Chapter 143: Battle with the Ancient Holy of the Primordial Era, Awakening of the Great Sage of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest

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After the Sage of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest finished speaking, he slammed a massive fist toward where Ye Fan and the others stood.

In an instant, a colossal fist shadow, solid as if tangible, surged toward Ye Fan and the others, engulfing all four of them together. Its speed was astonishing, and the fist carried an overwhelming saintly pressure, as if it could shatter heaven and earth!

“I’ll go!” Ye Fan originally intended to dodge this strike and then find an opportunity to counterattack—after all, their strength was far inferior to the opponent’s. But to his surprise, Shi Yi did not dodge or evade; instead, he stepped forward boldly to clash head-on!

As a Double-Pupil, Shi Yi held great pride. Since his rebirth, he had been training relentlessly—not for anything else, but so that when he met that person again in the future, he could face them with confidence.

Now that he had learned a new cultivation method from his mother, he could feel that this technique could elevate him to an unimaginable level, but it required constant honing through battle.

Yet, since emerging with Ye Fan and the others, although they had engaged in a few fights, none had truly made him feel a sense of crisis. Even the time when a powerful being sneaked an attack with an imperial weapon was easily handled when Duan De unleashed his immortal tool.

At this moment, the appearance of this ancient clan saint from the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest ignited a profound sense of danger within Shi Yi, but it also stirred a fierce eagerness. Instead of retreating, he advanced; mysterious light flickered in his double pupils as he targeted the weak point of the fist shadow with a punch.

Ye Fan, though worried Shi Yi might not withstand the attack, could only step forward himself, blood surging wildly through his body. The Nine-Turn Profound Skill circulated within him, amplified tenfold by the 'All' character seal and combined with the peerless assault of the 'Fight' character seal. He too threw a full-powered punch at the gigantic fist shadow.

“Boom!” A tremendous explosion sounded as their strikes collided, unleashing boundless primal force that surged outward, pulverizing countless towering ancient trees into dust. The earth itself seemed plowed over, a scene of utter devastation.

Though shaken back hundreds of meters and coughing up blood after enduring the ancient clan saint’s blow, Ye Fan and Shi Yi had indeed withstood this terrifying strike.

The ancient saint of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest scowled darkly at Ye Fan and the others, his boundless fury slowly rising, ready to erupt at any moment.

He had never imagined that beings he regarded as insignificant ants could actually withstand his strike. Even though he had not used his full strength, this was a humiliating blow to his pride.

“It seems I truly underestimated you. So be it—then you shall die!” The ancient saint’s face turned icy cold as a fierce pressure burst forth from his body, magnified many times over.

At that moment, Ye Fan and the others felt as though they were facing a deity worshiped by all beings—an opponent beyond match.

Duan De gritted his teeth grimly, “A half-step Saint King! Today we are doomed—prepare to fight for our lives!”

Ye Fan and the others’ hearts sank deeply. They had never expected that the saint they faced before was actually an existence who had already half stepped into the Saint King realm.

If they could still contend with the previous saint, against a half-step Saint King, all they could do was brace themselves for a desperate fight.

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Though the difference between a Saint and a Saint King was but a single step, it was as vast as heaven and earth. A Saint transcended the human realm, elevating their life to a higher plane.

A Saint King, however, was one who could begin to master the laws of the Dao itself.

Even this ancient saint of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest, who had only half stepped into the Saint King realm, was a foe that Ye Fan and the others—just recently breaking through their cultivations using divine sources obtained from the Nest—could not withstand.

Had they faced him upon their initial arrival, they might not have even survived that first strike.

The four of them gathered tightly, fixing their gaze on the ancient saint, ready to endure any cataclysmic blow.

Meanwhile, Black Emperor and Duan De readied their immortal tools, prepared to unleash a surprise attack, hoping to seize any chance to escape.

