Chapter 805: Strong Fighting Saint Clan

Chapter 807: The Mighty Battle Saint Ape Tribe

After several months, the Holy Prince reappeared in the world, having escaped any great catastrophe. He stood there, holding a black-gold staff, looking exceptionally mighty.

At this moment, his fiery golden eyes blazed, and his fur shimmered with light, as if his entire body was cast from gold, radiating brilliantly like a god descended to the mortal realm.

The dark staff was dripping blood; one of the Emperor Son's guardians had been beaten into a pulpy mess, with bones and blood splattering everywhere.

The Holy Prince's appearance and his confrontation with the Emperor Son were undoubtedly sensational, triggering a great commotion. News quickly spread, and many people rushed to the scene upon hearing it.

“What do you mean?” the Emperor Son asked, his dark hair flowing. He was enveloped by nine five-colored divine rings, protecting him at the center, symbolizing supreme imperial power.

The Holy Prince was exceedingly domineering. Golden divine light surged around his body as he pointed his black-gold staff forward, stating arrogantly, “No other meaning—I just want to kill you!”

All around, people's expressions shifted dramatically. The inheritance of the Battle Saint Ape lineage was on full display—this was truly an unexpected confrontation.

The Holy Prince against the Emperor Son—it was truly a clash of titans!

Both possessed incredibly prominent statuses; many ancient races would prostrate before them. They were considered to have the strongest bloodlines of their time, with terrifyingly powerful backgrounds.

The Immortal Emperor, needless to say, was the subject of countless legends—an unrivaled, supreme existence who surpassed even gods.

The Battle Saint Emperor was the last Emperor of the ancient era. His combat prowess was so formidable it was considered heaven-defying. He earned his title as the Saint Emperor by excelling in battle; he was the only one in history to be called such.

Their descendants clashing was truly like a comet striking the earth—a dazzling event that demanded everyone's attention. This was a collision between the heirs of the most powerful.

“Holy Prince, you are reckless, publicly taking the life of my subordinate. Do you take my temper for being too mild?” The Emperor Son stepped forward, his heroic and divine bearing flawless and dazzling, as if an ancient Emperor had been reborn.

“I told you, I want to kill you! In the past, you incited many to attack me, and you have the nerve to say such things? Today, I return healed from my injuries, ready to strike you all down with my staff.” The Holy Prince had a strong, wild aura; his golden Battle Saint energy stirred the heavens, making him resemble a god of war.

Not one of the ancient beings present dared to speak; they held both in deep awe. This was a confrontation between ancient princes; ordinary individuals had no right to intervene.

“Boom!”

The black staff in the Holy Prince's hand swung down, dripping with blood. Blood drops trickled from it, and the sheer pressure caused the void to tremble violently like a tattered rag.

An old servant behind the Emperor Son blanched. He stepped forward to meet the attack, preventing his master from advancing, and manifested a bronze lamp. The lamp's flame seemed to burn down the firmament as it suppressed downwards.

“Crack!”

The black-gold staff in the Holy Prince's hand, heavier than a mountain, shattered the Dao light and extinguished the divine flame. With the force of Mount Tai pressing down, it blasted the bronze lamp into pieces.

“Splatter!”

There was still no suspense: the head of that powerful old servant was utterly obliterated, his primordial spirit unable to escape, extinguished within his physical body.

“He has become a King!” exclaimed a servant behind the Emperor Son in shock. He quickly rushed forward, shielding his master and blocking the Holy Prince's attack.

“Clang!”

This old servant, wielding a dragon-horn mace, emitted a series of crimson lights. A crimson dragon flew out to meet the great staff, emitting resonant sounds of the Dao as various auspicious lights and propitious colors emerged.

This was a clash between Kings!

Those in the back were terrified and quickly retreated. Experts of this caliber were rare even among humans, making many sect masters gasp in shock.

The fierce battle unfolded rapidly with intense impacts. The Holy Prince fought as if the Battle Saint Emperor had been reborn, trampling heaven and earth. His great staff swept horizontally, displaying unmatched bravery and dominating the cosmos!

