Chapter 1620: Fighting on Behalf of the Master

This was a robust, tall, and imposing figure. His long black hair cascaded over his chest and back, giving him a wild aura. His gaze was sharp, and a surging, ocean-like aura of blood energy emanated from his crown.

As he stood there, the surrounding heavens seemed to tremble and verge on collapse. His physical power was truly astonishing, almost unreal.

Ye Fan paused, slightly startled. This imposing man, with his intimidating presence, was somewhat unfamiliar, but Ye Fan immediately knew who it was. The golden blood energy and familiar essence were too similar to his own.

This was Yang Xi, his disciple whom he had taken in at the Fiftieth Pass of the Human Race's Ancient Road, whose veins flowed with the blood of a Saint.

So many years had passed. The "little brat" from back then had grown to this extent; were it not for their similar auras, it would be difficult to recognize him. His youthful innocence was long gone; he was now an unrivaled, formidable expert, capable of dominating an entire region.

"Master!" Yang Xi rushed forward, his entire body wreathed in golden blood energy that also emitted a vibrant red glow. He was incredibly powerful; nothing could stop him as he swiftly approached.

He immediately knelt down, calling out "Master." He was incredibly excited; hot tears streamed down his face, and his powerful body trembled uncontrollably.

When the devastating news arrived back then, though Yang Xi was no longer a child, he still cried for several days, unable to control himself. He hated that his cultivation was too shallow to fight for Ye Fan and could only await such a tragic outcome.

Precisely because of this, for the past three hundred years, Yang Xi had trained harder than anyone, ceaselessly cultivating, to achieve his current astonishing cultivation, making all who walked this Emperor's Road wary of him.

In recent years, he was virtually a second Ye Fan, with golden blood flowing through his veins and cultivating the peerless techniques of the Saint Body lineage, sweeping aside all opponents.

Yang Xi's strength was beyond doubt; he had been revered by all the powerful figures for many years. He was an extremely difficult opponent to face; even the strongest few from Ye Fan's era had never been able to defeat him.

At this moment, his true emotions showed, and his face was streaked with tears. He choked out, "Master, is it really you? The news of your death in battle beyond the domain came so suddenly back then..."

At that time, he was heartbroken but powerless to defy fate and retrieve his master's life. He could only weep in sorrow.

Now, to be able to meet again, even though he was no longer young, tears streamed down his face like rain. His body trembled as he knelt on one knee before Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's nose also tingled with emotion. Time had flowed, changing much. He helped Yang Xi up, gazed at him intently, and nodded repeatedly.

"Good child, you've grown up!"

Many words were unnecessary. Everything was understood without speaking; the depth of their feelings was evident in their emotional fluctuations.

"Master, you're back! If Mistress, Senior Brother, Black Emperor, and many others in the Heavenly Court knew, they would surely be shocked and weep tears of joy. Everyone misses you terribly."

"We will meet again," Ye Fan said with a hint of bitterness. He concealed nothing from his disciple. Three hundred years had passed; it wasn't that he didn't want to return, but rather that he had only recently regained the ability to act.

"Master, please wait, I'll drive away these flies!" Yang Xi said to Ye Fan, wiping away his tears. He then abruptly turned, facing the distance, his face filled with cold resolve, and declared: "My Master once fought to the death against Supreme Beings; even the heavens couldn't take him. What are you? All of you, get lost!"

He was naturally furious. Back then, the successive deaths of great figures like Gai Jiuyou, Jiang Taixu, and Ji Zi had caused immense grief for a long time among the people of Heavenly Village. And now, Ye Fan's return was met with such a situation.

His voice boomed like thunder. Under this roar, even the sky seemed to shatter, causing many people's souls to almost leave their bodies.

This was the Saint Body bloodline: terrifying physical power and surging blood energy. For many years, Yang Xi had been considered a second Ye Fan, possessing supreme power rarely seen in the world.

Many people recoiled, uncontrollably trembling, their blood rushing faster, echoing the roar.

Among those who had come, there were indeed true peerless experts. Upon hearing this, their expressions naturally turned cold.

Someone spoke, saying: "Junior, you are too arrogant. When we were dominating the world, you hadn't even been born. Even if your master said such words, it would not be acceptable."

However, the moment he finished speaking, before Yang Xi could respond, a mountain-and-sea-like roar of rebuke erupted from behind. The pilgrims who had come with reverence had not left; there were far more of them than those who had arrived from the Emperor's Pass.

Those with hostile intentions were all startled. Such a large number of powerful individuals represented a significant force; if they were to directly confront Ye Fan, it might incur the world's condemnation.

"Whether he is truly the Saint Body Ye Fan or not, even if he is, there will be no room for sentiment here. He is worthy of respect, but this is the Immortal Ascent Battlefield, a contest for the Emperor's Road, where retreat is not an option. The only thing we can do is, if we win, we can spare his life."

"That's right, the Saint Body Ye Fan commands respect. If we defeat him, we will certainly not deliver a killing blow."

