Chapter 1662: All Enemies Attack

The God-King was utterly ruthless; with a single move, he unleashed a symphony of ten thousand dao. His ten middle fingers shimmered, each firing off tens of thousands of heavenly sword lights.

These sword lights were extraordinary, each possessing a life of its own. Behind every light was an ancient beast, radiating immortal glow, carrying the sword energy as they terrifyingly cleaved down.

Everyone's expression changed. This was an ancient technique from the mythical era—the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword!

"It has been lost for so long, yet it has reappeared in the mortal world!" "Heavens, what a powerful legacy! We thought it had long been sealed away by time, but today it sees the light again!"

From a distance, gasps of astonishment erupted. Everyone was deeply shocked; the cultivation technique practiced by the God-King was indeed terrifying, with such a world-defying opening move.

Ye Fan's expression shifted. His body, bound by divine chains of order, felt like an insect caught in a spiderweb, making movement extremely difficult. He let out a Daoist cry as the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi spun, its mouth flashing with chaotic light, moving to suppress the God-King.

Unable to move physically, he could only control the cauldron with his divine consciousness to combat his formidable foe.

"Clang!" Sparks flew, resembling dancing silver waterfalls, as a hundred thousand heavenly swords struck chaotically. The Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi endured immense pressure, shaking violently.

"What a formidable cauldron," the God-King praised. "It's already this powerful, even before reaching full completion. Truly rare among quasi-emperor artifacts." However, his expression remained icy, and his gaze was chilling to the bone.

With a soft cry, the God-King's dark gold battle suit glowed with iridescent, crystalline radiance. Yet, his aura became that of a primeval beast, and his body grew dark.

This was a terrifying transformation: his torso became eerie and immensely powerful, emanating the aura of a primeval fierce beast, though it then dimmed. Meanwhile, his battle suit formed a dazzling, radiant divine halo.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword trembled, and beast roars shook the heavens. The strongest bloodlines from the mythical era all manifested, each revealing its ferocious true form, carrying immortal swords as they charged.

They tore through the void, a stampede of beasts that seemed to make the heavens collapse and the earth sink. This aura was so astounding that all the spectators couldn't help but tremble.

The God-King's methods were truly heaven-defying. With the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword unleashed, how many in the world could possibly contend? Even those at the quasi-emperor realm would surely meet their bitter end!

*Clang, clang, clang...* Sword energy pierced through the universe, slashing down chaotically. The Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi, like a paper boat in a tempest, seemed on the verge of disintegrating and being destroyed at any moment. It expanded to a height of a hundred thousand zhang, shielding Ye Fan beneath it, fending off all assaults. Various runes flickered across its surface, neutralizing the attacks.

Simultaneously, streams of mother qi poured from the cauldron's mouth, astounding like waterfalls. They transformed into divine light, confronting the sword energy with ultimate power and divinity.

It held!

The Dao patterns on the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi revitalized, neutralizing numerous sword energy attacks with astonishing defensive power. This made many envious, recognizing that such a treasure was well worth nurturing and refining with immense effort.

Though the God-King's body dimmed, his battle suit blazed with blinding brilliance, resembling a black hole encircled by dozens, even hundreds, of suns. He grew even stronger, murmuring an ancient incantation.

The heavens and earth seemed to riot, the lightning appeared to halt, and the suns, moons, and stars in the depths of the universe froze in place, imprisoning time and space.

Although the sword lights had shattered, the ten thousand beasts pressed on, becoming even more tangible as they surged wildly forward. They were forged from Daoist runes, striking the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi.

Ye Fan fought desperately, light shimmering from his glabella. Simultaneously, the treasured cauldron's aura surged, pulsating with a life of its own, as myriad ancient totems revived and emerged one by one from its walls.

Vermilion Birds, wreathed in immortal fire, fought across three thousand realms; Chaos Deities, who had once cleaved open heaven and earth, roared as they ascended to the nine heavens; and with a single flap of a Kunpeng's wing, numerous great stars in the universe shattered...