“Clang!”

Sparks flew between the iron staff and the dragon-horn mace. Strands of auspicious energy shattered, streaks of propitious light broke apart, and traces of the Grand Dao were fractured. The Holy Prince's power suppressed all directions, shaking the old servant, who spat blood as he retreated.

“Truly worthy of being a Saint Emperor's direct descendant, renowned for combat and intimidating the world—you have only just begun to cleave the Dao and yet you have already wounded me,” the old servant said, his chest heaving violently, his body flowing with light, clearly astonished.

“Good!” Ye Fan was genuinely happy for the Holy Prince.

Not only had the Holy Prince returned alive, but he had also crossed an incredibly difficult threshold. One must remember that the Immortal Stage Three: Dao Cleaving had halted countless individuals, and those with astonishing talent might even face greater resistance.

The Emperor Son finally blanched. He too was stuck at this barrier, having not yet successfully cleaved the Dao. If he had confronted the Holy Prince just now, he would most likely have been in grave danger.

“Son of God, please calm your anger; do not act forcefully. Your talent is unmatched through the ages; when you successfully cleave the Dao, no one of your generation will be able to rival you, and you will become an existence like the Emperor. Please enter the Jade Pond first; we will deal with him,” his guardians interjected.

“Holy Prince, you are a member of an ancient imperial clan, yet you associate with the Human Sacred Body and even attack other races. Are you betraying your ancestors?” the Emperor Son bellowed.

“You meddle too much. Who I associate with is none of your business. Furthermore, stop trying to pin grand labels on me. In the ancient era, ten thousand races thrived, constantly warring. Blood flowed like rivers across the barbaric lands—who can even say how many races were annihilated? I've never heard that the ten thousand races were one family; each simply held sway for thousands of years. Besides, humanity is also one of the ten thousand races, so it makes no difference whether I associate with the Human Sacred Body or the inheritor of Blood Phoenix Mountain.”

The Holy Prince was equally sharp and fierce, his momentum overwhelming. He stepped forward with his staff in hand, poised to strike again and kill the Emperor Son.

The Emperor Son sneered, “This is not the ancient past. Various races have re-emerged, desiring to re-dominate the world's fate, yet the original lands are entirely occupied by humanity. Aren't your actions a rebellion against the major tribes?”

“You don't understand what 'coexistence of ten thousand races' even means, so don't try to lecture me. Do you really think I only care about the Son of God? I don't think much of the Immortal Emperor at all!”

As soon as the Holy Prince uttered these words, many ancient beings blanched. The Immortal Emperor was a taboo, not to be desecrated.

“Shut up! What right do you have to slander the ancient Emperor? This is a crime of great disrespect; the world will condemn you!” the old servant fighting him shouted, holding his dragon-horn mace.

“You, a mere servant, dare to yell at me? Get lost!” the Holy Prince roared, swinging his iron staff. It sent the servant staggering backward, cracks appearing on his body, and a trail of blood flowing from his brow.

“Holy Prince, you’ve gone too far!” The Emperor Son’s eyes were terrifying, his black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and nine five-colored divine rings manifested behind him, making him appear like the Emperor reincarnated.

The Holy Prince sneered, “When my father attained the Dao back then, he completely overturned your father's Dao field. What divine miracle are you talking about? It was blasted to dust by a Saint Emperor Fist, merely deified by later generations.”

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire scene fell silent. This was a taboo topic, yet the Holy Prince didn't care at all, speaking it aloud and causing many ancient races to feel their hearts pound.

The Battle Saint Emperor was an existence who feared neither heaven nor earth. He fundamentally did not believe in the so-called gods of the past—otherwise, how would he dare take such a title? In his heart, he had only one thought: "With me, there is no rival!"

No matter who it was, or even a legendary deity, if they faced him, he would simply punch through them, blasting them to dust.

The ancient races had indeed heard those rumors, but no one dared to discuss them much. The late ancient era was the domain of the Battle Saint Ape lineage; the Saint Emperor ruled the land, and who dared to defy him?

