Chapter 472: Unmatched

The ancient Celestial Court once ruled the world, wielding the supreme scepter, influencing the rise and fall of human civilization, and even slaying ancient sages. Who dared to challenge it?

This was merely a fleeting thought for Ye Fan. Rebuilding the Celestial Court would be incredibly difficult. Apart from other foundational elements, merely for its legacy, he would need to acquire the "Movement" secret from the Nine Secrets.

However, this did not deter his resolve. His immediate priority was to obtain the complete inheritance. Should powerful figures from the Human World emerge at someone's behest, he could counter them as the Heavenly Court's executioner.

This was no time for contemplation. Four powerful figures from the Human World were still before him, and he needed to deal with them decisively.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Swords sang through the sky—the Blood Sword, Jade Sword, Violet Sword, and Azure Sword—like four long rainbows, piercing the heavens and earth as they shot towards Ye Fan's head.

The Vermilion Bird soared, the True Dragon roared, the White Tiger howled at the sky, and the Black Tortoise surfaced. These four immortal spirits materialized, charging together at Ye Fan. Dragons and tigers battled, tortoises and birds danced, collectively overwhelming the vast sky.

"Boom!"

From the mouths of the True Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, a scroll of Dao emerged from each. They simultaneously opened their mouths, unfolding the scrolls downwards to seal Ye Fan.

This was the Four Symbols Absolute Kill, a Human World technique for sealing space. It trapped the heavens and earth, making it impossible to move even half a step, effectively shackling the enemy.

Ye Fan felt as if he had plunged into a muddy swamp; the more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became. His entire body was squeezed by an invisible force, as if bound by chains weighing ten thousand pounds.

The eyes of the four assassins gleamed with cold light. The four swords vibrated simultaneously, and the dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird became increasingly real, exuding the might of immortal spirits.

The Dao scrolls they spat out crackled, sounding like heavenly drums beating, causing a surge of blood and qi throughout one's body, making bones tremble as if they would shatter.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan's coiled body shuddered intensely, golden blood surged, and his whole being trembled as his physique unleashed a boundless, ocean-like brute force!

"Boom!"

He shattered the shackles, soaring skyward. Then his body shifted horizontally; his dragon-shaped, curving form possessed incredible power, actually breaking through the confinement!

The Dao diagrams spread by the four immortal spirits sealed space, but they utterly failed to stop this curving human-dragon. Ye Fan emerged like a dragon from its abyss, and the restraining force was instantly torn apart like paper.

"Bang!"

The void trembled, the sky quivered, and everything became unstable. Ye Fan, transformed into a Taiji Dao mark, swept through like a divine artifact forged by a sage.

"Pop! Pop..."

Four popping sounds echoed as the dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird were all pierced through by him, unable to impede him even for a half-step. The four immortal spirit avatars wailed, then vanished into thin air.

"Rip!"

The four Dao scrolls they held were also torn apart by Ye Fan with his bare hands like tattered rags, turning into nothingness in an instant. Surging Dao power dispersed in all directions.

"Run!"

Seeing that the spatial cage they had set up couldn't hold Ye Fan, the four masters from the Human World all blanched. With swift decisiveness, they turned and fled into the distant sky.

"You came to kill me, and now you think you can just leave?!" Ye Fan's skull had nearly been pierced, almost costing him his life, and blood still trickled from his black hair.

Golden blood streamed down his face. His gaze was cold, his expression resolute, as he swiftly struck out, sharp and overbearing, holding nothing back.

"Pfft!"

Ye Fan flashed past. The fourth person was bisected by his curving body, as if sliced by a divine weapon; the cut was clean, and only after a moment did blood spurt out.

Everyone observing the battle was awestruck. Ye Fan, continuously slaying the Human World's elite disciples, displayed terrifying power that unsettled them. Truly, the Doomed Sacred Body was not to be underestimated.

The remaining three split up to escape, but they couldn't match Ye Fan's speed. In nearly an instant, he caught up to another, his right hand transforming into pure Yang energy, pressing forward like flawless white jade.

"Clang!"

That person hastily retaliated, but their green longsword shattered instantly, and blood flowed from their tiger's mouth, their body gushing blood from the immense impact.

"Thud!"

Ye Fan swung his fist down with crushing force, like a great mountain descending, leaving the assassin no escape but to face it head-on.

"Pfft!"

This was a devastating force. Ye Fan, transformed into a dragon-shaped Dao mark, possessed terrifying Dao power capable of shattering all obstacles. He instantly shattered the person's arms and pulverized their body into a bloody pulp.

He swept past, pursuing the other two. The woman in white had already been halted by the array patterns hastily set up by Black Emperor, while the other was entangled by Li Heishui.

"Buzz!"

The void vibrated. Ye Fan's coiled body moved at terrifying speed, truly like a dragon soaring across the sky. He instantly charged forward, bypassing Li Heishui, and engaged in bare-handed combat.

This person was clearly very powerful, unleashing immense magical energy to constantly resist and temporarily block Ye Fan. However, with the Sacred Body closing in to such a close range, he completely lost the initiative.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan broke through the spatial restraints, transforming into a golden flash. His hands vibrated simultaneously, as true Yin and true Yang merged. With a deafening boom, he caused that expanse of sky to collapse, and a mountain peak below crumbled.

This powerful elite disciple spat blood, their body cracking all over, and was sent flying backward. Their eyes showed terror as they activated the Human World's divine stealth technique, attempting to vanish into nothingness.

Ye Fan scoffed. After cultivating the divine eye, nothing could hide from him. Without a moment's delay, his dragon-shaped body shot out like an arrow.

"Boom!"

His left hand, black as ink, represented a point of true Yin within the Taiji divine diagram. It slammed down, transforming into a black hole that plummeted.

