"Trying to corrupt our Dao heart? Dream on!" Ye Fan stood tall and fearless, his Holy Shell in front of him, blocking the Eight Divine Generals and the Holy Maiden.
Of course, deep down, Ye Fan still harbored considerable apprehension.
Because the female saint opposite is a genuine Primordial Ancestral King, and she also has other ancient kings helping her. Several Immortal Saints working together are enough to sweep across the Eastern Wilderness!
The sacred shell he controlled was indeed a saint-level being in life, but it had been gone for a long time. He was only a second-level immortal. Even if his soul entered the sacred shell, he still could not exert the strength of the sacred shell in life. He could only possess a few percent of its charm, which was better than a third-level immortal king who had achieved great success, but weaker than a normal fourth-level immortal saint. He was roughly a half-saint.
This is not enough to impress the ancient ancestral king.
The reason he was able to injure the female saint of the Eight Divine Generals with a single punch was because he concealed his holy shell aura and waited for the right moment to strike, catching the female saint off guard.
That opportunity is no longer available.
Even if we disregard the losses and detonate the Holy Shell, we might be able to kill one Primordial Ancestral King, but what about the other Ancient Kings? Without the Holy Shell's deterrent, they will become even more reckless.
Humanity has far too few sages... We need more time... If we give humanity time, we will surely stand at the pinnacle of this world once more, laughing proudly at all other races...
Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness, which quickly dissipated without a trace, replaced by an infinite fighting spirit that remained unyielding.
"Humanity rarely has a saint. Cherish your life and don't seek your own death. If you anger us, anyone who comes will die." The ancient kings sneered and stepped forward to deal with the saint.
As for the Holy Prince and Ye Fan, let the Holy Maiden deal with them. She's already taken action once, so what's wrong with her doing it again?
In their view, although the Holy Shell was strong, its threat was far less than that of the Holy Prince and Ye Fan, the Holy Body.
Who can blame them when two great saints have displayed their divine power?
"Really? Where is Cao Ya the Great Sage? Where is the Victorious Fighting Buddha?" Ye Fan said, the arrogant attitude of those ancient kings was infuriating.
However, without the Great Sage appearing, there was really nothing they could do.
However, Ye Fan's words still caused the ancient kings to change their expressions slightly. They snorted and said no more, showing their attitude with their actions. They locked onto the Holy Shell, and any unusual movement would be met with their thunderous strike, capable of destroying mountains and rivers and piercing through the void.
This move undoubtedly caused Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, Duan De, and the Black Emperor to frown deeply, since their cultivation was far from becoming saints, and even if they joined forces, they could not match a saint.
Moreover, they roughly understood that the Eight Divine Generals and the Holy Maiden were fearless and unafraid of the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Great Sage Cao Ya; they only wanted to take their lives.
Deterrence is useless; we have no choice but to fight.
The four exchanged glances and nodded.
"Never mind all that, let's fight them!" The monkey's golden fur stood on end as he gripped his iron rod and began to swing it, slashing forward.
"Do you think I'm a sick cat if I don't show my power?" Duan De roared and charged forward, shouting as he activated various magical artifacts. Divine light danced and runes intertwined, enveloping the void before he descended.
"Woof! I am destined to achieve enlightenment in this life, sweeping across the heavens and the earth. Can a mere Ancestral King kill me?" The Black Emperor's words were even more arrogant. He pulled out another array diagram from somewhere, which expanded upon contact with the wind, revealing various patterns and exuding a mysterious and profound aura.
"Kill!" Ye Fan uttered only one word, "Kill," simple and decisive. He swung his fist, golden blood energy soaring into the sky, his physical body charging into the formation, his fist energy surging, reproducing a fraction of the ancient Great Perfection Saint Body's splendor, incredibly powerful, but ultimately blocked by the power of the Ancestral King's Law.
The Holy Shell remained unmoved, confronting the other ancient kings.
Ye Fan knew that if the other ancient kings were aroused, they would probably have no chance of survival at all.
