Chapter 633: Saint Prince

The Nine Transformations Divine Talisman, less than an inch long, was cast from divine metal. It shone brilliantly, dazzling the eyes, and was incredibly sturdy and indestructible. It spun restlessly, trying to fly out of Ye Fan's palm.

“You want to leave? Stay put!” Ye Fan closed his hand, gripping the talisman tightly in his palm. He began refining it with all his might, and the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman radiated a light so intense it was impossible to look directly at.

This divine radiance was extraordinarily dazzling. It shone through his fingers, bathing the entire Land of Ascension in a golden glow. The area became brightly illuminated, brimming with surging divine power.

In mid-air, a Saint Sword descended, accompanied by a True Dragon and a Divine Phoenix. Hundreds of feet long, it pressed down, causing the ground to tremble violently. If this weren't an immortal land, countless mountain ranges would have been reduced to dust.

This sword strike was incredibly powerful, like a Heavenly Emperor's slash cutting through space and time. Its murderous intent permeated the air, directly targeting the soul. Before the sword even arrived, its killing aura was already present.

“Pfft!” Some people standing too close nearby couldn't withstand the immense pressure. They vomited blood, their forms and spirits nearly extinguished by the sword's intent. And this was merely the aftershock of the sword slicing through the air.

Everyone was horrified, losing color in their faces. Among those who vomited blood were two Half-step Grandmasters. This shocking display sent shivers down the spines of many sect masters; it was simply too terrifying.

Beside Ye Fan, eighty-one immense dragons surged upwards like pillars supporting the heavens, piercing the sky. Their power permeated the immortal land, each dragon as thick as a mountain ridge.

Dragon roars rang out, deafening and thunderous, like ancient saints roaring from the vast wilderness. Many were startled, realizing this was the power of the Taishou Great Dragon.

“How is this possible?!” Many were bewildered. Such power could undoubtedly shake a Holy Lord. How could a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm exhibit such formidable attacking strength?

The eighty-one True Dragons, thick and terrifying, entangled the Heavenly Emperor Saint Sword. They collectively let out a prolonged roar, clear and resonant, capable of piercing metal and shattering stone. Underground ancestral roots seemed to awaken, unleashing an endless surge of power.

“It blocked the Heavenly Emperor Sword!” People were astonished to discover this fact. The eighty-one True Dragons were continuously cut down, one after another, but they ultimately succeeded in slowing down the golden Saint Sword.

In an instant, eighty of the great dragons were obliterated, leaving only one, which barely held back the golden Saint Sword but also became faint and translucent.

“Whoosh!” The Heavenly Emperor Sacred Engraving sank, falling downwards. Instead of striking Ye Fan, it emitted an even more brilliant light, forming a golden light curtain that enveloped Wang Teng's shattered body.

At this moment, Ye Fan finally suppressed the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman in his palm, transforming it into a warm, crystalline treasure that gleamed with golden light. Afterward, he exerted all his effort, mobilizing the dragon qi from beneath the earth to encircle the Sacred Engraving, intending to utterly destroy the shattered body.

The earth veins pulsed, and a crimson-gold divine dragon burst forth, its crimson aura boiling. The celestial dragon swung its tail, its scales shimmering with red glow, so lifelike it was indistinguishable from a real dragon.

All onlookers were astonished, especially several Dragon-Seeking Geomancers and Ouyang Ye. Their hearts trembled, realizing that this was borrowed power from the Taishou Great Dragon, a truly frightening technique.

Although they were all extraordinary individuals, having only recently arrived, it was impossible for them to discern the underground dragon veins' trajectory, let alone achieve all of this.

The crimson-gold True Dragon, as if alive, coiled in the sky, blocking the Heavenly Emperor Saint Sword's path. It emanated the power of a True Dragon, capable of shattering all things with a single tremor.

Unfortunately, people couldn't witness the sight of mountains collapsing, because this was an immortal land, eternally indestructible. Otherwise, such a spectacle would have been truly terrifying!

“Bang!” The golden Saint Sword trembled, its radiance slightly diminished by the crimson-gold True Dragon. The shattered flesh within it almost fell out.

The Northern Emperor's avatar was occupied at this moment. His battle with the Central Emperor had reached a fever pitch. Although he had unleashed the Heavenly Emperor Sword, it was merely an extension of his divine thought and could not be sustained for long.

