Chapter 780: Ancient Royalty Is Just Like This

Zi Tiandu's entire body was filled with purple light, every strand of his hair glowing. Purple energy shot tens of thousands of feet into the sky, and with a mighty roar, the entire miniature world trembled.

This punch dominated heaven and earth, carrying the indomitable aura of the Divine Valley Young Master. His vital energy surged like a rainbow, his purple robes flapped wildly, and the battle energy emanating from him surged like a vast ocean.

Ye Fan was incredibly valiant. At his current cultivation level, he feared no one from the second layer of the Immortal Platform realm; retreat was simply not an option.

This strike was earth-shattering. When the two collided, a light erupted as if the starry sky was collapsing, turning the area into the eye of a storm that rapidly spread in all directions.

A large amount of bloody rain splattered. Zi Tiandu's hair was disheveled, his entire arm was covered in blood, and his right fist was deformed, convulsing uncontrollably as he was sent flying.

After this strike landed, the outcome was clear. His physical body was at an absolute disadvantage; his fist was almost shattered, and the intense pain distorted his features, leaving a large trail of blood.

People always spoke of how extraordinary the Saint Body was and how peerless its physical form. But as a successor of the Primordial Royal Family, Zi Tiandu had always been arrogant. He had never encountered such a physique and simply didn't believe anyone could compare to the Royal Family. Now, he finally paid a heavy price and experienced this formidable toughness.

Even the physical body of the Primordial Royal Family could not withstand the Saint Body. This was everyone's most direct realization. Subconsciously, a chill ran down their spines: Could the bloodline of a Primordial Emperor withstand it?

Seizing the advantage, Ye Fan attacked fiercely. After activating the "Movement" secret technique, he appeared close by like a bolt of lightning. He still used the Human Sovereign Seal, striking down like a golden cliff.

A drum sound rang out, muffled like heavenly thunder. A dragon-skin drum appeared in Zi Tiandu's hand, and with each beat, a burst of Dao light shot forth.

"Boom!"

In the end, with energy vast enough to fill mountains and rivers, it surged forward like an overwhelming deluge. Endless purple waves crashed, blocking Ye Fan's path.

This was an ancient heavenly sound. Zi Tiandu used his magic power and his understanding of the Dao to block Ye Fan. One physical collision had been enough; he had already suffered a great loss and didn't want the opponent to get close again.

A crackle sounded.

His bones crackled. The bones in his twisted right fist shifted, quickly growing back to their original form, and he recovered to peak condition.

"Boom," "Boom..."

The heavenly drum vibrated, like thousands of soldiers and horses galloping. Waves of purple energy rushed towards Ye Fan, and the drum sound shook the heavens; every strand could annihilate a master.

The purple sound waves seemed to crush the will of heaven and earth, shaking Ye Fan until he felt dizzy. This was a terrifying secret treasure with astonishing destructive power.

The dragon-skin drum was a replicated weapon, modeled after the weapon of an ancient Ancestral King. It was incredibly powerful; sometimes, a sudden strike could directly shatter an opponent's primordial spirit, killing them instantly.

At such a close range, if it weren't Ye Fan facing this drum sound, anyone else would probably have died on the spot.

"Break through!"

Ye Fan used the Human Sovereign Seal with his right hand, while his left hand transformed into the Heaven-Overturning Seal. Breaking all Dao traces, he struck towards the purple dragon-skin drum, intending to break through it.

"Boom!"

The drum sound was muffled. Zi Tiandu's malevolent aura erupted, his eyes like cold lightning, as he forcefully struck the drum, releasing thousands of sound waves that submerged the area in front of him.

And above his head, the purple ancient pagoda connected with the nine heavens. Thunder rumbled, dropping thick purple energy like thousands of purple greatswords striking at Ye Fan.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's path was blocked. His mind was unsettled, and his primordial spirit was unstable; he was almost sent flying by the two primordial secret treasures, his body swaying.

Nearby, Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, Xie Siyuan, and others felt their hearts pound. All of them flew backward, somewhat hoping for Zi Tiandu's great victory, after all, they had just been criticizing Ye Fan behind their backs, fearing he might have heard.

The drum sound shook the heavens, directly shattering the void around Ye Fan. The purple sound waves roared, like thousands of soldiers and horses trampling forward, limitlessly terrifying.