Unexpectedly, today the Holy Prince was utterly fearless, speaking it all aloud and causing many ancient beings to fall silent in trepidation.

Ye Fan finally understood why the Emperor Son, after emerging, had tried every means to scheme against the Holy Prince and wanted to kill him—so there was such a secret.

“Even if you are of ancient imperial blood, you cannot desecrate the supreme Emperor! Today, we will kill you!” The injured old servant, wielding his dragon-horn mace, attacked again. The sounds of the Grand Dao surged like a sea, and auspicious Dao light danced across the sky, slashing towards the Holy Prince's head.

At the same time, an even older ancient being pounced forward, rushing towards the Holy Prince.

Ye Fan's expression changed. He sensed the powerful aura of this new assailant and feared the Holy Prince might be at a disadvantage. His Peerless Sacred Body glowed, yet he concealed its profound mysteries, rushing forward instantly.

“Bang!”

He launched a punch that collided with the even older servant. A series of bloody lights erupted; the old servant's palm exploded first, then his entire arm, and finally his body also cracked. He was sent flying sideways, barely avoiding utter ruin.

Simultaneously, the Holy Prince's staff also shattered the dragon-horn mace into dozens of pieces, causing the old servant's arms to crack open and then fall off.

All around, ancient beings and humans alike were utterly stunned, but not a single person dared to step forward. They had no desire to get involved in the grievances between direct descendants of ancient Emperors.

In the field, Ye Fan and the Holy Prince stood side by side. Duan De also strode over, and then the three of them advanced together, like three gods of war, their golden vital energy merging into one formidable aura.

“Holy Prince, what if you have cleaved the Dao? Do you really think I can't do anything to you?” The Emperor Son's expression turned grim and chilling. The nine divine rings behind his head rapidly expanded, emitting a terrifying fluctuation.

“Son of God, please calm your anger; do not act forcefully. Your talent is unmatched through the ages; when you successfully cleave the Dao, no one of your generation will be able to rival you, and you will become an existence like the Emperor. Please enter the Jade Pond first; we will deal with him,” his guardians interjected.

“Boasting shamelessly!” the Holy Prince sneered. “My father’s greatest regret back then was not being born in the same era as the Immortal Emperor, so he couldn’t blast him to dust. But now, you and I are in the same generation, so it’s perfect for me to deal with you and fulfill my old father’s wish!”

These words were utterly blasphemous, yet none of the surrounding ancient beings dared to say anything more; all pretended not to have heard.

The Holy Prince’s father was the last Saint Emperor of the ancient era. Many ancient beings had personally experienced the era when he ruled the world; his battle renown was powerful enough to crush all heavens!

Even now, speaking of him evokes fear and awe. Back then, the strongest individuals of all races had to prostrate in worship before him, for he was an unapproachable, living Saint Emperor—more real than the legendary Immortal Emperor, a mere deity.

And precisely because of this, no matter how domineering the Holy Prince was, or even how disrespectful he was towards the ancient Emperor, no one found it strange. The Battle Saint Ape lineage was inherently like this: fearing neither heaven nor earth, blasting all myths to pieces!

At this moment, Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and Duan De pressed forward together, forming a powerful vital energy storm. Golden divine light engulfed the area.

“Who dares to cause such a disturbance here, ignoring the rules of this grand event?” A loud shout came from within the Jade Pond, as several prominent figures emerged, and many more rushed over.

A mountain master from the Seventeen Blood Phoenix Mountains, a cave master from the Thirteen Fire Kylin Caves, and others had all arrived. They were all representatives of imperial clans, and their hearts skipped a beat when they saw it was the Holy Prince shouting for a kill.

This was no easy person to deal with. The Holy Prince's current status was too sensitive; if he truly caused a major scene, everyone would be wary.

“I haven’t stepped into the Jade Pond yet, so it doesn’t count as violating the rules of the grand assembly! Today, I intend to kill the Immortal Emperor’s descendant right here!” The Holy Prince declared, gripping his dark staff, his murderous aura soaring and his presence unboundedly domineering.