Chapter 634: Confrontation with the Northern Emperor

The Monkey King looked as if he had been cast from gold, his golden fur gleaming brightly. With fiery golden eyes, he wielded a dark iron staff that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

Ye Fan recognized it at a glance: this was the terrifying ancient weapon, cut from Divine Source, that had pierced more than one primordial king and drunk the blood of supreme rulers.

Although the divine spirit within the fearsome weapon was dormant, it still possessed a dreadful malevolence that, if awakened, would be unparalleled.

The spearhead had been ground off by the Monkey King, transforming it into a dark, massive iron staff. Though scarred and pitted, it was virtually unbreakable, and its immense weight seemed to cause the very void to collapse.

The identity of the Primordial Saint Prince was too sensitive; he was already immensely powerful, and with the ancient races about to emerge, few dared to provoke him. Many people's eyelids twitched nervously.

Two ancient beings unwillingly kowtowed and apologized to Ye Fan. From a distance, Wang Teng, their master, watched, his eyes widening and sword-like brows furrowing in anger.

“If you’re not convinced, then come and die!” Ye Fan declared, striding forward. Pillars of dragon energy burst from beneath the earth, piercing through the surface.

Everyone else was astonished. Did Ye Fan truly stand a chance against the Northern Emperor? All eyes turned towards them.

“He has grown rapidly; in just a few years, he can contend with the older generation. Truly worthy of being the Sacred Body.”

Only a few years had passed, yet Ye Fan’s combat strength had increased significantly. People believed that at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before few could suppress him.

“Then I shall grant your wish and stain my Emperor Sword with your sacred blood!” Wang Teng approached with steady steps, and from a distance, he swung his golden Sacred Sword.

Ye Fan met him calmly. With a stomp of his foot, Source Heaven patterns flickered, aligning with the stars in the sky, flowing in vast swathes.

“Pop!” Suddenly, the earth cracked open, and a true dragon surged forth, its blue scales gleaming. Its body was immense, and its massive claws glinted with cold light, powerful and unstoppable.

“A true dragon!”

“Though we know it’s formed from dragon energy, it’s so lifelike, so real, indistinguishable from a living creature!”

This azure dragon stretched its body horizontally, striking like a green blade, colliding with the Heavenly Emperor Sword and emitting dazzling light.

Wang Teng scoffed, pressing forward with large strides, slashing diagonally with his sword. But the indestructible azure dragon leaped up, striking horizontally again, blocking his advance.

“Mere external power, useless against me! Once they are all cut down, it will be your end!” Wang Teng’s black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his gaze was sharp.

Ye Fan remained composed. With a soft cry, hundreds, even thousands, of azure dragons surged from beneath the earth, each as powerful and matchless as if made of flesh and blood.

Behind him, many Holy Lords finally changed their expressions. Such an attack made them dizzy. This was the power of the Qinling Grand Dragon, and Ye Fan could summon it at will.

Two... or even dozens of dragons would be manageable, but now there were hundreds, even thousands. Their astonishing offensive power, with ten thousand dragons vying for dominance and exhaling divine pearls, was overwhelming.

Ouyang Ye and the others all blanched. The mysteries of Source Art were endless. This was a unique secret technique recorded in the Source Heaven Book, capable of drawing upon dragon sources, making them immensely envious.

“In this place, the Sacred Body truly can contend with the Northern Emperor!”

The Holy Maiden of Jade Lake, the Great Xia Prince, Princess Yueling, and others were all moved. Few among the younger generation dared to raise a blade against Wang Teng, yet Ye Fan now intended to kill the Northern Emperor!

The Sect Leaders from all sides felt a tremor in their hearts. They had to be extremely careful in this place; if the Sacred Body were to kill someone with Source Art, there would be no place to weep.

“Source Art is actually this terrifying; it can even slay Holy Lord-level figures!”

Ten thousand dragons emerged simultaneously, streaks of azure lightning flashed, thunder rumbled across the nine heavens, and the area was enveloped in coiling dragon energy.

Wang Teng fought with broad, sweeping movements, charging amidst the myriad dragons. But the dragon energy was inexhaustible; for every one cut down, another appeared, filling the area with dragon shadows.

“Break!” he roared, wielding his sword, unleashing the full extent of his Law power, shattering all the dragon bodies.

“Suppress!” Ye Fan also shouted, forming hand seals, slicing through the void. Nine ancient characters leaped from his fingertips one after another.

The Dao Scripture contained nine mysterious ancient characters, capable of suppressing oneself to achieve eternity. Profound and unfathomable, Ye Fan had been researching them.