The speaker was from the Hegemonic Body Ancestral Star, with the purest Hegemonic Heavenly Blood flowing in his veins. The Hegemonic Body and Saint Body had been sworn enemies since ancient times; while he spoke of respect, his words were undeniably a provocation and an insult.

"A bunch of flies and dogs dare to shout! Let the Hegemon King come out and die! You are not qualified to stand here. Killing you would only dirty my Master's eyes."

This was Yang Xi's response. He stood there like a golden mountain, looking down on the few from the Hegemonic Body Ancestral Star, completely disregarding them.

Everyone was greatly shaken and astonished. Both the hostile individuals and the powerful experts who had come to support Ye Fan were awestruck.

The Hegemon King, who had narrowly lost to Ye Fan back then, possessed truly heaven-defying combat power, rarely encountering a match in the world. Across the entire starry sky, few dared to fight him.

Hundreds of years later, Ye Fan's disciple had grown up and was now directly challenging the Hegemon King. How could this not be startling? This was a challenge to fight on behalf of his master, to face the Hegemon King once more!

Had the Hegemon King arrived? People didn't know. But in any case, with Yang Xi here, a fierce "dragon-tiger" contest was bound to unfold.

Indeed, the few from the Hegemonic Body Ancestral Star all changed color dramatically. Immediately, someone shattered the void and charged towards Yang Xi, intending to duel him.

"Your Hegemonic Blood is thin; you are merely descendants. But since you hail from that star, even if you hadn't provoked my Master, just because that old bastard, the Great Accomplished Hegemonic Body, is your ancestor, I would still kill all of you!"

Yang Xi was incredibly strong, charging directly forward. He wasn't facing just one person, but intended to attack four individuals simultaneously. With a wave of his hand, golden astral winds surged forth, terrifying beyond measure.

The animosity between the Hegemonic Body and Saint Body was too deep; originating from the Mythological Era, they had always fought to the death. So naturally, upon encountering each other now, immediate hostility arose. They wished they could kill Ye Fan and Yang Xi immediately.

These individuals were strong, but unfortunately, they had encountered a Saint Body with a pure bloodline. Their diluted Hegemonic Blood was simply not enough; they suffered a crushing defeat the moment they clashed.

"Pfft!" The power of Yang Xi's single palm strike was truly immense. Even in this place where the Grand Dao laws were suppressed, the astral winds he unleashed still turned the mountains ahead into dust. Moreover, the first person to charge forward was utterly destroyed by his palm, directly shattered into pieces on the spot, their body parts flying in all directions, and purple blood splattering.

This sight sent shivers down everyone's spines. How incredibly powerful must one be to achieve this? It truly had Ye Fan's style. Indeed, the lineage was faithfully passed down.

For many years, everyone had talked about Ye Fan's disciples because they were exceedingly powerful, each one more terrifying than the last. Among them, Yang Xi was undoubtedly a very special one. Because he possessed a bloodline similar to Ye Fan's, he was inevitably compared to his master.

For three hundred years, Yang Xi had never shirked the burden. On the contrary, he was further motivated by it, hoping not to tarnish his master's prestige and to let the world witness the continuation of his master's sacred blood, continuing to radiate brilliant splendor.

Without a doubt, he had achieved it. Although he was not an initial Saint Body, through years of tempering, he had reached the pinnacle, activating the ancient bloodline secret realms, making him no weaker than the true Saint Bodies of ancient times.

"You flies and dogs dare to insult my Master? All of you, die!" Yang Xi matched his words with action. His movements were elusive and terrifying, like a golden humanoid tyrannosaur soaring across the sky, covering thousands of feet in a single leap.

"Pfft," "Pfft"... In the end, all those individuals were slain. Every punch drew blood and elicited the sound of fracturing bones. It didn't take much effort from Yang Xi; he wiped them out in one go.

"Well killed!" Many people roared, and the place erupted in cheers.

In the past, the Great Accomplished Hegemonic Body had bathed star regions in blood, participating in the dark turmoil, which filled people with grief and indignation, but they were powerless to resist.

If the Accomplished Hegemonic Body hadn't been dormant there, someone would have gone to the Hegemonic Body Ancestral Star to fight long ago in the past three hundred years. Now that someone had acted this way, it naturally brought a sense of satisfaction.

The pilgrims who had followed Ye Fan's footsteps cheered. They were numerous, having now gathered into a dense crowd, confronting the people on the opposite side.

There, without a doubt, were supreme experts who had just descended from the Emperor's Pass, all of them incomparably powerful.

Just then, a tall, demonic figure, carrying an aura that oppressed the nine heavens, walked step by step, causing all mountains, rivers, and creation to tremble.

His appearance silenced the entire battlefield in an instant. Not a single person spoke, because his aura was too intimidating, inspiring a primal terror and a chilling fear from the depths of their souls.

The Hegemon King!

After more than three hundred years, Ye Fan saw this person again.

The Hegemon King's appearance instilled fear in everyone present because he was simply too powerful. His unparalleled, unrivaled demeanor deeply shocked everyone.

He immediately fixed his gaze on Ye Fan. From between his thick locks, his eyes were like razor blades, sharp and intimidating, capable of tearing open the sky.

