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Chapter 1787: Chapter 1654: A Formidable Opponent

"Clang!"

Sparks flew as Ye Fan’s fists collided with He Feng’s arm blades, the terrifying power of destruction sweeping across the entire Holy War Platform.

This time, neither of them retreated; it was a fierce and desperate clash. The onlookers were dazzled and their hearts stirred.

"So strong!"

This was the common sentiment among all the spectators.

In such a powerful battle, ordinary Lord Realm cultivators couldn’t even participate; they would be pulverized by the overflow of punch rays from these two.

"This He Feng must be a descendant of the Ancient Demon Emperor, possibly even the Demon Emperor’s own child; otherwise, he couldn’t be this powerful!"

Some human cultivators speculated in secret.

The Demon Clan was even more shocked than the Human Race; they speculated that Ye Fan might be the child of a Human Emperor, for otherwise, he couldn’t be so strong.

In recent years, Ye Fan had stirred up endless waves in the entire Cultivation World; many human cultivators had heard of his name, even if they hadn’t seen him.

But it was different for the Demon Clan; they hadn’t emerged and knew little about the happenings in the Human Cultivation World.

You could even say their understanding of humans remained at the level of the last major war, about the same as humans’ understanding of the Demon Clan.

However, comparatively speaking, humans knew more about the Demon Clan because the powerful intelligence force of the Treasure Pavilion caught every trace of information.

Over the years, the Demon Clan hadn’t remained entirely hidden; some outliers like Niu Bugeng took advantage of the brief loosening of the seals to escape from the cracks of the Demon Clan’s Holy Land and enter the human world.

For this battle, humans were very calm and relaxed; after all, they’d already won five times. Even if they lost this time, humans still had a chance.

But it was different for the Demon Clan; they desperately needed a victory to boost their morale, and if they lost this match, they would have to hibernate again, which was not what they wanted.

"He Feng, kill him!"

"He Feng, what are you waiting for? Holding back, are you? That’s not like you!"

Many in the Demon Clan shouted, urging He Feng to quickly and forcefully kill Ye Fan.

They desperately needed a victory!

To have someone they called an ant from the Human Race kill so many of their youthful kings was a huge blow to the entire Demon Clan; their morale hit rock bottom.

Therefore, they even more urgently needed a beautiful victory to restore their pride and confidence.

Through four consecutive matches, Ye Fan nearly shattered their confidence. The hope and faith of the entire young Demon Clan generation were pinned on He Feng.

Ye Fan’s fists emitted a blazing golden light, his palms enveloped in the violent Thunder Power and Heaven and Earth Tao Markings, each strike capable of piercing the void, unstoppable.

He Feng also unleashed True Fire, his divine power like a boundless ocean, inexhaustible.

Their bodies were almost equally matched, both immensely strong, with exceptionally powerful bloodline power, and countless martial arts divine skills emerging endlessly.

"Squawk!"

The resonant cry of a crane echoed through the Nine Heavens, as a gigantic Immortal Crane appeared behind He Feng. Its expanded wings covered the sky and blocked out the sun, its massive beak gleaming like an Immortal Sword.

This was his true form. Though He Feng was humanoid in appearance from birth, in his bones lay the bloodline of the Cold Ice Fierce Crane.

Therefore, when he stepped into the Holy Embryo Realm, he chose his true form as the blueprint to condense his Holy Embryo.

It was what he was most familiar with and the easiest to successfully condense, not to mention his true form’s combat power was no weaker than any powerful battle race.

"Buzz!"

The Immortal Crane’s long beak detached, like a celestial sword, tracing a mark across the sky, stabbing toward Ye Fan, the terrifying aura making his heart skip a beat.

"Swish!"

Without hesitation, Ye Fan unfolded his Eight Phase World Domain, a Heart Protecting Armor appearing at his chest, while another piece of Ancient Shield Fragments guarded his forehead.

"Shhh!"

The Immortal Sword instantly shattered Ye Fan’s Eight Phase World Domain, crashing heavily onto the Ancient Shield Fragments guarding his forehead, erupting in blinding light.

Hmm?

Ye Fan was startled; he didn’t expect He Feng’s Immortal Sword beak to be so powerful.

His Eight Phase World Domain was exceedingly peculiar, integrating Eight Elements Laws into a closed ring. Unless one’s strength was far superior to his, it was absolutely impossible to break his domain.

However—

He Feng managed to do it. If it weren’t for his foresight to guard his forehead with the Ancient Shield Fragments, this time he would be severely injured if not killed!

On the Human Race side, the Old Bastard and others were also taken aback; he knew well how sturdy Ye Fan’s domain was and didn’t expect it to be breached.

"Kill him!"

In contrast, the Demon Clan’s camp erupted in cheers; previously, Prince Long Xiang couldn’t break Ye Fan’s domain, ultimately dying in battle.

And now, He Feng broke through his defense with a single move, undoubtedly a good omen, exciting them tremendously.

However, in the end, Ye Fan managed to block He Feng’s certain-kill blow with a seemingly unremarkable object, surprising them greatly as well.

"What is that?"

Many young Demon Clan cultivators confusedly asked the elder-level experts beside them.

