Chapter 1621: What is the Strongest

As the saying goes, "brothers fight side by side, and father and son go to war." Three of Ye Fan's most prominent disciples appeared simultaneously, each more formidable than the last, all possessing earth-shattering power.

Yang Xi's entire being radiated golden vital energy and crimson light, erupting like a vast, surging divine ocean that shook the very foundations of the land. It was a true manifestation of the Saint Body's ultimate power.

Huahua, embodying boundless Buddhist teachings, stood encircled by chanting Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas that materialized behind him, positioning him as the world's central figure.

Ye Tong, with his Solar Body, glowed with a divine radiance; every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to contain a dazzling and brilliant sun.

Over the years, they had become renowned throughout the cosmos, inspiring awe in all races. This was not empty boasting, but a testament to their supreme authority and immense power.

After three hundred years of warfare, all three had already forged illustrious reputations across the starfield!

Now, as the trio advanced, the heavens and earth roared and trembled with every step. Like three colossal golden mountains, they were awe-inspiring, their divine power overwhelming.

Beyond their combat prowess, their mere invincible presence instilled fear. Each was extraordinarily formidable; their combined arrival felt as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth sinking, like three ancient war gods descending.

Divine halos, one after another, formed continuous layers, enveloping them. Their supreme aura was so impactful that many struggled to remain standing, on the verge of collapse.

As Ye Fan's three great disciples made their move, people trembled.

"Overlord, come fight!" Yang Xi charged first, confronting the current master of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline.

Who was the Overlord? He was the strongest contemporary of his bloodline, possessing an invincible aura. Confronted by a challenge from the next generation, his eyes gleamed with a sharp, terrifying purple light.

"Boom!" He took a single step, and the heavens and earth trembled. A palm strike descended, shattering the air and heading straight for Yang Xi's forehead, intent on destroying his spiritual core.

The Overlord held himself in very high esteem, considering few in this world worthy of his notice. Facing the disciple of his enemy, he desired no words, only swift, immediate annihilation.

Meanwhile, with flames reaching the sky, Ye Tong confronted Cang Yan. Ye Tong possessed the Solar Body, a bloodline identical to that of the Solar Saint Emperor, granting him supreme power. Cang Yan, on the other hand, was a natural fire spirit, born from the will of heaven and spiritual energy, moving within the flames. He was the undisputed master of fire, renowned across the cosmos, and virtually unchallengeable.

As the two clashed, raging flames consumed the four directions. Everyone retreated as the area turned into scorched earth and lava, leaving only two figures roaring in fierce combat.

This was no mere mortal struggle; it was like gods from the celestial realm battling.

"My Buddha is merciful, and my Master is the strongest. Hmph, you brats over there, whoever isn't convinced, come on! Your Buddhist big brother will send you to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

When it was Huahua's turn, his words struck an odd note. Despite his gleaming bald head, he completely lacked any dignified solemnity, appearing more like a bald man impersonating an eminent monk.

He was boisterous and carefree, shouting challenges to his opponents like a simpleton. Yet, he was undeniably powerful, with ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas manifesting before and behind him, and Buddhist scriptures reverberating throughout the heavens!

What should have been a sacred, peaceful, and solemn presence was utterly undermined by his own temperament.

"Hey, you brat, come here! Weren't you so boisterous just now? Don't run, you scoundrel! Watch how this Buddhist master subdues you!" He stretched his long legs and dashed forward.

The opponents were absolutely fuming. Huahua kept calling them "brat" without considering their age. Some on their side had grizzled beards and had cultivated for most of their lives; they were old enough to be his grand-ancestors.

"Heh, you brat, you're fierce! But no matter how great your divine power, you can't escape this Buddhist Master's grasp. Heh heh heh, you scoundrel, come with me, go guard my mountain gate." This sounded less like a Buddhist acolyte and more like an old demon cackling ominously.

An inevitable great battle erupted, leaving everyone mesmerized. The formidable experts who had descended from the Imperial Pass were now blocked, unable to pass these three formidable trials.

Everyone trembled, not for any other reason, but because all three were disciples of Ye Fan, sharing the same master.

How powerful must one be to cultivate such disciples? Everyone felt a shiver of awe. Ye Fan had not yet made a move, but his presence alone inspired profound reverence.

Although he had not personally guided his disciples, merely imparting cultivation methods and allowing them to forge their own paths, these three had soared to prominence, each becoming a world-renowned luminary.

Nothing was more intimidating. Three of Ye Fan's disciples could already contend with the most peerless figures in this world; how terrifying must he himself be?

The battlefield was intensely fierce, with various lights swirling!

Yang Xi was like a human-shaped dragon, striking with lightning speed, his eyes burning like twin torches. He swept his leg, meeting the Overlord's palm, and erupted in dazzling golden light.

Although confident, he dared not be presumptuous, employing his utmost strength against the Overlord. After all, this was a hegemonic figure who had once battled his master, and who now rarely met a match in the world.

A massive burst of light erupted, as golden radiance and purple energy surged together, shaking the sky. A purple sun and a golden sun exploded simultaneously, and the area seemed swept by a divine ocean!

Finally, both separated. Yang Xi's body retreated a few steps, but he was unharmed, his leg intact. He stood tall and powerful, like a true dragon poised to strike again.

Everyone was astonished. While Yang Xi's strength was known, his terrifying level was not. He had directly confronted a peerless figure of the Overlord's caliber without relying on mere technique, and emerged unscathed.

