Chapter 594: Ancient Emperor's Younger Brother

The Yin-Yang Holy Son coughed up large amounts of blood, a large foot pressing onto his chest, nearly crushing his body. What an immense humiliation! The moment he made his move, he was instantly stomped out of the sky and onto the ground.

His eyes were sinister, and he couldn't utter a single word. He knew his position as Holy Son was over, and his life was likely forfeit. Though he yearned to flay Ye Fan alive, he could only think it to himself, gritting his teeth in silent fury.

"Stop!"Eighteen Saint-level figures had followed. Some shouted, each releasing their magic artifacts to attack. One person shook a purple jade bell, from which a purple phoenix flew out and swooped down.

Ye Fan joined his fingers like a blade, thrusting towards the sky. With a soft *poof*, the purple phoenix disintegrated into ash. He then struck repeatedly, and all eight magic artifacts shattered, transforming into eight streams of light that vanished into the air.

Silently, a tall figure flew from the distant mountains, extending a massive hand that chopped down.

"Boom!"Laws intertwined and divine power surged. The colossal hand seemed to cover the sky. The eight cliffs below resonated with continuous *bangs* as they all collapsed one after another.

The immense hand was as black as ink, covering the sky like a dark cloud, enveloping Ye Fan below. The ground beneath it sank dozens of feet, artificially caved in, forming a deep valley.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."Rocks flew through the air. All eighteen prodigies retreated immediately, fearing they would be swept into the conflict. A powerful being had made a move.

Ye Fan, holding the Yin-Yang Holy Son, leaped three thousand *zhang*, then traversed five thousand meters. In a few flashes, he appeared in the distant sky, where he saw an old man in green robes—a supreme expert from the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Release him," the powerful expert said calmly, standing on the mountain peak, his long robes fluttering in the breeze. He knew the Holy Son had participated in this operation with his approval, intending to lure Ye Fan out. However, he never expected that this monstrous talent from the Eastern Wasteland would stomp the Holy Son to the ground in a single encounter.

This was a humiliation for the Yin-Yang Sect. The Holy Son was their future hope, yet he proved utterly vulnerable before Ye Fan, stomped half to death in one kick. This was akin to a slap in their face.

"You tell me to release him, and I'll release him?" Ye Fan held his captive upside down, head-first, as if he were carrying a dead fish.

"You...""This is...""Ye Fan, killing someone is one thing, but you're going too far!"Figures began to appear from all directions. All of them paled upon seeing the scene. The Holy Son represented the Yin-Yang Sect's prestige, and to be carried like a chicken or duck was an act of ruthless mockery and contempt towards their sect.

"Release him, or in the future, our sect will extract your three souls and seven spirits, imprison you forever in the sea's eye, and refine you for a thousand years!"

"Ye Zhetian, don't push things to extremes!"

Hearing these words, Ye Fan burst into laughter. "You've been chasing me across the world, and you have the audacity to say such things? Is it even worth mentioning? Do you think I'll comply?!"

"Given that you are a Holy Body, a rarity of millennia, I do not wish to stifle such a talent," the supreme expert of the Yin-Yang Sect said, slowly pacing forward. "Join our sect, and you shall not die. Transform into a Yang Son, and all grievances will be erased."

"A Yang Son... to be enslaved by you?" Ye Fan immediately smiled. The sect's Yin Maidens and Yang Sons were ruthless killing machines, controlled and driven by others. Even now, his opponents were looking down on him like this, speaking such words as if he were utterly insignificant.

"Release the Holy Son, or you know, the Diviner's gifted disciple has emerged. He can calculate everything under heaven and deduce all possibilities. You'll have no escape route."

"The Diviner's gifted disciple? I will definitely seek him out," Ye Fan retorted.

"Release the Holy Son, and we will spare your body and spirit, letting you become a Guardian Yang Son of our sect." A group of people pressed in from all directions, appearing on various mountain peaks.

"So, becoming your sect's Yang Son is considered a great favor?" Ye Fan lifted the Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son, then violently hurled him towards them.

Someone reached out to catch him, but the Yin-Yang Holy Son let out a scream. Mid-air, he was torn into pieces, burst into flames, and then turned to ashes.

