147: Chapter 147 The Mysterious Old Man of Fangyuan?

To the left was an old Quasi-Emperor of the Golden Divine Ox Clan, holding a golden battle axe, his muscles bulging and knotted all over his body.

To the right was a Quasi-Emperor of the Peacock Clan, with five-colored divine light circulating around his body, his gaze icy cold.

Directly ahead was a living fossil from an ancient human clan, his Daoist robe old and worn, his face aged, and at this moment, his eyes held only cold killing intent.

All three were veteran Quasi-Emperor First Layer experts.

Behind the three, there were also seven or eight prodigies at the Great Sage and Saint King Realms, each glaring at Fang Yuan with furious eyes, brimming with killing intent.

"Fang Yuan," the human Quasi-Emperor spoke, his tone indifferent, "was it you who killed my clan's Prodigy, Chu Tianjiao?"

Fang Yuan laughed: "Are you talking about that arrogant human Divine Body? Yes, I killed him. I thought a Divine Body would be strong, given how arrogant he was. Unfortunately, he disappointed me. Too weak. But the taste of his constitution wasn't bad."

The human Quasi-Emperor's eyes grew colder: "He was my great-great-grandson."

"So what?" Fang Yuan shrugged. "He was weak himself. Who can he blame? On the path to proving one's Dao, it's either you die or I die. Who cares about the other's background?"

"How dare you!" roared the Golden Divine Ox Clan Quasi-Emperor. "You little devil, you killed my clan's Prodigy! Today, you must pay in blood!"

"Little devil, treating lives like grass, cultivating an evil technique like the Blood Prison True Scripture! Everyone is entitled to kill you! There's no place for you in all the heavens!" The Peacock Clan Quasi-Emperor's five-colored divine light began to circulate. "Today, you won't be able to escape even if you grow wings."

Fang Yuan swept his gaze over the three, his smile widening as he let out a wild, arrogant laugh. "Hahaha! Three old farts, you talk a good game. My life is right here. Come and take it if you have the skill!"

"Still talking tough even at death's door!" The Golden Ox Clan Quasi-Emperor said no more. His battle axe cleaved down, a golden axe-light tearing through the sky!

Simultaneously, the Peacock Clan Quasi-Emperor unleashed his five-colored divine light, aiming straight for Fang Yuan's head.

The human Quasi-Emperor remained silent. A bronze ancient sword flew from his sleeve, its sword-light cascading like a river of stars, sealing off all of Fang Yuan's escape routes!

The three Quasi-Emperor powerhouses opened with killing moves.

Fang Yuan let out a long laugh: "Well met!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced, blood energy soaring to the heavens from his body, transforming into a churning sea of blood!

Within the sea of blood, countless ferocious faces materialized—members of the Fang Clan, prodigies he had slain—all now transformed into wailing vengeful spirits!

"Blood Prison Overwhelms the Heavens!"

The sea of blood collided fiercely with the axe-light, divine light, and sword-light!

BOOM!

The entire desolate mountain instantly collapsed, and the void shattered.

Fang Yuan, fighting one against three, actually withstood the first wave of attacks!

Only a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

"Exhilarating. Now this is more like it!"

Fang Yuan took the initiative to attack. His figure moved like a ghost, pouncing directly at the Golden Ox Clan Quasi-Emperor.

Countless bloody chains extended from the sea of blood, entangling the battle axe, while simultaneously he threw a punch towards the opponent's chest!

"Arrogant!" The Old Ox King roared. His battle axe swung back, shattering the chains, while his other hand clenched into a fist to meet the blow!

Fists collided, and a shockwave erupted!

Fang Yuan staggered back three steps, his arm numb, yet he laughed heartily: "The power of a Quasi-Emperor is just so-so!"

The Peacock Clan Quasi-Emperor seized the opportunity to unleash his five-colored divine light. Bloody wings unfurled from Fang Yuan's back as he narrowly dodged, but a strand of divine light still grazed his shoulder, taking a chunk of flesh with it.

He didn't care in the slightest. Instead, he reached back and grabbed at that strand of divine light, actually using his blood energy to forcibly refine it!

"You..." The Peacock Clan Quasi-Emperor's face darkened.

The human Quasi-Emperor's bronze ancient sword had already arrived before his eyes, its sword-light sharp and fierce, stabbing straight for the heart!

Fang Yuan twisted his body, using his left arm to block it head-on!

SHWICK!

The sword-light pierced through his arm, bringing forth a spray of blood.

Fang Yuan didn't even furrow his brow. His right hand transformed into a claw, grabbing for the opponent's throat!

The human Quasi-Emperor withdrew his sword to defend. The two exchanged over a dozen moves in an instant, sword energy and blood evil spirits colliding, sparks flying everywhere.

"What a ruthless kid!" The three Quasi-Emperors were inwardly shocked.

