Chapter 411: Holy Body Four Extremes Battle

**Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 415: The Saint Body's Four Extremities Battle**

Many from the younger generation pressed forward, their murderous intent rising like surging waves. They knew that missing this opportunity to fight the Saint Body would drastically increase the difficulty later. The Saint Body had just formed and was not yet stable. Many realized this; if he were allowed to continue his breakthroughs, few among the younger generation would dare to challenge him.

The bright moon, like a large silver disc, hung high in the night sky. Its gentle glow cascaded down, making the Divine City appear veiled in a light, white, and hazy gauze. Ye Fan stood in the void. He didn't recognize many of the young powerhouses before him, but his primary focus was on the Golden-winged Young Roc King and Xia Jiuyou. Both were top figures of the younger generation who had crossed paths with him several times. A major battle between them had long been inevitable, and now they had finally met again. To Ye Fan's slight surprise, the Shaking Light Saint Son did not step forward. He remained calm and still, showing no intention of attacking. Enveloped in divine light, with 108 divine rings circling his body, he outshone even the moon in the sky, appearing like an unmoving deity beneath the night sky.

"Young Master, don't go yet!" Two grey-robed elders firmly gripped Xia Jiuyou's arms. On the other side, the Old Roc King also appeared, placing a hand on the Golden-winged Roc King's shoulder, making it impossible for him to move.

"I will fight you!" A man in yellow robes stepped out. He looked to be in his twenties, with a robust physique like an iron stake, and his skin gleamed with a metallic sheen.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan asked.

"I have nothing to say to you. Let me see how strong the Saint Body truly is; don't accidentally get struck dead by me right after breaking the curse!" The man in yellow spoke mockingly with a cold sneer, quite disrespectful, yet he was extremely cautious, standing far away and not approaching.

It was widely known that Ye Fan had recently resisted the heavenly tribulation, and the power and terror of his physical body were deeply shocking. Engaging him in close combat would undoubtedly be suicidal. Ye Fan said no more. He walked in the void, each step appearing and disappearing, a footwork technique akin to 'shrinking the ground into an inch,' which astonished many.

The young man in yellow dared not let him approach and decisively launched an attack. Five-colored light burst forth like beautiful fireworks, splendid and magnificent, illuminating the entire night sky. What was more alarming, of course, was the energy fluctuation. This was a "Forbidden Artifact," extremely dangerous and possessing incredible power. There were various types of Forbidden Artifacts; most could only be used a few times before being destroyed and depleted, but they possessed immense destructive power. The man in yellow clearly wasn't there for a true duel; he merely intended to use the Forbidden Artifact to eliminate Ye Fan, making him vanish from the world.

The dazzling, colorful light, like fireworks, transformed into a demonic colored cloud, covering the sky and earth, rushing towards Ye Fan and engulfing him.

"Using a Forbidden Artifact to kill someone, this is truly vicious."

"Someone must have instructed him; otherwise, how could he possess a Forbidden Artifact?!" Many spectators felt it was too much; this was not a fair duel at all. The assailant was clearly here specifically to kill Ye Fan.

Whoosh! Ye Fan instantly vanished from his spot, appearing and disappearing like flickering light or a fleeting shadow, then reappeared right before the man in yellow and struck with his fist.

"You..." The young man in yellow was shocked. No one expected Ye Fan to be so fast. Behind him, the stars and moon dimmed, and the dazzling five-colored clouds buried that part of the void, unleashing destructive energy. However, all of it was useless because Ye Fan was no longer there; he had already reached the man in yellow.

Crackle! Various lights flashed as more than a dozen weapons flew out, but all were instantly shattered by Ye Fan's golden fist, unable to stop him for even a step.

Pfft! Ye Fan's golden finger sliced through him like a peerless sharp blade, splitting the man in yellow into two halves. Ye Fan rushed through the middle as blood spurted. Killed with one blow! The man in yellow was a Four Extremities realm expert, yet he had no power to resist, being easily torn apart by Ye Fan like a scroll.

