Chapter 673: Battle King Teng

In front of the Heavenly Palace, clouds and mist ascended, auspicious energy was resplendent, and five-colored mists permeated the air. Ye Fan's words were powerful and resonant, striking directly at people's hearts and deafening all.

“I'll slay him!”

These four words were like four celestial swords pressing against people's hearts, sending a jolt through everyone and making their bodies tremble.

The power of his confidence and an unyielding momentum conveyed a sense of unwavering resolve, capable of destroying anything. This was a strange and mighty power.

“Such presumption!”

Wang Chengkun pondered deeply, sensing something unusual. Ye Fan was too forceful and confident; he had spoken before Wang Teng and was pressing closer.

He was a paramount figure with astonishing cultivation, a renowned master among the sect leaders whom few could rival, having experienced countless battles.

“Father, let me handle this. Today, sacred blood will flow profusely, and he will lie dead at my feet. In this era where many kings rise, he will be the first to be struck from the path to becoming a Great Emperor!” Wang Teng's expression was indifferent as he arrived, driving a golden ancient chariot.

“I've been waiting for a long time!” Ye Fan replied.

“Ye Zi…” Ji Ziyue grabbed his sleeve, her lively large eyes filled with worry. Ye Fan's presence made her happy, but she knew that courage alone wasn't enough. The Northern Emperor was truly too powerful, peerless among the younger generation.

The golden ancient chariot, engraved with suns, moons, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects—encompassing all living things, as if capable of suppressing all realms—galloped forth, its radiance engulfing the heavens and earth. The Northern Emperor stood in the center, with true dragons and divine phoenixes circling above, illuminating each other.

Everyone was astonished; at this moment, Wang Teng truly exuded an imperial bearing. That domineering, peerless demeanor was awe-inspiring; even many elder figures couldn't meet his gaze directly.

“What's there to be so arrogant about, what's so grand?!” Just then, a discordant voice rang out. Pang Bo spoke, saying, “Isn't it just a broken chariot? Back then, I also had one, though it only had two wheels, but it was a Flying Pigeon brand!”

Those present naturally didn't know he was referring to a dilapidated bicycle that rattled everywhere except its bell, but they understood that his words were not complimentary.

As Pang Bo explained the Flying Pigeon brand on the side, Li Heishui and his group burst into laughter. The Wang family members immediately became furious. Wang Chengkun sneered, saying, “My son possesses extraordinary talent. What big talk are you frogs in a well spouting?”

“Don't provoke me! Who doesn't know, my son is Wang Teng!”“Dare to oppose me? My son will step forth! His surname is Wang, and he's named 'Scoundrel Teng,' with the bearing of a Great Emperor!”Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and Jiang Huairen scoffed together. Regardless of anything else, from this day forward, the phrase “My son is Wang Teng” would become famous throughout the land because of this.

The Northern Emperor drove his chariot closer, golden light obscuring the sun. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine Black Tortoises stood guard in the four directions, with mists and clouds permeating everywhere. He was like a Central Great Emperor.

At this moment, Wang Teng's gaze was sharp and cold. His thick black hair flowed over his chest and back, and his majestic physique exuded an oppressive aura, chilling to the soul as he scanned everyone.

“Sacred Body, by what right do you fight me?!” His voice was not loud, yet it resounded through every corner, audible to everyone for hundreds of miles around.

“Who are you to ask? Do I need to list reasons to slay you?!” Ye Fan declared loudly, confronting him directly. He walked forward step by step, like an ancient, eternally existing War God, his body gleaming with radiant light, pure and flawless, as the surrounding heavens and earth trembled with his steps.

Many people could not enter the Ji family estate as they lacked the qualifications, but they heard the commotion from outside the mountain, immediately causing an an uproar. People knew that the battle between the Northern Emperor and the Sacred Body was now inevitable.

The news quickly spread to all parts of the Southern Domain. A colossal wave was unfolding, and countless people were watching and anticipating this battle.

“Slay Wang Teng, slay this false emperor! Does he truly believe he's the reincarnation of an ancient emperor? He's just an arrogant fanatic!” Pang Bo shouted, fearless and creating a huge stir.

“Slay the false emperor! Slay that Northern Plains' scoundrel Teng!” Li Heishui, Liu Kou, and others echoed, their voices piercing the clouds and stirring the place into a frenzy.

“Everyone, please remain calm and restrained.” An elder from the Ji family stood up, not wanting a fight to break out at their estate, as they were all guests here.

“Brother Ji, this is not us causing trouble. Rather, the Sacred Body has provoked us beyond tolerance, and we must act to kill him,” Wang Chengkun, Wang Teng's father, spoke.

“Nonsense! You were the ones who provoked first; how can you blame others now? Is this the Wang family's way of doing things?” Pang Bo bluntly exposed their hypocrisy.

The Wang family members were enraged. As an Ancient Aristocratic Family, no one had ever dared to disrespect them like this, repeatedly targeting them—not even the successor of the Demon Emperor.

