Free Web NovelChapter 1786: Chapter 1653: Neither Revering Heaven Nor Honoring Earth, I Revere Only Myself!
"Next one!"
To the Demon Clan cultivators, this phrase was like a demonic chant, a nightmare, filling them with fear!
A single person taking on the ten young kings of the Demon Clan, it was the height of arrogance.
However —
They couldn’t say a word; Ye Fan’s achievements were plain to see. If anyone was unconvinced, they were welcome to step up.
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
Ye Fan once again instantly killed his opponent, the momentum of the Human Race reached its peak, with many people shouting, venting their inner excitement.
"Peace is in sight!"
Elder Lin and others muttered under their breath.
It was Ye Fan, with his own strength, who won time, dignity, and hope for peace for humans.
The Demon Clan, on the other hand, fell silent. Another young king was instantly killed, leaving them with a deep sense of despair and powerlessness.
The Wheel of Destiny began to spin again, its faint light flickering, indicating it would choose Ye Fan’s next opponent once more.
At this moment, there were still three young kings among the Demon Clan’s youth who had not yet stepped forward. Without a doubt, this time the Wheel of Destiny would choose one of them to face Ye Fan.
Out of ten matches, the Demon Clan had already lost five, four of them at the hands of Ye Fan alone.
The Demon Clan couldn’t afford any more losses. If they managed to win three consecutive matches, they might still have a chance to go head-to-head with the Human Race. Otherwise, they would have to admit defeat.
These young kings were the future hope of the Demon Clan, and they could not lose any more.
As the Wheel of Destiny spun faster, the hearts of all in the Demon Clan were in their throats.
At this moment, they fully understood the previous feelings of the Human Race cultivators.
Anxiety, panic, tension, unease, fear...
All kinds of negative emotions surged forth!
They worried, fearing that the Wheel of Destiny would once again select a weaker young king.
If that happened, the Demon Clan might as well concede without fighting.
At this moment, Ye Fan’s momentum was at its peak, like a god slaying another god, like a Buddha crushing another Buddha. No one could easily defeat him.
In their anxious wait, the Wheel of Destiny finally shot down a beam of light, landing on one of the three who had not yet appeared.
"Boom!"
The selected one was enveloped in a faint white light, bursting forth with an aura like a Demon Emperor, dominating the scene.
Huh?
On the battlefield, Ye Fan’s eye twitched. He realized this was an exceptionally powerful opponent.
In fact, Ye Fan had noticed the opponent from the beginning, not expecting him to still be hiding his strength.
He appeared to be an extremely ordinary young man, the kind you could lose in a crowd, always very calm.
Whether the Demon Clan had the advantage or was in decline, his expression never changed, as calm as still water, without a word.
At this moment, he finally erupted with the aura of a Supreme Strongman, definitely a supreme level master among the young generation.
Upon seeing who was selected, the people of the Demon Clan all breathed a sigh of relief. Even Chi Lin, the usually calm quasi-Demon Emperor who led the Demon Clan, showed a slight smile.
He Feng!
The true master of the Cold Ice Fierce Crane clan, among the young generation of the entire Demon Clan, except for the unborn son of the Demon Emperor, none could defeat him. His Innate Divine Ability was terrifyingly powerful.
It could be said he was the king among the current young Demon Clan kings, stronger than Prince Long Xiang. Though not of Imperial Family blood, he surpassed it.
"He Feng King will surely win!"
The young Demon Clan cultivators shouted in support of He Feng.
Even some of the older strong people wore smiles of confidence. They believed He Feng would definitely defeat Ye Fan and win this match for the Demon Clan.
As long as He Feng could slay this detestable Human cultivator, no one in the subsequent battles could defeat him.
Perhaps the entire future of the Demon Clan was in He Feng’s hands.
They knew well of He Feng’s power; even some older strong people could not match this young Heavenly Pride of the Cold Ice Fierce Crane clan.
"Human cultivator, you are indeed powerful, but your luck ends here. I will kill you," He Feng said calmly, without expression.
Unlike other kings who gnashed their teeth in hatred, yet to Ye Fan, he presented an extreme danger. He was definitely a formidable opponent.
Not only could the Human Race produce a demon like Ye Fan, but the Demon Clan also had outstanding young strong people.
Fortune is equal for every race.
One could only say, Ye Fan’s appearance was an anomaly, a variable, because he wasn’t meant to belong in this world.
"The fifth!"
Ye Fan responded coldly, unaffected by the aura of the opponent.
"How dare you!"
"Presumptuous!"
"Show respect to King He Feng!"
The young cultivators from the Demon Clan shouted at Ye Fan, defending He Feng’s honor and position.