The sky trembled as an endless, terrifying storm surged. The black hole devoured everything; boulders and ancient trees from the mountaintop below were all uprooted and pulled into it.

"Pfft!"

This master's body was torn into four pieces, blood splattering everywhere. Limbs and torso separated, then turned to dust and disappeared into the black hole.

No one was not horrified. The Human World's "Flying Immortals from Beyond the Sky" technique, where man and sword become one, had sent seven masters to kill, but six of them had been successively slain by Ye Fan.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan soared through the air, following a profound yet heart-stopping trajectory, and arrived close to the woman in white. The temporary array patterns set up by Black Emperor had failed to stop her, and she had already escaped.

This woman was not particularly beautiful, even quite ordinary, easily overlooked in a crowd. Yet, it was she who had nearly pierced Ye Fan's skull.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan charged forward, striking her jade-green divine sword with his finger. Sparks flew, and the aftermath shattered the peak of a tall mountain below as he clashed with her in battle.

"Whoosh!"

The woman in white's movements were exceedingly strange, like an eel swimming through the void, making it difficult for anyone to land a full-force blow. She constantly hid herself in space, delivering fierce strikes from the shadows each time.

Ye Fan possessed unparalleled brute strength. After transforming into a Taiji Dao mark, he was unstoppable, and his speed reached its peak. Although the woman in white was nimble and elusive, she still could not evade his sharp edge.

Ye Fan's fists shattered the sky with every blow, each a heavy strike, combined with his terrifying speed. He was like a god of slaughter, irresistible.

"Boom!"

With every punch, a golden surge of blood and qi erupted skyward, as if an invincible holy spirit. His eyes were deep, his black hair danced, and his hands were sharp, tearing the heavens apart with his bare fists.

Every one of Ye Fan's strikes was terrifying beyond compare. He seemed to be wielding the entire world with his movements, almost completely suppressing the woman in white.

Had it not been for her strange movements, she would have long been pulverized, for even the arrogant Golden-Winged Little Peng King could not withstand such domineering divine power.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's golden blood and qi surged skyward, as if ten thousand true dragons ascended from within him. The sight was incredibly fearsome; each time he swung his massive hand, he crushed the void.

"Thud!"

The woman in white was gushing blood, her skin cracking from the immense pressure. Unable to bear it any longer, the green killing sword in her hand shattered into fragments with a bang.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan, like an eternal divine furnace radiating light, swept past with his dragon-shaped curving "Dao body." His fist power was immense, and endless golden radiance flooded the high sky.

"Pfft!"

This powerful woman in white was pounded into a bloody pulp by him, completely slain. She died beneath the vast sky, ultimately leaving behind only a drifting mist of blood.

All the masters dispatched by the Human World had been executed!

Including the earlier gray-clothed man, Ye Fan had slain a total of eight assassins. This series of conflicts and battles was nothing short of a thunderous storm.

He had battled the Golden-Winged Little Peng King for nearly five thousand rounds, and was originally heavily wounded. Yet, he still managed to break the Human World's assassination plot and eliminate everyone, relying solely on his own strength.

At this moment, only "dominant" and "overbearing" could describe him, chilling every observer's heart. This was the might of the Sacred Body.

"Does he truly not have much life left? With only half a month of lifespan, he still possesses such terrifying combat power..."

"Thankfully, his life is nearing its end. Otherwise, he would be an unparalleled formidable enemy to all the Holy Sons!"

Feng Huang found it hard to remain calm. Beneath her five-colored mask, her stunning face showed disturbance, and the light in her beautiful eyes flickered, uncertain.

Yao Xi, the Purple Mansion Holy Son, Zhao Fa, and others also found it difficult to calm their minds. All were deep in thought, each with different considerations.

All the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens felt immense pressure. No one now dared to claim they could decisively overpower Ye Fan, and few remained who could truly contend with him!

At this moment, a paramount figure of the younger generation, Ji Haoyue—the Divine King Body of the Ji Family—stared fixedly ahead, his eyes deep.

In the world, everyone said that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King could contend with the Divine Body, but no one truly knew how powerful Ji Haoyue was.

Now, his expression was unruffled, battle scenes constantly appearing in his eyes. It was extremely mysterious, and many who noticed felt a chill in their hearts!

"This is the Divine King Body's innate Heavenly Evolution Divine Art; he is re-enacting the recent battle!"

Ji Haoyue was analyzing the recent battle. Seeing him so calm and composed, everyone gasped. They knew he was capable of fighting the Sacred Body!

The Ji Family's Divine King Body did not make many moves. When people gauged the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's combat strength, they always used him as a benchmark, almost forgetting the fact that he was the true King of the Eastern Wasteland.

The Ji Family was descended from an ancient Great Emperor. The Void Ancient Scripture recorded peerless sacred arts, containing the flawless and complete secrets of a Great Emperor!

However, few in the world knew what peerless divine arts were recorded on the final pages of the Void Ancient Scripture, though it was rumored to be unparalleled in the world.

If the Divine King Body were to fully display them, how terrifying would that be? Thinking of this question, everyone involuntarily shivered.

Here, another person exhibiting a peculiar demeanor was the Shaking Light Holy Son. His hair was light and swayed with the wind, and his eyes were like deep pools.

His gaze flickered continuously, as if worlds were constantly being destroyed and created. It was an awe-inspiring sight, but he quickly smiled and returned to his normal state.

"Who exactly invited these Human World masters to kill me...?" Ye Fan wondered to himself, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Among the many strong figures present, mostly young ones, each felt a jolt in their heart when his sharp gaze swept over them. They dared not meet his eyes directly, feeling an urge to retreat.

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