Chapter 595: Ancient Emperor Teng

The golden celestial stele pressed down, crashing onto Wang Chong’s back and sending him tumbling into a pile of chaotic rocks. Boulders rolled, dust billowed, and the scene became a mess.

“Crash!” Nine-year-old Wang Chong struggled fiercely, flattening a patch of stone forest. His clothes were torn, his hair disheveled, and his eyes blazed with fury. Accustomed to success from a young age, he had never suffered such a great loss.

“Ye Fan!” His eyes glared, veins throbbing on his forehead, and his expression was terrifying. Although only nine, he displayed a ferocious and incredibly savage demeanor.

“Roar...” Dragon roars echoed one after another. He formed dragon seals with both hands, conjuring a total of eighteen green dragons—double the previous number. Each was much larger, spanning the sky like eighteen mountain ranges, radiating an oppressive aura.

“Boom!” The eighteen green dragons, vast and boundless, mighty and powerful, simultaneously attacked, intending to devour Ye Fan. Even before they reached him, hundreds of thousands of cracks appeared in the ground.

Each great fissure stretched for several miles, a terrifying sight. This scorched land seemed on the verge of collapsing and disappearing entirely, a true sign of impending doomsday.

“This little brat still won't give up!” Ye Fan walked amidst the green dragons. Every movement of his hands and feet contained profound principles, as if he were manifesting a profound scripture, infinitely mysterious.

“Thud,” “Thud”... With one palm, he smashed a green dragon's head into a bloody pulp. He then lifted his foot and broke another green dragon, whose massive, blood-drenched body plummeted from the sky.

Ye Fan continuously attacked with his golden hand seals, delivering eighteen consecutive blows that obliterated all eighteen green dragons. Then, he advanced step by step towards Wang Chong.

“Boom!” Suddenly, Wang Chong opened his mouth and spat out a war chariot. Though only an inch high, it emitted a deafening roar as it rumbled towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's expression hardened. He vaguely felt something was wrong, so he retreated sideways. Then, he raised a gleaming steel ring and struck with it like a flash of lightning.

“Clang!” The gleaming Vajra Bangle struck the war chariot, which had magnified to over a meter high. However, it was instantly knocked away, and a cracking sound was heard.

“This is...” Ye Fan's pupils contracted. The Vajra Bangle, a magical artifact he had seized from Yaoguang and interwoven with principles of Dao, was shattered into two halves by a single collision with this ancient chariot.

“Rumble!” The ancient war chariot rapidly enlarged, reaching ten meters in length. Carved with true dragons and entirely black, it surged forward like a rushing flood, carrying an endlessly terrifying aura.

“Bang!” Ye Fan pushed a sun and a moon with his left and right hands, golden light overflowing from his entire body. The sun and moon, as large as millstones, rumbled as they moved, making him resemble a deity patrolling the heavens.

The fierce sun and the silver moon, their light pouring out like waterfalls, surged outwards, illuminating the void until it shimmered. They all struck the ancient war chariot, producing a tremendous sound.

“Boom!” The black ancient war chariot, inscribed with true dragons, stopped, but Ye Fan's arms felt numb. This was the first time his physical body's attack on a magical artifact had been thwarted, making it hard to imagine how powerful this war chariot was.

“A King-level War Chariot!” Ye Fan's heart sank. This was a King's Armament, refined by an unparalleled King, surpassing even Holy Lord-level weapons. No wonder the Vajra Bangle shattered instantly.

“Rumble, rumble, rumble...” The black ancient war chariot charged again, its terrifying aura becoming even more intense. It resembled an ancient fierce beast, emitting bursts of dark light, and arrived in an instant.

Ye Fan shifted sideways by a thousand meters, dodging aside. However, the war chariot, like a phantom, instantly reached him, having completely locked onto him. Like a surging flood, its dark light engulfed the heavens and earth.

“Boom!” The King's divine weapon radiated an aura like a rainbow, sweeping aside all obstacles. Loose rocks and cliff faces rapidly turned to dust. An ordinary Dragon Transformation Realm expert would have long been crushed; it was like a giant hand of a god or demon pressing down.

This was Ye Fan's first time facing such a weapon. Although his physical body was solid, after this ancient war chariot revived and became interwoven with the brilliance of laws, he found himself unable to contend with it head-on.

He retreated for several kilometers, during which a mountain range below was completely crushed by the ancient war chariot, collapsing into endless dust and stirring up clouds of smoke and dust that filled the sky.

This ancient chariot was devastating, almost unstoppable. It was a King's Armament left by an unparalleled existence on the level of God King Jiang Taixu.

“Ye Fan, aren't you the unparalleled Holy Body? Today, I will crush your arrogant physical body into a bloody pulp in front of everyone, making you a pile of mud under my chariot wheels!”

Although Wang Chong was young, his temperament was quite violent. Standing on the black dragon chariot, he moved at extreme speed, charging forward with a ferocious expression and soaring arrogance.

“A King's divine weapon consumes a vast amount of energy. How long can you sustain it?” Ye Fan smiled faintly, not confronting it directly, and rapidly retreated.

