Chapter 1622: High Disciple

“May Buddha be merciful, Master. Kid, don't run; hurry up and come with me to guard the mountain gate.” Huali Huali unleashed his divine might, manifesting a peculiar Dao technique. From his mouth, lotuses bloomed, flying out one after another. Each petal was translucent and shone brightly, directly crushing the void before them.

Everyone was stunned and surprised that this bald monk could manifest such a Dao technique here, completely unhindered.

“In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme. Vile creature, why do you not bind yourself? This humble monk is here to deliver you.”

From Huali Huali's mouth, lotuses flew out one after another, suppressing forward, striking his opponent, who staggered, covered in blood, and utterly unable to withstand the assault.

This technique was very unique, but in the eyes of his opponent, Huali Huali was undoubtedly just a boorish show-off, squandering his cultivation so recklessly in the Immortal Ascension Battlefield. How profound would his cultivation be if he were to leave this place? The mere thought sent shivers down one's spine.

Huali Huali was the first to defeat his opponent, suppressing him. He then looked forward and targeted the next person, who turned out to be a Buddhist nun from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain.

“Hmph, bald nun, how dare you challenge my master? You've broken your vows! This humble monk will capture you!” Holding a purple-gold alms bowl, he brought it down like Mount Tai, crushing her beneath it.

“Boom!”

Thousands of strands of Buddhist light radiated as the alms bowl transformed into a vast sky, descending overwhelmingly to envelop the area.

“You foul-mouthed brat, you are a disgrace to Buddhism and unworthy of being a Buddhist disciple,” the nun said coldly. Wielding a demon-subduing staff, she fearlessly charged forward, engaging him directly in close combat.

“This humble monk is a Buddhist under the Heavenly Court, unlike you. Bald nun, your murderous intent is too strong, and your conduct is improper; you are unworthy of being a Buddha,” Huali Huali declared shamelessly.

Everyone was speechless, silently questioning, “Aren't you bald too?”

No matter how one looked at it, Ye Fan's disciple exuded too much worldly dust, as if he had been raised by mountain bandits. If not for the illusory figures of ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanting scriptures behind him, people would never have believed he was a monk.

“Clang!”

The demon-subduing staff and the purple-gold alms bowl collided. Streaks of Buddhist light erupted, and faintly, two great Buddhas appeared, confronting each other.

The Daos of Amitabha Buddha and Sakyamuni Buddha clashed. These were similar yet distinct paths, interconnected yet antagonistic, resulting in a violent explosion.

“What powerful Dao!” people exclaimed in admiration.

“Reverend, you're no match! Behold this Buddhist brother's own Dao, to subdue you!” Huali Huali, utterly devoid of solemnity, let out a loud cry, and tens of thousands of flowers flew from his head. Each flower represented a grand Dao, and upon blossoming, each contained a small Huali Huali—a truly bizarre sight.

What kind of cultivation technique was this? It bore a slight resemblance to Empress Ruthless's "A Single Thought Blooms, Dominating the World," yet there were some differences.

“Reverend, here I come!”

Huali Huali howled. Above his head, after tens of thousands of flower buds blossomed, billions of strands of colorful light radiated as ten thousand versions of himself charged forward simultaneously, each appearing to possess genuine magical power and cultivation.

At that moment, not only was the nun startled, her face pale as she rapidly retreated, but even the various powerful cultivators were deeply shaken. What kind of cultivation technique had this young man actually practiced?

Empress Ruthless's technique was aesthetically beautiful; at that moment, millions of sparkling petals would flutter, transforming into endless forms, filling the heavens and earth.

His technique, however, was peculiar in its own way: it directly hatched tens of thousands of himself from the flowers. Each one sprinted and leaped forward.

Tens of thousands of bald heads howled, each unleashing their magical power and attacking together. The scale of it was truly astonishing!

The nun was alarmed. She unleashed her full power, and the overwhelming Karmic Fire of Buddhism instantly swept across the high heavens. Many of the charging figures blurred, turning out to be mere illusions, yet they were so convincing they could easily pass for real.

“Clang!”

However, not all the figures were fake. One of them possessed ultimate combat power and charged forward alongside his true form, attacking together to suppress the nun.

Additionally, a swarm of figures with weaker combat power lunged forward, startling the nun and making it impossible for her to discern which were real and which were illusions.

“Bang!”

Finally, a seemingly inconspicuous figure suddenly unleashed its power, its strength surging. Holding an alms bowl, it smashed it onto the back of the nun's head as she was fighting Huali Huali's true body and Dao avatar, smiling despicably.

Although the nun was suppressed and collected into the alms bowl, she was filled with indignation, nearly cursing out loud and damning this rogue-like monk.

“To contend with this Buddha, Reverend, you are far from capable. You haven't even considered how many people's techniques I've integrated to create such an unparalleled and invincible secret art,” Huali Huali chuckled, peeking inside the alms bowl in his hand.

“You...”

