Chapter 1664: Strong and Supreme

Ye Fan successfully transcended his tribulation. He shattered the confines of his body, allowing laws and the Dao to surge forth together, breaking free from his shackles, and truly completing his metamorphosis.

He emerged like a human-shaped tyrannical dragon, an overwhelming aura blanketing the area. With just a single move, he suppressed the descendants of two ancient emperors beneath him. Although they were still resisting, it appeared as if one was being trampled under his foot, and the other was bent over by the immense pressure of his colossal hand. This sight, this scene, stunned everyone present.

After many years, such a figure had appeared again—so powerful that it made blood surge and sent shivers down spines. Was this the true rise of Ye Fan, the Saint Physique? The path of his genuine return!

How overbearing! Trampling an ancient emperor's daughter underfoot and shaking the Son of a Restricted Zone with his fist—who had ever witnessed such a spectacle?

The blood of many onlookers began to boil!

Ye Fan sliced through restraints, pulverized all divine chains of order, and unlocked the shackles of his body. Immediately upon recovering, he displayed such overwhelming power, shaking hearts as if a demonic overlord had returned against the heavens, irresistible to all.

"Master!" Huahua clenched his fists, his blood surging as he cried out excitedly, thrilled and joyful for his master. Three hundred years of hardship had finally forged an invincible body.

"Good, he's finally broken through! There are no more lingering troubles. Let's see who dares cause trouble now—we'll kill them all!" Li Heishui also shouted, vigorously waving his fist.

Li Tian, Dongfang Ye, and others also roared with excitement, feeling their blood boil. That figure seemed to be themselves, standing in the starry sky, suppressing ancient imperial bloodlines.

Ye Fan had finally broken through, having endured countless hardships. On this day, his heavenly achievements were complete, and many knew that no one could impede his progress anymore.

This moment proclaimed his true ascendancy, informing the world that the one who had once swept across the ancient starry roads had returned. Many formidable enemies would now begin to tremble!

"Argh..." Shen Ming roared, his fists shaking as he forcefully countered the enormous hand descending from the sky. He straightened his back with sheer willpower, refusing to kneel.

He was filled with indignation; that hand had almost forced his body to collapse. To be subdued on the ground was an immense humiliation. Who was he? The Son of a Restricted Zone, a descendant of an ancient supreme being. He ought to be shaking the world with awe!

"Crack!"

However, though he struggled, his joints audibly popped and groaned, threatening to break. One could only imagine the terrifying power of the fist pressing down from above.

This filled him with extreme humiliation. In such a posture, the ultimate power pressed him down, making it hard to lift his head. The opponent was asserting an invincible, overwhelming suppression.

Who could be so transcendent, so high above the heavens, that a casual punch from them could force him to fall? Unforgivable! His entire body, blood and bone, trembled with rage!

Even more humiliated than him was the Golden Celestial Lady. She was being stomped upon by a colossal foot wreathed in brilliant golden light, her entire body shaking violently. Had she not exerted her arms and unleashed a world-shaking ancient imperial secret art, she would undoubtedly have collapsed.

This posture, this outcome, made her golden blood boil. Never had a descendant of an emperor been so subservient. Her eyes were as sharp as celestial swords, her golden pupils shooting out beams of light.

She retaliated with all her might, thousands of golden runes flickering as deities descended, surging upwards together to destroy that god-like figure.

The Golden Celestial Lady felt even greater humiliation than Shen Ming. She was a dignified Celestial Lady, the focus of all eyes, revered by all corners of heaven and earth, the most brilliant pearl in the world. When had she ever suffered such indignities?

Yet now, everything was rewritten. A single person, so immensely powerful, could simply lift a foot and trample her below.

"Get up!"

Shen Ming roared, and myriad beasts howled. Around him, the strongest ancient beasts of mythical bloodlines surged into a frenzy, transforming him into the God of Myriad Beasts, allowing him to forcefully resist Ye Fan's fist.

Finally, he broke free.

At this moment, the Dragon Lady also activated the Descent of All Gods, as figures like sun deities stepped out of the void, radiating immortality to help her escape her predicament.

Ye Fan did not block them. Instead, with a cold expression, he shook his arms, shattering the last remaining chains of law in the void. Then, he punched towards the sky, where a phantom realm of the immortal domain was enveloping him.

This strike surpassed human comprehension. All the lightning in the void instantly vanished, followed by a thunderous sound of the sky collapsing and the earth caving in.

The heavenly tribulation ended!

Originally, the lightning from the heavenly tribulation would gradually dissipate. But now, had it been obliterated by Ye Fan's single punch? He had directly struck it back, showing immense disrespect to the heavens.

Without the thunder, the area became silent. The stars had long been destroyed, leaving only darkness and void, along with a few figures in confrontation.

"So eager to kill me?" Ye Fan's eyes flickered as he scanned each person: Divine Tiger, Dragon Lady, Golden Celestial Lady, and Shen Ming. All four wore grim expressions.

"Master, the Dragon Lady destroyed several of our resource stars," Huahua said from afar, filled with grief and indignation.

