Chapter 596: Battle King Teng

A gate to the world appeared on Wang Chong’s brow, and from it flew a golden ancient war chariot. Dragons, phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises harmonized, radiating immense light that soared into the sky.

Wang Teng, rumored to be the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, stood at the chariot’s center, resembling Emperor Ziwei inspecting the heavens or a Celestial Emperor descending, encircled by the four divine spirits.

Ye Fan stood a hundred feet away, filled with inexplicable astonishment. This person possessed an immense and unprecedented aura that was utterly astounding. His surging energy was like a swirling galaxy, overwhelming the heavens and earth, terrifying beyond compare. The dazzling light was so intense it obscured the sky and sun, making it impossible to look directly at him.

“How could he emerge from Wang Chong’s brow?” Ye Fan wondered, not quite believing it. He opened his divine eyes to examine closely.

Behind him, the dozen or so Saint Child-level figures had already paled. They had seen this divine being before, but fear still gripped their hearts. Surrounded by the four spirits, like a reincarnated Celestial Emperor, he radiated dazzling divine light and surging vitality, filling them all with an intrinsic dread that left them unable to resist.

“Not his true body, but a portion of his divine consciousness!”

After observing with his Source Heaven Divine Sense, Ye Fan’s heart tightened. This was not a flesh-and-blood person at all, but merely a divine consciousness as vast as the sea. “How powerful must he be to manifest such a wisp of divine consciousness and reside within his younger brother’s brow…”

Ye Fan was startled like never before. He had never encountered such a terrifying young opponent, one who completely defied imagination, akin to Emperor Ziwei. A mere wisp of divine consciousness transformed into a Celestial Emperor, surrounded by four spirits, carried by a golden war chariot—this was the manifestation of his divine consciousness. How many throughout history could manifest like this?!

“No wonder there’s lightning—this divine consciousness has endured over a dozen heavenly tribulations. At a conservative estimate, it has long surpassed the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.” Ye Fan’s heart jolted. Could this person truly rival a Saint Lord? The thought made him gasp. He was undefeated among the younger generation of Beiyuan at fifteen. Ten years had passed; to what terrifying stage had he advanced? No one could say. The claim of him being a reincarnated ancient emperor hinted at his incredible achievements. He could truly be compared to the Great Emperors of human history at the same age.

Wang Chong was very surprised, having not expected a wisp of his brother's imprint to constantly reside in his brow. He shouted, “Big brother, help me kill him!”

Boom!

Ye Fan became extremely solemn. The golden lake in his brow transformed into a small golden figure, sitting cross-legged in the void. It inhaled and exhaled the essence of heaven and earth, radiating brilliant light. At the same time, several grand phenomena appeared around him: a magnificent landscape floated and sank, an Immortal King sat high on the nine heavens, and a green lotus accompanied him. These were not yet complete; they were supposed to be a single phenomenon but had not fully evolved. Instead, they manifested as several of the strongest ancient phenomena. A golden divine sea surged beneath his feet, its waves striking the nine heavens. A Yin-Yang diagram rotated behind him, with the energies of life and death circulating.

Ahead, Wang Teng stood majestically, his figure heroic and towering. He was in unity with heaven and man; with every breath, divine light flooded the world, enveloping him in infinite radiance, as if a Great Emperor had emerged from ancient times. He did not make a move. His eyes were profound, with stars appearing and vanishing. His expression was indifferent, showing no reaction. Everything external seemed insignificant, unable to stir his fundamental resolve.

Upon seeing Ye Fan’s various phenomena, Wang Chong was startled and asked, “Big brother, are these the kind of phenomena you said are difficult to fully form even after a lifetime of arduous cultivation?”

The tall man on the golden war chariot still did not speak, remaining calm and composed. However, the stars in his eyes now appeared and vanished more rapidly.

Ye Fan’s heart jolted. Golden vital energy surged skyward, causing his entire body’s essence to boil. He cut off everything external, for he sensed an inexplicable aura. “Heavenly Eye—Eye of the Mind!” He instantly considered this possibility: the man before him had likely developed the Heavenly Eye and was observing the secrets of his body. Ye Fan felt a chill. If this were true, the man was terrifyingly formidable. To develop a Martial Heavenly Eye in his twenties was truly frightening.