Ye Fan killed the Yin-Yang Holy Son right in front of them, then turned and left, dashing towards the distant sky.

"Pursue him!"A Grand Elder roared, furious beyond words. Another Holy Son had been killed, and by the same person. It was clear this would become a laughingstock, spreading throughout all the major sects.

This was utterly disgraceful. Two successive Holy Sons had been killed by Ye Fan. Could anything be more humiliating? Such an event hadn't occurred in nearly a hundred years.

"Haha..." Ye Fan laughed, "I look forward to you choosing a third Holy Son!"

"Chase him! Don't let him escape!" a Half-Step Great Power commanded. Normally, no junior would dare speak to them like this, yet this young monster repeatedly provoked them.

"No need to pursue him," said the old man in green robes from the Yin-Yang Sect. "A formidable formation has been laid out across a thousand *li*. This time, he has no wings to escape with."

Ye Fan flew towards the distant sky, seeing only a hazy horizon. Endless mist swirled, and the energies of Yin and Yang mingled, sealing off all directions.

"Formation patterns are etched into the mountains!"

He was startled. These were no ordinary formation patterns; otherwise, they couldn't possibly be so vast, encompassing hundreds of *li* in all directions.

"Ye Zhetian!"Someone shouted nearby. Eighteen experts from the Prodigy Palace appeared not far off. One of them roared, leading everyone to charge forward together.

Ye Fan hadn't paid attention while dealing with the Yin-Yang Holy Son, but now he finally noticed a monstrous talent wearing loose robes that concealed a small body.

It was a child, eight or nine years old, fair-skinned and tender, with bright, spirited eyes. Standing among the young adults, he looked strikingly out of place due to his tender age.

This was the youngest prodigy of the Prodigy Palace, who, despite being only nine, had already reached the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. When he first entered the palace, he astonished a group of elders.

"You want to kill me too?" Ye Fan chuckled.

"Don't you dare laugh!" The nine-year-old boy asserted dominantly, his expression turning cold.

"Quite a temper, aren't you?" Ye Fan burst into loud laughter.

"I said, you're not allowed to laugh! Otherwise, I'll suppress you!" The nine-year-old boy was exceedingly arrogant, pointing a finger at Ye Fan.

"Just a little brat. Go home and drink your milk. I don't have time to humor children." Ye Fan's words were rather biting.

Beside him, the other seventeen almost laughed out loud, but they all held back. They knew the child's background was terrifying and dared not offend him.

"Holy Body, how dare you disrespect me? Come here, kowtow and apologize, and I'll spare your life!" the nine-year-old boy, Wang Chong, bellowed, standing on a rock, his head held high.

Ye Fan had never seen such an arrogant child before. He was momentarily stunned. This boy was even more conceited than the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and more arrogant than Xia Jiuyou.

"Little brat, your adults really spoiled you. Today, I'll discipline you on their behalf and spank your backside into sixteen pieces."

"Ye Zhetian, you won't survive this. You've angered me, and no one in this world can save you!" Young Wang Chong said chillingly, his merciless expression somewhat incongruous with his age.

He leaped a hundred *zhang*, soaring into the high heavens. Seeing that he was about to make a move, everyone else dodged to the side, wary of his power.

Wang Chong formed a dragon seal with both hands, and like a true dragon, he let out a roar that echoed through the nine heavens. Nine green dragons materialized, shaking their heads and wagging their tails, ferocious and wild, as they lunged at Ye Fan.

"Bang," "bang"...Ye Fan unleashed nine palms, each radiating golden light thousands of feet high. Golden vital energy surged like an ancient volcano erupting, causing everyone else's expressions to change.

However, the nine golden handprints in the void did not disperse the nine dragons. Their green scales gleamed, and their powerful dragon bodies, like steel ramparts, coiled and descended.

"Whoosh..."A strong gale assailed them. The nine green dragons were mighty and robust, leaping thousands of *zhang* away. Some extended their claws, tearing cliffs apart. Others opened their gaping maws, swallowing entire mountain peaks. Still others swung their tails, and with a *bang*, collapsed an entire mountain range.