The myriad spirits on the cauldron's walls revived and emerged, confronting the ten thousand beasts. Both sides surged forward, resulting in a violent collision. Dragon roars and tiger growls echoed through the area, Rocs soared into the sky, and divine light tore through eternity.

"Such power!" The spectators gasped in awe. The God-King's battle techniques were astounding enough, but Ye Fan, even while trapped, still possessed such formidable abilities, completely exceeding everyone's expectations.

The God-King's expression was grim. His opponent, bound by divine chains of order, was supposed to be like meat on a chopping block. Yet, Ye Fan was still stubbornly resisting and had genuinely blocked his attacks, which was extremely unfavorable for the God-King.

Suddenly, the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi sank and rapidly shrank to the size of a fist. Though true dragons soared and immortal phoenixes spread their wings—various totems charging skyward—they all retreated to shield Ye Fan's glabella, protecting his forehead.

"The God-King is about to succeed!" Many spectators' eyes gleamed with anticipation.

The God-King advanced step by step, like a deity commanding ten thousand beasts, each primeval creature roaring and clanging like a sword as it bore down.

"This isn't good!" the Black Sovereign's face darkened.

The forbidden domain of the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword manifested: each ancient beast transformed into an immortal sword, yet without a blade's physical form. Their roars were like longswords tearing through the sky.

Boundless sword intent, transformed into Daoist runes, directly assailed Ye Fan's physical body and primordial spirit. Such an attack was pervasive and utterly unstoppable.

Indeed, this invincible sword intent could not be blocked by any physical weapon; a single thought could reach all eight directions!

Ye Fan's body, bound by divine chains of order, visibly trembled as thousands of symbols illuminated his entire form. This was the killing intent of the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword, manifesting through the synchronized roars of the myriad beasts and impacting him directly.

"Ye Fan!" Li Heishui exclaimed, his face a mix of shock and fury.

"Master!" Huahua cried out, his face pale and stripped of its usual playful demeanor, now filled with terror.

"The Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword is far too powerful!" the Black Sovereign muttered, his face grim.

All these changes happened too quickly to be stopped.

This was a quasi-emperor unleashing the forbidden secret art of a restricted zone master. Such a blow, falling upon the bound Ye Fan, left him no means to react or defend himself. The outcome was predictable.

In the midst of the battle, the Saint Prince, his fiery golden eyes blazing, swung his half-immortal iron rod, which glowed with intense dark light, in a diagonal cleave towards the God-King, intending to stop the assault.

But at that very moment, the Divine Tiger went berserk. Its body, a fusion of stone and flesh, erupted with dazzling light, its tiger stripes stark. The stone artifact on its head shone with immortal radiance as it attacked the Saint Prince.

Simultaneously, someone moved in the shadows: a purple true dragon swooped down, blocking the black-gold iron rod and opening its jaws as if to swallow it whole. The Dragon Maiden had intervened, her eyes frigid and sharp as cold arrows. She was intent on preventing the Saint Prince's rescue, eager to witness Ye Fan's demise at the God-King's hand.

"Becoming my cauldron is not a bad choice," the God-King said chillingly. "You would share longevity and immortality with me, and one day we shall reign over the Immortal Realm."

The God-King spoke chillingly, stepping forward and extending his hand to touch Ye Fan's glabella, intending to slay his primordial spirit and preserve only his potent physical body.

The Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi trembled. With a resounding boom, the God-King cried out in surprise as he was flung backward, unable to dislodge the cauldron that shielded Ye Fan's forehead.

What was happening? He displayed a look of astonishment.

Clearly, Ye Fan had been struck by the sword intent of the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sword. With the simultaneous roars of the myriad beasts, tens of thousands of Daoist symbols illuminated his body as he endured the excruciating pain of impending spiritual and physical annihilation.

But how could he still counterattack? Being bound by the chains should have rendered him utterly defenseless. He should have been destroyed by the sword intent.

