Chapter 1682: Chapter 1551: Sounding the Alarm
Sun Shaozhen also knew that in terms of strength, he was no match for Ye Fan. Therefore, he chose a quick battle, unleashing a killing move right from the start, attempting to catch Ye Fan off guard and kill him in three moves to avenge his family.
"Kill!"
Sun Shaozhen’s aura soared to its peak, and as he punched out, the world changed color. The blazing Punch Ray seemed almost tangible, more dazzling than the sun in the sky.
Facing such an attack, Ye Fan did not dare to underestimate it. The divine power within his body surged like a vast ocean, sweeping across the sky. The Holy Embryo illusions in three hundred and sixty acupoints all roared in fury.
Whoosh!
The Xuandi Fist was unleashed, and on Ye Fan’s purple fist appeared a Tao Mark like a True Dragon, coursing over the Thunder Power.
"Boom!"
Their fists collided, causing the space to annihilate, creating an energy black hole between their fists, drawing the violent energy into it.
If not for this, their strike could have destroyed the entire battle stage, even with Defensive Array Patterns, it wouldn’t have helped.
"Crack!"
The battle stage under Ye Fan’s feet cracked with cobweb-like fissures, and both his legs from the knees down were embedded into the stone.
"Pfft!"
Sun Shaozhen wasn’t feeling well either. The divine power within his body was chaotically rampaging, and he spat out a mouthful of reverse blood, his hair disheveled, and the scales on his right hand fell off, dripping with fresh blood.
"I’m not willing!"
Sun Shaozhen roared loudly, directly burning his Divine Soul, seemingly covered by a layer of blue flames, once again increasing his Combat Power by ten percent.
Ye Fan shook his head. Sun Shaozhen was undeniably strong but still far from being Ling Haotian’s opponent, and naturally, he couldn’t harm Ye Fan.
"Die!"
Sun Shaozhen appeared crazed, let out a roar, and threw himself at Ye Fan, actually intending to self-destruct his Holy Embryo to take Ye Fan down with him.
Hmm?
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, quickly moved his feet, and used the Chasing Star Step to dodge swiftly to the side.
"Boom!!"
Immediately after, Sun Shaozhen’s Holy Embryo exploded, and the violent energy instantly destroyed the battle stage.
Although Ye Fan dodged in time, he was still affected, and was sent flying seven or eight feet away, a wisp of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, clearly injured.
Ye Fan never thought Sun Shaozhen would be so decisive, willing to self-destruct his Holy Embryo to drag Ye Fan down with him. Fortunately, his physique was strong, otherwise, he might have been severely injured.
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly felt a powerful spiritual power surge into the depths of his sea of consciousness with a violent aura.
"Divine Soul Attack?"
Ye Fan’s expression became solemn. He didn’t expect Sun Shaozhen would abandon his body and engage in a Divine Soul battle with him.
Divine Soul warfare is the most perilous. A moment of negligence could cause permanent damage, something even the Phoenix Nirvana Technique cannot repair.
Ye Fan stood ready, the Heavenly Tao Seal condensed from his Divine Soul suspended above his sea of consciousness like a stabilizer, emanating golden light.
"Hahaha..."
Sun Shaozhen’s Divine Soul quickly transformed into his own likeness, laughing wildly, "You didn’t expect this, did you? I have cultivated my Divine Soul. The body is merely a shell to me, and now I have my eyes on your shell. As long as I devour your Divine Soul, I can take over your body."
"Are you dreaming?"
Ye Fan sneered.
When it comes to Divine Soul, he hasn’t lost to anyone.
"You’ll soon find out if I’m dreaming."
As the words fell, a War Spear suddenly appeared in Sun Shaozhen’s hand, emitting a menacing aura.
"A special weapon for attacking Divine Soul?"
Ye Fan’s heart jumped. He didn’t expect Sun Shaozhen to possess such a weapon. This Divine Soul battle wouldn’t be easy.
Of course, Ye Fan wasn’t worried. He still had his final trump card.
"Kill!"
Sun Shaozhen roared furiously, the War Spear in his hand aiming straight at Ye Fan’s brow. Even a person manifested by Divine Soul has a fatal point at the brow.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan waved his hand, summoning the Heavenly Tao Seal to confront the War Spear.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, Ye Fan’s Divine Soul ached intensely, while Sun Shaozhen also screamed miserably as flames spread from the War Spear onto him.
"Divine Soul Flames? How can your Divine Soul possess Divine Soul Flames?"
Sun Shaozhen asked in terror.
Divine Soul Flames are excellent for tempering the Divine Soul but also cause significant harm to it. Generally, unless tamed, no one dares to merge Divine Soul Flames into their own Divine Soul.
"Well, you possess Divine Soul Flames. Once I devour your Divine Soul, they will become mine, and I will be even stronger!"
Overwhelmed by greed, Sun Shaozhen forgot the danger, suddenly transforming into a gigantic head, opening his wide mouth to swallow Ye Fan’s Divine Soul.
"To consume my Divine Soul? I’m afraid you lack the ability!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, merging his body with the seal, as the Divine Soul Seal burned with blazing flames, directly throwing himself into the gaping mouth of the Divine Soul transformed by Sun Shaozhen.
"Hahaha..."
Sun Shaozhen’s soul once again took on human form, laughing maniacally with a ferocious expression.