“Let me tell you, this is the Six Harmonies and Eight Desolations Supreme Art! It combines Empress Ruthless's 'A Single Thought Blooms,' the Saint Emperor's 'Ten Thousand Transformations,' my master's Dao avatar, and the power of Buddhist faith to forge a golden body. Your defeat is no surprise; you're far behind,” he said, weighing the alms bowl in his hand.

Evidently, the figure that launched the final sneaky attack on the nun and smiled so despicably was forged by him using the power of faith. When wielded by other eminent monks, it would undoubtedly appear solemn and greatly compassionate, but in his hands, it became utterly sly and vulgar.

“This one... is also Senior Ye's disciple? Their style doesn't quite align.”

“The style is too different; why is this bald monk so peculiar?”

“If you knew he was raised by a dog named Black Emperor and that his childhood values were shaped by that unscrupulous Taoist who specialized in desecrating ancestral graves, you wouldn't have any questions.”

Everyone whispered, their gazes towards him peculiar.

On the other side, the battle between Yang Xi and Overlord had reached a fever pitch, entering its final stage. As the nine divine forms of the Heavenly Overlord Blood manifested, even the heavens and earth seemed to lose their brilliance.

Not to mention others, even Ye Fan's gaze sharpened. He fixed his eyes on the battlefield, paying close attention, and slowly began to walk forward.

An aura of creation permeated the space as the nine divine forms clashed with the Saint Physique's anomaly. In the final stage, a terrifying light erupted.

That area was completely destroyed. Two figures soared into the air. Overlord stepped forward, blood still dripping from his right hand, but otherwise unharmed.

Yang Xi, on the other hand, was covered in blood, staggering and retreating a great distance. Yet he was smiling, without a hint of dejection, saying, “Overlord is indeed strong enough!”

He was severely injured but not critically. He had endured Overlord's most powerful secret technique, and his face was filled with confidence and radiance.

Overlord's face was ashen. He was incredibly agitated; this was merely a disciple of his enemy, yet he had actually withstood his nine divine forms without falling.

This was a huge blow to him!

Yang Xi, however, was clearly ready to fight again. He quickly used the "Jie" secret art to heal his injuries. Broken bones reconnected, flesh healed, and he was once again full of vigor.

Seeing this scene, Overlord's expression grew even gloomier. The "Jie" secret art and Overlord Fist had both been forcibly taken by Ye Fan from his primordial spirit back then, which was a tremendous humiliation for him!

“Die, junior!” Overlord's right palm suddenly surged with purple qi. All his blood converged there; the purple blood boiled, then turned crimson, pooling at his fingertips. He transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Yang Xi.

That hand completely lost its purple hue. It was a blinding, vivid red, the essence of the Heavenly Overlord Blood, which could be called "True Blood," reputed to be capable of killing deities.

Everyone was astonished. Overlord had come all the way, slaughtering, having once torn apart numerous Great Saints with his bare hands in the starry sky, bathed in divine blood, and trodden over a multitude of corpses. Some unparalleled adversaries had indeed died beneath the Heavenly True Blood!

Ye Fan moved with the swiftness of thunder, arriving in an instant and cutting off Overlord's path.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan struck out with a punch, hitting the blood-red palm. The heavens and earth convulsed; the sky shattered, and the ground sank. Even the defensive formations, designed to restore the area, could not withstand this destructive power. Everything was obliterated.

When the last of the light receded, Overlord and Ye Fan stood facing each other. Overlord's right hand was broken, bright red blood flowed onto the ground, and he staggered backward.

Ye Fan stood there, as steady as a rock, his fingers translucent and utterly unharmed.

Everyone gasped. This outcome needed no further explanation: after three to four hundred years, Overlord was once again defeated, having lost again!

For the past three hundred years, although Ye Fan had been in a state of stupor, his physical body had continuously transformed. After his fierce battle against the Supremes of the Life Forbidden Zone, he had shattered, and in the intervening years, his body had been reconstructing and refining, undergoing a terrifying sublimation.

“Master, I could have taken it,” Yang Xi mumbled, protesting softly.

The golden light on his right palm receded, leaving half of his palm vivid red, though it hadn't spread to the entire hand. Clearly, this was the essence of the Saint Physique's True Blood!

“You are still young; there's no need to fight so desperately,” Ye Fan said.

Clearly, if he were to truly face Overlord, Yang Xi would suffer a crushing defeat. Even if his life wasn't in danger, his vital energy would be severely depleted. With Ye Fan present, he naturally wouldn't stand by and watch his disciple fight to the death.

“Ten years, just ten more years, and I can make the vivid red True Blood cover my entire palm. By then...” Yang Xi's eyes shone brightly as he stared at Overlord.

Everyone was startled, sensing Yang Xi's surging fighting spirit. He had clearly marked Overlord as his rival, intending to defeat him in ten years.

“Master, I wish to ask you to spare him once more. In ten years, your disciple is willing to fight him!” Finally, he spoke his heart.