"He may be your king, but to me, he is nothing more than prey that I will kill."
Ye Fan was overwhelmingly domineering.
"Ye Fan, do not underestimate him. This young man from the Demon Clan belongs to the Cold Ice Fierce Crane family, and his innate divine ability is exceedingly powerful. You can never dismiss him casually."
Elder Lin reminded Ye Fan through Divine Soul transmission.
"I know!"
Ye Fan curtly responded to Elder Lin, his eyes intensely focused on his opponent.
"King He Feng, you must kill him to show that our Demon Clan cannot be humiliated!"
Ye Fan’s words nearly infuriated the young Demon Clan cultivators to madness. Who was He Feng? Even among the multitudinous clans within the Demons, he was an idol and a monumental figure for the young generation.
Some elder strong people prophesized that He Feng might prove Dao and become an Emperor in this lifetime, truly a supreme powerhouse.
However—
Ye Fan so blatantly disparaging their idol couldn’t help but ignite their fury.
He Feng raised his hand to stop the Demon Clan’s hurling abuses, and then casually said, "It’s too early to conclude who the prey is. Perhaps, you being hunted by me is not out of the question."
"Let our skills speak the truth!"
Ye Fan’s black hair fluttered, his entire body radiating faint golden light, resembling a Golden Body War God.
"As you wish!"
He Feng took a step forward, suddenly vanished from his spot, and appeared in front of Ye Fan, raising his palm like a blade, slashing toward Ye Fan’s forehead.
His palm was covered with various ancient silver runes, emitting a terrifying aura, resembling an indestructible heavenly blade.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan raised his palm to respond, the golden hand covered with Thunder Power and Heaven and Earth Tao Markings, equally terrifying.
Clang!
Their palms clashed, producing a sound like metal striking metal, bursting into brilliant light, a wave of destruction spreading out.
In an instant, they attacked each other with hundreds of moves, the battlefield echoed with sounds like iron forging, destruction filled the entire Holy War Platform, the void shattered like paper.
Boom!
They clashed again, then passed by each other, silently observing one another from an endless distance apart.
The hand inside Ye Fan’s sleeve trembled slightly. The fight just now was fast and intense, entirely physical combat, resulting in an evenly matched battle.
He Feng’s face remained like unmelting profound ice, expressionless, but his arm inside his clothes was continuously twitching, spasming.
"Just a little warm-up, not bad," He Feng sneered.
"At last, someone worthy of effort, not disappointing me again."
Ye Fan responded tit for tat, not at all weaker in momentum.
"Just a little warm-up?"
People were shocked. Just now the battle shook heaven and earth, a spectacle for them, yet it was merely a warm-up before the main battle, far too terrifying.
"Both their physiques are exceptionally unique, such individuals are unbeatable, ordinary cultivators going up would only be instantly defeated!"
People in the distant sky debated urgently, the Demon Clan on that side similarly, especially tense about this battle which pertained to whether the Demon Clan could emerge worldwide and dominate this realm.
"Disappointed? Ha... I will take your head as a trophy!"
He Feng’s cold voice rang out, lightning suddenly descended around him.
Once spoken, heavenly omens appeared, revealing how astonishing his fortunes were, even heaven aided him.
"Hahaha..."
He Feng laughed heartily, "See, fortune is with me, today you’re destined to die!"
"I neither respect heaven nor worship earth; I only revere myself. The Heavenly Dao is merely a tool for me. Without breaking through the invincible heart against the Heavenly Dao, you will ultimately fail to achieve greatness."
Ye Fan remained utterly unmoved.
In the meantime, the Demon Clan was overjoyed, heavenly omens descended, clearly showing He Feng’s fortune was profound, ensuring victory in this battle.
But the human cultivators began to worry.
No doubt, Ye Fan was really strong; some young cultivators were filled with confidence in him too.
Especially those little cultivators ignorant of height of the heaven and vastness of earth, after hearing Ye Fan’s words, they were all ablaze, eager to jump on stage and engage in a battle with the Demon Clan.
However, the senior strong people furrowed their brows because at their realm, they started to believe in the intangible and unpredictable things like fortune.
The stronger the power, the more uncontrollable and unpredictable things are, giving them a feeling of impotence, thus believing in fortune especially.
"Continue!"
He Feng shouted, his arms transformed into feathered wings, the left burning red like fire, the right icy blue as ice, two diametrically opposing auras surged on the battlefield like two heavenly blades slashing toward Ye Fan.
"Just as I wish!"
Ye Fan shouted, covering himself in divine radiance like a Great Emperor awakening, swallowing the mountains and rivers, his black hair dazzling and swinging behind him, both fists punched out, towards He Feng’s arm blades!
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