It was well known that the current Overlord was invincible, rarely finding a true opponent. His path was stained with blood, forged by treading upon countless corpses.

Many had witnessed him tearing apart Great Saints with his bare hands, bathing in their blood, and traversing the starry sky, his entire being exuding a gruesome bloodlust and radiating a demonic aura.

Yet now, Yang Xi was strong enough to contend with such an unparalleled figure, to challenge him for supremacy. Ye Fan's disciples truly inspired awe!

"Boom!" The Overlord's eyes were terrifyingly purple, with no white, his pupils indiscernible, only pure purple intensity. He clenched his fist tightly, and a misty purple energy ascended, transforming into a purple lightning bolt that shot forth.

The Hegemon Fist! This was an ultimate fist technique, capable of contending with the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, shattering all things in heaven and earth. It was the supreme secret art of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline.

Everyone was startled. The Overlord had truly unleashed his killing intent, employing such a peerless fist technique. This secret art had once caused even Ye Fan to bleed, and though he was eventually suppressed and defeated by Ye Fan, it was enough to demonstrate the technique's terrifying power.

"Hah!" Yang Xi showed no fear. He clenched his right fist, and golden light and crimson mist burst forth simultaneously. He retaliated with his own fist strike: the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

This was the technique Ye Tong had taught him on Ye Fan's behalf, perfectly suited for the Saint Body lineage and immensely powerful. Yang Xi had long since thoroughly comprehended it, forging his own path and reaching its pinnacle.

Moreover, when Ye Fan defeated the Overlord, he seized the Hegemon Fist techniques directly from his primordial spirit. Therefore, his disciples were not unfamiliar with the Hegemon Fist.

At this moment, the Six Paths of Reincarnation opened in heaven and earth. Six universes rotated, confronting the supreme Overlord's punch, instantly shattering all things and turning the area into a void of annihilation.

"Boom!" Blazing light and endless radiance ravaged the land, and two figures were sent hurtling backward.

The Overlord stood like a javelin stuck in the ground, but his fist was bleeding, his thumb-web cracked open, astonishing purple blood flowing and exuding a strange demonic power.

On the other side, Yang Xi staggered slightly but eventually stabilized himself. The flesh on his palm and fingers was torn, exposing bone, and two fingers were even broken and twisted. Yet, he had ultimately blocked the strike, and with a series of crackling sounds, his broken bones reconnected, flesh healed, and he was fully restored.

He was fully capable of resisting. After their clash, Yang Xi demonstrated the absolute power to protect himself and engage in a decisive battle!

"Overlord, your reputation is well-deserved!" Yang Xi said sincerely.

However, this remark instantly darkened the Overlord's expression to the extreme. Had Ye Fan said it, it might have been acceptable, but it came from his disciple.

The Overlord's hair stood on end, his aura suddenly surging. Faintly, nine divine forms emerged behind him, astonishingly unsuppressed in this place.

"Are you afraid I won't succeed?!" Yang Xi retorted coldly. Behind him, Saint Body phenomena unfolded: Azure Dragons, Vermilion Birds, Kunpengs, and other mythical beings flew around, guarding him.

The Overlord had indeed harbored murderous intent, intending to utterly slay Yang Xi here. If he delayed further, even if he won, his lifelong reputation would be ruined.

"Boom!" On the other side, Ye Tong battled Cang Yan. Although the fire spirit's cultivation was higher, he seemed naturally suppressed by the Solar Body, feeling restrained.

This result left people stunned. That was Cang Yan, the fire spirit! His cultivation was just a step away from becoming a Quasi-Emperor, a level formidable enough to disdain the world and look down upon mortals!

Yet now, Ye Tong was the bravest in the world, his entire body erupting with blazing light, like a god from the mythical era, growing stronger with each clash, utterly fearless.

Cang Yan's expression was cold. Although he felt he had several methods to eliminate Ye Tong and suppress this junior, doing so would come at a heavy price.

The longer the fight, the colder his heart grew. This was a junior, having cultivated for so few years, a generation his junior. If he couldn't decisively slay him, it would be considered his defeat.

However, he genuinely couldn't make progress. Ye Tong was too strong, enveloped by divine halos. Wherever he moved, heaven and earth trembled because of him; no one could contend with him.

The fire spirit was unshakeable, and in a trance, ancient sacrificial sounds echoed. Behind Ye Tong, he saw a vast battlefield where myriad spirits worshipped the Human Emperor. He was immensely shocked, feeling as if he were facing the Solar Saint Emperor himself, rather than his descendant, Ye Tong!

"One master, three disciples, each so heaven-defying! From now on, even if the Saint Body Ye Fan doesn't make a move, his disciples alone will be enough to sweep away all enemies."

"No, these aren't all his disciples. It's rumored that there's also an astonishingly talented second disciple who hasn't appeared yet. Their strength must be even more incredible."

The area was in an uproar. Both foes and pilgrims were stunned; this was clearly a terrifying reality.

Ye Fan's lineage had truly risen. Even without him, these few disciples alone were enough to glorify the Heavenly Court and command respect throughout the world.

Anyone could see that any one of these disciples would be enough to inherit the mantle and push the lineage to glorious heights. For several such individuals to appear at once was simply defying the heavens!

By now, little needed to be said. If the disciples were this formidable, what about their master? Everyone speculated how terrifying Ye Fan would be if his full power was still intact.

What defines true strength? To remain unmoved oneself, while one's disciples alone are sufficient to settle all matters—that is the hallmark of immense power.