185: Chapter 185 Who doesn't know the Eight Forbidden Rules?

"Not bad, being able to take a palm strike from me." Wang Teng's voice was calm, carrying a condescending scrutiny. "But that's all it is."

Ye Fan did not speak, only clenching his fists as golden blood Qi surged around him. His expression was calm, but the Battle Intent in his eyes had already begun to burn.

Wang Teng said no more. He raised his hand, and a brilliant light shot from his palm, aiming straight for Ye Fan.

That light was incomparably sharp, causing the Void Realm to tremble wherever it passed. This was a secret technique from the Legacy of Emperor Langu; though not at full power, it was enough to heavily injure a Cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

Ye Fan sidestepped to avoid it, simultaneously throwing a punch.

The golden fist radiance tore through the air, colliding with that light and producing a dull, thunderous boom. Neither of them retreated; their gazes met in mid-air, sparks flying.

"Somewhat interesting." The corners of Wang Teng's mouth curled slightly, but his eyes remained full of disdain. His figure flickered, vanishing from the spot. The next moment, he appeared before Ye Fan, striking down with a palm. The palm print contained the power of the Chaotic Heaven Secret Technique, heavy as a mountain, pressing down until the Void Realm distorted.

Ye Fan did not dodge. He met the attack head-on, throwing a punch. The golden fist radiance collided with the palm print, erupting in an astonishing shockwave. Both retreated several steps simultaneously, leaving deep footprints in the ground.

Wang Teng's brow furrowed slightly. He found that the strength of this Ancient Desolate Saint Body was stronger than he had anticipated, and the opponent's combat instincts were exceptionally outstanding, allowing him to make the most correct reaction at the most appropriate timing every time.

"It seems I indeed underestimated you." Wang Teng's voice remained calm, but a hint of seriousness was added to his tone. "However, the Dragon Transformation Realm is ultimately just the Dragon Transformation Realm. Today, I will let you witness what a true gap looks like."

His entire body began to glow as the aura of the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm was fully released.

The pressure of a Half-step Great Power bore down on Ye Fan like a mountain, making the surrounding air grow heavy. The Cultivators in the distance felt this pressure, and their expressions changed one after another.

"Wang Teng is getting serious!"

"With the full eruption of the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm, can Ye Fan hold out?"

Amidst the discussions, Wang Teng made his move. This time he did not test the waters; his first strike was the ultimate technique of Emperor Langu—Ten Thousand Spirits Transforming to Dao.

A brilliant light shot from his hand, transforming into countless beams of light that shot toward Ye Fan from all directions.

Every beam of light contained destructive power, enough to turn a Dragon Transformation Realm Cultivator into ashes.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the Eight Forbidden were activated. His aura began to climb, rising all the way from the Dragon Transformation Ninth Change, crossing the threshold of the Dragon Transformation Peak, and stepping directly into the Sendai Domain.

Golden blood Qi boiled within his body, turning into a majestic force that surged into his limbs and bones.

His speed, strength, and reactions all achieved a qualitative leap at this moment.

The Eight Forbidden—the ability to fight across eight minor Realms.

The Dragon Transformation Ninth Change was exactly eight minor Realms away from the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm; with the Eight Forbidden fully open, his combat power rose directly to the level of the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm.

This was not an ability exclusive to the Saint Body, but rather a standard feature for prodigies. Among the young prodigies who could reach this stage, who didn't possess the strength of several forbidden levels?

As Wang Teng's Ten Thousand Spirits Transforming to Dao struck, Ye Fan swung his fist to meet it. The golden fist radiance collided with the light of the Ten Thousand Spirits Transforming to Dao, erupting in an earth-shaking roar. The shockwave spread outward, sweeping up rubble from the ground and turning it into a sky full of dust.

As the dust cleared, Ye Fan stood on the spot, not having retreated a single step. His fist was bleeding, but his eyes were filled with Battle Intent.

Wang Teng's pupils contracted slightly. The Eight Forbidden—he naturally knew what they were.

