Ch. 257 - Suppressing The Leviathan

The Leviathan Prince, his build tall and powerful, hair in wild disarray, radiating primal ferocity, gripped a pitch-black Grand Desolate Halberd. The halberd’s murderous aura was vast and suffocating, filling the heavens and earth. He strode forward through the void, step by step pressing in.

The halberd shuddered, as though it would crush the void itself. Its weight was like a mountain, sending chills down the spine. It felt alive, like an ancient savage beast from the primordial era, terrifying to behold.

The Leviathan Prince struck. His golden hair danced wildly, his brows arched upward in fury, eyes blazing with cold light. Wielding the Grand Desolate Halberd, he slashed forward, like raising a black mountain and bringing it down in a single stroke.

Ye Fan stood unmoving, as still as bedrock, as steady as a pine. Above his head hovered an ancient, unadorned cauldron, from which the Motherly Energy of All Things cascaded down like silken threads, like falling rain, merging his body with the Grand Dao.

The Grand Desolate Halberd was truly unimaginably heavy. As it came down, the black weapon twisted the void itself, sending forth terrifying waves like an endless ocean.

At that moment, Ye Fan finally moved. With the Motherly Energy Cauldron above his head, his body coiled like a flood dragon, tilting and half-turning to evade the black halberd blade. Stretching out his right arm, he swung a golden fist, smashing fiercely toward the Grand Desolate Halberd.

Barehanded, he clashed head-on with the halberd. His golden fist struck the black weapon, and the metallic roar was like gold splitting stone, making the scalp tighten and ears ring.

The Grand Desolate Halberd released a wave of savage killing intent, like a sealed primordial beast. Indestructible, it carried a sinister, soul-shaking demonic nature.

The Leviathan Prince swept the halberd sideways, its edge gleaming with a chilling light, cutting toward Ye Fan. Strange, ghostly wails accompanied it, like the cries of demons.

Ye Fan sidestepped the edge, his hands forming seals, striking toward the halberd.

Golden palms, each as large as a millstone, struck the halberd with a resounding crash. The space around them warped from the impact. Yet, the Grand Desolate Halberd, a weapon refined by a mighty demon ancestor, remained completely unshaken, indestructible even sealed.

Though sealed, it was still a rare treasure, impossible to break.

The Leviathan Prince roared, his golden hair streaming like a waterfall, gleaming with otherworldly light. He thrust the black halberd forward, the blade piercing heaven and earth.

That ear-piercing demonic sound made hearts tremble. Murderous intent filled the four directions, stunning the distant spectators.

Ye Fan struck with his golden palms, clashing again and again with the halberd. The sound was deafening. The two fought like it was a battle to the death.

The duel was fierce. At first, Ye Fan did not use his cauldron, meeting the blows barehanded. Their fight burst with dazzling divine light and killing intent.

The Grand Desolate Halberd was too fearsome. Even with his Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique, Ye Fan’s fists ached; he could not damage a demon ancestor’s weapon.

From the sky to the clouds, their battle shattered the mists. Then they descended onto a great mountain.

The halberd, heavy as a mountain, slammed down on the peak, crushing part of it instantly. Stones rolled down in a roaring cascade.

They fought into a chain of lakes. Waves surged into the sky, flooding the air with mist.

Ye Fan’s punch scattered the watery haze. The halberd shuddered from the blow.

From earth to sky once more, the halberd’s demonic aura grew ever stronger, as though it could crush the very firmament.

Suddenly, ten thousand swords cried out. Sword aura shot into the heavens!

One hundred and eight thousand swords sang in unison!

Behind the Leviathan Prince, one hundred and eight thousand Leviathan Feather Swords burst forth, brilliant as divine rainbows, exuding a freezing aura that made onlookers feel as if plunged into an ice cellar.

Countless streams of sword aura shot forward, sweeping toward Ye Fan.

It came without warning, an overwhelming tide of killing intent impossible to dodge.

This was the Leviathan God Race’s supreme killing art. Any ordinary cultivator would be instantly annihilated, their body shredded by the endless sword light.

But Ye Fan had anticipated it. He had refrained from using his cauldron earlier precisely to guard against such a strike.

The cauldron above his head trembled lightly, the Motherly Energy of All Things cascading down in a curtain of primordial yellow, shielding him completely.

Tens of thousands of sword aura struck, breaking apart against the silken strands of primordial energy. Those that slipped through were dissolved by Ye Fan’s sacred body.

The Leviathan Prince’s brows shot up, and he raised the Grand Desolate Halberd high. With a ferocious chop, it was as though the heavens themselves were splitting apart, like ten thousand mountains collapsing at once.

This was the first time the halberd clashed with Ye Fan’s cauldron, the sound deafening, the void trembling.

“Puff!”