“Do you still intend to try and kill me?” Pang Bo sneered.

“I'll kill you first!” A Wang family expert charged out, requesting the Ji family elder to provide a venue to settle the dispute.

“Since things have come to this, let them resolve it themselves, otherwise, they'll just leave this place to fight,” the Ji family's Eighth Ancestor spoke, secretly wishing the Wang family would eliminate Ye Fan.

Many distinguished guests also spoke, demanding permission for a fight. They had originally come to witness the Sacred Body's duel with the Northern Emperor and naturally did not wish for it to fizzle out now, all desiring to see a fierce dragon-tiger battle.

The Ji family's Holy Lord successively looked at Daoist Scarlet Dragon, the Wang family's choice, and others. Seeing that none of them objected, he nodded in agreement to provide an arena for the contest.

The place immediately became noisy, then filled with a clamor of voices. In front of the Heavenly Palace, where mists surged, a space instantly cleared, and an invisible training ground appeared.

“I'll kill him first!” A strong individual from the Wang family stepped forward, charging towards Pang Bo, about to make a move.

“Who do you intend to kill?!” Ye Fan took a step forward, standing with the bronze coffin, immediately blocking his path.

“Naturally, I intend to kill him!” This was a powerful figure; though he had only recently ascended to the second layer of the Immortal Stage, his realm was evident. He moved as if entering a no-man's-land, aiming to eliminate Pang Bo first.

A hum.

Ye Fan said nothing, but launched an attack at him, blocking his path. Circulating all his power, he held the bronze coffin and struck down, employing the Lineage Secret.

Wang Teng's father and others did not intervene; they intended this, wanting this person to test Ye Fan's true strength, as they were also unsure of his capabilities.

“Demon Subduing Array!” The man roared, spitting out thirty-six bronze lamps, each like a ghostly flame, flickering with an eerie green light, enveloping Ye Fan.

Each bronze lamp emitted a holy sword-flame, a sword qi carrying a wisp of primordial mist, extremely terrifying and possessing super formidable offensive power.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. This was a secret treasure, absolutely super powerful, far stronger than ordinary Holy Lord weapons, because anything with primordial energy must be a priceless treasure.

However, the terrifying offensive power struck the bronze coffin, but only jingled, having no effect whatsoever. The patterns imprinted on the bronze coffin shone with a clear light, grinding all attacks to dust.

Boom!

At the same time, Ye Fan, like a heavenly deity, took a step forward, shaking heaven and earth. The bronze coffin was extremely heavy, but after circulating his golden blood energy throughout his body, he still swung it, smashing it down with immense force.

Crushing the heavens!

This astonishing and unique aura gave people a momentary illusion, as if an eternal deity had descended, forcefully slaying evil, his entire body radiating golden light, engulfing the world.

The bronze coffin shattered all techniques and destroyed all spirits; once it moved, nothing could stop it. Its rust-covered patterns flowed with a mysterious clear light, breaking through everything.

In front, all the bronze lamps shattered, becoming bronze fragments under this single strike. Their Dao patterns were obliterated, their lights extinguished, ceasing to exist.

The Wang family expert spat out a wisp of primal energy, wielding over ten secret techniques with great power, descending like a vast azure sky to resist the ancient coffin.

However, to everyone's horror, whether it was the magic treasures or the secret techniques formed from primal energy, all were like paper, shattered again and again!

Puff!

A streak of blood light shot up as Ye Fan, wielding the bronze coffin, swung it down, directly smashing a powerful figure into a pulp!

At first, the scene was completely silent, then it erupted into a frenzy. A powerful figure from the Wang family had been killed so utterly and decisively; what face did they have left?

Moreover, people realized the Sacred Body could indeed fight the Northern Emperor; it would definitely be a world-shaking duel, not a one-sided affair, with grand and astonishing scenes to behold.

Wang Chengkun's expression darkened, and he transmitted a message: “Did you notice just now? The Dao patterns on that bronze coffin are peculiar; they can bind space. Once locked on, there's no way to evade!”

They discovered a terrifying truth: such a weapon, at the very least, was a king-tier divine weapon, having initially given birth to the power of divine laws.

“Wang Teng, how long will you hide?” Ye Fan questioned loudly, standing with the coffin as a staff. The scene was strange yet awe-inspiring; by now, no one was not alarmed. Sect leaders from all sides were wary, realizing the Sacred Body had grown too quickly and was already unstoppable.

Ji Ziyue revealed a captivating smile, her bright eyes and white teeth shining, all her worries swept away. She was very happy, like a lively purple-clad sprite.

The Southern Demon's expression was grave, strange light emanating from his eyes as he stared at the small bronze coffin. He recognized that it originated from the same source as the giant coffin in the Ancient Forbidden Zone.

His sister, Qi Huoshui, was unparalleled in beauty, captivating all beings. Slender and beautiful, her eyes sparkling with unusual brilliance, she also gazed ahead, filled with wonder.