"I am not as pathetic as you imagine," Ye Fan stated coldly.

Far from being pathetic, he was unbelievably strong, astonishing the God-King. Ye Fan was actually leveraging the God-King's power, deliberately allowing the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi to retreat so that the Ten Thousand Beasts sword intent would enter his body.

Now, tens of thousands of Daoist runes had transformed into flames, forging his body and battling the lingering supreme vestiges within him.

Using an enemy's power to temper oneself? Few would dare such a feat. This was, after all, a quasi-emperor level battle, where a single misstep could lead to complete annihilation of body and spirit.

Furthermore, Ye Fan wasn't even in a fair duel; he was trapped, yet still dared to act so boldly. He was truly astonishingly powerful.

The God-King's face turned icy. He detested the feeling of losing control; in his calculated style, everything should always remain within his grasp.

"Roar..." The God-King opened his mouth and exhaled, unleashing towering black flames. A black demonic furnace materialized, rapidly expanding, clearly intending to draw Ye Fan in and completely refine him.

*Boom!* However, at that moment, an immense pressure descended, utterly beyond his control. The perception of the heavenly tribulation, which had been severed, now reappeared, rendering even his secret artifacts useless.

It was a majestic world, as if the immortal realm had merged with the mortal world, filled with various auspicious beasts and awe-inspiring primeval landscapes.

With a resounding hum, the God-King, along with his black fiery furnace, was absorbed into this world, possibly to undergo his tribulation there.

No one had anticipated Ye Fan's heaven-defying capabilities. Not only had he withstood the heavenly tribulation, but he was now controlling it, using this illusory realm of the immortals to trap his enemy.

Clearly, the God-King would not be able to escape anytime soon. He was trapped in the perilous throes of a tribulation, struggling immensely against the onslaught of true dragons, Vermilion Birds, and other immortal beasts.

"Chih!" A golden light cleaved through the lightning. A woman with flowing golden hair appeared, plunging directly into the sea of thunder and moving to strike Ye Fan with a killing blow.

Her eyes held a fierce glint, and golden flames pulsed around her. It was indeed the Golden Heavenly Maiden, who, with her very first move, unleashed a divine golden treasure. Various Daoist weapons and artifacts flew, radiating such intense golden light that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

At this point, there was no pretense of fairness; she wasn't here for a decisive battle. Her sole purpose was to kill, to prevent Ye Fan from successfully overcoming his tribulation, and to take his life while he was in a vulnerable state.

"Clang!" Ye Fan's glabella glowed intensely. Using the "Soldier" character secret, he took control of the golden artifacts, redirecting the golden weapons that were about to strike his body, turning them back to suppress and slay the Golden Heavenly Maiden.

Evidently, the Golden Heavenly Maiden knew him well enough. In an instant, all the artifacts vanished, replaced by dazzling suns that appeared where they had been, exploding in unison.

"Puff!" Even Ye Fan's immensely powerful physical body, unable to move and passively enduring the assault, was met with sprays of blood. He was nearly obliterated by the explosive force.

"How ruthless!" people exclaimed.

Those golden artifacts were forged from the woman's own Daoist runes, and detonating them instantly caused her to groan and blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth. All of this was done solely to swiftly kill Ye Fan and prevent any further unforeseen developments.

Ye Fan's body glowed translucently, front and back. Had he not been bound by the divine chains of order, he likely would have shattered into fragments, as a significant amount of blood was spilled.

"Holy Body Ye Fan, your death day has arrived!" the Golden Heavenly Maiden declared coldly. "The deaths of my kin, and the grievances between us, will all be settled now!"

"Do you dare to wait until my brother has finished his tribulation to fight him?!" the Saint Prince roared, his golden fur blazing with incandescent fury.

Unfortunately, he couldn't break free. On one side, the Divine Tiger attacked with stone artifacts, while on the other, the Dragon Maiden wielded the Ten Thousand Dragons Bell, cutting off any path to rescue and binding him in place.