Ch. 255 - Crushing The Leviathan

Ye Fan's golden fist smashed forward, like the hardest divine iron in existence vibrating at high speed, producing a piercing, trembling sound.

This was a violent divine force, golden brilliance dyeing the sky in dazzling light, as if a blazing sun had shattered overhead.

That fierce and heavy golden fist slammed into the Leviathan Prince's back, making him spit out a mouthful of blood threaded with gold.

The Leviathan Prince howled, his wild hair flying, each strand standing upright. His vigorous body radiated a demonic aura, sending out ocean-like waves of terrifying force, trying to turn the tide.

The leviathan spread his wings. Without turning, he swept behind him with his right arm, heavy as a mountain, compressing the air until space itself seemed to collapse. It was hard to imagine such power.

Ye Fan's golden fist struck that sweeping peng arm, producing a sky-shaking metallic clang like hammering iron.

Their bodies were as strong as mountains, their toughness beyond imagination. Every swing of fist or arm could distort space itself, carrying absolute force.

With raging gales, as the Leviathan Prince turned, Ye Fan's golden palm struck down like a giant millstone falling from the sky.

This attack was terrifying, the millstone-sized palm, as if cast from gold, brimmed with destructive power, compressing space until it roared, its force frightening.

There was no way to evade. This palm locked the heavens, striking down solidly on the Leviathan Prince's body, hitting half his torso.

The Leviathan Prince was sent flying. Even one as strong as he could not endure such a heavy blow, blood sprayed from his mouth, his golden hair hung loose, and he almost toppled in midair.

Ye Fan, holding the upper hand, naturally would not allow him to reverse the situation. He gave no opening, unleashing killing techniques one after another.

A golden hand spanned the sky, blocking the way forward, striking down. With each step ahead, he pressed the advantage, relentless attacks almost locking his opponent in place, suppressing him completely.

The leviathan spread his wings, trying to sever the golden hand. His counterattack was savage, dimming the sky, this terrifying slash drained the surrounding heaven-and-earth energy.

The Leviathan Prince was wild-eyed, murderous intent brimming, nearly frenzied in his counterattacks. His body ignited with divine fire, striving to break free of disadvantage.

But Ye Fan's Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique was even fiercer, force against force, strength crushing strength, his golden fists seemed to pierce the sky, carrying unparalleled might.

The fierce clashes were like the ancient gods descending, shattering the firmament, like a galaxy falling to smash the vast earth.

Ye Fan's golden fists seemed fused with heaven and earth. Each strike made the high heavens tremble and sent chills into the distant spectators.

The force was impossible to measure!

Such a fierce battle was rarely seen among the young generation, one was a Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique, the other a descendant of the Leviathan God that could battle True Dragons.

Both bodies represented the pinnacle of strength, like needle tip to blade edge, their fight shook the world and rattled the soul.

Ye Fan's godpower was unending, tireless. His momentum grew stronger still, even making the arrogant Leviathan Prince uneasy. Those golden fists were like mountains colliding, forcing him back step by step.

At this moment, the leviathan's divine wings could not cut through Ye Fan, the golden fists collapsed space, each heavy blow numbing his arms, the violent power almost making him cough blood.

Ye Fan refused to let him turn the tables, he never underestimated any opponent, much less a leviathan who could sweep the younger generation. His attacks were relentless.

Like a storm, his assault overwhelmed the Leviathan Prince, making blood overflow from the latter’s mouth. The brilliance from his arms dimmed greatly.

Ye Fan's golden fist finally broke through, bypassing the blocking wings to smash into the Leviathan Prince's chest. The blow made even him feel intense pain.

He was sent flying, spraying blood, crimson staining his messy hair. His mighty body trembled slightly.

Ye Fan pursued, the two of them seeming tied by an invisible rope, unable to escape one another.

Ye Fan used the Grand Void Art, suddenly appearing. A black giant hand spanned the sky, the Void Palm descended, impossible to dodge.

A vicious blow landed directly on the Leviathan Prince's head, making his world spin and his body lose balance.

The fierce young Leviathan Prince was battered so badly his blood soaked his robes, shocking all onlookers.

Everyone knew his fame, among the young of the demon race, almost none hadn’t heard of him, he sought to tread the path of the great emperor!

This was the perfect opportunity, Ye Fan closed in, taking advantage of his dazed state, embracing a great demonic mountain and slamming it down.

The towering mountain was grand and unstoppable, pressing down on the Leviathan Prince with world-upending force.

From afar, all felt the aura of destruction, their hearts pounding.

Yet the Leviathan Prince's body was not shattered. The black mountain sent him flying, his flesh cracking and bleeding, but he still didn’t fall.

Ye Fan pursued, left hand forming the Sun Seal, right hand the Moon Seal, a blazing sun and bright moon hung in the air, each radiating dazzling brilliance and frightening waves. Each was the size of a small mountain, pushed forward across the heavens with rumbling force.