"I don’t know, but it’s definitely an item with strong defensive capabilities. It looks like a fragment, possibly from some defensive Spiritual Treasure?" replied a Demon Clan elder uncertainly.

"What kind of Spiritual Treasure can withstand He Feng’s Innate Divine Ability, the He hui Sword? Isn’t this too terrifying?"

"It’s really hard to say. A Holy Weapon at the Saint Lord Level could withstand it. After all, He Feng’s cultivation hasn’t reached the Saint Lord Level yet. Perhaps a fragment from a Saint Lord Level defensive Spiritual Treasure can block it!"

"But this shouldn’t be! Even if it’s a fragment of a Saint Lord level defensive spiritual treasure, it shouldn’t have such power. Could it be an Emperor Weapon fragment?"

Members of the Demon Clan speculated, but no one could come to a definite conclusion, only agreeing that the fragment on Ye Fan’s brow was certainly not ordinary.

"To actually withstand a blow from my Immortal Sword without dying, you truly surprise me!" He Feng said.

"There are many surprises yet to come!"

Ye Fan’s expression was grave. With a loud shout, his whole aura surged, and behind him appeared a Holy Embryo identical to him, standing sky-high.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly, throwing a punch to kill. The Holy Embryo behind him mirrored his movements, and a gigantic golden fist also punched forward, blazing like a heaven-piercing rainbow, shattering through the heavens and earth.

"Roar..."

He Feng also let out a roar. His arms transformed into a Heavenly Blade, emitting ten thousand rays of light as he attacked Ye Fan.

The great battle erupted once more, the entire Holy War Platform engulfed in overflowing Divine Power and blinding light. Even the powerful Saint Lord level figures, with their strong Martial Arts Heavenly Eyes, couldn’t see through it.

The battle between the two was truly terrifying. If not for the Holy War Platform, which could withstand a battle of the Supreme Holy Master without being destroyed, the entire land might have been shattered by now.

"Bang!"

He Feng punched and shattered half of Ye Fan’s skull, blood mixed with brain matter splattering more than a meter high, and the Holy Embryo vanished.

"Slice!"

Ye Fan also punched and shattered He Feng’s chest, his golden hand clutching the broken heart and lungs far away.

"Hiss..."

People gasped in shock. This mutual destruction tactic was too ruthless, horrifying to see.

"Ye Fan..."

"Ye Zi..."

Exclamations arose from the Human Race’s side, their hearts in their throats, some timid female cultivators even closed their eyes, unwilling to watch the gruesome scene.

"He Feng..."

Cries also rang from the Demon Clan’s camp, equally concerned for He Feng’s safety. His heart had been taken out, the wound no less severe than Ye Fan’s.

"Bang!"

He Feng, though retreating far away, had an increasingly bright golden light shining from his chest, finally exploding with a bang. Blood and flesh splattered, staining the war platform and the eyes of Demon Clan cultivators.

"No..."

Young cultivators of the Demon Clan cried out, their hearts in their mouths as well, only the Cold Ice Fierce Crane clan members remained cold and indifferent.

"A hundred battles and not dead, battle soul returns!"

He Feng’s voice resonated across the battlefield, followed by blood flowing backward and flesh reorganizing.

"Rebirth from shattered body!"

On the other side, Ye Fan also activated the Phoenix Nirvana Technique, coordinating with the Pure Yang Qi, to rebirth from a shattered body, rising anew!

The two seemed to be competing in secret techniques, racing against time. Whoever recovered first would win, for as long as they prevented their opponent from resurrecting, they could utterly annihilate them.

The spectators from afar were completely stunned. In cultivation, what do cultivators contest?

Besides cultivation level and strength, they contest life itself!

These two possess supreme secret skills that allow for rapid recovery, essentially granting them multiple lives, making it impossible to fight them effectively.

"Buzz!"

He Feng was the first to completely reform his body, roaring as he used a secret technique he had acquired by chance, launching a sound wave attack at Ye Fan, aiming to kill him.

"Suppress!"

At that instant, Ye Fan’s body also regenerated. With a loud shout, he used the Divine Soul Resonance Sound Wave Technique, the first Heavenly Sound rising.

"Boom!"

Their sound waves met in mid-air, dissipating quickly like snow under the scorching sun, whereupon a basket-sized black hole emerged, swallowing everything.

The black hole slowly closed, restoring calm to the battlefield. The two stood facing each other, strong war intent blazing in their eyes.

"I must admit, you truly exceeded my expectations!" He Feng frowned.

"You, however, didn’t surprise me!"

Ye Fan coldly replied, yet felt He Feng was a powerful and respectable opponent.

But remembering the destruction of the Xuanwu Sect, and the moments before his master Wu Xinhai, Supreme Elder Wang Qingshan, Shen Ximen, and Sect Leader Tong Tianhao died, Ye Fan’s heart instantly turned cold.

This was not a personal battle, but one determining the fate and future of two races, allowing no personal feelings.

"Though you exceeded my expectations, the outcome is predetermined, and from now on, you have no chance!" He Feng said coldly.

"You’ve said that many times, yet I’m still standing here—life and death aren’t determined by words!"

Ye Fan stood proudly on the battlefield, his aura firm as a mountain, his exuberant vitality like a vast ocean, exuding an invincible presence.

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