"Om!"

Ye Fan let out a mighty roar, countering the ancient sound with a true word mantra. This roar made the souls of all cultivators in the entire miniature world clench, as if they had been struck by a heavy punch.

One could imagine how terrifying the battle was in the arena. Behind Ye Fan, a demonic god identical to him appeared, its Dharmakaya oppressing heaven and earth, roaring as it shattered the entire garden.

As soon as the Buddhist true word mantra was uttered, it was like the creation of heaven and earth. Earth, fire, wind, and water rotated and tore apart here, and a terrifying beam of light shot into the purple energy, striking the dragon-skin drum.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering roar. This time, the drum sound was not struck by Zi Tiandu himself; it was produced by Ye Fan's strike, as divine energy erupted like a vast ocean.

Zi Tiandu let out a loud cry, his whole body trembling. Under the "Om" sound, the dragon-skin drum was pierced through. This was a secret treasure with formidable power; even living fossils and peak Saint Lords could not destroy it.

Yet today, it was shattered by a single roar from Ye Fan. This secret treasure became history; the drum skin sagged, its light dimmed, and what was even more terrifying was that it was still disintegrating.

The "Om" mantra was transformed by Ye Fan using the "Fight" secret technique, becoming a Battle Saint Sound suitable for his use. Its power at this moment was evident. The lingering power had not yet dissipated, and Zi Tiandu's body was violently shaking, with cracks appearing on it.

"What?!"

In the distance, everyone was greatly astonished. The Human Saint Body was terrifying; with just a single roar, it severely wounded a formidable enemy.

"Pfft."

Zi Tiandu opened his mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of blood. The ancient pagoda above his head shook, releasing tens of thousands of strands of purple energy, finally cutting off the lingering ripples of the "Om" sound.

"Even my dragon-skin drum was broken..." Zi Tiandu stumbled backward, staring blankly at the shattered drum in his hand, which now only had a corner of dragon skin left.

Previously, he had tried countless methods, using various weapons to strike it, yet not a single bit of damage was inflicted upon this weapon. Yet now, it was shattered by a single roar from someone. How terrifying must that be?

Wu Fei, the Heavenly Maiden of the Southern Ridge, involuntarily caressed her Guzheng. She cultivated the Dao through music and deeply understood how terrifying the divine sound clash had been, utterly shocked by Ye Fan's roar.

Chen Yuan, Xie Siyuan, and the others also turned pale. They couldn't help but wonder what the outcome would have been if they had been in the battle.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan burned with a brilliant light, like a roaring furnace. A powerful aura surged forth, making it impossible to breathe; no matter how far away one stood, a sense of dread was unavoidable.

The several "pearls" of the Southern Ridge turned pale with shock. It wasn't that they didn't know Ye Fan was powerful, but personally witnessing the battle now, they felt even more terrified.

No one failed to retreat; even the numerous spectators who arrived later felt their hair stand on end, one by one retreating far into the sky.

"Is this the Saint Body?"

"It's him! He came here alone to take the life of the Divine Valley Young Master!"

People were shocked. The Primordial Royal Family was immensely powerful; who would dare provoke them now? Although Zi Tiandu was not as strong as Huang Xudao, Yuangu, or the Heavenly Emperor's Son, and not of an Ancient Emperor's bloodline, he was still powerful enough to intimidate the world. In the past decade or so, he had made several moves, each one earth-shattering, and some speculated that he was close to severing his Dao.

However, Ye Fan dared to come alone to kill him; such dominance shocked everyone.

Heaven and earth roared!

Ye Fan, with a single hand, broke through the sky. Still not using a weapon, he charged at Zi Tiandu with just a single fist. Golden battle energy engulfed the area, turning it into a boiling sea.

Zi Tiandu felt immense pressure. This person in front of him was too terrifying. Could he truly be comparable to Huang Xudao and the others, possessing a bloodline power of the same level?

A wave of terror washed over him. For the first time, he understood that the Human Saint Body was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Bang!"

Zi Tiandu fought Ye Fan with all his might. The ancient pagoda above his head swayed, and purple energy filled the sky, assaulting all directions like a long river. The void, like a tattered painting, could not withstand it.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan directly countered his purple pagoda with his fist and directly clashed with his Great Dao magic power using his physical body. Every punch carried surging golden battle energy.