"Indeed, it was just a flick of a finger," the Dragon Lady said indifferently, extending a finger to point. The void tore open, and a recent scene reappeared: a large star, crushed directly by that magnified finger, shattered into pieces!

"And a few more, just like that. Does it hurt?" The Dragon Lady sneered, pressing her finger down. Several more large stars exploded, with clear evidence that some cultivators who hadn't retreated perished tragically.

"And Shen Ming and the others," Li Tian called out.

Shen Ming sneered. With a raise of his hand, the void cracked open. Before him, an ancient road shattered, and blood splattered. The scene from the past was so vivid, so shocking to behold.

The might of a Quasi-Emperor was fully displayed!

"No need to elaborate," the Golden Celestial Lady said herself. "I merely killed a portion of the Celestial Soldiers and Generals; they were as weak as ants, unworthy of that name." Before her, a mist of blood permeated, and some figures emerged, bearing anger and unwillingness.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" Ye Fan said calmly. "You cannot disturb my heart. This will only make you die faster!"

Having experienced much joy and sorrow, though anger simmered within him, his Dao Heart remained unshaken. His battle prowess soared to a terrifying height, and the blood within his body roared like a tsunami, shaking the starry sky.

"It's not certain who will kill whom!" Shen Ming said coldly. Having just endured too much humiliation, his fighting spirit and arrogance surged to an extreme within his bones. He intended to use all forbidden techniques to kill Ye Fan.

"You—are not enough!" Ye Fan directly shook his head, like a deity in the heavens looking down upon them.

This feeling was deeply unpleasant. When had anyone ever disdained them like this? Shen Ming and the Golden Celestial Lady's expressions grew even colder. They mobilized all their essence, qi, and spirit, preparing for a fight to the death.

"Ye Fan, don't hog them!" the Saint Prince said as he walked over, carrying his black immortal iron rod, resplendent with shimmering light. "We'll split them, you kill two, I'll kill two." His entire body was covered in brilliant, crystalline golden fur.

Upon hearing this, the Divine Tiger, Golden Celestial Lady, and the other two grew even colder. Setting aside their identities, just considering their cultivation realms—they were Quasi-Emperors. To be so blatantly despised by these few was simply too arrogant.

"Monkey Brother, you can't say that," Ye Fan replied. "These people came for me; I need to deal with them myself!"

As these words were uttered, Shen Ming, the Golden Celestial Lady, and the others' expressions became even gloomier. What did these people take them for? To be killed on a whim? And to actually argue over who gets to kill them? This was utterly intolerable!

"Boom!"

The Dragon Lady made her move. The Myriad Dragon Bell in her hand erupted with brilliant light, transforming into an enraged dragon. Each segment of the dragon was a colossal purple-gold bell, rumbling and buzzing through heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of bell waves converged into a beam of light, striking towards Ye Fan. The sky was collapsing, chaos was stirring, and everything was being annihilated.

In a flash of thought, Ye Fan activated the "Line" character secret, reaching its pinnacle. Time seemed to freeze, then reverse, revealing temporal energy in disarray.

In an instant, he shifted tens of thousands of miles, dodging the lethal strike.

"Catch!" The Saint Prince and Ye Fan had an unspoken understanding. The Primordial Green Lotus had long been prepared. It was sent forth, flying into Ye Fan's hand.

Ye Fan moved, holding the Green Lotus. No one in this place could block his path anymore. The Mother Qi Cauldron of All Beings hovered above his head, and in his hand, a three-leaf plant shimmered with emerald light, giving birth to myriad things, as if a Celestial Venerable had been reborn.

The great battle began. Ye Fan charged directly at the Dragon Lady, fearless of the imperial Dao artifact, shattering all its waves.

"This..." The spectators gasped, drawing in cold breaths. Although they had heard rumors, witnessing an artifact capable of blocking extreme Dao laws firsthand still made their hearts tremble.

"Boom!"

The weapon forged from Divine Mark Purple Gold revived, and imperial Dao power boiled. The colossal bells linked into a dragon body, each segment pulsating, the bell sounds deafening.

This naturally caused the Green Lotus to tremble, struggling immensely to dissolve the impact of the supreme laws. The Demon Emperor's Dao Fruit was blossoming!

Shen Ming and the Golden Celestial Lady also attacked. The purple-gold imperial Dao artifact would not harm them, and since the Green Lotus could only passively defend, they could enter the battlefield and join the fray.

Suddenly, Ye Fan changed direction, instantly shifting his primary target and charging directly at Shen Ming and the Golden Celestial Lady.

"Roar..."

From a distance, an enraged roar echoed. The Saint Prince had already succeeded. He swung his rod down, slaying the Divine Tiger of the Saint Spirit Race. A Quasi-Emperor had fallen here.

Everyone was aghast. This monkey was too powerful, too decisive. He had directly smashed the Divine Tiger into a mist of blood, stones and flesh splattering, shaking souls.

Having dealt with his opponent, the Saint Prince walked over, carrying his immortal iron rod, forcing the Dragon Lady into a standoff. His main concern was that she might possess some ancient imperial forbidden techniques.

"Argh..."