Overlord's eyes had originally dimmed, and his body was somewhat hunched. That recent defeat had been too great a blow to him. But upon hearing Yang Xi's words, he instantly straightened, and his eyes shot forth endless, chilling murderous intent!

“Master, I yearn to contend with someone from the Heavenly Overlord Bloodline!” Yang Xi said again.

Hearing this, Ye Fan remained silent for a moment before nodding, granting his request.

“I have not lost my fighting spirit! When the Heavenly Overlord Bloodline reappears, it will make the entire world tremble!” Overlord roared, then abruptly turned and strode away. With each step, his aura grew stronger. Finally, as he was about to vanish, he directly tore through the void.

Overlord departed in a frenzy!

However, from that moment on, he was no longer considered an opponent by Ye Fan. For him, this was the greatest tragedy. Ye Fan was looking towards the individual on the Overlord Body ancestral star.

On the other side, the battle between Ye Tong and Fire Spirit Cang Yan was also drawing to a close, with overwhelming light and fire.

The Fire Spirit had, after all, resorted to a forbidden secret technique: a terrifying, eerily black demonic light. This was an extremely dreadful flame he had collected, called the Taiyin Immortal Fire, which was not scorching hot but chillingly cold, capable of freezing a person's bones the moment it appeared.

Everyone was utterly horrified, never having imagined that Fire Spirit Cang Yan had actually found such a legendary flame from the mythical era; it was truly world-shaking!

This Taiyin Immortal Fire was clearly lethal to a Solar Physique, a perfect counter!

Cang Yan was bleeding profusely as he stripped this flame from his sealed body, transforming it into a weapon to be unleashed, a process that cost him dearly.

However, Ye Tong's lips curled into a cold smile; he showed no fear. In an instant, he manifested eighteen ancient characters, sealing the high heavens.

The first nine ancient characters were the nine Imperial characters from the Solar Ancient Scripture, and the latter nine were the nine talismans from the Taiyin Mother Scripture. The two combined, generating and transforming each other in a cyclic fashion, directly sealing and collecting the Taiyin Immortal Fire.

“What? You possess a Solar Physique, and you also cultivate the Taiyin Ancient Scripture?!” Cang Yan was shocked.

“You're too ignorant,” Ye Tong sneered. “My aunt is a Taiyin Physique, and we once exchanged ancient scriptures for cultivation!”

Cang Yan's expression turned extremely cold; he hadn't expected such a miscalculation. However, he was still fearless, as his true cultivation was significantly higher than Ye Tong's, even if he was being countered. He decided to use his trump card, unwilling to waste any more time. In an instant, he unleashed a powerful killing artifact—a forbidden item!

His heart bled, feeling it was too wasteful. This was a magical artifact he had forged by melting all his divine materials over recent years, usable only once or twice.

It was a scroll, rustling as it unfurled overwhelmingly, unimpeded by the Immortal Ascension Battlefield's suppression. This was one of Fire Spirit Cang Yan's trump cards.

This artifact was incredibly powerful, shattering the void and carrying the imprints of the myriad great Daos as it pressed down. For any Great Saint, it would be an absolute catastrophe for anyone unprepared.

Within this divine diagram, Cang Yan had sealed the souls of more than a dozen Great Saints, along with their Daos and techniques. Once unleashed, it would slay all things.

Unfortunately, the result once again plunged him into despair. Strands of Emperor-level fluctuations vibrated forth as Ye Tong, holding a golden scepter, waved it towards him!

This was the Heavenly Court's scepter, a supreme Quasi-Emperor artifact!

Three hundred years ago, during the strongest dark turmoil in history, almost all Emperor artifacts were shattered, crippled, or completely vanished, becoming a rarity.

Since then, Quasi-Emperor artifacts had become the strongest weapons in the universe. Its appearance now undoubtedly carried immense deterrent power.

If Cang Yan hadn't used his forbidden artifact and had continued the fierce battle, his chances of winning would have been high. However, he didn't want to lose face or get entangled with a junior any longer; he wanted to end the fight quickly.

Ye Tong naturally used the Quasi-Emperor artifact directly. The Heavenly Court's golden scepter shattered the divine diagram, and then split Fire Spirit Cang Yan, obliterating his primordial spirit.

“How could this happen?” Cang Yan trembled. His physical body shattered, and his last wisp of primordial spirit light gradually extinguished. He had never expected such an outcome.

In this world, he had been so powerful, traversing the world freely and proudly throughout his life, only to meet such an end.

There was no suspense left; a generation's Fire Spirit had died just like that!

As this battle concluded, everyone was horrified.

Ye Fan's three disciples were too powerful. Ye Tong fiercely contended with Fire Spirit Cang Yan, Huali Huali had suppressed several powerful enemies, and even the youngest disciple, Yang Xi, was almost on par with Overlord, capable of holding his own, which sent shivers down people's spines.