Although Wang Chong was arrogant towards outsiders, he was as obedient as a kitten before his elder brother. Seeing him silent, Wang Chong dared not speak carelessly.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the golden war chariot moved, crushing through the high sky, charging towards Ye Fan. Wang Teng formed a dragon seal with his hand, suppressing everything as if a Celestial Emperor vanquishing demons.

Boom!

His surging energy and terrifying fluctuations were like a collapsing starfield, incomparable to Wang Chong’s. In an instant, he unleashed eighty-one true dragons. Dragon roars shook the four directions, making mountains and earth tremble. They reverberated through the cosmos, deafening. Each of the eighty-one heavenly dragons was like an eternal deity, mighty and terrifying.

Clang!

Ye Fan unleashed the Human King Seal, overturning heaven and earth. The co-lord of humanity descended, looking down on all creation. He struck at the eighty-one heavenly dragons, causing gusts of wind and thunder, and incessant rumbles. Explosions roared across the sky. Heavenly dragons as vast as mountain ranges and the co-lord of humanity engaged in fierce combat. The two sides fought relentlessly, their various lights shattering the void.

Finally, the golden war chariot stopped, unable to advance further. The figure upon it, resembling a god or demon, stood unmoving, enveloped in golden light. Wang Teng remained expressionless, uttering no words. True dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises coiled around him. Millions of rays of light protected the central Celestial Emperor.

Clang!

The Nine Divine Weapons floated and sank, swirling around Ye Fan. Each was warm, lustrous, and crystalline, emitting a soft hum. He held a three-inch long crimson jade spear in his hand and pressed forward. At the same time, various phenomena clearly emerged around him. Even if his opponent was powerful, he was merely a wisp of divine consciousness, and Ye Fan intended to annihilate him in one swift strike.

“My big brother has survived over a dozen heavenly tribulations! This divine consciousness, infused with lightning, is already indestructible!” Wang Chong shouted, staring intently at Ye Fan. “Even though his true body isn't here, this is enough to cut down all cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm!” Wang Chong was ready to deliver a killing blow to vent his anger once Ye Fan was defeated.

In the distance, the dozen or so Saint Child-level figures all looked pale. To be born in the same era as such a figure was truly a tragedy; no matter how brilliant they were, they were merely green leaves to him.

Clang!

Suddenly, Wang Teng slowly drew a golden holy sword from his back. With every inch it emerged, tens of thousands of rays of holy light burst forth, dazzling to the eye. At the same time, an ocean-like power surged in all directions. The distant Saint Child-level figures all changed color, instinctively retreating, feeling an incomparable and powerful fighting intent. This was a terrifying will of "who but I?" and "only I am supreme," as if he intended to control the entire world, holding everything in his grasp.

“The divine artifact that survived the heavenly tribulations with big brother—the Heavenly Emperor Sword!” Wang Chong cried out, very excited. An extremely chilling aura spread. With every inch the crimson-gold Heavenly Emperor Sword rose, tens of thousands of divine powers burst forth, causing the distant mountain ranges to collapse. This was not a manifestation of divine consciousness, but a golden holy sword. Finally, with a loud clang, it appeared in Wang Teng’s hand. He stood on the ancient war chariot and swung it forcefully forward.

Boom!

Heaven and earth turned upside down. Ye Fan moved with the Nine Divine Weapons, charging forward to engage Wang Teng, who wielded the Heavenly Emperor Sword. Various lights shimmered, the earth was torn apart, mountains collapsed, and the high sky crumbled. The area became a land of destruction. Nothing remained visible except shimmering lights and shattered void, quickly transforming into a chaotic expanse.

Clang, clang… The Nine Divine Weapons glittered, pressing down with force. At the same time, phenomena like "Immortal King Descending on Nine Heavens" also plunged down like deities.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Wang Teng pulled Wang Chong onto the golden ancient war chariot and flew away, speeding towards the horizon. After all, he was only a wisp of divine consciousness and could not sustain a prolonged battle.