“If my brother dies, I will go on a killing spree, slaughtering every single person by your side, no matter their origin!” Wang Teng's voice, cold and distant, carried over. Dragons and phoenixes harmonized, circling and dancing above his head, sacred and powerful. He was bathed in endless divine radiance, appearing like an ancient emperor reborn.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The Northern Emperor was a man of his word; a powerful figure comparable to Holy Lords. Such a vow was truly terrifying.

Even the Imperial Lords of Divine Dynasties would be wary when threatened like this, lest their descendants and family be slaughtered en masse.

Ye Fan did not stop. He declared, “Then I’ll cut you down first!”

The crimson dragon swung its tail, leaping into the void like a divine vein, traversing the sky and lashing out. The Heavenly Emperor Sacred Engraving swayed precariously.

“Booming!” Not far away, the golden ancient war chariot charged forward, crushing the void and obliterating the obstructions of time. It arrived in an instant, emanating the aura of the primordial cosmos.

“Bang!” The golden war chariot broke through the obstruction. A golden portal appeared in the air, through which the Heavenly Emperor Sacred Engraving silently disappeared, vanishing from sight.

“The Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor’s war chariot?!” A group of people turned to stone, their bodies chilling. Their hearts pounded, and a cold dread rose from the depths of their souls.

“No, that’s not right. How could the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor’s war chariot be so weak? If it truly appeared, it would be powerful enough to suppress everyone here to death!”

“But… this golden war chariot truly resembles it too much!”

After people recognized the Nine Transformations Divine Talisman and then saw this golden ancient war chariot, such a connection naturally formed in their minds. Everyone felt their scalps prickle with unease.

“Wang Teng’s fortune is too terrifying. Has he perhaps obtained everything from the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor?!”

Everyone present was greatly alarmed. Throughout human history, anyone with such immense fortune inevitably became a protagonist in the world, dominating and ruling a period of ancient history.

At this moment, Wang Teng had not left the battlefield; he was still locked in intense combat with the Central Emperor. Both were peerless individuals, true dragons and phoenixes among men, rarely seen throughout history. Even human Great Emperors in their youth were perhaps no more extraordinary than this.

They couldn't afford to be distracted, and the battle was so fierce it captivated the attention of all the Holy Lords. The supreme figures of the older generation watched with tense anticipation.

Just then, Ye Fan advanced step by step, fearing no one. He actually intended to strike Wang Teng, wishing to slay him right there.

All eyes turned towards him. The Ji Family Holy Lord, the Great Xia Imperial Lord, the Western Desert Divine Monk, the Southern Ridge Demon Lord, and others all showed expressions of surprise.

The Jade Lake Saintess, the Shaking Light Saint Son, Yan Ruyu, the Prince of Guhua, Princess Yueling (the second most beautiful woman in Central Province), and all other young generation figures paused in their gaze.

In front of them stood Wang Teng, a figure with the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor, locked in an inseparable battle with the Central Emperor. He was a figure who instilled dread in the hearts of sect masters from all sides. Yet, the Sacred Body, only at the eighth transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm, was fearless and dared to challenge him?!

Everyone still remembered that when Wang Teng threatened to kill his friends earlier, Ye Fan had declared he would cut down the Northern Emperor first, and now he was actually stepping forward.

This region contained ancient great dragons, and Ye Fan, having studied it for a month, had already thoroughly understood every inch of its land. He could borrow the dragon power for his own use, which was sufficient to contend with Holy Lords.

“Brother, this is my duel with Wang Teng; please do not intervene,” the Central Emperor said. His black hair fell over his shoulders, and his every punch and move was balanced and peaceful, carrying the aura of an ancient Saint Emperor.

“Good!” Ye Fan uttered only this single word, then stopped, no longer advancing, quietly awaiting the outcome of the battle.

Wang Teng's expression was indifferent. He glanced over and said, “I shall dye the Saint's blood with my Emperor Sword!”

“You haven’t even become an Emperor yet!” Wu Zhongtian and others sneered.

“If anything happens to my brother, all of you will be completely annihilated. Not a single person will survive,” Wang Teng stated coldly.

“Quite a big boast. Does that include me?” A voice rang out, clear and powerful, like a resounding golden bell.

“Thump!” A massive, dark staff pierced the sky and smashed down, grand and forceful. The laws of heaven and earth resonated with it, causing all the sect masters' hearts to pound.

The dark staff weighed as much as billions of tons; even the immortal land was cracked under its pressure. If this were anywhere else, endless mountain ranges would have been pulverized.

