Chapter 632: Chaos Ancient Emperor Talisman

Wang Chong was incredibly arrogant, acting as if he were the Northern Emperor himself. He openly disdained Li Heishui and Jiang Hairen, speaking audaciously and repeatedly threatening their lives. Though merely an eleven or twelve-year-old prodigy, he was so overbearing and arrogant, brazenly humiliating the young generation of Saint Child-level figures without a care.

Then, a massive golden foot descended from the sky, instantly stomping him into the ground. The earth quaked, sending dust billowing upwards and cracking the surface, completely reversing the situation. Wang Chong shrieked, genuinely terrified. The golden foot, several meters long and as heavy as a mountain, had broken his sternum, leaving him gasping for air and his body almost deformed.

At that moment, Ye Fan's divine ability manifested, making him ten *zhang* tall, as if cast from gold. He resembled a war god descending from the heavens, his power capable of uprooting mountains and dominating the world. Ye Fan's foot twisted and ground, like crushing an insect. Wang Chong's bones creaked throughout his body, on the verge of shattering. Although they were in the same cultivation realm, no one's physical body could compare to a Saint Body. Relatively speaking, Wang Chong was as fragile as glass, utterly unable to withstand the force. Blood spurted from his mouth, his eyes filled with venom, but he uttered no sound.

"You're asking for death, release him!" came a shout. "If you dare to kill him, you'll die without a trace today, your soul will return to the underworld, branded with the marks of the eighteen purgatories, condemned to eternal torment!"

Two loud roars erupted nearby. Two ancient creatures appeared: one was over three meters tall, covered in golden scales, while the other, two meters tall, possessed a pair of silver divine wings. Both were ferocious and menacing, their eyes like sharp knives. Yet, they dared not make a move. With just a slight increase of pressure from Ye Fan's foot, Wang Chong would undoubtedly be reduced to a pulpy mess, with not even bone fragments remaining.

"Get out of my sight!" Ye Fan bellowed, completely unconcerned. He pressed down harder with his foot, and the young prodigy shrieked, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

"You... truly have no idea what you're up against," one ancient creature blustered, threatening Ye Fan. "Our master is here; how dare you act so brazenly? You'll find death a luxury. Soon, we'll boil you down for human oil to light heavenly lanterns."

"Release him immediately, and we'll let you go," the other ancient creature roared. "Otherwise, you'll regret ever being born, unable to even find the mercy of death!"

"CRACK!" The only response was another forceful stomp. Hundreds of Wang Chong's bones instantly snapped, his body convulsed, and his face turned deathly pale with terror. At this point, only his head was visible from beneath the golden foot; the rest of his body was completely crushed, his life hanging by a thread.

Li Heishui, Jiang Hairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the others felt a rush of satisfaction. Seeing this scene, they all exhaled a long-held breath of frustration; that young prodigy's arrogance had been utterly suffocating.

"Ye Fan, how dare you try to kill me? My brother will never let you go! No matter what trump cards you possess, you won't escape death!" Wang Chong stubbornly declared. With so many onlookers, he refused to beg for mercy, not wanting to disgrace his brother. He continued to bluster.

"Release him immediately!" the two ancient creatures roared as well.

Ji Ziyue, concerned, knew that Ye Fan was no match for Wang Teng; the difference in their cultivation realms was simply too vast. She quietly urged him from behind, "Don't be impulsive."

"It's not wise to kill him here..." Liu Kou and others also murmured. The Northern Emperor's combat prowess was undeniable, and his current confrontation with the Central Emperor made all the various sect leaders wary.

"Release me at once, or you'll face the consequences!" Wang Chong shouted. Seeing their worried expressions, he realized they were indeed intimidated by his brother. He relaxed, sneering repeatedly.

"You want me to release you?" Ye Fan asked with a smile, then slowly lifted his massive foot.

"Smart move," Wang Chong spat out a mouthful of blood, beginning to push himself up.

"BANG!" Suddenly, the large golden foot descended again, this time landing directly on his face, burying half of his body into the ground.

