188: Chapter 188 Interrupting Wang Teng's Breakthrough

Wang Chengkun remained smiling. "So what if I'm shameless? Compared to saving face, my son's Breakthrough is more important. Once he steps into the Second Heaven Sendai Great Power and becomes a true Great Power, you will be the first stepping stone on his path to becoming an Emperor."

His eyes were filled with smugness.

Wang Teng was his son, his greatest pride. As long as Wang Teng could win, it didn't matter what methods were used. History is written by the victors; who would remember a loser?

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage.

But he couldn't rush past.

Wang Chengkun was a supreme expert at the Ninth Heaven of the Second Heaven Sendai Great Power, while he was in the Dragon Transformation Realm; the gap was too large. He couldn't even get close, let alone interrupt Wang Teng's Breakthrough.

Just when he was in despair—a figure walked out from the crowd.

It was the Holy Lord of the Ji Family.

He held the void mirror in his hand and walked slowly in front of Wang Chengkun. An equally terrifying aura radiated from his body; it was the pressure of the Ninth Heaven of the Second Heaven Sendai Great Power.

"Wang Chengkun, this is a conflict between juniors; you have crossed the line." His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable majesty.

Wang Chengkun's expression changed slightly. "Holy Lord of the Ji Family, are you going to intervene?"

"It is not intervening, it is upholding justice." The Holy Lord of the Ji Family looked at him. "In a battle between juniors, don't you feel ashamed as a Holy Lord to enter the fray? The Wang Family is, after all, a major Family of the Northern Plains. Are you not afraid of being laughed at for acting this way?"

Wang Chengkun's face flushed red and then turned pale.

He knew the Holy Lord of the Ji Family was speaking the truth. For a Senior to intervene in a battle between juniors was indeed shameful. But he was Wang Teng's father; he could not watch his son's Breakthrough be interrupted by Ye Fan.

"I don't care about what is shameful or not." Wang Chengkun gritted his teeth. "My son cannot have any mishaps. It doesn't matter who comes today; it is useless."

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family shook his head, the void mirror in his hand glowing slightly.

"Wang Chengkun, step down. Let the juniors resolve it themselves. Otherwise—" He did not continue, but the meaning was already very clear.

Wang Chengkun's expression turned completely gloomy. He looked at the void mirror in the Holy Lord of the Ji Family's hand, then looked at Wang Teng behind him who was still in the midst of his Breakthrough, weighing the situation rapidly in his mind.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family was, like him, at the Ninth Heaven of the Second Heaven Sendai Great Power, but the Holy Lord of the Ji Family possessed the void mirror. That was an imperial weapon of the extreme dao, sufficient to suppress an ant like him. He could not win.

But if he stepped down, Ye Fan would definitely rush up and interrupt Wang Teng's Breakthrough. If that happened, not only would Wang Teng's Breakthrough fail, but he might also suffer a backlash. He was in a dilemma.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Wang Chengkun's eyes.

He would not retreat. He would drag this out for as long as he could. As long as he could stall until Wang Teng finished his Breakthrough, everything would be worth it.

"Holy Lord of the Ji Family, I respect you as a Senior of the Eastern Wasteland, but in this matter, I, Wang Chengkun, cannot yield." His voice was low, carrying an unquestionable firmness.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family frowned slightly.

"Are you certain?"

Wang Chengkun did not speak, simply standing there, motionless.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly raised the void mirror in his hand.

"Since that is the case, then do not blame me for being impolite."

The void mirror erupted with brilliant radiance, and a silver light shot out from the mirror, heading straight for Wang Chengkun.

Wang Chengkun's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly moved to defend. "Boom—!"

The two clashed with a single strike, the shockwaves spreading in all directions, kicking up clouds of dust.

Wang Chengkun was forced back several steps, his face pale. The Holy Lord of the Ji Family stood his ground, holding the void mirror, not having retreated a single step.

"Wang Chengkun, you are not my match." The Holy Lord of the Ji Family's voice was calm. "Step down."

