"That boy is no threat! Everyone, ignore him for now and focus your strength on killing the Evil You Ancestor!" Heavenly God Monarch roared.
The Divine Monarchs immediately took action, attempting to trap the Evil You Ancestor in their midst. However, at that very moment, Ye Fan made his move.
"Those who dare to underestimate me always die a miserable death, and that includes you!"
Ye Fan lunged at Heavenly God Monarch, striking with the Sword of Slaughter.
Seeing the Sword Qi approaching, Heavenly God Monarch sneered, "A feeble attack!"
He had just raised his hand to block when he realized Ye Fan’s sword had already reached him, severing two of his fingers.
"Hmph!" Heavenly God Monarch grunted, unable to believe that Ye Fan had actually managed to injure his hand.
"You’re courting death!" he roared. Disregarding the Evil You Ancestor in the Array, he launched himself into battle with Ye Fan.
With Heavenly God Monarch gone, the pressure on the Evil You Ancestor within the Array instantly vanished. Freed from that burden, he was like a wild goose soaring unfettered through the sky. Unhindered, he unleashed the Evil Nether Battle Chronicles, tearing the Array apart with the formidable Evil You Qingtian.
Once the Array was torn asunder, the Evil You Ancestor dispatched four streams of power, each heading for one of the four remaining Divine Monarchs.
The Crownless God Monarch was greatly alarmed, and the other Divine Monarchs were equally shocked. Although their cultivation realms were not much lower than the Evil You Ancestor’s, the difference in their combat power was like that between heaven and earth. Moreover, they knew they could never reach the realm he had attained.
"Surround him!" Crownless God Monarch bellowed. He immediately employed the Crownless Thirty-Six Transformations to ensnare the Evil You Ancestor while the other three Divine Monarchs advanced and retreated in an orderly fashion. The four Divine Monarchs worked together, hoping to take down their foe.
Unfortunately, from the very start of the confrontation, they had been at a disadvantage. The Evil You Ancestor, meanwhile, effortlessly suppressed their combined assault.
「The battle between Heavenly God Monarch and Ye Fan.」
"Heavenly Seven Twenties!" Heavenly God Monarch roared.
"Soul Refining Domain!" Ye Fan shouted in response.
He unleashed his strongest combat power to counter the Heavenly Seven Twenties.
This boy is no simpleton, his rate of improvement is terrifyingly fast! He doesn’t have the realm of a Divine Monarch, yet his combat power is already comparable to one! If he’s allowed to keep growing like this, I fear no one in the entire Divine Domain will be able to suppress him in the future—not even Qiu Ji!
This was Heavenly God Monarch’s greatest fear. Since Qiu Ji’s return from the Outer Realm, she had remained in seclusion, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Even these old powerhouses had no way of dealing with her. They didn’t know what had happened to her, but they knew that with Ye Fan’s heaven-defying growth rate, it would take a hundred years at most before they, the great Divine Monarchs, were nothing beneath his feet. The signs of an invincible existence were already beginning to show.
For this reason, Heavenly God Monarch was prepared to fight to the death. He would sacrifice his own life if it meant eliminating this most terrifying enemy of the Evil God lineage. Otherwise, the future would spell their doom. With Ye Fan currently far from the Evil You Ancestor, this was the perfect opportunity. If they missed this chance, having the Evil You Ancestor by his side would make Ye Fan like a fish in water. And so, in that moment, Heavenly God Monarch unleashed the ultimate form of the Heavenly Seven Twenties.
At the same time, Ye Fan quietly launched his assault, channeling his Creation Power to generate his mightiest aura and meet the Heavenly Seven Twenties in a battle to the death.
CLASH!
When the Heavenly Seven Twenties collided with the Pure Yang Divine Power, Ye Fan failed to gain the upper hand due to Heavenly God Monarch’s superior realm. In this exchange, the two were evenly matched, with neither side gaining an advantage.
"Seize Heaven’s Creation!" Heavenly God Monarch bellowed.
Ye Fan was stunned. He never expected Heavenly God Monarch to be able to launch consecutive strikes. The monarch attacked twice in rapid succession, sending an unprepared Ye Fan flying backward.
Ye Fan struggled to his feet.
Heavenly God Monarch’s cold voice rang out, "Your greatest mistake in this life was choosing to fight me. You picked the wrong opponent."
"Is that so?" Ye Fan retorted coldly.
The wrong opponent? I certainly don’t agree.
At that moment, he summoned his Soul Altar Power. Three layers of the Soul Altar materialized, pulsing with an energy that seemed on the verge of breaking through to a fourth layer. This momentum continued to spread and intensify.
When Heavenly God Monarch felt this suffocating soul power, he sucked in a sharp breath. They all knew that Qiu Ji’s primary cultivation was the Soul Altar. They had gone to great lengths to nurture her, even creating the Soul Altar specifically for her after reading in ancient records that she was a descendant of the Ancient Soul Clan.
Therefore, when Ye Fan unleashed this ultimate power, Heavenly God Monarch was thunderstruck. He had never witnessed something so astonishing. He even suspected that Ye Fan, like Qiu Ji, was a descendant of the Ancient Soul Clan. Otherwise, how could he cultivate the Soul Altar as his primary focus?
While Heavenly God Monarch was reeling from the soul pressure, he was struck by an attack from Ye Fan’s Futian Sword Dao.
Clutching his wound, Heavenly God Monarch gasped. This was the first time he had ever been injured by a Main God-level martial artist. If he hadn’t known of Ye Fan’s situation, he would have been filled with shame and rage. But now that he knew, he considered it all perfectly normal.
He said to Ye Fan, "Do you think your Soul Altar is invincible? We began studying the Soul Altar a hundred years ago! Today, that research finally bears fruit."
He soared into the sky, invoking the Heavenly Seven Twenties. Instantly, a massive vortex formed above. Under its powerful pull, Ye Fan felt his Soul Altar being suppressed and crushed.
It feels like my Soul Altar is being sucked right into it. This is the most terrifying thing I’ve faced.
Indeed, Heavenly God Monarch possessed an effective countermeasure. Under the influence of this vortex storm, Ye Fan found himself unable to exert his true strength.
"It seems you never truly trusted your own disciple, to have developed a way to restrain the Soul Altar!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Heavenly God Monarch laughed sinisterly. "I had no choice. In this world, I trust only myself. Even Qiu Ji, our most cherished disciple, we would never trust one hundred percent! That is simply the way of the world—the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest!"
Ye Fan replied, "Do you think suppressing my Soul Altar means I can’t fight you?"
"That is what I believe," Heavenly God Monarch stated coldly.
Since Ye Fan was a martial artist of the Soul Clan, this move would surely suppress him completely—unless he stepped into the Divine Monarch Realm. Otherwise, he would never be able to face the monarch in a true, decisive battle.
"Today, I’ll show you what true strength is," Ye Fan declared. "The Soul Altar is merely one insignificant method among all my cultivation techniques!
"Let me show you what a real trump card looks like!"
Ye Fan retracted his Soul Altar. Then, his bloodline began to burn. At first, it was the mighty bloodline of the Holy Clan, but then it began to mutate, transforming into something far more terrifying. An endless oppressive aura emanated from it, and beyond the oppression was rebellion. But Ye Fan was not rebelling against any single person; he was rebelling against the heavens themselves. It was a bloodline that dared to fight the heavens—the Heaven-defying Bloodline.
Under the power of the Heaven-defying Bloodline, all the super clans of every plane seemed fragile and insignificant, as if even the heavens themselves would have to prostrate at his feet.