Chapter 990: One Person Defeats the West

The Divine Knight was unlike any other; his actions were unexpected. With a single spear thrust, he shattered the void, struck the high heavens, and repelled the Pope's immense, sky-covering hand.

Everyone was puzzled, especially the people of the Vatican, who were completely taken aback. They had never imagined that the strongest figure under the western starry sky would act in such a manner.

The Pope paused, his expression calm and unreadable. He retracted the shimmering, sky-encompassing hand and calmly sat back on his stone chair, which was carved with a cross. His eyes were like the sea, betraying no emotion.

Ye Fan's lips curved into a cold smile, but he said nothing. The Pope was an extremely dangerous individual, yet the Divine Knight, being inherently straightforward, was unwilling to engage in such a manner.

"Fight again!" The Divine Knight merged with the Dao, his form blending into the void. He stood leaning on his spear, his entire being exuding an unparalleled edge. He seemed to transform into a divine spear, with killing intent permeating the nine heavens.

With a hum, he charged forward, spear in hand. With a forceful flick, thousands of spear shadows appeared, each one real. The spear tip vibrated so rapidly that it tore open a section of the sky.

Wherever it passed, it cleaved the sky, split the earth, and destroyed everything. Once the spear was unleashed, mountains and rivers trembled, and nothing could withstand its unparalleled sharpness, which pierced through all tangible matter.

Bang! Ye Fan swung his fist. In this world, only he dared to directly confront the Divine Knight's spear. Sparks flew as he struck the spear shaft with his golden fist, causing the sky to collapse, the earth to crack, and ghosts to wail and gods to howl.

Between the two, terrifying ripples erupted one after another, splitting the void and revealing endless abysses. Some of these cracks extended for hundreds of miles.

Their fierce battle was incredibly intense; the spectators' eyes could not keep up. They only saw two streaks of light clashing, each impact like a comet striking the earth.

Whoosh! Another spear thrust came, its sharpness fully revealed. On the tip of this world-shaking spear stood a divine being, hands behind its back, looking down upon the world. It coldly pressured Ye Fan. With an open-mouthed roar, a celestial river seemed to fall, a boundless expanse of white mist and surging energy—these were traces of the Great Dao.

Ye Fan countered. With his left hand forming the Moon Seal, a bright moon appeared in his palm, blocking the unparalleled Dragon Spear for defense. With his right hand forming the Great Sun Seal, a divine sun, like a blazing furnace, erupted, shattering the vast Dao waves and dominating the offense!

Rumble! At the horizon, the two were entangled. The Dao fluctuations shook mountains and ancestral ridges, activating all ancient formations. The fifty holy mountains glowed brightly, with countless interwoven patterns, as the formations of ancient sages roared.

Ye Fan battled the Divine Knight. Both displayed their unique techniques, unleashing incredibly imaginative secret arts that left spectators dazzled. This was not only a contest of divine bravery and magical power but also a manifestation of their profound understanding of the Dao.

Whenever the Dragon Spear was unleashed, terrifying scenes of collapsing mountains and rivers would appear. The divine being standing on the spear tip glowed with sparkling eyes, sweeping away everything in its path. An ordinary person would be unable to resist and would instantly turn to dust.

Ye Fan conjured various celestial seals, battling tirelessly against it. The two were perfectly matched, their spiritual forms shaking the nine heavens. They grew fiercer with each exchange, neither giving an inch.

Ye Fan's left hand, with the Moon Seal, focused on defense. The bright moon's soft light merged with the spear tip, adhering to it and refusing to let go. His right hand, with the Sun Seal, focused on offense, its brilliance blazing, striking thousands of times, finally shattering the divine being.

Boom! A violent explosion erupted between them, sending both flying backward. Such a world-shattering blow caused all fifty holy mountains to tremble. A fissure appeared in the middle, and the two fought their way out of it.

Undoubtedly, this was another disaster. When the Divine Knight thrust his spear, dozens of mountains and an ancient castle in front of them instantly turned to dust!

A single spear pierced through the void, creating an unfathomably deep abyss spanning dozens of miles. Underground magma erupted, causing a massive volcanic blast.