"I didn't expect to see you again. Can we still fight?!" The Hegemon King's voice rang out, deafening and powerful, causing many on the battlefield to tremble, their ear bones feeling as if they would split apart.

"You will still be defeated," Ye Fan said, his voice soft and natural. Yet, it resonated through the world like the sound of a great bell, deeply shaking many who heard it.

This was like a clap of thunder. Three hundred years had passed, and Ye Fan's physical condition was terrible; he had even lost his magical power, yet he remained so confident.

Everyone who looked at him felt a deep sense of reverence. Under the sunlight, Ye Fan's body seemed to burn with a layer of brilliance, making him appear to possess an invincible aura!

Three hundred years had passed. His fragments of Dao laws had vanished, but after his body had fought a Supreme Being and been reshaped, it had become even stronger. In a battle here, he feared no one.

"You are arrogant!" The Hegemon King's eyes became even more terrifying. They had no pupils, transforming into dreadful purple light, cutting out terrifying beams like blades.

Back then, he had been defeated by Ye Fan, which he considered a lifelong disgrace. Upon learning Ye Fan was still alive, his entire body trembled, his purple blood boiling within him, eager to avenge his past humiliation.

"Hegemon King, stop putting on airs!" Yang Xi roared. "In the past, my Master utterly defeated you. If not for the guardians of the Human Race's Ancient Road who intervened and pleaded for you, you would have been dead for years. What right do you have to contend with my Master again? Today, I will fight you!"

He had already consulted Ye Fan and received permission. He intended to fight the Hegemon King, striding forward boldly.

The Saint Body lineage is truly extraordinary! This was everyone's unspoken thought, all of them shocked. In the past, Ye Fan had already defeated the Hegemon King, and now his disciple had grown up and was going to fight the Hegemon King again.

The Hegemon King's entire body surged with boiling purple energy. With a roar, all the nearby mountains and rivers shattered. His expression was incredibly cold and terrifying.

For him, this was unbearable!

From behind, someone spoke, saying: "Are today's juniors all this arrogant?" It was a mass of flames with a humanoid figure within. He was from the Emperor's Pass, currently releasing terrifying power, as his cultivation had not been completely suppressed.

"Fire Spirit Cang Yan!" Many people exclaimed in surprise.

This old Saint Spirit was renowned throughout the starry sky; he was far too powerful and terrifying. No one had expected him to appear and state his intention to target Ye Fan.

"So many years have passed, and you haven't advanced an inch. You still haven't reached the Quasi-Emperor realm. That's rough for you," Ye Fan said with a smile, in good spirits. Seeing these old acquaintances, he couldn't help but recall the glorious years of the past, making his battle blood surge with excitement.

Upon hearing these words, Fire Spirit Cang Yan's face immediately darkened. He was very old, and his seniority far surpassed even Ye Fan's master's generation. To be mocked like this, his eyes turned incredibly cold.

Back then, when he fought the Old Madman, the entire universe was shocked. Apart from a few specific individuals, no one was his match.

After three hundred years, several generations had grown up, yet he still hadn't made any further progress, unable to cross that barrier. Although he was only a hair's breadth away, he simply couldn't succeed, which left him feeling incredibly frustrated.

Now, to have this exposed by others, how could he be pleased? Especially since these were his juniors, it made his expression even more grim.

"Then let me see if you've made any progress," Cang Yan said, coldly and mercilessly.

He walked step by step, his entire body ablaze with fiery light, forming a divine halo of heavenly fire that protected him. His body shone brilliantly, intimidating all observers.

Clearly, even having arrived at the Immortal Ascent Battlefield, he still possessed powerful cultivation, which had not been entirely suppressed.

"Roar..." Before Ye Fan could speak, a tsunami-like roar came from the distant sky. Someone was approaching rapidly, moving beyond extreme speed.

"Fire Spirit, don't act superior just because you're old! My Master once fought ancient Supreme Beings to the death; do you dare? Now, you are not worthy to fight my Master. This Buddha Lord will send you to your salvation!"

Not just one person arrived. Two figures arrived together, both moving at extreme speed; the one speaking was bald.

Boom! Blood energy surged to the sky, and divine radiance blotted out the sun. Two terrifying figures flew down from the sky, powerful to the extreme.

"Master, we're here!" Ye Tong and Huahua appeared together, kneeling down, their faces covered in tears, trembling with excitement.

"Rise!" Ye Fan helped them up.

"Senior Brother, let's team up, the few of us, and sweep them all away! Let's see who dares to overestimate themselves again!" Yang Xi, who was still confronting the Hegemon King on the other side, shouted.

"Alright!" Ye Tong responded, his entire body blazing with sky-reaching flames. He took a step, directly approaching Fire Spirit Cang Yan, and declared: "Today, you are mine! Come, fight!"

Everyone was shaken. Even the supreme experts who had come from the Emperor's Pass felt awe in their hearts. This was Ye Fan's eldest disciple, who had shaken the universe for many years, making them extremely wary.

Three of Ye Fan's disciples had arrived all at once. Each was peerlessly powerful, intimidating all the powerful figures present.