The Sun Seal blazed across the sky, Ye Fan's left hand smashing down, sending the Leviathan Prince tumbling. The golden hair on his head was dyed red by the blood from his mouth.

The Moon Seal shone soft yet brilliant, Ye Fan's right hand striking, waves of watery light surging like tides crashing ashore.

The Leviathan Prince's body was covered in bloody cracks, his joints cracking audibly, his toughness was astounding.

"I don't believe I can't break you!" Ye Fan shouted, his body shining like a god tempered a hundred times, radiant and bright.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, the Leviathan Prince growled. Hit on the head earlier, he had been dazed, now the pain fully woke him, and he roared like a beast.

As a descendant of the Leviathan God that could battle True Dragons, he had astonishing vitality. His eyes went nearly mad as countless golden feathers burst out, piercing the sky like countless golden divine spears!

A terrifying killing method, endless golden feathers all transformed into blazing divine spears, each burning with golden flames.

The sound of piercing air was unending, countless spears stabbed toward Ye Fan, a deadly, despair-inducing assault.

Ye Fan used golden palms to block them, anyone else would already have been pierced through and bled dry.

But Ye Fan's Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique was tougher than the leviathan’s, he forced open a path through the torrent of spears!

And he was not retreating, but advancing, killing his way toward the Leviathan Prince to finish him.

Ye Fan unleashed countless seals, his killing techniques shattering spear after spear, forcing his way to the Leviathan Prince.

The Leviathan Prince spread his arms, gathering countless golden feathers into a vast golden curtain, pressing it down on Ye Fan.

This was a killing move, the curtain of sharp spears fell instantly, engulfing Ye Fan.

From afar, many gasped.

"This bird is terrifying, at the crucial moment, every feather is a lethal weapon. No defense against it. Only the Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique can endure it, anyone else would be a pincushion by now!" Tu Fei’s voice shook.

"This might just be the prelude!" Qing Yi said gravely.

Ye Fan unleashed all his offensive techniques, the golden curtain was pierced and shattered. All the divine spears broke apart, turning into broken feathers falling from the sky.

The heavens were filled with fragments of gold, countless feathers drifting down.

The Leviathan Prince was nowhere to be seen, his figure vanished.

Ye Fan stood in the sky, scanning in all directions, wary of a sudden, deadly strike.

Others searched as well, scanning the surroundings.

"That bird coughed so much blood, he must be seriously injured. Did he run?" Tu Fei muttered.

Others were uncertain. They had witnessed Ye Fan’s fierce attacks, if it were them taking such blows with only flesh and bone, they would already be ashes.

"Leviathan Prince, did you flee after losing?" Ye Fan called out.

A heavy snort came from high above, a golden figure appeared. The Leviathan Prince sat cross-legged in the void, golden light radiating in all directions, crackling sounds coming from his bones.

Baleful aura surged to the heavens like a vast ocean. He suddenly stood, eyes wild, and coldly said, "Me, flee? What a joke, this is only the beginning!"

Everyone was shocked, the Leviathan Prince's aura was even stronger, as if unhurt, monstrous demonic energy swirling behind him.

"This bird was beaten down by the Sacred Physique, yet took no real damage, and in such a short time has recovered. Terrifying," Tu Fei said, startled.

"As expected, the Leviathan Prince truly has the potential to become an emperor, he can stand against the Sacred Physique on equal footing," a demon race expert said in awe.

Qing Yi's eyes shifted. "Could he truly walk the emperor’s path?"

Yan Ruyu spoke softly, "Perhaps... he really does have that potential."

The Leviathan Prince descended to face Ye Fan, his demonic aura surged like a tide, killing intent filling the land.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

His voice split gold and cracked stone, shaking the heavens, making many people's ears ache.

In that instant, killing intent filled the world, countless sword beams shot to the heavens like erupting volcanoes, piercing the clouds.

Under the sky, divine swords stood like a forest, each several meters long, their edges cold and gleaming, radiating dazzling light and murderous intent.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!

Each was forged from the Leviathan Prince’s feathers, each radiating brilliant sword energy, sharp and eye-searing, shaking the soul.

Everywhere one looked was a sea of divine swords, blazing and deadly, making hearts tremble.

"When the ancient emperors were young, I do not know if they slew Sacred Physiques, but perhaps I will create such a feat, paving my road to the throne of an emperor with sacred blood!"

The Leviathan Prince stood tall, strands of golden hair flying without wind, eyes full of wildness and killing intent.

Ye Fan stood in the sword forest, facing the endless blades and their bone-chilling killing aura. Without fear, he took out the Departing Fire God Furnace.

"When we fought with our bodies, I could suppress you, and now, I can still trample you underfoot!" Ye Fan’s expression was calm, yet full of unshakable confidence, the palm-sized crystal furnace resting in his hand.

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