Ye Fan's clothes were unsullied by blood, and he didn't even turn his head. His gaze was sharp as he swept over the many young powerhouses in front. "Who else will come?!" Many of the younger generation changed color and fell silent. A good number of older figures were also moved. The Saint Body possessing such might right after its initial formation was extremely ominous.

"I will meet you!" A man in green robes strode over. He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was a cultivator at the fourth layer of the Four Extremities realm, almost at Grand Completion, and on the verge of entering the next Great Secret Realm.

Clang! A flash of light emanated from his body, revealing cold silver battle armor that protected him completely, shimmering with silver light. This was a treasure armor, suffused with Dao rhythm.

"This is... a Saint Lord-level battle armor!" Many were astonished. The silver battle armor was interwoven with the laws of heaven and earth, imbued with the aura of the Grand Dao, making the wearer seem incredibly ethereal, giving a sense of natural Dao and unity between heaven and man.

"Who is this person? How can he have Saint Lord-level battle armor?"

"This is a young powerhouse from the Central Plains. I just saw him emerge from behind those important figures of the Hundred Schools of Thought!" Everyone was alarmed. This was definitely a young powerhouse, likely the first formidable opponent the Saint Body would face after its initial formation, far more terrifying than the one who had just relied on the Forbidden Artifact.

"Gu Mingdao from the Central Plains," the newcomer introduced himself. This expert from the Central Plains had only his eyes exposed, shining brightly. The Saint Lord-level battle armor flowed with silver light, covering his entire body, as if he had merged with the Grand Dao. In his hand, he held a violet-gold lamp, from which beams of purple mist radiated. Thousands of auspicious rays descended, making him appear like a deity. Without a doubt, this violet-gold lamp was also a Saint Lord-level weapon, imbued with divine patterns, imbued with sentience through countless refinements, and possessing immense destructive power.

Without further words, Gu Mingdao attacked. The violet-gold lamp in his hand shot out a scorching purple light, illuminating the entire night sky with dazzling brilliance. At Ye Fan's fingertips, a small, inch-long sword appeared. With a gentle shake, it instantly expanded against the wind. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword transformed into ten zhang (approx. 33 meters) long, thick and heavy. The black sword body was inscribed with dragon patterns, as if it embodied the will of heaven and earth. As soon as this sword appeared, everyone gasped. Its origin was significant; it was carved from a Nine-Aperture Stone Man, making it a small Saint Object.

Buzz! Ye Fan wielded the ten-zhang great sword, crushing the void and striking the dazzling purple light, shattering it on the spot. With this single strike, he possessed the power of ten thousand armies.

Boom, Boom... Ye Fan, holding the large black sword, pointed it towards the southern sky and advanced step by step in the void, making the heavens tremble. His footsteps resonated like the divine drums of the Heavenly Court. With each step, people's bodies trembled, as if a mysterious Dao power was stepping on their hearts. Many quickly retreated, blood trickling from their mouths.

"The Saint Body is this powerful?!" Many were stunned.

"No wonder the young experts at the Grand Completion of the Four Extremities in the Central Plains needed to wear Saint Lord battle armor to step forward..." People were truly shocked.

Boom! The violet-gold lamp in Gu Mingdao's hand flew up and settled in the sky, hanging like a purple sun. Thousands of auspicious rays descended, and purple mist soared into the heavens. Each auspicious ray resembled a massive waterfall, with tens of thousands of them cascading down simultaneously. It was a grand and shocking sight, rumbling loudly, with purple mist surging, like tens of thousands of purple dragons connecting heaven and earth, dancing. Ye Fan was at the center, being "baptized" by tens of thousands of "great waterfalls" and "imprisoned" by tens of thousands of "great dragons." The violet-gold lamp's Dao power was boundless, manifesting destructive light to refine Ye Fan.

