Chapter 997: Invincible Young Emperor

Chapter 998: The Invincible Young Emperors

Ye Fan faced the greatest crisis of his life, a tremendous ordeal. Nine young Great Emperors appeared simultaneously, presenting a scene of might unprecedented throughout history!

Anyone else would be terrified and filled with despair, feeling like death was preferable. How could anyone survive this? It was an unsolvable, indeed, a fatal situation.

"Is it true... that I cannot sever the Great Dao? Is there no path to survival for me?"

Ye Fan's heart sank. Even if he transformed into a Half-Saint, he might not endure this. The simultaneous appearance of nine young Great Emperors—what kind of concept was that? It was simply unimaginable!

What was most outrageous was that even a heaven-defying figure like Wushi had arrived. This was truly an unfair fight. With nine Human Emperors attacking at once, he would only survive if he ascended to immortality.

"Pffft!"

The moment the battle began, he was instantly wounded, his form cracking. Nine figures attacked simultaneously from all directions; even a god couldn't stop them. Ye Fan roared in defiance. There was no retreat now; if he couldn't break through, he would perish, ceasing to exist forever.

However, the adversaries were truly too powerful. Any one of them alone would be a formidable foe, making it hard to say who would emerge victorious, let alone with nine attacking simultaneously!

He let out a clear cry, his hair standing on end, battling the ancient emperors amidst the boundless lightning. His surging golden vital energy was immense, but still insufficient. Ye Fan exchanged a palm strike with the Western Emperor, only to have his shoulder struck firmly by the Everlasting Universe Furnace, breaking his bones and causing his shoulder to collapse on the spot. Emperor Fuxi himself charged forward, and the other emperors also joined the attack.

"Pffft!"

Blood splattered. Ye Fan's physical body was shattered. Even as a Human Saint Body, he could not withstand the nine young Great Emperors.

Blood stained the cosmic void. For a moment, even the lightning seemed to freeze, no sound emerging. It was an eerie calm; the thunder remained, not having disappeared.

In the void, shattered flesh radiated a sacred glow, alongside numerous bone fragments and copious amounts of golden blood, all shimmering brightly.

Ye Fan had never been so desperate. It wasn't that he himself was weak; it was that his adversaries were simply too powerful. With nine of them attacking simultaneously, even the indestructible body of the Human Saint Body couldn't resist.

Boundless sacred light erupted, and his flesh reformed. A fist-sized golden figure stood at the center, letting out an angry roar that instantly shattered the surrounding void. Bone fragments and golden blood flowed backward, coalescing to rebuild his body, his joints creaking and popping.

"I will not yield! Having chosen this path, how can I let it be destroyed halfway? But it's too difficult; no one can help me. Everything depends on myself!"

Bathed in divine radiance, Ye Fan resurrected in the bloody light using the "Jie" character secret, reassembling his true form. His thick black hair flew wildly, his expression agitated and filled with indomitable spirit. He couldn't help but roar skyward; no one could save him, for severing the Dao relied on himself.

Moreover, he had no retreat now. The heavenly tribulation had already begun; even abandoning the idea of reverse-cutting the Dao was no longer an option—it was already too late.

With no hope ahead and no aid behind, he had no choice but to fight to the death. If he pushed through, vast horizons awaited; if not, it was a bottomless abyss, a cliff to hell.

A super powerful figure attacked. Emperor Wushi made his move, delivering a palm strike right away. It was rumored that he could defy the heavens with a single hand, capable of suppressing and killing an ancient deity with one palm.

Vast chaotic Dao waves surged. The true appearance of Emperor Wushi in his youth could not be clearly seen, yet one could sense his transcendent and supreme aura, his figure majestic. With one palm strike, the void shattered, and even half of the heavenly tribulation was dispersed by him. His momentum was like a rainbow, his palm force as vast and boundless as the sea.