This was an unimaginable battle; outsiders could not fully comprehend the vastness of their divine power. Every casual strike from them caused the sky to collapse and the earth to sink. For them, it was a true battle of gods.

Ye Fan let out a long roar, his golden blood energy surging like a boundless sea, causing even greater devastation. The people of the Divine Radiance family, who were directly in that direction—hundreds of knights—all perished. They and their mounts disintegrated into blood mist and bone fragments; not a single person, including the family patriarch, survived.

The Pope's expression finally changed. Even the fifty holy mountains struggled to contain the two's battle. If the battlefield continued to expand, this blessed land, isolated from the mortal realm, would be utterly destroyed.

Boom! He unleashed his great magical power. Besides activating the fifty holy mountains, he also moved the twelve divine palaces. These palaces, built by the twelve disciples loyal to Saint Jesus, existed eternally and suppressed various directions.

Ye Fan and the Divine Knight were engrossed in their battle, completely oblivious to these actions. In their eyes, there was only their opponent, nothing else. Fighting to this extent, they had truly forgotten themselves and their surroundings.

The Divine Knight swept his Dragon Spear across. This time, the spear shaft was covered in dense Dao patterns, emitting dazzling light. It transformed into raging flames, primordial Dao fire, a manifestation of his Dao cultivation.

Poof! Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out a Dao diagram, engraved with intricate patterns. This was primordial Grand Void Qi, formed from a single essence and inscribed with his Dao, evolved from the Sacred Battle Art, mimicking the Ji Family's secret techniques.

The Dao diagram soared across the sky, clashing with the primordial Dao fire. The two continuously collided, causing the Dao fire to extinguish and the diagram's patterns to blur as they exchanged blows.

Boom! The Divine Knight swung his spear horizontally, wielding it like a world-splitting club. It split the void and simultaneously froze three thousand miles, as a vast, white world of ice and snow suddenly appeared, freezing everything.

This was an extreme temperature, shattering even the stones on the ground. In an instant, it sealed Ye Fan within, a manifestation of his complete mastery over the Dao.

Just moments ago, it was primordial Dao fire, and in an instant, it transformed into ultimate Yin energy. With a dual assault and rapid changes, it sought to obliterate Ye Fan.

For others, such diametrically opposed Dao techniques, once unleashed, could destroy a powerful expert. However, Ye Fan, cultivating both Yin and Yang, naturally felt no fear.

He swung his fists within the Yin ice, shattering the solid ice. His golden palms and fingers struck the Dragon Spear, sending brilliant light scattering everywhere, shaking the Divine Knight backward and causing a trickle of blood to spill from his lips.

From the start until now, they had battled for eight hundred rounds. Ye Fan, in the end, grew stronger with each clash. The Divine Knight was wounded in this strike, coughing up a mouthful of blood, yet the light in his eyes grew even brighter.

Bang! He shuddered in the void. In an instant, vegetation filled the world: ancient trees took root and grew in the void, old vines spread, and vast patches of flowers bloomed.

The entire world instantly became vibrant with life. Green light shimmered, and the aura of life was everywhere. The Divine Knight withdrew his killing intent, merging with the natural world.

He merged with the Dao, becoming one with nature, ascending into the realm of Heaven-Man Unity. The life force emanating from him nourished all things in heaven and earth.

At this moment, he slowly raised the Dragon Spear, devoid of any worldly aura. The divine being at its tip was gone, and the blazing divine radiance had also vanished. The spear's body was dull, without any luster.

Yet, the Divine Knight, devoid of any killing intent, made Ye Fan even warier.

This opponent became calm and natural, seemingly transcending the mundane. Although there was no hint of killing intent, it made all of Ye Fan's muscles tense. He had a premonition that a world-shattering blow was about to be unleashed!

In the four directions, there was utter silence, complete stillness. Not a single person spoke. Even the Pope stood up, his eyes bright, standing on the holy mountain and looking down.

The Divine Knight's face was carved like jade, utterly solemn. His entire being merged with heaven and earth as he unleashed a spear thrust devoid of any worldly aura. Without any killing intent, it simply pierced forward in a plain manner.