“Clang!” Wang Teng, wielding the Heavenly Emperor Sword, met the attack, striking the black staff. Sparks flew everywhere like a shower of meteors, and the Grandmasters quickly dodged them.

No one could have imagined how terrifying this staff strike was. Dark light flowed from it, almost crushing heaven and earth, a force that would certainly give Holy Lords a headache. As the golden Saint Sword clashed with the dark staff, Wang Teng felt an immense force, his tiger's mouth (the web between thumb and forefinger) feeling numb. He knew an unparalleled enemy had arrived. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened, shooting golden light towards the heavens, making it impossible for many to look directly at him. However, from the other side, two equally piercing golden lights shot out; a pair of golden eyes, like two divine suns, burned with flames.

Who was this? Everyone was surprised and doubtful. To dare intervene in the battle between the Central Emperor and the Northern Emperor was truly audacious!

“Bang!” Another earth-shattering blow. The huge dark iron staff almost sank this immortal land. Its power was too terrifying; all the Grandmasters present turned pale.

Finally, Wang Teng, the Central Emperor, and the mysterious figure separated, temporarily pausing their battle.

In the arena, a golden-furred Saint Ape appeared, with fiery golden eyes and a black iron staff in hand, capable of piercing the sky and grounding the earth.

The Monkey had arrived! Li Heishui and others breathed a sigh of relief. This was a being that even Holy Lords found utterly helpless against, its strength terrifyingly immense.

“Boom!” Not far away, the two primordial creatures finally broke through the Origin Heaven Veins. They roared as they charged towards Ye Fan, still oblivious to everything happening around them.

“You damned brat, I’ll kill you!”

“We’ll rip out your soul and skin you alive for our master!”

Seeing the two ancient creatures charging, the Monkey instantly became enraged. Without waiting for Ye Fan to act, he raised a golden-furred foot high and stomped down with great force.

His divine abilities in his Dharma form were even more terrifying; his enormous, hairy foot crushed the two incredibly powerful ancient creatures into the ground as if they were mere bugs.

“Aren’t you utterly ashamed? You’ve brought disgrace to your entire race by acknowledging a master?!” The Monkey didn't kill them, as that wouldn't have been satisfying enough, and proceeded to stomp them relentlessly.

He was truly like a Heaven-Swallowing Divine Ape, as tall as a mountain. The two powerful primordial creatures, pitiable, were stomped into 'persimmon cakes', collapsing there, trembling all over, nearly scared to death.

“You are… the Saint Prince?!”

“Saint Prince… have mercy!”

The Monkey was the sole offspring of the primordial Old Battle Saint Emperor. Their race was extremely rare, and anyone who saw him would instantly recognize him.

The two ancient creatures reacted like mice seeing a cat. Aside from the disparity in their combat power, the sheer oppressive hierarchy of their races alone caused them to tremble in fear and collapse limply.

“Disgraceful things, get over here!” The Monkey, with his fiery temper, transformed back to normal human size and reprimanded the two ancient creatures.

Everyone exchanged glances. This Monkey was too domineering; perhaps only he would dare to reprimand the Northern Emperor's servants in such a manner, right in front of him.

“Saint Prince, spare us! We had no choice,” the two ancient creatures pleaded, trembling like sieves, crawling and scrambling towards him.

“Since you willingly became slaves, don't blame me for clearing out your king's disgrace. First, come and kowtow to my brother and apologize,” the Monkey said, pointing at Ye Fan.

The two primordial creatures were absolutely unwilling, but under the Monkey's divine might, they had no choice but to brace themselves and kneel there, apologizing.

Everyone was startled. The Battle Saint Ape's close relationship with Ye Fan made many people's eyelids twitch – this was certainly not good news.

Who was the Monkey? The Saint Prince of the Primordial Era!

Many ancient creatures would never forget the Old Battle Saint Emperor, who had once dominated the world, invincible in heaven and on earth, daring to contend with the heavens themselves. They felt a genuine fear for his son as well.

Those present had already learned some hidden details, as the Ancient Race of the Eastern Wasteland had emerged. Witnessing this scene, they all felt a solemn chill in their hearts.

Ye Fan himself dared to confront the Northern Emperor, even pressing forward moments ago. And now, the formidable Monkey had arrived, causing everyone to show expressions of surprise.

“Damn that Monkey!”

“How does the Sacred Body have such a relationship with the Monkey?!”

Many couldn't help but curse.