Chapter 769: Unrivaled Bravery

Chapter 772: Unmatched Valour

Before the Divine Land, nine colossal purple-gold divine beasts, as immense as elephant-dragons, pulled a chariot adorned with numerous ancient runes. On the chariot rested an astonishing pile of divine sources.

At this moment, four fist-sized divine sources detached and fell, producing a few distinct "crack" sounds that echoed clearly across the battlefield, unsettling everyone.

The roars of tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers seemed incomparable to those sounds, causing the vast battlefield to fall silent instantly. All eyes fixed on the chariot.

These divine sources were not a single piece; they were pieced together, engulfing a majestic white-haired old man who sat cross-legged within them.

"Dark Ancestor King!" All the members of the Wang family exclaimed excitedly, shouting his name. Many prostrated themselves in devout worship, hoping to awaken and revive the man within the pile of divine sources.

On the barbarian army's side, there was a deathly silence. Not a single person spoke, all quietly staring at the pile of divine sources ahead. Was a terrifying enemy about to awaken?

"Crack!"

Another soft sound, and a face-sized divine source detached from the pile, rolling onto the ground. Although the white-haired old man within still showed no signs of life, his presence sent shivers across the entire battlefield.

"Long live the Dark Ancestor King! Slaughter all enemies, let our immortal might soar!"

"Please, Dark King, make your move! Resolve our tribe's calamity, annihilate our strong enemies, and forge an invincible legend!"

"May Heaven bless our tribe, prosperous for all eternity!"

The Wang family erupted in fervent shouts. Moments earlier, a perfected King had been slain by the Barbarian King, and Ye Fan had beheaded a mighty figure amidst the army, plummeting their morale to its lowest. But now, with a Dark Demon King awakening, it was an immense boost to their spirits.

"Crackle!"

This time, dozens of divine sources detached. The white-haired old man sitting amidst them suddenly opened his eyes. A terrifying aura made the entire world tremble, and everyone's hearts pounded.

His hollow eyes, devoid of any light, resembled two black holes capable of devouring souls. They were cold, merciless, dim, and utterly devoid of human emotion.

"Who disturbs my slumber? Has the family reached a moment of life and death? So, this day has finally arrived," a voice, ethereal and desolate, drifted as if from the netherworld.

"Ancestor, please act! It's a group of savages from the Southern Ridge attacking. A perfected King of our family has already fallen in battle," a mighty figure cried, tears streaming down his face as he knelt.

"Have the Southern Ridge barbarians truly grown so powerful as to dare attack an ancient aristocratic family at will?" asked the white-haired old man, still seated within the divine sources.

"It is you who are too strong and arrogant! You invaded the Southern Ridge three times to massacre our tribe. Now, we are merely launching the counter-attack we should, to protect our people," the Barbarian Chief shouted.

"Protect our people, trample the Northern Plains!" Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry, holding their battle spears high, roared in unison, their momentum astonishing.

"What a powerful Barbarian God of War tribe! Just as the legends say, their vanguard could force even immortal dynasties to retreat," said the Dark Demon King from within the divine sources, as black mist surged and slowly seeped out.

His voice gradually turned cold, each word heavy as ten thousand tons, striking the hearts of the barbarian warriors, threatening to shatter their souls. "But do you truly believe you can destroy an ancient aristocratic family? Are you not afraid of being utterly annihilated here yourselves?!"

Many barbarian warriors could not withstand this impact, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. Some even fell directly from their mounts and never rose again.

"Boom!"

The Barbarian King took a single step, and the Divine Land shook violently!

A distant mountain range also collapsed. Many Wang family experts in front vomited blood, bounced off the ground, flew into the sky, and some even exploded into pieces.

"So what if you're the Dark Demon King? What's there to be fierce about? Do you think my barbarian tribe fears you? I can kill you," the Barbarian King, though gaunt and withered, spoke with resounding force, his words capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.

The Dark Physique, a terrifying constitution, once perfected, allowed one to be known as the Dark Demon King, sweeping across the land with few rivals.

"The barbarian tribe is impressive, producing a legendary Barbarian King. But you, young one, are too conceited," a voice emerged from the divine sources, and an invisible killing intent burst forth.

"Clang!"

In front of the Divine Land, a blinding light erupted, clashing against a dark glow. It was the clash of divine consciousnesses from two formidable Kings.

"Dark Demon King, if you were a Saint, I would turn and leave. But you are not. Stop acting superior due to your age. It is rumored you perished fifteen hundred years ago, yet you cling to life, suppressing yourself with divine sources, merely trying to hold onto your last breath."

Ye Fan was surprised, gradually learning from their words that the Dark Demon King was not as ancient as he had imagined, but rather a powerful figure from a more recent era.

The Dark Demon King was now over five thousand five hundred years old, though this was not his true lifespan.