Shen Ming roared in fury. He was in deep trouble. Even with all the Myriad Beast Immortal Swords unleashed simultaneously, they were useless; they couldn't even strike Ye Fan, whose speed was simply too fast.

What made him truly despair was that, in the end, the opponent stopped using the "Line" character secret. Standing there, Ye Fan met the attack head-on with his true body, directly shattering the myriad beasts and swords, leaving Shen Ming as if struck by lightning.

The Golden Celestial Lady also attacked, but she couldn't keep up with Ye Fan's pace and was unable to form an encirclement. It was as if she was always two steps behind, her efforts in vain.

"Myriad Dao Furnace!"

Shen Ming roared. From his crown, a black furnace surged forth, spewing immortal light. The furnace body then flowed with crystalline luster, adorned with exactly ten thousand great Dao symbols, all shining brightly.

This was his Dao Furnace, destined to accompany him throughout his life's battles, an artifact for achieving the Dao. It had consumed an immense amount of his divine power and was nurtured with his essence blood to become a Quasi-Emperor artifact.

"Om!"

The cauldron above Ye Fan's head flew out, crushing space, pulverizing everything, and instantly surged forward.

Shen Ming's expression was distorted with ferocity. He exerted all his strength. His Dao Furnace melted the myriad Daos of heaven and earth, emitting endless light, along with all the fragments of his life's laws and Daos, which surged out.

However, when the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Beings descended, his myriad Dao runes shattered, unable to withstand it. Streams of mother qi fell, pressing his furnace to the point of cracking.

Shen Ming's expression changed. His own Dao-melting artifact was inferior to his opponent's and could be destroyed at any moment. This filled his heart with fury and a sense of unwillingness.

He hastily retracted his black divine furnace, avoiding the sharp edge of the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Beings. He couldn't clash with it head-on, knowing that no other Quasi-Emperor artifact in the world could withstand a direct confrontation with this cauldron.

Ye Fan followed up. He was incredibly fast. Within his physical body, laws and Daos surged together, his being having reached a perfect state. His battle prowess soared, allowing him to exert unparalleled deterrent power.

In a single step, he was upon Shen Ming! Amidst the clash of powerful experts and the confrontation of Quasi-Emperors, the area roared, everything was destroyed, nothing remained but surging chaos, as if the heavens and earth were being recreated.

They battled fiercely, the streams of light they unleashed flying into other star systems, directly causing entire star clusters to dim. This was a manifestation of invincible might.

"Crunch!"

During the exchange, Shen Ming was forced to use his Dao Furnace for protection, as otherwise, Ye Fan's fist would have struck him directly. A shattering sound echoed, and he felt excruciating pain in his heart, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His own Dao had suffered severe damage.

This was because the black divine furnace, containing his laws and Dao, had been shattered by Ye Fan's single punch.

To destroy a Quasi-Emperor artifact belonging to the Son of a Restricted Zone with a raised hand—what immense power was this? For it was no ordinary divine weapon; it had even been personally acknowledged by the supreme beings within the Immortal Tomb.

"Argh..."

Shen Ming screamed, but it changed nothing. He was in an extremely perilous state.

Ye Fan unleashed his phenomenon, instantly sealing the cosmos and freezing this space. Shen Ming became utterly motionless.

"Pffft!"

There was no reason, no mercy to be found. Ye Fan strode forward, radiating light like an immortal king descending to the mortal realm, his black hair fluttering. He approached Shen Ming and, with a *pffft*, tore him in half. Blood drenched heaven and earth.

"I refuse to accept this!" Shen Ming's body was ripped in two. A fist-sized golden figure surged from his shattered skull, crying out in agony, his words filled with sorrow.

He was a true Son of Heaven, a peerless prodigy. In ancient times, he had once battled across the world. His figure appeared during the dark tumultuous era tens of thousands of years ago, using it to temper himself, before being sealed by his ancestors. He had grown up amidst blood and fire.

He had never encountered anyone of the same cultivation level who could forcefully suppress him. Yet today, he suffered such humiliation, actually being split alive, his body torn in two. It was as if they weren't even of the same realm.

Yet, his opponent was so young, his years of cultivation certainly no longer than his own, yet so overwhelmingly powerful. With a mere lift of his hand, he had suppressed and killed Shen Ming, an unparalleled prodigy from a Restricted Life Zone.

The two halves of the blood-soaked corpse fell, a horrifying sight that sent a chill down the spines of all the powerful beings who had gathered from across the cosmos. Too powerful! A Quasi-Emperor, brought to such an end!

A figure like a god or demon stood between the two halves of the body, treading on blood, his gaze like lightning, thick black hair fluttering, looking down upon the world with disdain. That domineering aura made everyone's heart tremble.

Shen Ming's primordial spirit surged upwards but found it impossible to escape this divine domain. This was Ye Fan's phenomenon, like a world of the immortal domain itself, with cosmic stars of all kinds revolving above and countless primeval beings roaring in the lower realms.

Ye Fan was like an immortal lord surveying his subjects. And Shen Ming suddenly felt ludicrously small, as if he were nothing more than an ant!