“Big brother… even though it's just a wisp of divine consciousness, it grew amidst heavenly tribulations and can destroy all powerful cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm,” Wang Chong muttered, deeply unwilling. “Has the Sacred Body's combat power surpassed the ninth transformation of Dragon Transformation?”

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

Ye Fan wielded the Nine Divine Weapons, manifesting phenomena such as "Immortal King Descending on Nine Heavens," the golden divine sea, and the chaotic green lotus. He intended to kill his opponent in one decisive blow. Behind them, everyone was stunned. Someone dared to pursue Wang Teng, a supreme master who made even elder figures tremble, yet he had retreated. However, upon closer thought, they were relieved. After all, it was just a powerful wisp of divine consciousness; his true body had not arrived. If it had, no one knew how terrifying his combat power would be.

Ye Fan’s speed was incredible; he was almost catching up to the golden ancient war chariot. Just then, a black hole appeared in the void. The war chariot plunged in and vanished. He stood rooted to the spot, lost in thought. This was an unimaginably formidable enemy. He already possessed the potential to surpass elder figures, and his future achievements were limitless. “At a conservative estimate, he must have surpassed Dragon Transformation…”

Ye Fan pondered for a moment, then, holding the Nine Divine Weapons, turned back. The dozen or so Saint Child-level figures who had come to encircle him were still there. “Where do you think you’re going?!” This time, his attack was exceedingly fierce. Several exquisite and beautiful jade artifacts—a purple jade sword, a green jade saber, a white jade shield, a crimson jade spear, a black halberd, and others—all flew out. Ye Fan, like a god of slaughter, held the green jade saber, consecutively striking twelve magical artifacts. With one slice, he severed the head of a prodigy, and blood spurted skyward.

These people already had no desire to fight. Seeing a head fly dozens of feet high, they were even more terrified. They scattered in all directions; no one was willing to fight to the death. In truth, they represented a very strong fighting force, but unfortunately, they lacked any will to fight and only wanted to escape. Thus, Ye Fan moved as if in an unpopulated land. He conjured the purple jade sword, splitting another person in two.

Pffft!

Ye Fan made another ruthless move. The crimson jade spear flew up, drawing a dazzling bloody arc. It pierced through someone’s head, pinning them to the rock wall, dead on the spot. A chorus of surprised cries erupted as these individuals scattered and fled, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Ye Fan pursued them, killing four more before finally stopping.

At this moment, the Grand Cultivators of the Yin-Yang Sect also arrived. An area of a thousand li in radius was sealed. They were unhurried, seeing Ye Fan escape once more but not worrying. The formation patterns were shrinking, gradually reducing the scope, at which point Ye Fan would have no escape.

The sky was hazy, with Yin and Yang energies flowing. Ye Fan frowned. He finally decided to take a risk and charged forward using the “Movement” secret art. Deafening sounds erupted as various light blades struck, accompanied by lightning and thunder. He had finally triggered the vast formation patterns, but the “Movement” secret art ultimately proved effective. Ye Fan endured the attacks and forced his way through, then used the Nine Divine Weapons to clear a path. He painstakingly advanced for dozens of li, finally escaping the formation patterns.

A colossal black hand slapped down, filling the void. It was as black as ink, interwoven with laws, and struck towards Ye Fan. The Grand Cultivator, alerted, rushed over immediately.

Clang!

Ye Fan forcefully broke through the formation patterns, finally breaching the last sealed barrier of light. He shot away like lightning, escaping the sealed area.

“What?! Ye Fan killed seven or eight Saint Child-level figures, and almost killed Wang Teng’s younger brother?!”“This Ye Zhetian is truly uninhibited! He dared to fight someone rumored to be a reincarnated ancient emperor. This matter won't end well!”“So this is the prodigy from the Eastern Wasteland. Although he didn’t appear in the Qishi Mansion, he still came to Zhongzhou after all.”

In the Qishi Mansion, many young talents were extremely surprised upon hearing the news.