In fact, when he reached over four thousand years of age, his life force was dwindling. He then sealed himself with divine sources, carving Dao patterns, hoping to achieve "immortality."

Of course, so-called immortality has its limits. What he used to seal himself was not divine source fluid, so it could not last indefinitely.

Before his life force was extinguished, he reduced his body's consumption to the lowest possible level. Now, merely having extended his existence by fifteen hundred years, he was nearing his limit and on the verge of death.

Though said to be five thousand five hundred years old, his cultivation was still that of a four-thousand-year-old, retaining his original combat power. However, his vital energy was insufficient and nearing exhaustion.

Naturally, this was terrifying enough. Once one reached four thousand years of age, such combat power could undoubtedly dominate the world, becoming unmatched!

"Oh really? Let me see what capabilities this so-called Barbarian King possesses!" the Dark Demon King said sinisterly.

"How many attacks can you unleash? How much vital energy do you have left? Emerging now, you're merely tarnishing your reputation in your twilight years!" the Barbarian King retorted, holding a large bone club.

"It's enough to support me for two thousand rounds of combat! Today, I shall slay this so-called 'physique-unrivalled' Barbarian King!" the Dark Demon King roared, his voice shaking heaven and earth.

He indeed had the right to be arrogant. A Grand Demon Ancestor King over four thousand years old was enough to shake heaven and earth. In an era where Saints did not appear, he could reign supreme.

At this moment, torrents of black mist surged skyward, dispersing the clouds above. The area transformed into a place of darkness.

However, he did not emerge from the divine sources because he did not want to waste even a bit of his lifespan. He waited for his opponent to shatter them. He had little time left in the world.

His so-called heritage was such that it would perish upon seeing the light. As soon as he emerged, whether victorious or defeated, he would immediately pass away.

"Roar..." The demonic roar shook heaven and earth. The entire Northern Plains seemed to tremble. The peerless Demon King had emerged, and invisible killing intent surged in all directions.

The barbarian army coughed blood and retreated, all terrified. This was a peerless Demon King, far more terrifying than Wang Lie, bearing the title 'Dark'!

No one noticed that during this process, Ye Fan had been continuously preparing, moving secretly. He had etched layer after layer of formation patterns with his feet.

This was the Wang family's Divine Land, crisscrossed by ten thousand ancient energy channels, a place where dragons ascended. Naturally, there were abundant source veins and dragon qi underground.

Over a decade had passed. In his leisure, he had studied the Origin Heaven Book, long surpassing his previous realm and progressing towards becoming an Origin Heaven Master.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly stomped his feet with great force. The underground dragon veins were instantly activated, unleashing millions of rays of light, drawing forth source energy, and invigorating life.

This was a major unforeseen event, beyond everyone's imagination. A terrifying great dragon extended from beneath Ye Fan's feet, connecting with the chariot pulled by the nine purple-gold divine beasts.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering change occurred. The entire pile of divine sources ignited and then suddenly shattered. The power unleashed was incomparably terrifying.

Before the Pure Land, it was as if a sun had exploded. Millions of divine rays burst forth, unleashing boundless brilliance. No one could look directly at it; it was a catastrophe.

The Wang family members screamed in agony. Those nearby shattered instantly, turning into blood and pus, then igniting and becoming ashes.

Shouts erupted one after another. The Wang family members were terrified, not grieving the loss of so many experts, but rather in dread for the Dark Demon King.

The pile of divine sources exploded, and this ancestor was seated right in the middle, bearing the brunt of it. Had he fallen without even making a move? This was an immense, stifling hatred.

"Boom!"

Within the Divine Land, the aura of a supreme Saint Weapon surged forth, overwhelming everything, forcibly suppressing all the exploding divine sources and rendering them calm.

Otherwise, this region would cease to exist. So many divine sources burning could have turned the entire Ascending Dragon Land into scorched earth, devoid of all life forever.

A white-haired old man, with a severed arm, a cracked head, and twisted legs, roared skyward, his body enveloped in terrifying black mist.

The Dark Demon King was not dead. To survive such a divine source storm without life-threatening danger, one could imagine his terror.

Nearby, the nine purple-gold divine beasts, the chariot, and a large number of experts were all vaporized into dust. Only he remained standing.

"Ancestor!" The Wang family cried out. This was a tremendous blow. Before even engaging, he had already suffered a severe loss of vital energy.

The Dark Demon King was enraged to the point of madness. In his former years, he had roamed the five regions, unrivaled under heaven, yet today he had suffered such a great loss.

Throughout his life, his valour was unmatched. Only four thousand years ago, in the Eastern Wasteland, did he encounter an astonishingly young White-Clothed Divine King, whose brilliance surpassed all ages. He was soundly defeated, and his Dao heart was wounded.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen the path of self-sealing. Being suppressed by a young junior King with absolutely invincible combat power had made him lose his will to achieve Dao.

And now, another young person had inflicted wounds upon him with such methods, and he sensed a familiar aura from this person.

