Supreme Cultivation Master

"However, you are lucky to die by this move of mine, for I sealed it away after my battle with the True Dragon."

Gun God believed that Ye Fan’s body was about to be split in two. But at that moment, Ye Fan shouted, "Have you finished boasting?"

"What do you mean?"

Gun God turned and was shocked by what he saw. Ye Fan didn’t have a single wound. In other words, his attack had just been blocked. He looked at Ye Fan in astonishment.

Ye Fan said, "Your move is indeed strong, but I’m not weak either. Did you think you were the only one with an unrivaled physical body? My body is no weaker than yours."

With that outburst, his wounds rapidly healed as his Golden Bloodline was fully revealed—this was the true might of a Great Emperor.

Gun God’s brow furrowed. He had never expected Ye Fan to also be a physical cultivator; this was completely beyond his expectations. Nevertheless, he felt no fear. For a fighting maniac like him, pressure was his motivation, and at this moment, he fully unleashed it.

The absolute collision between the two masters of physical cultivation was about to begin.

"Dragon Emperor’s Fist!"

"Overbearing Power!"

Overbearing power clashed against overbearing power. The force generated by their fists spread rapidly, utterly pulverizing the surrounding meteorites in an instant. Reduced to dust, the debris dissipated into the Void Chaos.

The webbing between Ye Fan’s thumb and forefinger split open, spilling fresh blood as a potent blood qi filled the air. Gun God was not much better off. Although his hand hadn’t split, a large chunk of flesh had been torn from his fist, with a piece missing from each finger. The wound was so deep his bones were visible, and fresh blood dripped from it.

"I sense a surging energy from your body, lad. The True Dragon of yesteryear isn’t even fit to carry your shoes. You’re becoming more interesting by the moment."

Ye Fan retorted, "The True Dragon is my ancestor! If it weren’t for his brave defense back then, this world would have long since fallen into the hands of ugly creatures like you! What I’m doing now is merely completing what the True Dragon left unfinished."

At this, Ye Fan burst forth with a terrifying power. This was the second move of the Dragon Emperor’s Fist. The punch split into five distinct forces, each heading straight for Gun God from a different direction, cutting off all avenues of retreat.

"Is that all!" Gun God said disdainfully.

He unleashed the full power of his physique, attempting to block Ye Fan’s attack. He was confident that Ye Fan’s dispersed fist energies could not break his indestructible body. His body took on an appearance of absolute solidity. With a stance that seemed capable of shattering a thousand worlds, he calmly faced the five separate fist projections.

The first fist projection descended upon Gun God with irresistible force.

BANG!

The first strike landed, but Gun God stood unmoved. The second came thundering down, forcing him back three steps. He managed to block the third and fourth punches without retreating further.

As the final punch came hurtling down, Gun God revealed a disdainful expression. He had already weathered the first four, and their power was merely ordinary. In his eyes, the final punch couldn’t possibly be any stronger.

However, at that moment, the fifth punch fell with an unrivaled presence.

Not good!

As the punch made contact, Gun God immediately spat out a mouthful of blood as his entire body was sent flying. He crashed into a cluster of meteorites, shattering them completely on impact.

Ye Fan said coldly, "The secret of my fist lies in the final blow! You might withstand the first four, but you cannot withstand the fifth!"

Gun God struggled to his feet, looking at Ye Fan. His heart and lungs had suffered a severe blow and were nearly torn to pieces. His condition was dire.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "As expected of a martial arts genius. Even your fist technique is so peculiar. It truly exceeded my expectations. This isn’t an absurd outcome, though. At least, I’m still alive!"

At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate Ye Fan. The strength Ye Fan displayed was in no way weaker than his own, and he now saw him as an equal.

Ye Fan said, "So what if you’re still alive?"

"I’m alive, so I can defeat you! But that’s not important. What’s important is that my army has probably already breached your third defensive line by now!"

"What?" Ye Fan was suddenly shocked. The strength of the Divine Domain Alliance Army was concentrated in three echelons. If the enemy army broke through, it would throw everything into chaos.

"Die!" Gun God roared, charging at him and unleashing a barrage of attacks that left Ye Fan with no chance to go to the rescue.

The two Divine Monarchs from the Netherworld Clan had led their army through the third echelon. Now, they descended upon the lands of the Divine Domain. The two Divine Monarchs excitedly exclaimed, "Slaughter them all! Do not spare a single living soul!"

"Yes!"

At their command, hundreds of thousands of soldiers charged toward the Divine Domain’s territory, their momentum immense and unstoppable. Suddenly, a dense black mass appeared in the sky ahead, growing larger and larger.

Seeing this, the expressions of the two Netherworld Clan Divine Monarchs changed drastically.

"Not good! Scatter!"

Before the words had even left his lips, a rain of arrows descended, denser than a downpour, enveloping everything. The vanguard of the Netherworld Clan army, unable to retreat in time, was riddled with arrows—a gruesome sight. Before they could react, another volley followed. Without a doubt, the Netherworld Clan army suffered casualties numbering at least one hundred thousand under this barrage.

The two Netherworld Clan Divine Monarchs had not anticipated such an army waiting in the Divine Domain.

Purple qi floated gracefully, coalescing into the form of a woman—it was Qiu Ji. As the Commander of the entire army, she appeared immensely imposing.

She bellowed, "Warriors of the Evil God, the time has come to prove our strength! Charge!"

She had originally been stationed at the third echelon. However, when things started to go wrong there, the Great Wilderness God Monarch made a bold decision: withdraw the martial artists from the third echelon back to the Divine Domain itself, leaving only the troops of the mortal lineage to hold the line.

The Evil God’s army of hundreds of thousands lay in ambush here, proving the Great Wilderness God Monarch’s decision was correct. He had once again demonstrated his unmatched strategic genius.

Hundreds of thousands charged forward, clashing with the Netherworld Clan army.

The two Netherworld Clan Divine Monarchs made a beeline for Qiu Ji, their designated opponent, while she defended herself with calm confidence. The three God Monarch-level experts instantly engaged in a bloody battle.

Qiu Ji’s strength was even more formidable. She revealed a four-layered soul altar, for she was a martial artist of the Soul Clan, a supremely powerful race. Thus, even in a two-against-one situation, she still held the upper hand.

"A Soul Clan martial artist!"

The two Netherworld Clan Divine Monarchs were stunned. They had not expected Qiu Ji to be a Soul Clan powerhouse. No wonder it was so difficult to fight her.

However, just then, they sensed the aura of another soul-based expert.

There’s another one?

The two Netherworld Clan Divine Monarchs were shocked. They turned to see a woman leading another army, flanking their rear.

Although they had been at a disadvantage, they hadn’t truly broken. The overall caliber of the Netherworld Clan army was terrifyingly high. Even with the enemy having the upper hand, they remained calm in the face of danger, holding their formation steady.

But when the new army appeared behind them, the situation changed completely. The Netherworld Clan army finally began to panic.