“It's enough to crush you under my chariot wheels!” Standing on the ancient war chariot, Wang Chong took out a small jade bottle. He pulled out the stopper, and a fragrant scent immediately flowed out as he poured a drop of liquid into his mouth.

Inside, there were over ten drops of dragon marrow. Each drop was as large as a grape, yet they did not mix, resembling individual golden agates, sparkling and captivating.

Many people watched, feeling that this young boy's fortune was too heaven-defying. To kill Ye Fan, he casually used dragon marrow to replenish his divine power, making one wonder how much benefit he had gained from falling into a dragon's cave.

Originally, Ye Fan had planned to wait until Wang Chong exhausted his divine power and could no longer activate the ancient war chariot before making his move. However, seeing him about to squander dragon marrow, Ye Fan no longer delayed.

“Clang!” Nine weapons appeared beside him: a jadeite knife, a purple jade sword, a crimson jade spear, a black jade halberd, a white jade shield... nine jade weapons in total. Each was less than three inches long, warm, lustrous, and crystalline, emitting a soul-stirring aura.

“Swish!” Ye Fan picked up a two-inch-long purple jade sword, charged forward, and with a powerful chop, a purple light pierced the sky, instantly cleaving the vast world into two halves.

On the ground, a rumbling sound echoed as a great rift valley, over ten kilometers long, stretched into the distance, destroying everything in its path. Mountains and barren ridges were all ruined.

“Clang!” The black war chariot instantly stopped after being struck. Wang Chong's body trembled violently, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Ye Fan switched to another jade weapon, clutching a three-inch-long black jade halberd in his right hand, as he descended from the sky.

“Boom!” The halberd's tip was devastating, cleaving through the dark light and piercing into the ancient war chariot. Ye Fan calmly landed and stood on the chariot.

“You... what kind of weapon is that?” Wang Chong was greatly astonished. The war chariot was a King's Armament, always effective, capable of killing cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm as easily as tearing a painting.

He never expected that today someone would break in and get so close that the black jade halberd was almost piercing his eyes.

“Don't think you're the only one with a King-level weapon. The war chariot is good, but it's not something you can control. Leave it for me to use as transportation.” Ye Fan put away his nine divine weapons and struck forward with a golden hand seal.

“Bang!” At such close range, Wang Chong had nowhere to dodge. He extended his small hands to resist, but the impact caused the webbing between his thumb and forefinger to split open.

Ye Fan was surprised. He thought he could shatter all of Wang Chong's bones, but to his surprise, only the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split, with blood flowing freely.

“His physical body is decent; let's try again.” Ye Fan's palms and fingers turned a blazing golden-red, becoming even more resplendent. His entire body glowed like colorful glazed glass, and golden blood energy soared into the sky.

“Bang!” This time, Wang Chong cried out loudly, spitting blood as his arms broke, no longer able to resist.

“I'm truly curious, how could you temper your physical body to such a state at such a young age?” Ye Fan pressed forward.

Behind them, all the Holy Sons changed color. It was rumored that Wang Chong had drunk dragon blood and, despite his young age, possessed an indestructible Vajra body, which even a divine monk from Buddhism had praised.

However, at this moment, his bones were still broken by Ye Fan's strike. He simply couldn't withstand a single physical blow from the Holy Body, which was astonishing.

“Slap!” Ye Fan's golden hand seal struck down again. This time, he used eighty percent of his strength. Young Wang Chong spat out a mouthful of blood, and seven or eight of his bones snapped.

“Indeed, you have some tricks. If it were a half-step Great Power, they would have long been smashed into pulp by me. Yet you can still endure.”

Ye Fan was praising him, but Wang Chong's face turned crimson upon hearing these words. His blood surged, and he was filled with extreme rage, feeling this was a profound humiliation.

“My brother will avenge me!” Wang Chong's eyes blazed with fury, defiant and unyielding, “By then, you'll have no place to be buried!”

“Slap!” Ye Fan slapped him on the head. “Still talking tough?” he said. “Can your brother compare to a Great Power? They couldn't kill me either.”

“What are they compared to him?” nine-year-old Wang Chong shouted. “My brother is rumored to be a reincarnated ancient emperor. He can exterminate you with a single finger! Don't think you're fast; even if you escape to the ends of the earth, he'll drag you out!”

“Slap!” Ye Fan slapped his head again. “I'll wait for him to find me,” he said. “For now, let's deal with you. Hand over all your treasures.”

He began a blatant robbery. He first snatched the bottle of jade marrow into his hand, then sent Wang Chong flying out of the chariot. With a flash of light, the ancient war chariot shrunk to over an inch tall, appearing in his palm. He wiped away its mark and put it away.

“Give it back! Those are my treasures!” Wang Chong screamed in exasperation. Only at this moment did he truly resemble a child who had lost his beloved possessions.

“Give you nothing!” Ye Fan grabbed him, then searched his Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, and other areas, taking out a pile of treasures.

There were many valuable items: no less than a dozen ancient medicines over ten thousand years old, all capable of saving lives. There were also three bottles of dragon marrow, each containing over ten drops, their golden color clearly indicating their superior quality.