Far away, many lesser demons spat blood, faces pale. Several collapsed under the shockwave of that blow.

Roaring, the Leviathan Prince’s wild hair whipped in the wind. His aura soared. Gripping the black halberd, he split the void beneath his feet with each stride.

He rained down blows on the cauldron, his demonic aura overwhelming.

With one mighty strike, he sent Ye Fan flying several miles, the cauldron shaking violently.

Pressing his advantage, he struck relentlessly, trying to shatter Ye Fan’s defense.

The Motherly Energy Cauldron was solid but lacked Dao imprints; it was not yet a Paragon Artifact, merely sturdy enough to withstand blows.

The Leviathan Prince’s halberd and sword rain together formed a terrifying combination.

The Grand Desolate Halberd’s killing aura flooded every inch of space, the one hundred and eight thousand swords shaking the sky, a massacre in motion.

Ye Fan was knocked back six or seven miles, the sword light consuming the primordial curtain. He staggered under the onslaught.

The Leviathan Prince now held complete initiative, attacking with explosive ferocity.

In the distant crowd, voices whispered.

“These two are kings among equals. This battle surpasses their realm!”

“The Leviathan Prince is indeed extraordinary, he truly has the potential to walk the path of a Grand Emperor!”

“In a way, this is a qualification battle for the Grand Emperor’s throne!”

The Leviathan Prince’s combination of halberd and sword rain was an unstoppable force; any other cultivator at this realm would have been reduced to dust.

Yet Ye Fan, though on the defensive, remained calm.

“The Motherly Energy Source Root is mine. I want the blood of the Sacred Physique to dye the skies crimson!” The Leviathan Prince’s eyes burned with madness, his killing intent wild and chilling.

The halberd came down again, void shaking, one hundred and eight thousand swords ringing in unison.

Ye Fan could not spare a hand to counter, the sword rain forcing him constantly on guard. This divine technique was heaven’s favor to the Leviathan God Race, an indiscriminate slaughtering art.

“Do you truly think you can kill me?!” Ye Fan’s hair flew wildly, eyes cold as ice.

“Of course I can! I crave the taste of your blood!” The Leviathan Prince’s ferocity was laid bare.

“Then we’ll see whether it’s you killing me, or I slaughtering heaven!” Ye Fan roared, finally bringing out his cauldron in full.

Boom!

The Motherly Energy Cauldron swelled to nine meters high, ancient and imposing, pressing down toward the Leviathan Prince.

“Without that cauldron, how will you block my swords?!” the Leviathan Prince roared, swinging his halberd to meet it.

Clang!

The two weapons collided, heaven and earth shook.

Shockwaves like tidal waves swept in all directions. Many onlookers spat blood, staggering backward.

The swords surged again, tens of thousands of beams piercing toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan decided it was time to end it. Though he still held one of the Nine Secrets in reserve, his ultimate life-preserving technique, he now unleashed another hidden trump card.

A phantom of a three-leaf green lotus appeared beside him, shimmering mysteriously.

The sword rain struck it, all blades halted by the lotus’s light curtain.

“So it’s true… The Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique can restrain phenomena!” murmured the spectators.

Ye Fan, unwilling to stay passive, pressed forward. The lotus swayed, blocking the swords, while the cauldron fell to suppress the halberd.

Clang!

The collision sent dazzling sparks into the sky. The cauldron’s weight bore down relentlessly.

Both fighters’ bodies were equally strong, both with heaven-defying methods. But after thousands of collisions, the Leviathan Prince’s arms went numb, he could barely hold the halberd.

Ye Fan seized the moment. Grabbing the cauldron with his bare hands, he swung it like a colossal hammer.

Dong!

The blow sent the Leviathan Prince flying. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.

Dong!

Another strike hammered the halberd, shaking it from his grip.

Dong!

A third blow like Mount Tai descending crushed him further, blood staining the sky.

“The Leviathan Prince is defeated!” voices cried.

In the distance, allies shouted.

“Knock down that birdman! Break his bones!”

“Light the fire, roast bird is my favorite!” barked the black dog.

Many demons glared with killing intent. Even defeated, the Leviathan Prince was still their future hope for the Grand Emperor’s throne.

High above, Ye Fan’s godpower flared.

Nine successive crushing blows from the cauldron finally sent the halberd flying. The Leviathan Prince’s arms hung limp, his body trembling, golden blood soaking him.

“Leviathan Prince, do you submit?!” Ye Fan roared, hair flying, eyes blazing, cauldron pressing down.

Bang!

The Leviathan Prince was struck away again, roaring in fury as he transformed into his true form, a golden bird tens of meters long.

Swish!

Ye Fan stepped onto his back using the Old Madman’s footwork, standing tall atop the golden form. With the cauldron in his left hand and a golden fist in his right, he struck down mercilessly!

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