"You... what do you want?!" Wang Chong was terrified, genuinely afraid. He mentally projected, "Don't mess around."

Ye Fan slightly shifted his foot, and the young prodigy's face was contorted with terror. A mouthful of teeth had been crushed out, and his facial features were completely disfigured.

"BANG!" Ye Fan stomped down once more. Wang Chong instantly resembled a flattened persimmon, his body mangled and utterly destroyed by the single stomp.

"Help!" the young prodigy shrieked mentally, utterly distraught and consumed by terror, no longer caring about anything else.

"Do you think I won't dare to kill you? Still acting arrogant in this state? Today, I'll stomp you to death like a cockroach!" Ye Fan sneered.

"BANG!" He retracted his divine manifestation, returning to normal human size, and stomped on Wang Chong's face once more. Wang Chong no longer bore any resemblance to a human.

Everyone was shocked. It was clear Ye Fan intended to end his life; there was no way the young prodigy could survive this.

"Stop!" The two ancient creatures, one golden and one silver, charged forward, emitting divine light, rushing like two ferocious beasts.

In the distance, Wang Teng, locked in a life-and-death battle with the Central Emperor, swiftly looked over, two terrifying, soul-piercing beams of light shooting from his eyes.

"There you go!" Ye Fan sneered, stomping down with all his might.

"Splat!" Blood splattered as the golden foot crushed Wang Chong into a pulpy mess, which then flew outward. Ye Fan's green robes remained spotless, not a single drop of blood touching them.

The powerful figures exchanged glances in stunned silence. Ye Fan was indeed incredibly audacious, having stomped Wang Teng's younger brother to death right in front of everyone. The Saint Son of Yaoguang, Yao Xi, the Great Xia Imperial Prince, the Jade Lake Saintess, Ji Haoyue, Yan Ruyu, and other old acquaintances were all present, and all were deeply moved by the sight. Many young people from the Central Plains, Southern Ridge, Western Desert, and other major regions were also present, and all were deeply shaken. How many would dare to stomp Wang Teng's brother to death right in front of him? Even seasoned elders and regional overlords were startled. The current Northern Emperor was capable of contending with all the Saint Lords, a formidable rising star feared by everyone, a true dragon among men whom few dared to provoke.

Yet, Ye Fan did exactly that, utterly uninhibited. With one foot, he crushed Wang Chong to death, eliminating this terrifyingly talented young prodigy.

"He truly has no scruples, stomping even Wang Teng's brother to death!""That really takes courage; who else would dare to do such a thing?""What a pity for that young prodigy. Although his character was lacking, his cultivation talent was rare throughout history; he was not even twelve years old yet already a powerhouse of the eighth Transformation of Dragon realm, a sight rarely seen since ancient times.""This prodigy from the Eastern Wasteland is too audacious; he dares to kill anyone. I'd wager even a Saint's brother would be slain if he treated them like that."

Everyone present, from the venerable sect leaders to the prodigies of the five regions, involuntarily drew a sharp breath.

"You...""Damn you! You actually killed our master's brother!"

The two ancient creatures went berserk, charging forward as if ablaze. Their scales clanged, and ten thousand swords seemed to unleash at once, each tiny scale transforming into a holy sword. Ye Fan wore a cold smile, completely fearless. He made no other move, simply stepping forward and stomping his foot down with force.

"BOOM!" Suddenly, a surge of green energy boiled up from the earth. Dragon-shaped pillars of energy pierced the sky, appearing one after another like sky-supporting columns. Dragon power, vast as a sea, cut off the path of the two ancient creatures.

"The Qinling Ancient Dragon has appeared!" exclaimed the Dragon-seeking Diviners from the Central Plains, their faces changing. Ouyang Ye and others from the Source Art families in the Eastern Wasteland also blanched.

"No, wait, it's a wisp of vital energy from the Qinling Ancient Dragon!" All the peculiar individuals and skilled practitioners who studied mountain ranges and earth veins were astonished. This technique was terrifying, requiring extremely advanced arcane arts to draw forth true dragon vital energy.

