Chapter 727: Humanitarian Resonance

The human race boasts an ancient heritage, and every major power within it comprises formidable individuals from three generations: elder overlords, middle-aged champions, and young divine maidens and princesses.

Their expressions all froze. Insulting the ancestor of a five-year-old child by claiming they were a slave was an indirect affront to the ancient emperors of the human race, which they found deeply embarrassing.

“You are merely a crawling insect! How dare you claim the ancient emperors of the human race were your family’s slaves? That’s incredibly audacious, enraging both gods and men. Are you challenging all of humanity?” Ye Fan’s voice was severe as he loudly rebuked.

The ancient human Holy Emperors held a particularly high status in historical records, revered as the common ancestors of humanity in the Ziwei Ancient Starfield. A direct insult to them was a loss of face for all major immortal legacies.

“The Sun Ancient Emperor is revered by all under heaven and admired by all races; I wouldn’t dare show any disrespect,” the Nine-Headed Dragon King retorted. “I was merely speaking about this child. He is not a descendant of the Human Emperor and does not possess imperial blood. What did I say wrong?”

Ye Fan suddenly stood up, his expression solemn and awe-inspiring. With righteous indignation, he shouted, “Do you dare to say that again? That this child’s ancestor was your servant? Do you truly dare to utter those words?!”

Taking a stand on the side of righteousness, he intentionally raised his voice high, like a Buddhist Lion's Roar. Infused with his essence, energy, and spirit, and imbued with his powerful will, his resounding voice boomed like a great bell, moving everyone physically and spiritually.

Many people were influenced by him. Seeing his righteous demeanor, they resonated with him, and at that moment, as if ancient sages had awakened, they questioned in unison.

An immense pressure bore down on the Nine-Headed Dragon King, the collective will of all those present who resonated with Ye Fan, an unconscious emanation of thought from many powerful individuals.

It could be said that this was a power of conviction that shattered everything, advanced unswervingly, and broke through all obstacles, as they all shouted at the Nine-Headed Dragon King!

Ye Fan advanced, imbued with this sweeping will. With every step, the Five-Colored Divine Land trembled, as if the co-ruler of humanity was delivering a furious rebuke.

“Do you dare to say that again?!”

Ye Fan took nine steps forward and shouted nine times. Each time, his voice shook heaven and earth, booming like thunder, possessing supreme majesty. He was like a deity descended!

The Nine-Headed Dragon King was so suppressed he could not utter a single word. Even with his heaven-defying divine abilities, he could not contend with such a force of conviction.

He retreated nine steps consecutively. Each time he took a step back, he coughed up a large mouthful of fresh blood, suffering an unimaginable spiritual pressure.

Facing Ye Fan’s rebuke, he couldn’t say a word, only able to retreat, his face crimson, spitting blood profusely, suppressed by an overwhelming force.

Everyone was aghast. Ye Fan’s methods were truly extraordinary. With a roar of the Great Dao’s divine sound, he roused many humans to resonate, his shout directly targeting people’s hearts with a power of conviction that cut through everything. Who could possibly withstand it?

Ye Fan, like a heavenly deity descended, advanced irresistibly, radiating divine might. He raised his right fist, gathering the supreme fist intent of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, preparing to strike.

Shatter!

The Nine-Headed Dragon King kicked and shattered the five-colored jade platform. He flipped backward and vanished like a wisp of fragmented mist, leaving behind a trail of bloodstains.

“Reverse Dragon Ascending Heaven Steps!” an ancient living fossil was startled awake and uttered the name of this incredible sky-ascending technique.

At this moment, people gradually awoke, no longer resonating with Ye Fan. That terrifying Daoist sound disappeared, and the Five-Colored Divine Land became quiet.

Everyone was horrified. Ye Fan had almost subdued his opponent without a fight, by standing on the side of righteousness and using a profound Daoist sound to leverage collective resonance to defeat the enemy.

“You… that’s cheating!” Finally, the Nine-Headed Dragon King recovered his breath, enraged beyond measure.

Ye Fan felt a sense of regret that this enemy was indeed very powerful, having still broken free from that invincible force of conviction under such circumstances.

Inside the venue, there was dead silence. For a long time, no one spoke. This divine method was terrifying, yet also astonishing. How many could achieve it?

The Nine-Headed Dragon King’s expression was extremely unsightly. It wasn’t that his combat power was insufficient, but that he had been suppressed by an overwhelming force, attacked with immense power that no one could resist!