Previously, they had discussed via transmission whether to combine their forces to use a single immortal tool or to launch a sudden two-pronged assault.

In the end, they decided that even using one united immortal tool would likely be ineffective due to the vast disparity in cultivation. So they prepared to use both simultaneously—not to injure the enemy, but merely to secure an opportunity to flee.

The ancient saint of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest chuckled coldly and extended his hand. Instantly, a massive palm imprint imbued with a trace of Dao’s law appeared, pressing down upon the four gathered figures.

This sky-covering palm imprint radiated a terrifying power that subdued all living things, slowly descending upon Ye Fan and the others.

It was clear the ancient saint did not fear their escape; he intended for them to die in utter terror, not to swiftly slay them.

“Now’s our chance! Get ready to strike!” Ye Fan’s eyes brightened at the sight. He transmitted a message to Duan De and Black Emperor and casually summoned his incomplete Profound Yellow Mother Qi Cauldron to shield his entire body.

Seeing the Profound Yellow Mother Qi Cauldron, the ancient saint’s eyes gleamed with delight as he laughed heartily. “Excellent! I didn’t expect you to possess such a treasured relic—justly it should fall into my hands! So be it, you shall die first!”

With these words, he uttered a spell and the giant palm imprint accelerated, crashing down toward Ye Fan and the others.

As the massive palm was about to descend, Ye Fan shouted, “Strike!” He exerted all his strength, throwing a punch that transformed the blood energy coursing through him into a dragon of crimson qi, slamming against the giant palm.

Shi Yi also launched a full assault, condensing his spiritual power into a conical sharp energy, piercing at a weak spot in the palm under the discerning gaze of his double pupils.

“Kill them!” “Finish off this old beast!” With two furious roars, Duan De and Black Emperor simultaneously unleashed their immortal tools, striking at the sky-covering palm.

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“Rumble!” Several thunderous explosions erupted as the giant palm was shattered into countless fragments by their combined assault. Even the trace of Dao’s law embedded within it was erased by the two immortal tools.

“Run!” Ye Fan shouted fiercely, stepping onto the Tian Xuan Steps and swiftly fleeing toward the distance.

At the same time, Shi Yi and the others shot off in different directions, each escaping separately.

“Immortal… immortal tools!” The ancient saint of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest was stunned beyond belief.

He could not fathom how these ant-like beings possessed immortal tools—two of them, no less—and how they could even activate such weapons. Given their shallow cultivation, it was impossible!

He did not know these were true primordial immortal tools from the ancient world. They only required a drop of blood to claim ownership and could unleash part of their power. Unlike the immortal tools of this realm, which required reaching a certain cultivation level and complete refinement before use.

Seeing them flee, the ancient saint regained his composure and snarled, “Trying to run? First give me those immortal tools!”

With that, a strange fluctuation emanated from his body, instantly penetrating the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest. In an instant, an immense aura enveloped thousands of miles, as if a god was awakening.

Those who had fled far were forced back by this aura, returning once more to the original spot.

“Great Saint! A Great Saint is awakening in the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest!” Duan De said, his face ghastly pale.

“It’s over! Grandpa Black Emperor is doomed, and I still haven’t found the Great Emperor—I’m not willing!” Black Emperor roared in anger but could no longer control his body.

Even the usually composed Shi Yi’s expression shifted slightly. Having buried himself for hundreds of thousands of years, he cared little for life or death, but he was unsettled that his mother had yet to regain her past-life memories.

Ye Fan’s heart hardened; he prepared to self-destruct his body at any moment, willing to die if it meant dealing even a scratch to the impending Great Saint of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest.

“Run! Do you think you can escape within my Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest’s domain? Wait for our clan’s Great Saint to arrive—we will put you in a predicament where life and death are one!” The ancient saint snarled.

“Daddy! Who is that strange-looking man? Why is he trying to kill Brother Shi Yi and the others?” At the brink of despair, a clear, sweet voice of a little girl sounded.