Wang Chengkun gritted his teeth, still not retreating.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family shook his head, raised the void mirror again, and suppressed Wang Chengkun tightly.

Ye Fan watched this scene, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family had blocked Wang Chengkun, but there were still three Wang Family Elders in front. He had to break through the obstruction of those three Elders to interrupt Wang Teng's Breakthrough.

He took a deep breath, pushing the Eight Forbidden to the limit, and also pushed the power of the four drops of Immortal King essence blood within his body to the limit.

Golden blood Qi boiled around his body, and his aura began to climb. With the Peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm combined with the power of the Eight Forbidden, his combat strength stabilized at the Seventh Heaven of the Half-step Great Power. With the addition of the essence blood, his combat strength increased by another large margin.

He moved. His speed was extreme, like a bolt of golden lightning, rushing straight toward the three Wang Family Elders.

He threw a punch!

The golden fist radiance tore through the air, carrying the power to destroy everything, and slammed toward the Elder at the very front.

That Elder's expression changed, and he hurriedly moved to defend. "Bang—!"

Fist and palm collided, and the Elder was actually forced back a step.

His eyes were filled with shock. He was at the Fifth Heaven of the Half-step Great Power, yet Ye Fan, relying on the Eight Forbidden and the blessing of the essence blood, had reached the combat strength of the Seventh or even Eighth Heaven of the Half-step Great Power. To be at the Peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm and yet have the combat strength to suppress him, a Half-step Great Power—what kind of monster was this?

Ye Fan did not give him time to think.

He threw punches again, one after another, pouring down like a storm. The golden fist radiance exploded in the Void Realm, turning into countless specks of light that scattered in all directions. Every punch carried the power of the Eight Forbidden, and every punch was enough to severely injure a Half-step Great Power.

The three Wang Family Elders were beaten back repeatedly, their expressions becoming increasingly ugly. The three of them joined forces, yet could not stop a youth in the Dragon Transformation Realm?

"Stop him! Don't let him pass!" an Elder roared.

The three of them attacked simultaneously, the power of three Half-step Great Powers weaving together to form a massive barrier, blocking Ye Fan's path.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and slammed a punch into that barrier. "Boom—!"

The barrier trembled violently but did not shatter.

Ye Fan swung his fist again—one punch, two punches, three punches... Every punch struck the exact same spot. The golden fist radiance was like a heavy hammer, smashing against the barrier one blow after another.

The barrier began to show cracks.

The three Elders' expressions changed drastically.

"How is this possible?! How can he, a mere Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, break through the barrier we three joined forces to set up?!"

"He is not an ordinary Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator! He is the Ancient Desolate Saint Body! With the Eight Forbidden fully unleashed! And blessed by mysterious power!"

"Don't let him break it! Quickly reinforce it!"

The three of them desperately channeled their magic power, trying to repair the barrier. But Ye Fan's fists were too fast—too fast for them to even have time to repair it.

"Break for me!" Ye Fan roared, throwing a punch.

The golden fist radiance was like a golden Dragon, slamming fiercely into the barrier. "Crack—!"

The barrier shattered.

The three Elders were forced back repeatedly by the rebound force, spitting out blood from their mouths.

Ye Fan rushed out from the shattered barrier, heading straight for Wang Teng.

He raised his fist high, the golden fist radiance illuminating the entire sky.

"Wang Teng!" he roared, throwing a punch toward Wang Teng, who was in the midst of his Breakthrough.

Wang Teng was at the critical moment of his Breakthrough; his consciousness was immersed in the profound mysteries of the Cut Self and Enlighten the Way Art, and his perception of the outside world had dropped to the minimum.

He sensed Ye Fan's attack, but his body had no time to react. "Bang—!"

The golden fist radiance slammed into his chest.

Wang Teng let out a muffled groan, flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

His Breakthrough was forcibly interrupted, and that aura that had been climbing came to an abrupt halt, like a river severed at the waist.