Fang Yuan was fighting completely with an injury-for-injury style, not caring about his own wounds in the slightest, only wanting to leave injuries on his opponents.

This youth was not only formidable in strength, but his combat talent was terrifying, coupled with a life-defying ferocity.

Moreover, his recovery ability was astonishing; the wounds he suffered were mostly repaired by his blood energy in the blink of an eye.

"We can't hold back anymore!" The Golden Ox Clan Quasi-Emperor growled lowly. An ancient Golden Ox Demon phantom appeared on his battle axe, and his aura skyrocketed!

The Peacock Clan Quasi-Emperor merged his five-colored divine lights into one, transforming it into a chaotic gray light that swept towards Fang Yuan!

The human Quasi-Emperor's sword stance changed. The bronze ancient sword split into nine sword phantoms, forming a killing array that sealed off all directions!

The pressure on Fang Yuan increased sharply. The sea of blood was continuously compressed, his flesh cracked, and the sound of shattering bones constantly rang out.

But he was laughing, laughing wildly, laughing with exhilaration.

"Hahaha, come on! Just like this! This is what I call exciting!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood. The blood mist merged into the sea of blood, causing it to instantly boil. Countless vengeful spirits began to burn.

BOOM!

Facing the full-force attacks of the three Quasi-Emperors, Fang Yuan was ultimately defeated and suffered severe injuries.

The three continued their assault, giving Fang Yuan no opportunity.

Fang Yuan's heart hardened. He detonated the sea of blood, slightly blocking the three attacks for a fleeting moment.

In that very instant, a pitch-black crack silently tore open behind Fang Yuan—it was the incomplete teleportation array he had prepared earlier.

He took a step back into the crack, covered in blood, his chest sunken in, his left arm hanging limp, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Old farts, I, Fang Yuan, will remember today's battle!"

Fang Yuan grinned a wide, bloody smile, blood continuously seeping from between his teeth.

"On the day I prove my Dao, I will personally visit your clan lands and use the blood of your entire clans to celebrate my ascension to the Great Emperor's throne!"

The spatial crack closed.

The three attacks landed on empty air, turning that space into a chaotic void.

The Golden Ox Clan Quasi-Emperor's hand gripping the battle axe had bulging veins.

"Damn it! That devil escaped again!"

The Peacock Clan Quasi-Emperor's face was ashen, his five-colored divine light in disorder.

The human Quasi-Emperor sheathed his sword and stood still, staring at the spot where Fang Yuan disappeared. After a long while, he coldly spat out a sentence:

"If this youth is not eliminated, he will surely become a great calamity for all the heavens."

The expressions of all three were extremely grim, filled with worry. This Fang Yuan was ruthless, his cultivation advanced rapidly, and his combat power was strong. Having such an enemy made them lose sleep and appetite.

The young prodigies behind them had long since turned pale.

They had seen clearly just now—Fang Yuan, merely a Great Sage, had actually fought dozens of rounds under the joint siege of three Quasi-Emperors and still retreated unscathed in the end!

This wasn't just strength; this was monstrous.

How do you fight an enemy like this?

Deep within the desolate mountains of the Eastern Wasteland, Northern Dipper.

Fang Yuan tumbled out of the spatial crack, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble in a valley.

He was bathed in blood, his chest caved in, his left arm twisted. The pain of his shattered organs made him groan, but his gaze remained fierce.

"Still not strong enough to leap over three Quasi-Emperors."

Fang Yuan sighed inwardly, somewhat dissatisfied with his performance. He had just broken through to the Peak of the Great Sage Realm and wanted to test his current strength.

This was also the reason he didn't run at the start. He wanted to see the upper limit of his current power.

He had heard that back in the day, when the Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hao was young, he could kill Quasi-Emperors as a Great Sage. The Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hao had always been Fang Yuan's Chasing the goal. What the Heavenly Emperor could do, he naturally wanted to achieve as well.

"Since it's still not enough, then I'll keep devouring, keep killing prodigies, until I can do it!"

Fang Yuan struggled to sit up, took out several medicinal kings from his Storage Ring, and without even looking at them, stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them whole. The medicinal power dissolved, barely stabilizing his injuries.

At this moment, the ancient jade flew out from Fang Yuan's embrace, hovering before him and emitting a gentle red light.

A wispy, aged phantom emerged from the jade. His face was thin, and now his brows were tightly furrowed as he leaned over to examine Fang Yuan's injuries.

"Injured this badly? I told you to leave earlier, but you stubbornly refused." The phantom's voice carried concern. "Being able to escape alive from the joint attack of those three Quasi-Emperors is already extremely fortunate."

Fang Yuan coughed out a mouthful of stagnant blood, grinning as he said, "Don't worry, Elder Xuan. I won't die."