"This is a cultivator at Grand Completion of the Four Extremities, wielding a Saint Lord-level weapon; it's too terrifying!" Many were stunned.

Boom! Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled. A green lotus appeared beside Ye Fan. Though it had only three leaves, it embodied the meaning of Dao giving birth to all things. With a gentle shake, it instantly stabilized everything.

"Chaos Green Lotus!"

"The Saint Body manifested an anomaly! This is one of the most terrifying powers from ancient times!" Many exclaimed, their faces filled with shock.

Ye Fan, like a deity amidst the myriad descending waterfalls from the sky, walked with unhurried steps, holding the black great sword, pressing forward step by step. His steps never stopped, and his rhythm never wavered. Not even a Saint Lord-level weapon could block him. Gu Mingdao's expression changed. He wanted to recall the violet-gold lamp but found he couldn't. He had no choice but to continue channeling his divine power to refine Ye Fan with the lamp.

However, all of it was useless. The Chaos Green Lotus anomaly was extremely terrifying, completely immobilizing the divine lamp. Furthermore, within a ten-foot radius around Ye Fan, all methods were ineffective, and nothing could touch him. He regarded the thousands of purple waterfalls connecting heaven and earth as nothing, passing through them as if entering an unmanned territory. Gu Mingdao continuously retreated but could not shake him off. Ye Fan instantly arrived and, holding the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, cleaved down!

Gu Mingdao had nowhere to retreat. A silver ancient shield appeared before his arm, blocking upwards. The black great sword, heavy as a mountain, pressed down with immense force.

Clang! A heaven-shaking roar erupted, making people's eardrums feel as if they would split. This was tremendous divine might! Gu Mingdao, wearing Saint Lord-level battle armor and protected by an ancient shield interwoven with Dao and reason, was still sent flying high into the sky by the strike. One could imagine the immense force involved.

Buzz! Just then, the violet-gold lamp shook, broke free from its confinement, and flew into Gu Mingdao's hand. Ye Fan glanced at the distant sky and said nothing more. He knew that a powerful figure had secretly intervened, allowing the violet-gold lamp to escape its restraint. He advanced step by step, the black great sword pointing at Gu Mingdao from afar, heavy as a mountain, as if it could cleave open the world.

Buzz! This part of the void trembled. Ye Fan brandished the Sacred Spirit Sword, charging with the momentum of sweeping away a thousand armies. The great sword cleaved the firmament, emitting a terrifying demonic sound.

Clang! Gu Mingdao countered with the violet-gold lamp, its divine fire raging, turning the night sky purple. But still, he could not stop Ye Fan's advance. Ye Fan possessed unparalleled sharpness and unstoppable divine might.

Clang, Zheng... Ye Fan continuously swung the black holy sword. He was like an ancient war god revived, his black hair wild, his gaze sharp, his white robes fluttering, overpowering Gu Mingdao. His body was covered in a golden glow as he continuously wielded the black Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sword. He delivered a total of thirteen strikes. Even with the protection of the Saint Lord battle armor, Gu Mingdao was shaken, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

Everyone was stunned. If even weapons interwoven with Dao and reason couldn't stop Ye Fan, how could he be resisted? Gu Mingdao was strong enough, wearing Saint Lord battle armor and wielding a Saint Lord weapon, yet he was still no match, almost being shaken to death by Ye Fan.

Clang! Ye Fan delivered his final strike, sending Gu Mingdao flying five hundred zhang (approx. 1650 meters) away. Blood stained the sky. He was utterly defeated, falling into the dust.

Whoosh! A purple silk ribbon appeared, sweeping him away and disappearing into the distant sky.

