189: Chapter 189 The Fall of Wang Teng!

But Wang Teng was Wang Teng after all, the Reincarnation of the Ancient Emperor, and the number one person of the younger generation in the Northern Plains.

Even though his Breakthrough was interrupted, he still obtained a portion of power from the Cut Self and Enlighten the Way Art. Although his cultivation had not truly stabilized at the Second Heaven Sendai Great Power, he had already stepped one foot into that Realm.

Above the Nine Heavens of the Half-step Great Power, but below the Great Power.

One foot inside the door, one foot outside.

His aura was more than a level stronger than before. Originally, after opening the Eight Forbidden, he was at the eighth level of the Half-step Great Power, but now that he had stepped into the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform, his combat power was infinitely close to that of a true Great Power.

Wang Teng climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ye Fan.

His eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Ye Fan... you are courting death!"

He roared, and the aura around his body erupted completely. That pressure was several times stronger than before. Although he had not truly become a Great Power yet, he was not far off.

Ye Fan felt that pressure, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Wang Teng's strength had surged significantly, and his previous punch had already used up all his strength. With one rising and the other falling, the coming battle would be even more difficult.

But he did not retreat.

He was Ye Fan, the Ancient Desolate Saint Body, the youth who had walked out from Earth. He had never thought of retreating, never thought of admitting defeat.

"It seems I have to risk my life." Ye Fan took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Inside his body, the power of those four drops of Immortal King essence blood began to surge crazily. That was his final trump card, his means of saving his life. He did not want to use it unless absolutely necessary. But now, he had no choice.

Golden blood Qi boiled around him, and his aura began to climb. With the Dragon Transformation Realm Peak combined with the power of the Eight Forbidden, plus the enhancement of the essence blood, his combat power barely reached the Peak of the eighth level of the Half-step Great Power.

And Wang Teng, having stepped into the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform, had already surpassed him in combat power.

The gap was even larger.

But Ye Fan's gaze remained firm.

"Come on." He looked at Wang Teng, his eyes filled with Battle Intent.

Wang Teng looked at him, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Die!"

The two of them charged at each other simultaneously.

This clash was even more tragic than before.

Wang Teng had stepped into the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform, and his combat power had surged. He was faster, stronger, and his predictions from the Foreword Secret were even more precise. Every palm, every punch, and every kick he made carried destructive power, striking so hard that the Void Realm itself trembled.

Ye Fan did not show weakness either. With his Eight Forbidden fully opened, the power of the four drops of essence blood surged within him, bringing his speed, strength, and recovery to a new height. He unleashed his Heavenly Emperor Fist punch after punch, the golden fist light illuminating the entire sky.

Their figures constantly intertwined in the Void Realm, and every collision erupted with earth-shattering roars.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

The dense sounds of collision were like thunder, resounding through the heavens and earth.

Ye Fan's fist slammed into Wang Teng's shoulder, while Wang Teng's palm print struck Ye Fan's chest. Ye Fan kicked toward Wang Teng's abdomen, but Wang Teng dodged to the side and backhanded a palm onto Ye Fan's back.

Both of them were covered in injuries and bleeding, but neither retreated.

Blood constantly spilled from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and his body was covered in scars. But his gaze remained bright, and his Battle Intent remained scorching.

Wang Teng was not having an easy time either. Although he had stepped into the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform and his combat power had surged, Ye Fan's punches were too heavy. Every punch that landed on him left deep, hard-to-heal internal injuries. His aura began to disorder, and his movements started to slow down.

But he did not retreat.

He was Wang Teng, the Reincarnation of the Ancient Emperor, and the number one person of the younger generation in the Northern Plains. He could not retreat, and he could not lose.

"Ye Fan! Go to hell!"

Wang Teng roared and concentrated all the power in his body into his right palm. Behind him, the phantom of Emperor Langu appeared once again and merged with him.

He struck with a palm.

That palm, covering the sky and blocking the sun, carried the power to destroy everything as it crushed down toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at that sky-covering palm print, his eyes showing not a trace of fear.

He clenched his fists, concentrating all the power in his body into this one punch. With the Eight Forbidden fully opened, the power of the four drops of essence blood burned completely, and the golden fist light soared into the sky.

Heavenly Emperor Fist—this was the Cultivation Technique he had created for himself, his interpretation of the Dao, and his declaration of war against fate.

"Break for me!"

Ye Fan roared and threw a punch.

The golden fist light collided with the sky-covering palm print.

"Boom—!!!"

An indescribable roar resounded through the heavens and earth.

With the two of them as the center, the ground for thousands of miles was completely destroyed, turning into a scorched earth. The clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing the deep starry sky behind them. The shockwave spread in all directions, causing Cultivators thousands of miles away to be shaken back repeatedly.

Dust and smoke filled the air, blocking everyone's line of sight.

Everyone looked nervously at the dust and smoke, waiting for the result.

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated.

Two figures appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Ye Fan stood on the spot, bathed in blood, his body swaying. His right hand was no longer recognizable, flesh and blood blurred, with white bone visible. There was a deep palm print on his chest, his ribs were all broken, and his internal organs had suffered heavy damage.

But he was standing.

He had not fallen.

Wang Teng stood opposite him, with a bloody hole through his chest that could be seen from front to back. The golden fist light still remained in that bloody hole, constantly eroding his flesh and blood.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How... is it possible..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying an unspeakable terror.

Ye Fan's punch had pierced through his heart and shattered his Sendai.

His vitality was rapidly fading, and his consciousness was blurring.

"How could I... lose..."

Wang Teng's body swayed once, then slowly fell backward.

With a "bang," he fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His eyes were still open, looking at the sky, filled with unwillingness.

Wang Teng, dead.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, looking at the young man who was once called the Northern Emperor and claimed to be the Reincarnation of the Ancient Emperor.

He was dead.

Dead at the hands of a Loose Cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"Teng'er—!"

Wang Chengkun let out a heart-wrenching roar, pushed the Holy Lord of the Ji Family away with a palm, and rushed toward Wang Teng's corpse.

He knelt beside his son, picked up the gradually cooling body, and tears streamed down his old face.

"Teng'er... Teng'er, wake up... You cannot die... You cannot die..."

His voice was trembling, his hands were trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

The Elders of the Wang family also rushed over, surrounding Wang Teng, their faces pale.

Ye Fan stood in the distance, watching this scene without speaking.

His right hand was still dripping blood, and his chest was still aching faintly, but his gaze was very calm.

The struggle for the imperial road is a matter of life and death.

If he were the one who had fallen today, Wang Teng would not have felt a shred of pity.

Wang Chengkun raised his head and looked at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Ye Fan! You killed my son! I, Wang Chengkun, will not live under the same sky as you!"

Ye Fan looked at him without speaking.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family walked to Ye Fan's side, holding the void mirror, and looked at Wang Chengkun.