"Did you think I would swallow you recklessly? By daring to do so, I’m certain of my victory. You’re doomed!" Sun Shaozhen began refining Ye Fan’s soul within his stomach.
At this moment, Ye Fan’s soul encountered immense trouble; within Sun Shaozhen’s soul, there seemed to be patterns of intertwining lines emitting Infinite Light, aiming to refine his soul.
"Ah..."
This was an unprecedented crisis; he never knew that the power of the soul could be used this way and suddenly fell into a passive situation.
The flames of the soul blazed fiercely, with the Heavenly Tao Seal condensed by Ye Fan’s soul undergoing the strongest tempering. Besides Sun Shaozhen, no one had ever pushed Ye Fan to such a brink.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"..."
Ye Fan controlled the Heavenly Tao Seal formed by his soul, continuously bombarding the surrounding patterns, trying to break through and escape.
Sun Shaozhen didn’t dare to move, standing inside Ye Fan’s sea of consciousness, relentlessly refining Ye Fan’s soul, almost exhausting his last ounce of strength.
This battle became a long and drawn-out tug-of-war, testing who could endure for longer.
After an unknown amount of time, both their souls became extremely weak, neither able to do anything to the other, with the final outcome likely resulting in mutual destruction.
And just at this moment, above Ye Fan’s sea of consciousness, a golden crown appeared. A beam of light directly pierced through Sun Shaozhen’s soul, striking Ye Fan.
This was a power of the soul that was incredibly pure!
Receiving this power, Ye Fan seemed divinely assisted, controlling the Heavenly Tao Seal formed by his soul to launch a frenzied attack, instantly piercing Sun Shaozhen’s soul.
"Heaven does not aid me, it’s not due to battle!"
Sun Shaozhen suddenly despaired, only then remembering there was always an Emperor Weapon within Ye Fan’s sea of consciousness.
No matter how profound his soul attack was, it was helpless against an Emperor Weapon, but Ye Fan hadn’t used the Emperor Weapon at the beginning, effectively aiding Ye Fan in tempering his soul once.
"Let’s end this!"
Ye Fan sighed, the Heavenly Tao Seal was released, turning Sun Shaozhen’s soul into nothingness.
After killing Sun Shaozhen’s soul, Ye Fan felt frightened, as if he had survived a catastrophe.
The world is vast and full of wonders; all kinds of secret techniques might emerge, just like this soul takeover. If not for the beam of soul power shot by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Crown, he would really have been in danger.
Even if he ultimately managed to exhaust Sun Shaozhen, it could end in mutual destruction, potentially inflicting irreparable damage to his own soul.
This incident sounded an alarm for him; he originally thought his strength had greatly increased, and he could disregard strong people at the Saint Child Level, but Sun Shaozhen truly taught him a lesson, everyone has their own strongest trump card.
Waking up again, seeing the surroundings in utter disarray, Ye Fan shook his head, relieved that no one was watching, otherwise he wouldn’t know how to clean up this mess.
In fact, he didn’t know that at least three people were closely observing this battle, one being the Dean Old Immortal, another the Vice-dean the Old Fox, and the third the Law Enforcement Elder Lan Yingfei.
Seeing Ye Fan unharmed, the three sighed, knowing that Sun Shaozhen was inevitably doomed; soul battles were the most dangerous.
Leaving the battle platform, Ye Fan found Yaling, who was not in seclusion at the moment, and upon seeing Ye Fan, she offered a caring smile.
"Little Fan brother, ever since you went to the Northern Domain, we haven’t gathered together yet. Just take this opportunity for everyone to gather. Stay a moment while I go notify the others."
Before Ye Fan could speak, Yaling began to make arrangements, with less of an enchanting glow in her eyes, replaced by a dignified affection a sister has for a younger brother.
Ye Fan was momentarily stunned, sighing silently, feeling as though something was missing in his heart, yet also seemed to have relieved some burden, unable to express the sensation.
Soon, Hu Fei, Han Sandong, the Ancient Saint Child, Shi Ye, Sikong Po, and others gathered, inquiring from Ye Fan about his experiences on this journey.
"I say, aren’t any of you cultivating?"
Ye Fan laughed, hugging everyone warmly one by one.
There were so many attendees this time; not only were familiar faces like Hu Fei present, but even Qi Tianlin, Wu Jingtian, Yue Chuan, Xiong Kuang, Ling Ziyuan, and others were here too.
This time, almost all disciples of their cohort were present, with only a few still engaged in closed-door cultivation and couldn’t come out until the time was right.
"Ye Fan brother, did I hear wrong? You want to auction a Saint Child?"
In a valley outside the academy, the bonfire roared. In a large furnace, meat was being cooked, and around everyone were jars of fine wine, stunned by what Ye Fan said.
"Little Fan brother, you need to think carefully. Auctioning a Saint Child isn’t a trivial matter."
When they ensured Ye Fan wasn’t joking, everyone drew a sharp breath as Yaling frowned, advising him.
"Sister Yaling, I’ve considered it carefully, but I’m not sure if this will affect the Treasure Pavilion?"
Ye Fan asked cautiously, willing to forgo the auction if it indeed affected the Treasure Pavilion.
"It won’t have an effect, but it’s too sensational, and I need to discuss it with my father." Yaling found it hard to believe.
Everything in the world might be auctioned, from Emperor Techniques, martial arts, secret techniques, to Immortal Gold, and so on...
But auctioning a Saint Child, that is definitely the first in history!
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