Only a Prodigy capable of opening the Eight Forbidden was qualified to stand at the very Peak of this era. And he, Wang Teng, could likewise open the Eight Forbidden. But he hadn't expected that this Loose Cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm could actually do it too.

"Eight Forbidden?" Wang Teng's voice carried a hint of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a cold sneer. "Not bad, to be able to open the Eight Forbidden in the Dragon Transformation Realm shows some skill. However, did you think you were the only one who could?"

His aura also began to climb. With his cultivation at the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm plus the enhancement of the Eight Forbidden, his combat power rose directly to the level of the Ninth Heaven of the Sendai Realm. That pressure became almost tangible, making Cultivators within a hundred miles feel breathless.

Ye Fan felt that pressure, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

He clenched his fists, pushing the Eight Forbidden to their limit, while the power of the Immortal King's Blood within his body also began to surge, nourishing his damaged body and replenishing his consumed stamina.

The two charged at each other once again.

Wang Teng unleashed multiple ultimate techniques of Emperor Langu—Ten Thousand Spirits Transforming to Dao, Cross Star Domain Intersection, and the Chaotic Heaven Secret Technique. Each one possessed staggering power, and every strike was enough to turn ordinary Cultivators into ashes.

His figure flickered in the Void Realm as palm prints, fist prints, and finger prints poured down like a violent storm.

Ye Fan did not retreat. He swung his twin fists, throwing out one Heavenly Emperor Fist after another. His fist techniques were not as complex or varied as Wang Teng's, but every punch condensed all his strength and his understanding of the Dao. Every punch hit home, every move was lethal, and the golden fist radiance neutralized Wang Teng's attacks one by one.

The battle between the two grew increasingly fierce, moving from the ground into the air, and from the air to above the clouds. Wherever they passed, the Void Realm trembled and the earth cracked; within a radius of thousands of miles, traces of their battle were left everywhere.

Eastern Wasteland, Yaoguang Holy Land.

The Holy Son of Shaking Light stood at the highest point of the Holy Land, looking toward the horizon in the direction of the Ji Family, his eyes full of solemnity. He felt two terrifying auras colliding—one was Wang Teng's, and the other was Ye Fan's. Both had opened the Eight Forbidden, and both had raised their combat power to the Sendai level.

"Ye Fan and Wang Teng have started fighting," he murmured, then turned and flew toward that direction. He could not miss such a battle.

Eastern Wasteland, Yaochi Holy Land.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood by the Jasper Lake, likewise feeling those two auras. Her brow furrowed slightly, and then her figure flickered as she vanished from the spot.

Eastern Wasteland, Jiang Family.

Jiang Yifei was cultivating in the ancestral hall when he suddenly opened his eyes. He felt the collision of those two auras, and a hint of Battle Intent flashed in his eyes. He stood up, walked out of the ancestral hall, and turned into a streak of light, flying toward the direction of the Ji Family.

In the Central Plains, Southern Ridge, Western Desert, and Northern Plains, the prodigies and powerhouses of every Domain were alarmed by this battle. Divine Thoughts swept across the horizon one after another, and figures flew toward the direction of the Ji Family. Everyone wanted to see who would win this battle between the Northern Emperor and the Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

Before the gates of the Ji Family, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

Wang Teng unleashed the final Profound Truth of the Desolate Ancient Holy Sutra—the Desolate Ancient Strike.

His hands began to glow, the light growing brighter and more intense until it finally turned into a pillar of light that could destroy everything, blasting toward Ye Fan. Wherever that pillar of light passed, the Void Realm melted, and a bottomless trench was plowed into the ground.

Ye Fan looked at that destructive pillar of light, his eyes devoid of any fear. He took a deep breath, pushing the Eight Forbidden to their absolute limit and condensing all the power in his body into his right fist. A golden fist radiance soared into the sky, colliding with Wang Teng's Desolate Ancient Strike.

"BOOM—!!!"

An indescribable roar resounded through heaven and earth. With the two as the center, the ground for thousands of miles around was completely destroyed, turned into scorched earth. The clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing the deep starry sky behind them. That shockwave spread in all directions, causing Cultivators even thousands of miles away to be shaken into repeated retreats.