"Who else wishes to fight?" Ye Fan scanned the area ahead. Everyone was deeply shocked. The Saint Body, newly formed and having just entered the Four Extremities realm, already possessed such combat power. He could now dominate the younger generation! Many fell silent. Numerous cultivators looked towards the Saint Sons and Saintesses. At this moment, only they could step forward and fight; other members of the younger generation would find it difficult to contend. The Shaking Light Saint Son, the Ji Family Divine King Body, the Jade Lake Saintess, Yao Xi, the Purple Mansion Saintess, and others showed no change in expression, though no one knew what they were thinking. Only An Miaoyi smiled faintly. Witnessing Ye Fan's combat power, her smile was captivating, her demeanor graceful and composed, radiating boundless charm.

"Let go of me!" Xia Jiuyou's voice rang out, scolding the two grey-robed elders. Seven-colored divine light burst forth from between his brows.

"Young Master, it's not too late to fight him when you reach the next realm," the two grey-robed elders advised.

"If I ascend another realm, I won't be in the Four Extremities anymore. What would be the point of killing him then?!" Xia Jiuyou's arrogance soared to the heavens. Everyone was speechless upon hearing this. The Saint Body had displayed such terrifying combat power, and yet someone dared to speak like this?! However, when they saw who it was, they all felt relieved. This was a youth who had risen rapidly like a comet, a peerless genius rarely seen throughout history. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, yet he had already reached Grand Completion of the Four Extremities and was about to advance to the next secret realm. How many could achieve this in the current era?!

"Young Master!" The two grey-robed elders' foreheads glistened with sweat.

"Step back, who exactly is the master and who is the servant?" Xia Jiuyou coldly rebuked. Though his lips were red and teeth white, extremely beautiful, he also possessed a captivating aura.

Ye Fan, with the great sword on his back, stood in the void, calmly observing everything, his expression serene. Finally, Xia Jiuyou walked forward. The two grey-robed elders could not stop him. He was supremely confident, slowly pacing through the air.

"You have finally broken the curse, and the Saint Body has just formed! You can now provide me with Saint Blood for alchemy!" Xia Jiuyou, as before, regarded Ye Fan as prey, completely disregarding his entry into the Four Extremities realm.

"You want to use me for alchemy? Do you have the ability?" Ye Fan was not angered. He calmly stared at this opponent, who was beautiful to the point of being demonic.

"What if you broke the curse? In the brilliant era before the Ancient Desolation when various kings rose together, even a Grand Completion Saint Body could hardly be considered number one in the world. There was never a lack of powerful enemies to contend with!" Xia Jiuyou sneered repeatedly, his crimson lips and pearly white teeth gleaming. He declared, "I will mercilessly defeat you and take you as my servant for eternity, to make you understand what it truly means to be number one in the world!"

"If you lose, how about you become my servant?" Ye Fan stepped forward, each step resonating like a booming war drum, shaking heaven and earth.

"I am number one under heaven. Whether in physique or cultivation, I am sufficient to overpower you." Xia Jiuyou pressed closer, his hair fluttering, making him appear ethereal and transcendent. He said, "Provide me with Saint Blood for life, and be my servant!"

Buzz! Ye Fan made his move. Against such a person, words were useless; only by overpowering them could everything be resolved.

"That's... the Immortal King Descending to the Nine Heavens!"

"One of the most terrifying anomalies from ancient times!" Everyone exclaimed, all extremely tense.

Ye Fan unleashed an anomaly, transforming into another self, seated high in the nine heavens, surrounded by Xuanhuang Qi, like an immortal looking down upon all living beings! This manifested Immortal King form extended a large hand and grabbed towards Xia Jiuyou.

Suddenly, a part of the world was isolated. Xia Jiuyou appeared to be standing in another starry sky, his expression solemn, as he confronted the Immortal King. A long, drawn-out melody began to play.

"This is... the Nine Nether Immortal Melody!"

"What?! Could he have the same physique as Gai Jiuyou? This is the terrifying Dao sound alongside the Divine Overture!" Eight thousand years ago, Gai Jiuyou emerged from the Central Plains. He was just a step away from becoming a Great Emperor, invincible throughout the world. Legend has it he passed away in the Eastern Wilderness. Many knew of this and immediately thought of that peerlessly invincible figure.