In the past, he had used them against foes, but never fully comprehended them. Now, with inexhaustible dragon energy available to him, equivalent to immense magical power, he could truly harness them.

At this moment, he naturally recalled this divine technique. These were nine “Emperor Characters,” possessing unfathomable and wondrous power, recognizable only by human Great Emperors.

One ancient character after another leaped out, forming a cage in the air. The “Nine Characters Sealing Heaven” appeared, though no one understood their meaning.

“Nine Emperor Characters crisscrossing to form a cage, it’s too mysterious!” everyone exclaimed.

The nine characters descended, slowly converging. A small world suddenly appeared, as if opening up heaven and earth, flowing with chaotic mist. All this power was supplied by the Qinling Grand Dragon.

The Holy Maiden of Jade Lake and Princess Yueling’s beautiful eyes gleamed with wonder. Ye Fan was truly going to suppress the Northern Emperor, which was utterly astonishing.

Many older generation figures were terrified. A cultivator merely at the Eighth Transformation of the Dragon, yet harnessing the power of the Qinling Grand Dragon, he displayed such a supreme divine technique—it was too frightening.

“Om!” As the world-cage was about to close, Wang Teng finally changed his expression. His tongue unleashed thunder, emitting a divine sound. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened, resembling a fading starfield.

Nine ancient characters shot out from his eyes, each terrifyingly powerful, seemingly capable of shaking heaven and earth!

Ye Fan’s heart jolted. His opponent definitely possessed an ancient scripture; these were also nine Emperor Characters, comparable to the nine he wielded.

Furthermore, Wang Teng’s strength was astounding; he had nearly comprehended them, refining the nine ancient characters into his eyes, a truly terrifying feat.

“Could his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye have been formed this way?”

The void violently trembled as the clash of eighteen Emperor Characters unleashed terrifying fluctuations. The small world, still expanding, continued to evolve, but Wang Teng burst out using his own nine characters.

Everyone was stunned. Ye Fan truly possessed the strength to fight Wang Teng in this place; it was no empty boast. At the very least, he wasn’t at a disadvantage right now.

After separating, the two did not immediately rush back into battle; both stood suspended in the air.

“Bang,” “bang”... On the other side, the Monkey King lifted his hairy, massive foot and began a fierce kicking, making the two ancient beings shriek and howl in front of Wang Teng.

“Disgraceful creatures, acting as slaves! I’m ashamed for your king. Just go bash your heads against a block of tofu and die.” This wasn’t merely kicking two ancient beings; it was clearly a direct affront to Wang Teng’s dignity.

“Enough!” the Northern Emperor roared, advancing with mighty strides, holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword inverted. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky.

The Monkey King cast a sidelong glance at him, his foot still on the ancient beings, and pointed his dark iron staff forward, saying, “Go die somewhere else!”

His words were identical to Ye Fan’s, an exact echo.

In the Immortal Land, everyone was stunned. Who dared to rebuke Wang Teng in this era? Even peak Holy Lords felt trepidation; no one dared to provoke him.

However, like Ye Fan, the Monkey King showed no regard for him, constantly threatening to strike with his iron staff, completely fearless of someone possessing the aura of a Heavenly Emperor.

“Clang!” Who was Wang Teng? A person with the aura of an Emperor today, even ancient Great Emperors in their youth were no more than this! He immediately drew his Sacred Sword, pointing it at the Monkey King’s throat.

“You dare point at me?” The Monkey King had a fierce temperament. His dark iron staff struck the ground with a “thump,” causing the entire Immortal Land to tremble.

One was the Primordial Saint Prince, the other was rumored to be the reincarnation of an ancient human Emperor. If these two clashed, it would truly be like a comet striking the earth.

“Om!” The Monkey King struck without hesitation. Wielding his dark iron staff, he swung it down. A dark light swept across, causing everything to tremble. This was pure power, strong and domineering.

Wang Teng, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, did not retreat. He also swung his Heavenly Emperor Sword, seemingly imbued with the power to open the heavens! Around him, true dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises appeared, creating an astonishing spectacle.

With a violent tremor, everyone present was horrified, forced back by a hurricane-like force. Many flew through the air like scarecrows.

Several powerful figures at the first heaven of Sendai coughed up blood. They had stood too close and were impacted, all sustaining injuries.

The Monkey King attacked, and the Northern Emperor met him. Their fierce battle could be described as a cataclysm. The struggle between these two peerless figures of the younger generation captivated many.