The four of them joined forces to fight against the Eight Divine Generals and the Female Saint. Even though the situation was perilous and they seemed to be completely outmatched and on the verge of death, upon closer examination, there was still a sliver of hope for survival.
After all, each of the four had hidden cards yet to be revealed, and if they were to unleash them, it would be enough to shock everyone and make even the Ancestral King pale in comparison.
However, they are still waiting for the best opportunity.
"Four tiny ants, mere fireflies, dare to rival the moon's brilliance?" The female saint sneered, then stared at the holy prince, her eyes filled with intense hostility.
"You little monkey, do you think you can turn the world upside down? Your father was utterly wicked, destroying the sacred site of the only god among all races. His sins are grave. The fact that I killed you today is the consequence of your clan's arrogance, pride, disrespect for the gods, and blasphemy!"
The female saint is very vengeful; it's clear she harbored resentment and hatred for a long time.
Back then, the Martial Saint Emperor's might suppressed the heavens and the earth, and they could only endure it. Now they want to get their revenge on the monkey.
At this moment, all races remained silent, not even daring to breathe loudly. Several ancient ancestral kings moved together, like gods, their power was truly overwhelming.
They had a sense of what the final outcome of this battle would be, and they even had many ideas about the future situation. They seemed to see the scene of blood staining the eastern wilderness, and their hearts were heavy.
But how could they stop the ancient ancestor king's determination?
I only dared to offer a few words of advice just now, which took a lot of courage. I really don't dare to say anything more.
The Holy Prince, Ye Fan (the Holy Body), Duan De, and the Black Emperor—may they have good luck...
Everyone sighed inwardly, feeling that this grand gathering of all races was likely to end in failure.
As for the qualified descendants of the ancient emperors, they watched coldly from the sidelines without saying a word.
This has nothing to do with them.
Even if a Great Sage were to wield an ultimate imperial weapon, he could not threaten the royal family.
Because the ancient royal family also possesses the six great saints of immortals who have been sealed away to this day, and they also have ancient imperial weapons, which have suppressed the family's foundation.
Among them, Yuan Gu and the Golden Princess, like the Heavenly Emperor's son, watched silently with cold smiles on their faces and a hint of mockery on their lips.
With the Holy Prince and Ye Fan, the Holy Body of the Human Race, eliminated, two more formidable enemies have been removed from the path to future enlightenment.
Many human cultivators shared the same thought, rejoicing at the sight of the female saint killing Ye Fan and the Holy Prince, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Of course, many cultivators felt sorry for him but were powerless to fight against the Primordial Ancestral King, so they could only sigh.
They felt extremely aggrieved. This was clearly the ancient holy land of the human race, a lineage passed down by the ancient emperors. Yet, the one who was showing off his power here was the Primordial Ancestral King, who was even trying to kill the ancient holy body of the human race. This was undoubtedly a naked humiliation, tantamount to slapping the human race in the face.
"Great Sage Cao Ya, where are you?" Some old cultivators roared, calling for Great Sage Cao Ya to come here to suppress the Primordial Ancestral King and boost the morale of the human race.
"The wailing of the weak is laughable." The female saint sneered, and with a slender hand, she slapped out, blasting Ye Fan and the others away. Blood spilled from their mouths, and their faces grew even paler, but their eyes still shone brightly.
Boom!!!
All of Duan De's and the Black Emperor's magical artifacts and array diagrams were shattered by the female saint of the Eight Divine Generals with a single palm strike.
Both the Holy Prince's staff and Ye Fan's fist energy were shattered with a flick of the finger and vanished into thin air.
The power of a sage, overwhelming the world!
"What Holy Prince, what Human Holy Body, all bullshit! Before me, you are utterly vulnerable, like insects." The female saint sneered repeatedly, saying, "A few scoundrels actually dared to disrespect the Undying Emperor and blaspheme the only god among all races. They are truly audacious, they have the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard. Today, I will skin you alive, break your bones, and then enjoy watching you die in despair amidst your sorrowful wails, filled with powerlessness and fear."
The female saint was aloof; though she was stunningly beautiful, her chilling killing intent permeated the mountains and rivers, causing countless living beings to tremble in fear.
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