couldn't withstand the Sacred Body's lightning tribulation, having never witnessed such a formidable tribulation before.

"Pfft!" Almost instantly, one of his arms was shattered by the lightning. As the blood mist rose, it was immediately vaporized, turning into ash.

"Help... me!" Lin Chuan despaired. He had arrived full of confidence, waiting on the ancient continent to slay Ye Fan, never imagining such a crushing setback. Before coming, he had understood Ye Fan's strength, believing that without the formation in Human Race City 50, the Sacred Body would be greatly limited. He had intended to crush Ye Fan with his superior realm and avenge his master.

"Crack!" As the second wave of lightning struck, all of Lin Chuan's bones shattered. Blood and bone fragments flew everywhere, and half his body turned into a bloody pulp, vanishing into the lightning. He was charred and reeking, his hair burned to ash, looking half-human, half-ghost. Even his intestines were struck out; the sight was unbearable.

"Master..." he weakly called out in a certain direction, where Human Race Ancient Path Protector Qi Tian was located.

"Stop!" Qi Tian roared in fury. He felt both heartache and indignation, fire almost shooting from his eyes. This was his personal disciple, tormented to such a state.

"Boom!" He raised a hand and pointed, a sharp beam shot into the heavenly tribulation, attempting to dismantle the predicament. However, with an earth-shattering roar, the cosmos tore apart as an even more violent sea of lightning descended upon him.

At this moment, it wasn't just him; even the Stone Man Holy Spirit and the two Yin Gods who had already fled deep into the cosmos felt their hair stand on end. The tribulation's fluctuations were too intense, clearly targeting Great Saints. When someone undergoes tribulation, outsiders cannot interfere. To assist or provoke it would be to invite disaster upon oneself, as the summoned lightning tribulation would match the interfering cultivator's realm. Given the scale of Ye Fan's heavenly punishment, if it were to further intensify to the Great Saint realm, even gods would have to pray. Few in this era could withstand such a superimposed tribulation.

Human Race Protector Qi Tian was naturally terrified, realizing the moment he made a move that this lightning tribulation was not to be provoked. It was countless times more powerful than the Great Saint tribulation he barely survived years ago. This was a Great Saint tribulation brought down upon Qi Tian, superimposed on the Sacred Body's tribulation. Who could possibly withstand that?

"Damn it, this is outrageous!" Qi Tian cursed, and without hesitation, conjured a clone. It contained his essence, energy, spirit, and a portion of his divine consciousness, and it rushed forward.

"Boom!" The Great Saint tribulation he had drawn was immeasurably vast and boundless, filling the cosmos and causing many surrounding stars to shatter! After Qi Tian's clone entered, it was struck repeatedly, its skin torn and flesh ripped, blood splattering across the star field. Its bones were exposed, and it nearly broke apart in an instant, emitting a scorched smell.

However, it must be said that those who can become Great Saints are extraordinary. Even in a Great Saint tribulation superimposed with the Sacred Body's tribulation as a base, the clone did not perish immediately but held on for a while. This was a terrifying feat; such resilience was truly transcendent, making all beings look up in awe and tremble. After all, ordinary people cannot ascend to Great Saint. How many such individuals could there be in the cosmos? They rise from billions of living beings and must possess astonishing talent. Unfortunately, no matter how astonishing or powerful, it was difficult to overcome a Great Saint tribulation evolved from the Sacred Body's tribulation. His clone eventually held on for a while but was still struck until its bones shattered and blood splattered, dying in vain there.

Qi Tian cursed angrily. For a Great Saint to lose composure like this was unimaginable, as even though it was a clone, it contained a portion of his vital blood and spiritual will, causing great harm to his true body's vitality. This was the perfect example of bringing disaster upon oneself; by interfering with the heavenly tribulation, he invited a corresponding punishment that caused him severe damage. Had he not deployed a clone at the critical moment instead of his true body, he might have perished then. It was akin to cutting flesh and bone for a proxy death, preserving his main body.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was still undergoing his Saint King tribulation. The Great Saint tribulation had nothing to do with him; although it was superimposed based on his heavenly punishment, it targeted only Qi Tian. This was also why the Human Race Ancient Path Protector was so furious he almost vomited blood: a clone had died in vain! Furthermore, what infuriated him even more was that his second disciple was clearly not going to survive; his body was shattered in the Saint King tribulation, and his tattered remains floated in the blood.

"Pfft!" A bolt of lightning flashed, and the fragmented skull also shattered, all his blood incinerated.

"Master!" Lin Chuan's dim primordial spirit, swaying like a wisp of ghost fire, cried out in terror.

"No!" Veins pulsed on Qi Tian's forehead, but there was nothing he could do. He was utterly powerless to intervene against the heavenly tribulation, the most mysterious and terrifying force.

With a sweep of his hand, Ye Fan seized the primordial spirit. He gazed at Qi Tian from amidst the hundred thousand feet of lightning, his eyes cold and merciless.

"You... release him, and everything can be discussed!" Qi Tian stammered.

"There's really... nothing to discuss," Ye Fan said, shaking his head. With a flick of his hand, the primordial spirit instantly turned to ash in the lightning. Earlier, Qi Tian had favored the Hegemon Body and almost killed Ye Fan. Now, his disciple had waited here to ambush and slay him. This pushed Ye Fan beyond his patience. Since they wanted to eliminate him, he would meet them head-on; there was nothing more to say!