“Clang!” With another strike, the Monkey King’s dark iron staff proved unmatched. His divine power was overwhelming, making the Heavenly Emperor Sword whine, and Wang Teng’s arm went numb.

Before the Primordial Era, myriad races flourished. The Battle Saint Ape clan, though rare—with only two or three members—was renowned for its combat prowess, earning the title “Battle Saint Race.”

Wang Teng’s expression was indifferent as his golden Sacred Sword rose again. Endless laws were unleashed, dimming the sky. Stars, one after another, rotated, propelled by the sword’s edge.

At this moment, dragons and phoenixes harmonized, coiling around Wang Teng. His form shone with boundless light, like an ancient Emperor reborn, pushing the myriad stars of the heavens to crush the Monkey King.

The Monkey King absorbed the essence of the sun, engaging in battle with his Dharma Aspect divine ability. Towering between heaven and earth, he swung his great staff, shattering stars with each blow, startling many and making their faces turn pale.

“One force breaks all laws!”

His combat strength made many Sect Leaders’ scalps tingle and their minds waver. This Monkey King was too powerful; a single strike of his staff could kill a Great Power.

Such a person could not be directly confronted; only immense magical power could counter him. Otherwise, a single blow from his staff would break the bones and tendons of even a Holy Lord.

The Monkey King swung his massive iron staff, shattering one hundred and eight stars in a single breath. Only then did he let out a long roar, leaping forward, unstoppable.

The massive iron staff struck down, colliding with the Sacred Sword, continuously emitting deafening clangorous sounds. Many screamed, covering their ears, and some cultivators’ ears bled.

Wang Teng blocked with the Heavenly Emperor Sword, enduring mountain-like pressure. Each of the Monkey King’s strikes felt like an entire sky pressing down, threatening to tear his body apart.

He retreated nine steps consecutively, his body violently trembling. If not for the divine nature of the Heavenly Emperor Sword, it would have long since broken. He felt the Monkey King’s might and dominance.

“This Monkey King is too strong; even the Northern Emperor has to avoid his edge. No wonder they are called the Battle Saint Race; in terms of raw power, no one can compare!”

“The sole son of the Primordial Ancient Saint Emperor, an unbeatable bloodline inheritance, truly terrifying. This Monkey King is young in physical age, yet possesses such power.”

Everyone was shocked, and the Sect Leaders from all sides muttered nervously: could this Monkey King truly rival his father and grow to become a Battle Saint Emperor in the future?!

The Monkey King, relentless, struck with increasing ferocity. Executing a Heaven Skill, he delivered eighty-one consecutive blows. If not for the Immortal Transformation Pool and dragon lairs still exhaling divine essence, this place would have been shattered eighty-one times over.

Mountains, rivers, all things, sky and earth—nothing could withstand a single blow from his iron staff, enough to collapse endless mountain ranges into dust.

Wang Teng retreated a full eighty-one steps. The web of skin between his thumb and forefinger had split open, and blood dripped down. In terms of raw power, no one could contend with the Monkey King.

“You call yourself the Northern Emperor? You’d better retract that title quickly; your tone is quite arrogant. You think you can kill this one and slay that one? I’ll just send you on your way!” the Monkey King shouted.

“Hmph,” Wang Teng coldly snorted, saying no more, and launched a fierce counter-attack.

While his strength could be compared to that of a Great Emperor in their youth, his opponent was a true Saint Prince, whose physical body was supreme. Wang Teng’s raw power indeed could not compare.

However, who was Wang Teng? One whose potential rivaled ancient Emperors, capable of being the protagonist of a segment of human history, he naturally possessed extraordinary qualities.

At this moment, he attacked with secret arts and laws. The Heavenly Emperor Sword, like a rainbow, burst forth, filling heaven and earth with divine radiance. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises all emerged.

With a mighty roar, he charged with lethal intent, carrying an invincible aura. He forced the Monkey King back eighty-one steps, each sword strike more powerful than the last, his sharp edge piercing the heavens.

The Northern Emperor’s power also exceeded everyone’s imagination. Although the web of skin on his hand was injured, it did not affect his combat strength; he could still forcefully contend with the Monkey King at this moment.

The two battled fiercely, neither yielding, in an incredibly intense fight!

“Brother Monkey, let me take his life!” Ye Fan declared, tapping into the most primordial dragon energy of the Qinling Mountains, preparing to act.

Everyone was speechless. Who was the Northern Emperor? Yet now, two individuals had successively stepped forward, both openly declaring their intent to kill him.

One was the Primordial Saint Prince, and the other, the Human Sacred Body—both figures who had always been extraordinary.