However, at this moment, apart from the Pope, almost everyone else collapsed to the ground. This was not an oppression of divine might but a vastness of the Great Dao!

What he wielded was no longer the Dragon Spear, but the Great Dao itself. It seemed as if he was prying down the entire sky, smashing it towards Ye Fan. There was no holy radiance, no surging battle qi, only this astonishing "Dao Spear"!

Ye Fan's expression became extremely solemn. His hands did not move quickly; he did not swing his fists or form seals. They simply swayed naturally, leaving a trail of Dao trajectories.

It was equally ordinary and simple, devoid of explosive power or the profound mystery of shattering the void. It was utterly natural, like a "sheep's horn hanging," leaving no trace.

Bang! Finally, they collided. Ripples erupted between them—the sacred waves of the Great Dao—rapidly spreading in all directions. The fifty holy mountains and twelve divine palaces resonated continuously and all lit up, while myriads of sword energies roared. Apart from the Pope, everyone else collapsed to the ground.

Ye Fan and the Divine Knight were devoid of any worldly aura, as if they had returned to primal nature. Their movements were not fast, but every strike was world-shattering, and even more powerful.

In the end, Ye Fan changed. He no longer followed the established Dao but began to "break the Dao," becoming sharp and formidable. His golden blood energy permeated the air, and his entire being exuded an oppressive aura over the nine heavens and ten earths. His eyes were incredibly intimidating and shone brilliantly.

Law or lawlessness, Dao or non-Dao—all existed in a single thought!

Boom! He trampled all the celestial Dao traces underfoot. At this moment, he no longer respected the established laws, breaking free from his original Dao, like a lawless Battle Saint. He was unstoppable; nothing could hinder him.

Ye Fan continuously attacked, repeatedly clashing with the Dragon Spear. He trampled the Dao traces of heaven and earth, standing tall with his head held high, looking down upon the world as he battled the Divine Knight. Laws were unbound, and the Dao was both shattered and reborn.

His golden palms and fingers continuously struck down, repeatedly clashing with the Dragon Spear, which was devoid of worldly aura and killing intent. They produced clanging sounds as golden blood energy permeated the surroundings.

His will was tougher than iron, unyielding after hundreds of battles. He intended to sever an extraordinary Dao, and now, signs appeared of him not submitting to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, charging forward relentlessly.

A thousand rounds had passed. Ye Fan, with his left hand as a palm and his right as a fist, continuously bombarded the Dragon Spear, unleashing his terrifying Dao power, imbued with an invincible will. The Divine Knight finally could no longer hold on. Although he had returned to primal simplicity, merging with the natural world, he still suffered a terrifying heavy blow at this moment and could not endure it.

Poof! The Divine Knight coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his body covered in cracks. He flew horizontally for over ten miles, crashing into an immortal holy mountain and leaving a human-shaped bloody imprint.

All fifty holy mountains shook simultaneously, and the twelve divine palaces trembled in unison. The chanting of ancient sages echoed, one after another, piercing through the sky of history, deafening.

The Divine Knight emerged from the human-shaped cave in the rock face. He softly uttered, "I am defeated."

He descended from the holy mountain, standing on the ravaged ground. With a clang, he plunged the Dragon Spear into the earth. He sat cross-legged, unmoving, as his potent life force began to dissipate.

The Divine Knight still had the strength to fight. If he had persisted, hundreds more rounds would have passed before a victor was decided. However, he withdrew, dissipating his battle qi and allowing his life to approach its end.

"Defeated! The strongest figure under the starry sky has been defeated by a demon from the Middle Lands!" "The ancient times are long gone. The sole Divine Knight of the Western Lands once slew gods, single-handedly killing two deities, yet today he was defeated like this..."

Everyone's faces turned ashen. Ye Fan's defeat of the strongest figure under the starry sky was equivalent to crushing their spirits. He alone rampaged through the Western Lands, dismantling everyone's will!

The Saintess of the Vatican, the young elites from various great families, and all the powerful figures were utterly stunned. Their faces were filled with complex expressions of shock. Not a single person could accept this reality.