Ye Fan calmly sat cross-legged behind the jade table and said, “What, you can’t speak, or you don’t dare to speak anymore?!”

He shouted loudly, his face extremely serious and filled with righteous indignation. This expression made the Nine-Headed Dragon King so furious he wanted to vomit blood. In his eyes, Ye Fan's use of leverage and trickery meant he deserved to be beheaded.

“Who do you think you are?” Ye Fan said loudly, his face solemn as he sat behind the jade table. “Even the Venerable Profound Tortoise, the master of this place, said nothing, yet you come here to instruct and insult our human Holy Emperors. Do you want to make enemies of the whole world?”

Everyone watched silently, no one spoke. In this first confrontation, Ye Fan held the absolute upper hand, but this was not about his true combat power.

The exceedingly valiant man from the Golden Crow clan stepped forward. He possessed the bearing of a dragon and a tiger, his eyes like lightning, and golden, disheveled hair flowed over his shoulders. This was an extraordinary figure of the Golden Crow clan.

He inherited the ancient Daoist tradition of the human race, taking the Daoist title Chi Yang. He was the youngest brother of the Golden Crow clan’s invincible King, possessing exceptionally high seniority and terrifying strength. He held significant influence within his clan, being the 'youngest' of its giants.

“That’s Daoist Chi Yang! He actually came out of seclusion! He’s the invincible King of the Golden Crow clan’s most favored youngest brother!”

“He is not very old, yet he is the youngest uncle of the Golden Crow clan’s ten princes!”

Someone recognized Chi Yang; clearly, he was very famous. As the 'youngest' giant of the Golden Crow clan, he possessed an extraordinary status.

“What kind of skill is cheating?” Chi Yang spoke.

“Is this cheating?” Ye Fan asked, unmoving from behind the jade table. “This is the path of a sage, the unity of heaven and man, where every blade of grass, every tree, and all things in heaven and earth are for my use. If this is cheating, why don’t you try it?”

Black mist surged forward. The Lunar Divine Son seemed to stand in eternal darkness, as bone-chilling Lunar holy power surged around him. His voice was equally icy when he said, “Come out and fight.”

“Fighting you would defile my hands,” Ye Fan said, sitting high above and glancing down sideways.

“You, as a human, want to kill the descendants of the Empress, and you collude with the Golden Crow clan. How despicable!”

Everyone present stopped in their tracks. Ye Fan truly showed no mercy, facing the three masters alone, mercilessly listing their faults, utterly unconcerned.

“I forgot,” Ye Fan said without hesitation, directly revealing their painful past, “the bloodline of the Lunar Ancient Emperor was extinguished in this very way. Although you call yourselves the Lunar Divine Sect, you actually seized the legitimate inheritance, harmed the ancient imperial lineage, and usurped it.”

This was a disgraceful past for the current Lunar Divine Sect: they had killed the bloodline of the Lunar Ancient Emperor, establishing a separate lineage, an act filled with bloodshed and betrayal.

Having their disgraceful past directly exposed and brought up, the Lunar Divine Son’s face turned ashen. For many years, the Lunar Divine Sect had grown stronger, and no one had dared to speak like this.

“You of the Ye surname, come here and die!”

“Come out and fight!”

“Let’s decide life or death in the sea!”

The Nine-Headed Dragon King, Chi Yang, and the Lunar Divine Son all shouted. All three desperately wanted to immediately attack Ye Fan and instantly kill him.

People were shaken; these three were all natural prodigies, among the most formidable young masters in the world today.

The Nine-Headed Dragon King was a rising invincible master of the North Sea, who had never suffered a defeat to this day. Even ancient living fossils couldn't do anything to him, making all the current sect masters wary of him.

Chi Yang, the youngest brother of the Golden Crow clan’s invincible King, had astonished the world. Having obtained the human Daoist tradition, he was divinely brave and unstoppable.

The Lunar Divine Son, needless to say, was sworn brother to Yin Tiande and reputed to be one of the most formidable people of the current era in the Ziwei Ancient Starfield.

These individuals were hailed as heaven-defying prodigies, each invincible in their own region, with no outsider being their match. They were universally respected by the younger generation across the land.

“If you want me to take your heads, go outside the island and kneel to wait first,” Ye Fan said. “Today is Venerable Profound Tortoise’s grand birthday, and I don’t want to spoil his banquet.”

