Chapter 700: Defeating the Great Sage

Ye Fan had just taken a drink when he quickly pulled out a rotten wooden stopper and sealed the gourd's mouth. The battlefield was protected by an ancient formation, and he feared he wouldn't be able to enter.

The golden desert glowed, each grain of sand like pure gold, radiating an unbearable heat.

What was once a primeval forest had now become a land of desolation, where dryness, scorching heat, and death were the eternal themes.

Two ancient beings, resembling deities, emerged from the ancient ship. One was tall and exceptionally robust, with a luxuriant mane of golden hair and a pair of ancestral golden dragon horns.

His imposing figure was awe-inspiring; apart apart from the dragon horns, he was indistinguishable from humans. He was terrifying, causing shivers, a supreme being with such noble lineage that even powerful human figures felt compelled to kneel.

His formidable aura caused every inch of one's flesh to tremble, as if compelled to worship a deity. This was an Archaic Great Saint!

The other ancient being was equally intimidating. He possessed silver hair that reached his waist, so lustrous it could reflect one's image. His face was sculpted like marble, with sharply defined features and a complexion as white as jade.

On his forehead was a rhomboid white scale, which could faintly open and close, containing terrifying divine light that seemed capable of piercing through the Three Realms and Six Paths. Even a mere wisp of its overflowing aura made people unable to stand, collapsing to the ground.

The simultaneous appearance of these two formidable ancient beings was truly horrifying; each was so fearsome, akin to gods and demons descending to the mortal realm, shaking the very heavens!

Both were cold and ruthless, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. They immediately attacked the old madman, confronting his Six Paths Samsara Fist!

This was akin to the creation of the heavens and earth itself; primordial light and fundamental laws descended, enveloping everything in a hazy shroud.

Clearly visible were massive black rifts appearing in the sky, dimensional spaces being melted and integrated into the divine order, serving their purpose.

Dozens of ancient kings within the ship channeled their vital essence to the two Great Saints, enabling them to unleash their past supreme power. This spectacle was, naturally, utterly terrifying.

With a "hiss," a casual strike annihilated the void. A single pointed finger unleashed a massive collapse, even transmuting chaos, threatening to incinerate the young old madman alive.

Two Great Saints striking simultaneously—since ancient times, who could ever oppose them? This was a supreme display of power; typically, only those on the verge of enlightenment dared to provoke them, otherwise, death was certain.

They were the most terrifying beings born among the myriad races. Only three such entities had emerged from the three ancient lands, illustrating the immense difficulty of achieving such a cultivation.

Yet, the mad young man in the arena was incredibly formidable, having mastered the Six Paths Samsara Fist. Had it been another human saint, they would likely have been slain long ago.

It must be acknowledged that once the Six Paths Samsara Fist is mastered, it becomes invincible throughout heaven and earth, sweeping all before it. The young man's thick black hair billowed as he moved like a celestial deity, his every mighty strike threatening to shatter the universe, destroy star systems, and send the stars plummeting from the heavens. Each punch was utterly domineering, astonishing in its unparalleled might.

From ancient times to the present, few have been known to master the Six Paths Samsara Fist. Once this technique reaches completion, no magic treasures or weapons are needed; everything can be shattered.

With a "rumble," the golden-haired Great Saint's dragon horns emitted two blazing divine lights. These lights cut through the firmament, pierced the old madman's immense protective aura, and descended, causing blood to instantly splatter as his arm was nearly severed.

The Saint's blood surged, exposing bone shards in a gruesome display. Yet, the old madman did not even flinch, his fist intent growing even more formidable as he pressed forward.

With a "buzz," the void trembled. The other Great Saint's silver hair whipped wildly as the rhomboid scale on his brow opened, revealing an incredibly dark aperture from which a dragon-shaped white radiance shot forth.

With a "thud," a flash of blood, and the young old madman's heart was pierced. His heart-blood surged skyward, transforming into a crimson wave, both dazzling and eerily beautiful.

Everyone's hearts sank in overwhelming fear. These two Great Saints were simply too powerful; such an attack was world-shattering, capable of sinking a continent and blasting celestial meteorites from the sky.

Even with his immense power, the young old madman could not entirely neutralize such an assault. It contained the power of divine order, capable of continuously eroding life force.

Yet, even with his heart-blood splattered, the young man in the arena showed no hint of retreat. His battle intent surged frantically, completely disregarding his exposed bones and spraying blood, and the Six Paths Samsara Fist's power intensified even further!

With a "roar," the black-haired young man's yell caused mountains and earth to tremble. Even with the protection of the ancient formation, the desert boiled, surging like furious waves. Sand billows rose to the high heavens, obscuring the sun.

With a "thud," the old madman's invincible fist intent unleashed a flurry of strikes. At the very moment his chest was nearly torn open, he simultaneously slammed his fists into the two Great Saints.

Golden blood splattered, and white demonic blood surged, both tearing through the void in a horrifying display. The bodies of both Great Saints were nearly pulverized.

One had half of his body nearly ripped off, while the other's breastbone was shattered and his internal organs turned to mush.

With a "thud," this was an extremely fierce struggle. Both combatants held nothing back, each wishing to kill their formidable foe with a single strike. The sacred sound of the Great Dao vibrated, and three thousand laws descended.

Such was the might of a Great Saint. A battle of this magnitude, without the protection of an ancient formation, would obliterate an entire region and sink a continent.

With a "ding," a sudden flash of light in one Archaic Great Saint's hand revealed a magnificent treasure tree. It bore seven small branches, each a distinct color, radiating an incredibly terrifying aura, as if a divine realm had descended to suppress the mortal world.

With a forceful sweep, seven-colored divine light shot forth, blocking the young madman's fist and repelling the Six Paths Samsara Fist. Simultaneously, the Great Saint's sacred attack art struck, causing a large spray of blood to erupt.