"Ah..." Qi Tian cried out, trembling with rage. Pointing at Ye Fan from a distance, he declared, "As long as you are on the Human Race Ancient Path, you will be under my control!" This was a blatant threat and intimidation, on the verge of bloody suppression and revenge.

"Rumble!" In the distance, the ancient continent let out a massive roar, scattering stones and sending huge boulders flying into the cosmos. The entrance opened, shimmering with lightning, and a figure rushed out. When Qi Tian saw this scene, he immediately vomited two large mouthfuls of blood. The escape of the person from the tomb was inextricably linked to the "great deed" he had just performed. He had drawn a Great Saint-level heavenly tribulation—rarely seen in the world, absolutely unique—and it had all struck that location, blasting many large cracks into the ancient tomb. Over the years, time had already eroded most of the ancient tomb's sealing power. Ye Fan, using the power of various saints and the Great Saint's heavenly tribulation, finally broke open a passage.

Qi Tian staggered, blood staining the corners of his mouth, his robes soaked. He was trembling constantly from sheer rage. He had actually become an unwitting helper.

"Thank you, Senior," Pang Bo laughed heartily, a peerless demonic aura soaring into the sky. This was shocking, as if an ancient demon of ten millennia had broken through an Emperor's seal and reappeared in the world. The demonic aura stirred the cosmos, and all the stars trembled. There stood a tall and majestic figure, like an iron tower, a head taller than ordinary people. His muscles bulged, like small snakes coiling around his body, and his skin glowed with a bronze luster. His thick black hair cascaded like a waterfall to his waist. His sharp eyes, dazzling and awe-inspiring, gleamed brilliantly in the cosmic void, overwhelmingly powerful.

Pang Bo escaped, bringing an endless lightning tribulation with him. His heavenly punishment was equally terrifying, thundering loudly and accompanied by an ocean-like demonic aura that swept across the cosmos. He met Ye Fan's gaze and laughed heartily from a distance. Trapped for so many years, he had finally emerged and reunited with an old friend.

"Let's join forces, my brother, and utterly rout them all, chopping them down!"

After flying out, Pang Bo, carrying his heavenly tribulation, unleashed the Demonic Emperor's Nine Slashes and actively charged towards those who had just attacked Ye Fan. Ye Fan nodded. With his brother now free, he completely relaxed, shedding all reservations and no longer needing to hold back. He charged towards the other side. These were two true dragons, turning rivers and seas upside down, crushing the cosmos, slaying in all directions, dominating the starry sky, and invincible wherever they went.

"Ah... No!" screamed the Vermilion Bird Emissary, but it was useless. How could she outrun Ye Fan's Art of Movement? She hadn't been able to escape from the very beginning, trapped here by Ye Fan. Now, Ye Fan's large hand descended, suppressing her with the sea of lightning. Divine power manifested in the void, a large hand formed from lightning. Ye Fan seized her in his grip, watching her indifferently. The Vermilion Bird Emissary was powerful, but her body had long since been shattered by the lightning. She was now even more desperate; it was too late for anything, with only death awaiting her. With a slight squeeze from Ye Fan, she turned into a pool of blood, her body and spirit perishing in the lightning.

On the other side, Pang Bo roared, having reached the Saint King realm. His might was fully displayed as he brutally slew a group of those who had previously attacked, reducing many Yin spirits to ash.

"No, you can't do this!" screamed the Kirin Emissary, his heart trembling, his face pale, and his lower body turned to charcoal.

Ye Fan seized him in one hand, and with the other, he grabbed the White Tiger Emissary, leaving them nowhere to escape. Their lives hung on his whim.

"Lord!" screamed the White Tiger Emissary. She was a woman with fair skin and captivating beauty, but now she was terrified, her face pale, her body shattered, as she looked in one direction. Ye Fan looked back and saw a blurred figure indifferently gazing towards them. The figure seemed to merge with the heavens and the cosmos, becoming one, a vessel of the supreme Great Dao!

"Lord, save me!" the White Tiger Emissary stammered, astonishing brilliance emanating from her beautiful eyes.

"Lord, Immortal Qing Shi, have you arrived? Save me!" screamed the Kirin Emissary in terror.

In the distance, that blurred figure, united with heaven and man, embodied the Dao, like an ancient Emperor stepping through time and space, emerging from antiquity. He made a move, rushing here at extreme speed, actually attempting to barge into Ye Fan's Sacred Body heavenly tribulation.

Ye Fan's expression was cold, and he said mercilessly, "No one can save the two of you, no matter who comes. Whoever dares to attack me should be prepared to perish."

With a flash of blood, the beautiful White Tiger Emissary turned into blood and bone in Ye Fan's hand. The Kirin Emissary screamed even more miserably, becoming a pile of mud. Then, with a flash of tribulation light, they turned to ash and vanished, leaving nothing behind. Ye Fan killed both of them cleanly right in front of Di Tian.

"If others don't offend me, I won't offend them," Ye Fan declared to the rapidly approaching blurred figure. "But if they try to eliminate me, then I will not hesitate to become a demon lord, stifling prodigies with a single hand!"