As soon as Ye Fan uttered these words, not only were the three prodigies enraged, but others also felt he was being too arrogant. The most formidable young people of the current era were gathered, and any cultivator below the Immortal Three Slaying Dao realm would suffer defeat if they came.

People believed that Ye Fan could contend alone with any one of the three, and that he was a stunning prodigy of the same caliber, but to be so presumptuous was perhaps too much.

“At Ancestor Profound Tortoise’s grand birthday, peace is paramount,” the Black Dragon King said, then secretly transmitted a message to Ye Fan: “Brother Ye, please come with me later. Come to my North Sea Dragon Palace as a guest first. These three are each more ruthless than the last.”

Others also advised against fighting here, but more people remained silent, all eager to witness a dragon-tiger struggle. This was a clash of world-shocking geniuses, and only through battle could it be determined who was the supreme king among them.

“Gentlemen, please give this old man some face,” Venerable Profound Tortoise said. “Today is the old tortoise’s 3,600th birthday, so let’s not resort to blades and weapons.”

“Since the Venerable one has spoken, I naturally would not wish to disturb your birthday; that would be a sin. However, this matter cannot end peacefully. After the banquet, I will settle this with them in the sea,” Ye Fan said.

The Nine-Headed Dragon King, Chi Yang, and the Lunar Divine Son all sneered at Ye Fan. Since Venerable Profound Tortoise had already spoken, the three did not dare to offend him; he was an old man who had lived for 3,600 years, and even their clan leaders were intimidated by him.

The birthday banquet began. It was originally going to be very lively and highly anticipated, as it was the birthday of a peerless ancient demon, and everyone was happy to attend and foster good relations.

However, at this moment, everyone was itching with impatience, wishing the banquet would end immediately so they could go and watch the kingly contest between Ye Fan and the others!

Everyone wanted to know who was the true King of Kings, and who had the true qualification to vie for the future supreme divine position.

On the jade tables, there were all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and spirits, yet people found them tasteless and were a bit restless. Conversely, the main parties involved were very calm; Ye Fan, the Nine-Headed Dragon King, and others poured and drank for themselves, completely at ease.

Ye Fan even poured a cup of wine for little Tongtong, making the child’s face flushed from drinking. The little one then clamored for more, leaving everyone speechless.

It wasn’t until Venerable Profound Tortoise ordered a minor demon to present the unique treasure of this ancient cave dwelling—the Profound Tortoise Fruit—to the distinguished guests that people were finally captivated.

The emerald green fruit resembled a small tortoise, about the size of a pigeon’s egg. It was crystalline and translucent, its rich aroma impossible to dissipate, and it was truly mouth-watering.

This was a specialty of this ancient cave dwelling, produced by the Profound Tortoise Vine rooted in the sea milk. It was greatly beneficial for cultivation, but extremely rare, with only a few fruits produced each year. Therefore, even distinguished guests received only one each.

Subsequently, people immersed themselves in the joyous atmosphere of the birthday banquet. While enjoying the Profound Tortoise Fruit, a fairy from Guanghan Palace performed a dance that was peerlessly beautiful and delightful to the eyes.

This was a junior sister of Yi Qingwu, whose status was second only to hers. Her beauty was such that it would make the moon hide and flowers blush. Her dance stirred the winds of heaven, graceful and captivating, making her seem like a Celestial Maiden descended from the heavens.

However, people also felt regret that the divine maiden Yi Qingwu had not come, and they could not witness her peerless grace. It was truly a pity, as many people were now willing to prostrate themselves before her.

However, people soon felt relieved, as Princess Yue Shi of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty was present. Considered the second most beautiful woman of the current era, she had once competed with Yi Qingwu in beauty. She was truly a peerless beauty, like a bright pearl emitting a radiant glow, illuminating the entire island.

When Princess Yue Shi of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty danced, many couldn’t help but be mesmerized. As her singing voice drifted, it further stirred people’s hearts, making them wish the banquet would continue indefinitely.

“Yue Shi will also go to the sea to watch the battle,” she announced, “and with her delicate hands, she will play the qin to accompany this world-shaking battle.”

The birthday banquet had ended, and many were still lost in their reverie until Princess Yue Shi’s gentle words roused them. They then realized that countless figures had already soared skyward, entering the sea.

A world-shaking battle was now inevitable!