Ye Fan remained calm and composed, standing there fearless of the crowd. Having studied this area for over a month, he had already comprehended everything. With his Source Art, he could now contend with even a peak Saint Lord. In this place, he was invincible, capable of harnessing the power of the Qinling Ancient Dragon. He had now successfully activated the ancestral root of the earth veins.

"Huh?" Ye Fan was surprised. He saw a flash of light in the distance, and Wang Chong was painfully reassembling his body, about to reappear. A divine talisman, shimmering with strange colors, was located on his forehead.

"No wonder Wang Teng didn't come over; I was wondering why. So there's such a life-protecting talisman!" Ye Fan mused aloud. He strode forward and stomped down once more.

"Buzz!" The divine talisman flickered, trembling slightly, and instantly carried Wang Chong back a hundred *zhang*. A golden power flowed upon it, vaguely reflecting Wang Teng's shadow.

"It's Wang Teng's Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman, indestructible through all calamities! He truly cherishes Wang Chong to have given him this life-saving item," someone exclaimed secretly.

"What?! The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman truly exists in the world?!" Everyone was utterly shocked. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the divine talisman. It was less than an inch long, appearing as if cast from true gold, flowing with divine light, possessing an ancient charm, and covered in intricate Dao patterns.

The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman was forged by the Ancient Chaotic Emperor, the sole one in the Northern Plains. It could take death in one's place, possessing the wondrous ability to seize the fortune of heaven and earth, making it a sacred protective artifact. From this, it was clear just how extraordinary Wang Teng's fortunes were. He had even obtained the Ancient Chaotic Emperor's divine talisman, likely having received his full inheritance long ago.

"Legend has it that the Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman was shattered, so how did it reappear in the world?" "Although it's a fragmented Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman, it was still forged by a Human Emperor, so it retains its immortal divine effect!" Everyone's eyes were red with envy. Wang Teng indeed possessed incredible luck, having obtained such a heaven-defying divine artifact, and had even casually given it to his younger brother.

"Could it be that the Northern Emperor has obtained the complete inheritance of the Ancient Chaotic Emperor?" This ancient emperor's power shook both ancient and modern times; he was terrifying beyond measure, his true depth unknown to anyone. It was rumored he might have an entirely different origin.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. A divine talisman refined by an ancient emperor, even a fragment, was a priceless sacred artifact. He used the earth's dragon energy to cut off the two ancient creatures, then charged forward. At this moment, many people envied him. Others were wary of the Northern Emperor and dared not attempt to seize the talisman, but Ye Fan was utterly uninhibited, determined to kill Wang Chong and take the artifact.

"Brother, save me!" the young prodigy shrieked in terror.

In the distance, Wang Teng was locked in a fierce, inseparable battle with the Central Emperor. Four sacred spirits circled him: a true dragon leaped through the nine heavens, a divine phoenix cried over rivers and mountains, a white tiger roared at the moon, and a black tortoise expanded the sea. He resembled the Ziwei Emperor descended upon the mortal realm. At this critical moment, Wang Teng found it difficult to be distracted. The Central Emperor's moves were broad and unified, each one righteous and composed, possessing the power to transform decay into divine might. Nevertheless, at this crucial moment, the Northern Emperor unleashed a sword strike. A golden holy sword flew forth, radiating the divine might of a Celestial Emperor, enveloped by coiling dragons and phoenixes, and stretching for hundreds of meters.

"BOOM!" Source Heavenly patterns appeared beneath Ye Fan's feet. Dragon energy erupted from the depths of the earth like a volcano, and one after another, eighty-one heavenly dragons surged forth, startling everyone into retreating.

"Clang!" Ye Fan, employing the "Traveling" character secret technique, appeared right before Wang Chong, extending a large hand to strike down from above.

"BANG!" The young prodigy's body shattered once again. The Nine Revolutions Divine Talisman on his forehead was snatched away, and Ye Fan gripped it firmly in his hand, where it glowed with a lustrous sheen.