Additionally, there was a jade stele carved with an image of the True Dragon Seal. It was intricate and profound, clearly an unpassed divine art, requiring careful study and comprehension.

“You're truly a good child. With so many treasures, I don't know how to thank you,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

The ancient war chariot was a King's Armament, as valuable as the Nine Divine Weapons, possessing immeasurable value. If put up for auction, even Holy Lords would contend for it, as its destructive power was terrifying and almost impossible to contend with.

Dragon marrow contained fragments of laws. If cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm used it to aid their enlightenment, they could achieve twice the results with half the effort, possessing infinite wondrous uses.

The True Dragon Seal was on the same level as the Mountain-Embracing Seal and Human King Seal. Ye Fan vaguely felt there might be some connection, making it a treasured secret art.

“Ye Fan, even if you kill me, you won't live long yourself! Just wait!” Wang Chong screamed loudly as Ye Fan raised his hand to press down. “My brother will surely seal you in the netherworld forever, making your life worse than death!”

“So violent at such a young age,” Ye Fan said. “I should eliminate you, this little menace, sooner.” He extended a finger and pointed it towards Wang Chong's glabella.

“Oh no,” cried one observer, “if that person finds out we just stood by and watched his brother die, he'll probably attack us too!”

Behind them, everyone's expressions changed. Many people made their move, various magical artifacts striking forward together.

“Ding!” Ye Fan casually took a two-inch-long jadeite knife from the nine divine weapons encircling him. He swept it towards the sky, and the jade weapon emitted a soft chime.

An emerald green blade light, like a vast green sea, swept across, instantly turning all eleven magical artifacts in the sky into dust that fell like powder.

Two other people screamed miserably, cleaved into two halves and dying tragic deaths, their bodies plummeting from the sky.

“He has a King's Armament... we can't stop him at all. What do we do?” The group of people turned pale.

“We've already done our best,” some people quickly retreated, “His brother can't say anything; there's no way to blame us.”

Ye Fan's golden finger pointed towards Wang Chong's glabella. Even before it neared, the finger's power had already permeated, shimmering with golden light.

Cracks appeared on Wang Chong's glabella, and blood seeped out. His face was pale, and he couldn't move.

“Boom!” Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth. Wang Chong's glabella emitted ten thousand rays of divine light, as if a gate to a world had opened, releasing countless auspicious rays.

Ye Fan quickly retreated. He sensed a dangerous fluctuation and used the Nine Divine Weapons to shield himself.

This was a very mysterious scene. From Wang Chong's glabella, a gate to a world opened, and a golden ancient war chariot flew out, bearing a tall figure like a god or demon.

“It's him, Ancient Emperor Wang Teng!” “How could he be inside Wang Chong's glabella?”

Those Holy Son-level figures exclaimed in surprise, stopping in the distant mountains, all showing looks of astonishment.

The golden ancient war chariot rumbled as it flew out. The figure on it had disheveled black hair, a chiseled face, and bronze skin. His physique was powerful and robust, and his entire body was enveloped in soaring golden light, like an Emperor of Heaven descending.

Furthermore, surrounding him were nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine Black Tortoises, shimmering with divine radiance and transforming into the Four Symbols that encircled him.

This was practically an image of the Heavenly Emperor's descent, guarded by the Four Symbols of the starry sky. Wang Teng, with his disheveled hair fluttering, stood on the central war chariot, radiating boundless light, overlooking the world majestically, as if patrolling the heavens.

Ye Fan was astonished. This person's aura was too powerful, beyond anything even older generation figures could compare to. It was an intrinsic and formidable potential.

Dragons and phoenixes harmonized, white tigers roared to the sky, and Black Tortoises opened seas. Ten thousand layers of golden light shimmered, dazzling and brilliant. Wang Teng stood unmoving on the ancient war chariot, his gaze profound.

“It's really him!” All the Holy Son-level figures changed color.

Wang Teng, known as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, was born in the Northern Plains. As early as fifteen years old, he was already unrivaled among the younger generation there. Now, ten years later, almost no one knew what realm he had reached.

Everyone claimed he was simply a reincarnated Great Emperor, because his growth trajectory was too similar to that of the Great Emperors in human history, even surpassing them in some aspects.

Anyone who understood his talent was astonished to the point of fear. No one was not awestruck; if compared to him, one would feel their own existence was a tragedy.

Moreover, this person possessed great fortune. In his teens, he had once entered the world for training, coming alone to the Eastern Wasteland. After just one trip, he obtained one of the Nine Secrets and returned to the Northern Plains.

This was only what the outside world knew. As for what ancient arts he truly mastered, no one fully knew, not even his own clan members.

Ye Fan's heart felt a chill. This person, known as a reincarnated ancient emperor, was extremely mysterious and powerful, possessing an aura that defied the heavens, causing one to tremble.

On the golden war chariot, ten thousand rays of light illuminated him like an ancient emperor. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine Black Tortoises guarded him at the center. The Four Symbols creatures actually flashed with terrifying lightning—a terrifying aura only achieved after experiencing over a dozen heavenly tribulations!