Ye Fan's eyes burned with fierce resolve. All present were Human Ancestors who should be revered, yet at this moment, he could only cut them all down. He unleashed the Six Paths Samsara Fist, striking forward. To have the opportunity to face such figures was also a rare destiny; throughout history, no one among their peers could contend with young Great Emperors!

"Boom!"

However, Ye Fan was almost in despair. Three other Great Emperors also attacked. In this situation, there was no talk of a single duel; his hoped-for battle with Wushi simply could not happen.

"Pffft!"

Before he could even get close, he was struck by the three young Great Emperors, causing half of his body to crack and sending him flying. His blood streaked through the sea of lightning, emitting crackling sounds.

This was a difficult and brutal battle, devoid of luck or coincidence. Only raw power mattered.

The Fuxi Dragon Tablet descended, crushing Ye Fan, nearly severing half his body, a horrific sight as his torso turned into a bloody pulp. Simultaneously, Emperor Wushi attacked from behind, shattering the void. A palm strike entered Ye Fan's back and burst out from his chest, instantly tearing him into pieces.

"Ah...!"

Ye Fan let out a long cry. His true form was shattered once more, and he struggled to reassemble himself from afar, expending a vast amount of golden vital energy. Yet, the path to survival ahead became even narrower.

The young Great Emperors were all merciless because they were manifestations of the Great Dao, imprints of the past strongest figures left by heaven and earth, not their original selves.

For Ye Fan to sever the Great Dao and surpass the paths created by all past powerhouses, he had to endure their tribulation and face them in a life-or-death struggle.

"Clang!"

A vast Chaos Bell vibrated, its reverberations spreading for unknown miles. The Dao waves extended even through the vacuum, shattering the cosmos, creating an infinitely terrifying scene.

It was Emperor Wushi again!

The massive bell, like a mountain, descended from the sky, intending to trap Ye Fan within. Its ceaseless ringing sought to grind him into bloody paste.

"Buzz!"

Emperor Fuxi also attacked. Like Wushi, he was a formidable opponent, the most difficult to contend with. Wielding his Dragon Tablet, he struck down, turning the entire cosmos into a black hole.

Ye Fan fought back, but he was utterly exhausted, his strength nearly drained. The Human Saint Body's magical power was supposed to be endless, yet against these opponents, he had to expend all of it, for these were all young Imperial Bodies!

"Pffft!"

Finally, he was shattered once again by four Great Emperors. Flesh and blood splattered, a horrific sight, and his translucent bone fragments shimmered with an eerie glow.

Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness. These were true young Great Emperors, each unparalleled throughout history... all possessing supreme divine prowess, truly difficult to deal with.

"I longed for a battle, provided it was a duel with one Great Emperor, not a damn group beating!"

He was truly enraged. After reassembling his true form, he spat out another mouthful of old blood. He had seen bullies, but never bullies like this.

Nine young Great Emperors attacking together was like a tale from the Arabian Nights; who would believe it if told? Yet he truly faced a group, speechless, questioning the heavens, "Damn it!"

He realized that even if he had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough. At this rate, he would be killed over and over again until his life potential was completely exhausted.

Even with the "Jie" character secret, it was insufficient, because each time he used it to gather saint blood and reassemble his true body, he paid a heavy price; his fundamental essence was depleting!

Ye Fan went berserk. Having been injured repeatedly, it would be an injustice to himself if he didn't eliminate one or two of the young Great Emperors. He used the "Xing" character secret to evade the others, setting his sights on Wushi.

This humanoid lightning had gravely wounded him several times, and just now, it had almost split him in two, truly incurring his hatred.

"Six Paths Samsara Fist!"

Ye Fan roared, his spirit and energy reaching their peak. His entire body's vital energy surged through the cosmic void, and before his golden fist, six ancient worlds rotated, suppressing everything.

The will of the fist was invincible!

This was the sublimation of Ye Fan's essence, qi, and spirit. He wanted to fight Emperor Wushi alone, to see whether the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo was stronger, or if the true Human Saint Body was superior.