This was an earth-shattering duel. In an instant, the two had battled for hundreds of rounds. The garden was long since destroyed, alarming everyone.

In this miniature world, everyone present was of significant origin. Many were at the sect master level, and there were also many young heroes and beauties from the Southern Ridge. All of them were prominent figures, and all were utterly shocked.

"Clang!"

When the battle reached five hundred rounds, Ye Fan unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, shattering the void. The uppermost layer of the purple pagoda cracked, then exploded with a bang.

"What?!" Zi Tiandu was shocked. One layer of his five-layered ancient pagoda was destroyed, which was a huge blow to him.

This weapon was refined for him by an elder within his clan. Only a true King could shake it even slightly; its defensive power was astonishing. Even those at the second layer of the Immortal Platform realm, even if they touched the "Seven Prohibitions" domain, could not destroy it.

However, reality was shocking: Ye Fan did not use a weapon; he shattered it with just his bare fists.

Golden battle energy, like a sea, engulfed him once more. Zi Tiandu let out a loud cry, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, as he flew backward with the remaining four layers of the ancient pagoda.

"The Primordial Royal Family is nothing more than this!"

Ye Fan said, walking forward like a golden God of War. Bathed in boundless holy light, his entire body emitted an immortal divine radiance, sacred and solemn, making people instinctively look up in awe.

This strike was a huge blow to Zi Tiandu, almost destroying his belief in certain victory. The Human Saint Body had shattered his ancient pagoda with just a pair of fists, terrifying him.

"Kill!" Zi Tiandu went mad. Having fought to this point, there was no retreat; he couldn't even escape.

"Boom!" Ye Fan delivered an even more ferocious punch. Bathed in boundless holy light, almost divine, he descended from the sky, crushing all in his path. With one punch, he shattered the last four layers of the purple pagoda into dust.

"Ah..." Zi Tiandu let out a miserable shriek, his body flying diagonally backward as streaks of blood welled up from his mouth. This was definitely a severe injury; the Saint Body's power was immense, capable of easily leveling a mountain. Without the ancient pagoda's defense, the previous impact was overwhelming.

Ye Fan was faster than lightning. Without hesitation, he followed up, unleashing punch after punch, as boundless holy light filled every inch of heaven and earth.

Zi Tiandu blocked with both hands, but they shattered instantly. Even his chest almost burst open, and his body was crisscrossed with countless cracks, gushing blood.

"Do you still remember a human youth named Dongfang Ye? You massacred them all; did you ever imagine this day would come?" Ye Fan said.

"Of course, I remember. Wasn't he that uncultured savage? He was hard to kill, but eventually, he was cornered at Falling Eagle Cliff, his blood splattering on the stone walls." Zi Tiandu laughed cruelly. At this point, he had nothing left to fear, and he opened his mouth and spat out another large mouthful of blood.

Falling Eagle Cliff, where even eagles would fall if they landed, was an ominous place where many strange things had occurred; even the Primordial Race were unwilling to approach it.

"An uncultured savage? Is that your assessment?!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth, his entire body's battle blood boiling, and his upper garments burst open as he unleashed his full power.

Zi Tiandu laughed cruelly, saying, "Just a savage. What if I killed him?" He knew he likely wouldn't have a good end today, so he completely threw caution to the wind.

At this moment, Ye Fan could only swing his fists, using invincible power to shatter all obstacles and trample this person underfoot; only then could he avenge his old friend.

Various weapons in the sky continuously broke apart. Ye Fan fought like a berserker, finding an opportunity to forcibly tear off Zi Tiandu's regenerated arms, which were now gushing blood.

"Bang!"

"Ah..."

The next moment, Ye Fan's foot descended from the sky. With overwhelming combat power, he stamped down with a massive foot, landing vertically on Zi Tiandu's chest.

"Pfft!"

This was a gruesome scene. Ye Fan descended, trampling Zi Tiandu. With one stomp, he stomped Zi Tiandu's chest into pieces, his foot going right through him and landing on the ground.

"The Primordial Royal Family is nothing more than this!" Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him, destroying all of Zi Tiandu's confidence and dignity.