"You also cultivate the Sacred Fighting Art!" the Dark Demon King roared, transforming into a dark streak of light, charging forward like a madman.

"Well done!" The Barbarian King glanced back at Ye Fan, then, holding his bone club, advanced to meet the attack.

"Boom!"

The Barbarian King and the Dark Demon King clashed, causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack, with divine domain impacts. They transformed into two entangled lights, locked in a battle to the death.

In all directions, the earth sank, and mountains crumbled. It was as if the world was being recreated, and all living beings were utterly destroyed.

On the barbarian army's side, a stone axe hung high, releasing tens of thousands of divine power threads that protected everyone within.

The same was true within the Divine Land. A supreme Saint Weapon exuded a powerful, surging aura, protecting all the Wang family members. Otherwise, the duel between the two Kings could have destroyed everything.

"Kill!"

Behind them, tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers raised their weapons in unison, mounted on their steeds, and shouted together, cheering on the Barbarian King, like a wild army from heaven.

On the other side, the Wang family members were filled with fury, also shouting: "Slay these savages!"

"Kill the Sacred Body!" They wished they could skin Ye Fan alive. If not for him, how could the recent tragedy have occurred?

"Thud!"

The battle on the field was extremely fierce. The Dark Demon King spat out a mouthful of primordial demonic energy, almost causing the Barbarian King's chest to burst open.

However, during this process, the Barbarian King also displayed earth-shattering might, swinging his bone club and unleashing ancient barbarian battle techniques. With a world-shattering blow, he struck his opponent's waist.

"Crack!"

Half of the Dark Demon King's body was smashed, and black demonic blood flowed, a terrifying sight.

"You, too, are a so-called foundation? You're not even as good as someone like me who lives in the present era!" The Barbarian King was mighty. Although gaunt and withered, his divine power was peerless, and his valour was unmatched.

The Dark Demon King roared, soaring into the sky, and resumed the fierce battle. Killing intent surged behind him, his disheveled hair flew, and demonic energy billowed.

"Wrath of the War God!" The Barbarian King roared. As he swung his bone club, a colossal phantom of a War God emerged at its tip.

It towered into the sky, roaring upwards, its disheveled hair flying. Its bronze muscles were powerful, like coiling dragons. With a mighty roar, its fury boiled.

"Boom!"

This War God, manifested at the tip of the bone club, unleashed sky-reaching vital energy, terrifying the Dark Demon King and causing his entire body to almost crack.

"Buzz!"

The great club pressed down, capable of shattering mountains and rivers, and the War God itself struck, swatting down.

All directions crumbled, and heaven and earth trembled. The Dark Demon King was heavily wounded again, sent flying, his body showing multiple cracks, nearly broken apart.

"Dark God's Descent!"

He also roared, and a black demonic god appeared behind him, roaring skyward, lunging forward, charging towards the Barbarian King.

Blood blossomed as the Barbarian King was sent flying backward, having suffered a terrifying blow.

"With a single thought, sever the firmament!" The Barbarian King roared, leaping up. His entire being transformed into a terrifying phantom, and from within his glabella, a deity stepped forth, identical to him, and charged out.

"Boundless darkness, I am invincible, ruling the earth!" the Dark Demon King roared, his entire being splitting into nine. Nine ancient demons surged forward together, charging ahead.

The two supreme Kings fiercely contended!

"Kill! The Barbarian God of War is immortal, invincible wherever he goes!"

"Kill! Long live the Barbarian King, unmatched in valour!"

All the barbarian cavalry roared, their shouts shaking mountains and rivers, inspiring awe.

"The Dark Ancestor King is invincible! Kill all enemies!"

"Annihilate the savages! Exterminate the Sacred Body!"

The Wang family also roared, bolstering their King's prestige.

And just then, Ye Fan, holding the Divine Maiden Furnace, stepped out from the crowd and walked onto the battlefield, the only cultivator daring to enter the Kings' battle.

He roared, "Who dares to fight? Where is Wang Teng? Do any of the Wang family's powerhouses dare to step forward?!"

The Sacred Body's physical might was unrivaled. Such a roar echoed across the Northern Plains, reverberating like heavenly thunder. Despite their fury, none of the Wang family's powerhouses dared to respond.

One man stood alone before an army of tens of thousands, yet no one dared to step out. This scene further elevated the barbarian army's fighting spirit, greatly boosting their morale.

"Kill! Dare you fight?!"

"Kill! Who dares to contend?!"

"Kill! Unmatched valour!"

Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry roared, challenging on behalf of Ye Fan, their momentum swallowing mountains and rivers, echoing through the sky.

In the distance, the Wang family's morale plummeted to its lowest. The Dark Demon King had struggled to overcome his opponent and seemed to have suffered a great loss. Now, a Sacred Body was so overwhelmingly suppressing all of them that no one dared to fight.