Ye Fan was astonished. Battling the nine green dragons, he hadn't expected this nine-year-old boy to be so powerful, far surpassing ordinary Holy Sons.

This child, despite his age, had reached the Fourth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm and was many times stronger than others at the same level. He could certainly kill someone at the Ninth Transformation of Dragon Transformation.

Ye Fan was amazed, realizing why he was called a monstrous talent. He was so young, yet his innate talent surpassed those so-called geniuses; there was simply no comparison.

"Roar..."Dragon roars reverberated through the sky. The nine green dragons, seemingly formed of flesh and blood, exuded powerful aura. With a single claw, they shattered a mountain peak, causing the onlookers to gasp in cold air.

"Poof"A green dragon exhaled, and a swath of green light descended. Four or five mountain peaks vanished, leaving behind scorched, barren land.

"Snap"Ye Fan's golden hand, pressed into the void, severed a green dragon. However, amidst the dripping blood, it reconnected its body and lunged down once more.

The other eight green dragons roared, collapsing a large mountain on the ground. They all swooped down, the nine dragons fighting fiercely, as if to devour the sky and tear the earth.

"You think you're invincible just because you're a Holy Body? I, Young Master, was born to slay King Bodies and Holy Bodies like you!" the nine-year-old boy, Wang Chong, roared, full of arrogance, as he formed dragon seals with his hands, driving the nine dragons into battle.

"This monster is truly terrifying. He's only nine years old. If he fully grows up, who could possibly stop him?" a Saint-level figure nearby whispered.

"He is a person of great fortune. In his youth, he fell into a dragon cave and gained immense benefits. Some say he consumed dragon blood, while others claim he ate large amounts of dragon marrow."

"A powerful expert from the Prodigy Palace studied his constitution and said he could live for at least five thousand years—that's the most conservative estimate. We truly don't know what kind of immortal treasure he obtained after falling into that dragon cave."

"However, at his age, his temperament is a bit extreme."

"There's no helping it. He found success at a young age, and he has an elder brother whom everyone in the younger generation avoids. Who would dare provoke him?"

"Ye Fan, Ye Zhetian, I don't care if you're a Holy Body or an Immortal Body, today you're dead! I'll slaughter you nine times over!" Wang Chong yelled.

"Whoosh..." The gale intensified. The nine green dragons, twisting their robust bodies, lunged down simultaneously like nine mountain ridges.

Nine Dragons Devouring Emperor!

Wang Chong formed a dragon seal, a cold and ruthless expression on his face. He used the Nine Dragons to battle and suppress Ye Fan, intending to shred him.

"This is a deadly sacred art from the Dragon Seal, 'Nine Dragons Devouring Emperor'! It can kill people across several cultivation realms!" From behind, everyone gasped, their expressions changing.

"He truly is a person of immense fortune. Falling into the dragon cave, he gained too many benefits!" Everyone was filled with extreme envy.

"Little brat, I don't have time to play with you anymore!" Ye Fan suddenly leaped up, charging directly towards the nine dragons.

"Poof!"He grabbed one of the green dragons, then forcefully tore it apart. Blood rained down—simple, direct, and incredibly violent!

"You have great fortune from falling into a dragon cave. Today, give me everything you have!" Ye Fan sneered.

"Poof!"This time, he grabbed three green dragons at once. With a roar, he shook them violently with both hands. Blood spurted, and the dragons were torn into nine pieces.

"You..." Wang Chong was shocked and enraged. He formed the dragon seal and fiercely unleashed it, causing the Nine Dragons Devouring Heaven to reappear.

"Did you truly obtain an immortal treasure from that dragon cave? It's quite extraordinary. Let me take it for you." Ye Fan didn't treat him as a child, striking decisively. His right hand transformed into a golden celestial stele, which pressed down.

"Bang!"The golden celestial stele slammed onto Wang Chong's back, sending him crashing into a pile of rubble.

"It's over! The Holy Body is doomed this time. By hitting Wang Chong, his elder brother will surely emerge. He's rumored to be the reincarnation of an ancient emperor; who can withstand that?"