The very name Wushi represented invincibility. To be able to fight his Dao Body from his youth—even if it meant a great defeat and death, he would die without regret. Ye Fan charged forward fearlessly, his golden vital energy surging to the heavens, unleashing his strongest attack!

However, reality was cruel; things never went as he wished. Three young Great Emperors, whose identities were unknown, rushed forward, simultaneously unleashing Finger Tremors, their divine might shaking ancient and modern times.

Ye Fan sighed. He couldn't evade, only withstand the attacks of four Great Emperors, including Wushi, because he was surrounded.

He suffered defeat once more, his physical body torn apart and scattered in the void. Amidst a defiant roar, he painfully recovered, his face pale.

"No, this won't do," Ye Fan muttered to himself. "At this rate, there's not even a glimmer of hope for survival. I must be able to draw power from the lightning to replenish my losses, otherwise I won't last much longer."

At this point, he had no choice but to burn his bridges and fight with his back against the wall, with no room for retreat. He no longer picked his opponents but focused on attacking whomever was convenient, aiming to eliminate them first.

"Dou Zhan Sacred Art!"

Ye Fan unleashed the Dou Zhan Sacred Art, moving his hands to manifest the astonishing spectacle of nine dragons pulling a coffin. A vast, overwhelming aura swept forth as he struck at one of the figures nearby.

"Clang!"

However, this unnamed Great Emperor was equally formidable. With his hands, he conjured a cosmic array of stars, evolving an ancient starfield that swallowed the nine dragons pulling the coffin.

"Dou Zhan Sacred Art!"

Ye Fan exclaimed in shock. This seemingly ordinary young Great Emperor also knew the Nine Secrets, using the same technique to break his astonishing strike.

He simultaneously shook both hands, slowly moving them, and the golden blood within him surged like a rushing river. And at that very moment, his battle aura surged, breaking through the innate shackles of the Eight Prohibitions within him. Power burst forth like a breached flood, and he unleashed an attack that dominated heaven and earth.

However, an equally terrifying and dreadful aura erupted. Another unknown young Great Emperor, radiating brilliant light that filled the sky, appeared like an immortal king descending, surveying the world with burning eyes.

"Boom!"

Floods surged, rivers raged, and various divine power laws burst forth instantly. This person also simultaneously triggered a divine taboo, surpassing the Eight Prohibitions realm.

A clash of divine taboos, the most intense collision, occurred. It was destructive, like a comet striking Earth, with blinding light engulfing the area between them.

Ye Fan's body was tattered and sent flying, while other young Great Emperors were also attacking from the other side, which is why the one who triggered the divine taboo was unharmed.

Ye Fan fell silent. These were all figures from the ancient past, each an unparalleled prodigy of their respective eras, unique and invincible, the foremost under the starry sky of their time, rarely knowing defeat.

He possessed the Nine Secrets, and some of these Great Emperors had also obtained them. He could trigger divine taboos, and these individuals also possessed such natural talent; he held no advantage.

Wushi, Emperor Fuxi—none of them were ordinary. All looked down on ancient and modern times, revered throughout history. How could one easily defeat them? There was no hope.

Severing the Dao was too difficult. Countless heroes had died throughout history, some even comparable to ancient emperors among their peers.

And the path Ye Fan chose was even more perilous and arduous. His choice determined everything; he would naturally face the most terrifying punishment from the heavens: suppression by young Great Emperors!

"My Cauldron, come!"

With a soft cry, Ye Fan summoned the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron above his head. Having reached this point in the battle, defeating the nine young Great Emperors seemed almost impossible to achieve.

However, he was unwilling to resign himself to fate, refusing to sit idly by and wait for death. He still yearned to defy the heavens and sever the Dao!

"To sever the Great Dao means to manifest my unique path, to create my own sole method that transcends all other paths. Now, only by forsaking everything else and exalting my own method can I have a sliver of hope for success—to eliminate the nine emperors and survive alone!"

His eyes burned like torches, spewing brilliant light. He fixed his gaze on the nine mysterious great stars aligned in the high heavens, and then on the nine young Great Emperors!