On the other side, Zi Tiandu, the Young Lord of the Divine Spirit Valley, frowned, gazing at the bronze coffin as if lost in ancient memories. His sister, exceptionally beautiful, with purple hair draped over her shoulders and a slender figure, a pair of purple eyes filled with divine radiance, also had a strange light in them.

In the distance, the Monkey stood with his great staff, his fiery golden eyes fixed on the scene. He then sat down on a chair, feeling relieved.

Furthermore, the Saintess of Jade Lake was also present, her bright eyes sparkling with a myriad of five-colored lights as she focused on the battlefield.

Many from the younger generation had arrived, and the elder figures were also very attentive, including Scarlet Dragon, Bat King, Crane King, the Great Bandit, and many sect leaders, all of whom were greatly moved.

The golden chariot thundered. The Northern Emperor's killing intent was fully displayed, his black hair wildly dancing. He arrived in the center of the arena, standing opposite Ye Fan. At this point, the battle was unavoidable.

“I will surely slay you beneath my chariot to honor the heroic spirits of my Wang clan and erase your name from this world!” The Northern Emperor was enraged. Ye Fan's repeated injuries to the Wang family made his killing intent as chilling as winter.

Ye Fan said nothing. Turning to Ji Ziyue, he said, “I will now slay him for you.”

“Arrogant! He's pushing himself into the abyss of death! He won't live past today.”

The Wang family members spoke out one after another, scolding Ye Fan and cheering for the Northern Emperor.

“Sacred Body, your life is at its end! By what right do you compare yourself to our clan's Imperial Son? At most, you are but a stepping stone!”

“The so-called invincibility of the Sacred Body upon grand completion has a prerequisite: it may be true in eras without a Great Emperor. But to be born in the same era as one with the bearing of an ancient emperor, like our clan's, will be his tragedy!”

Ye Fan and the Northern Emperor made their move, exchanging a blow in an instant, like sparks flying from flint. No one could clearly see it, yet an ancient sacrificial sound rang out, resounding through all realms.

Boom!

The endless void collapsed, completely shattering. Countless black abysses appeared, connecting to eternally unknown places. Sounds like mountains collapsing and tsunamis erupting emanated, and stars flickered—that was the boundless cosmos!

This was an attack unleashed by Wang Teng. He was like an ancient emperor, his eyes showing endless cycles of creation and destruction, his back against the eternal starry sky, radiating brilliance.

True dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, and Black Tortoises all appeared, each filling the starry sky, appearing vividly and terrifying beyond compare. Endless divine light engulfed the area.

All the sect leaders were horrified; even they could barely withstand such a terrifying blow. The Northern Emperor was so powerful that he made everyone shudder.

Ye Fan, employing the Lineage Secret, traversed the eternal void, appearing in another realm unharmed, standing with the bronze coffin.

Wang Chengkun was very arrogant, saying, “All struggles are futile. Under my son's world-shaking combat power, the Sacred Body is nothing at all. He will stain the divine land with his blood and lie dead at Teng'er's feet, thus erased from existence, becoming a pile of dry bones on my son's path to emperorship.”

Before his words were even finished, a more astonishing battle began. Wang Teng held the Celestial Emperor Sword and drove the golden chariot, using two ancient weapons to suppress Ye Fan.

At the same time, two divine lights burst from his eyes. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened, indestructible, beginning to obliterate Ye Fan's physical body.

This strike shook heaven and earth; the space between them was almost submerged by a sea of divine power, and the arena was nearly boiling!

Clang!

Ye Fan swung the bronze coffin, colliding with the golden ancient chariot and the Celestial Emperor Sword, producing a sound that echoed across the four seas. Many people screamed, their ears bleeding, as they recoiled.

This suspended divine island was instantly pierced through. Wang Teng and the golden ancient chariot were smashed downwards, dust soaring into the sky.

Furthermore, the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye also failed to succeed. Within Ye Fan's glabella, a small golden figure, crowned with the Cauldron of All Things Mother Qi, embraced a small black gourd and blew forcefully outwards.

From the depths of the small black gourd, a blinding divine light shot out, like the first ray of divine light that opened the heavens, cutting through all things in heaven and earth!

To outsiders, Ye Fan's glabella seemed to open into a vertical eye, its divine light shattering the radiance of the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye and pushing forward.

Whoosh!

This wisp of heaven-opening divine light instantly pierced Wang Teng's forearm, which fiercely burned with terrifying heat.

Puff!

Wang Teng was extremely decisive. Raising the Celestial Emperor Sword, he swung it down. Blood light flashed as he cut off his own left forearm, blood spurting out a considerable distance.

“Teng'er!” Wang Chengkun cried out. Just moments ago, he was saying that once his son appeared, the Sacred Body wouldn't even be a stepping stone and would surely be slain. He never imagined his Northern Emperor would be the first to lose an arm.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood suspended in mid-air, the bronze coffin floating beside him. The void itself flickered erratically, and he appeared as if standing in an ancient cosmos.