The old madman sustained another horrific wound, exposing gruesome white bones. Though his flesh was immortal, the erosion by the Great Dao's laws made healing incredibly difficult.

"The Undying Wondrous Tree!" Ye Fan gasped in astonishment. This was indeed one of the truly invincible sacred weapon lineages, a legendary supreme artifact, incredibly difficult to cultivate into existence.

Yet, once fully formed, its power was unparalleled in both offense and defense. Wielding it meant one could sweep across heaven and earth; it was invulnerable to all methods unless an ancient Great Emperor intervened.

"Fortunately, the seventh branch has a flaw; its leaves do not emit radiance. Otherwise, the old madman might not have been able to withstand it." Ye Fan's heart pounded, and he let out a long breath of relief.

"So, in this world, the Undying Wondrous Tree truly exists!" Other sect master-level figures were equally horrified.

With a "clang," the other Archaic Great Saint's silver hair billowed. The rhomboid scale on his forehead detached, transforming into a millstone-sized weapon that tore through eons and heavens, spinning down to strike.

This strike was immensely powerful; it clashed with the old madman's fist, carving a bloody gash that exposed white finger bones. It then arced upwards to strike his shoulder, nearly severing his arm.

The millstone-sized silver scale was a veritable world-shaking sacred weapon. It had been born with this Great Saint and refined throughout his life, and a deity had long since emerged within it, making its power no less than that of the Undying Wondrous Tree.

Had the old madman not mastered the Six Paths Samsara Fist, it would not have merely inflicted a wound on his palm bone; it would have instantly reduced him to ashes.

Even so, after the collision, it grazed his shoulder, nearly severing an arm. Blood dripped profusely.

This was no ordinary wound; it contained the divine order, capable of destroying a saint's life force. Mishandling it could lead to the complete annihilation of body and spirit.

All the human cultivators behind trembled. The old madman was at a distinct disadvantage; these were two Archaic Great Saints, each wielding supreme sacred weapons. Who could possibly resist?

Great Saint—this was a supreme designation. Countless eons ago, only a handful of individuals emerged from several different ancient star fields, and three of these Great Saints had arrived at this location.

This was a grave crisis. The Archaic Great Saints were making their move, their power unmatched, capable of destroying everything!

"Six Paths Samsara Fist!" The old madman roared, shouting the name of this technique aloud for the first time. In an instant, six ancient worlds materialized, revolving around him.

Worlds were created, the Six Paths turned, and endless samsara unfolded, as six colossal fists descended within these six ancient worlds.

With a "boom!" the invincible Six Paths Samsara Fist dimmed the radiance of the Undying Wondrous Tree and caused the rhomboid divine light scale to rapidly reverse. As the six realms rotated, six fists descended in succession.

Their might was world-shaking! Both Great Saints sustained severe injuries, with multiple bones broken throughout their bodies. Golden blood and white sacred blood splattered, shaking the heavens as it fell.

Their bodies were nearly pulverized, a testament to the terrifying power of this fist technique!

However, at the same moment, the old madman also sustained wounds. Three beams of divine light shot from the Undying Wondrous Tree, piercing through him, while the dragon-shaped divine radiance from the silver-haired Great Saint's forehead aperture nearly sliced him in half at the waist.

All three were sent flying backward. The sheer impact of this confrontation was terrifying; even the external divine formation was breached, creating a rift that destabilized this entire realm.

Suddenly, the heavily wounded and dying Thousand-Armed Demonic God launched an attack, transforming into a streak of dark light. It lunged at the backward-flying old madman, intent on pulverizing him.

He had held back for a long time, this strike brewing for an extended period, designed for a single, fatal blow!

The young madman was utterly frenzied. Disregarding his bodily injuries, he forcefully channeled a surge of primordial essence, causing sacred blood to immediately gush from his wounds, exposing gruesome bone shards with a chilling crunch.

With a forceful "Hmph!" he let out a soft cry. This was his innate primordial essence roaring, neutralizing the fatal blow. This sound wave condensed into the sacred sound of the Heavenly Dao, revealing thousands of interwoven divine chains—the most primordial divine order!

With a "thud," the already heavily wounded Thousand-Armed Demonic God was unable to resist. His primordial spirit cracked, and his body violently convulsed.

The old madman's eyes blazed with frenzied killing intent. He lunged forward, seized the Great Saint, raised him high above his head with both hands, and ripped him apart with a forceful tear, causing a vast spray of blood to erupt!

The Thousand-Armed Demonic God was torn in half. His fractured primordial spirit attempted to flee, but the young old madman's roar shattered it instantly, obliterating it from existence!

Everyone was utterly stunned. An Archaic Great Saint, truly, yet slain in such a manner! Since ancient times, how many could have achieved this?!

Danger! At that very moment, everyone's expressions turned ghastly, and they almost cried out in alarm.

The other two Great Saints swiftly closed in. These two had sustained minimal damage to their vital essence and were now almost upon the old madman, intent on striking him down with their supreme sacred weapons.

These two ancient beings were clearly unlike the Thousand-Armed Demonic God; they had entered the fray with their vital energy restored, not in a weakened state. Any injuries they now bore were inconsequential.

At this critical juncture, a mysterious incantation was heard. From within a black gourd, an ancient universe surged forth, condensing into a Dao sword that shot out.

It traced the fissure torn open by the preceding battle, entered the ancient formation, and then, with a "thud," slashed the golden-haired Great Saint's neck, severing his head.

With a "rumble," the old madman discarded the Thousand-Armed Demonic God's corpse and confronted the silver-haired Great Saint, blocking his heaven-defying attack. Simultaneously, he stepped forward, stomping towards the other Great Saint and nearly pulverizing the headless body.