Shrouding the Heavens: One proof, eternal proof, starting from Earth to prove the Dao.

Chapter 123 The Grand Assembly of All Races Begins, with the Arrogant Dragon-Headed Ancestral King

"stop!"

An aged voice suddenly rang out.

An elderly man with white hair emerged from the void, exuding a terrifying aura at the level of a Great Sage.

"Young man, that's enough."

The old man looked at Ye Fan, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

He wasn't afraid of Ye Fan, but rather of the people behind Ye Fan.

"Should we stop here?"

"When your ancient race bullied my brother, why didn't you think of stopping?"

"Now you're telling me to stop?"

Ye Fan looked at the old man, then at the ancient clan experts around him, and sneered.

The faces of the ancient clan members were rather grim.

"Ye Fan, come back."

A gentle voice rang in his ear; it was Ye Chen's voice.

Ye Fan sheathed the Seven Star Golden Sword and glanced at the Heavenly Emperor's son.

"You're lucky today."

"Next time, you won't be so lucky."

Ye Fan turned and walked towards the gate of Yaochi Mountain.

"Hey Monkey, let's go get some drinks."

As Ye Fan passed by the Holy Prince, he patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, let's drink."

The Holy Prince paused for a moment, then grinned.

The two walked into Yaochi side by side, leaving behind a group of ancient clan powerhouses with faces full of fear.

They finally realized that the human race of today was no longer the same as the human race of ancient times.

The sheer power and resources of the Yaochi Holy Land, with its three great emperors, are enough to send chills down your spine.

Deep within the Jade Pool, there stands a secluded pavilion.

Ye Fan and the Holy Prince sat opposite each other, with several jars of immortal wine on the table.

"Hey Monkey, let's have a drink!"

Ye Fan picked up the bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The Holy Prince didn't hesitate either, gulping down the whole bowl.

"Ye Fan, thank you for today."

The Holy Prince put down his bowl and, unusually seriously, uttered a sentence.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"You're my brother, if I don't help you, who will I help?"

"Besides, the Ancestral King wasn't that difficult to kill."

Ye Fan waved his hand.

He genuinely didn't think those three ancestral kings were that strong; compared to the pressure his brother put on him, they were utterly weak.

"Only you brothers would dare to say that."

"If word gets out that you, a half-step saint, have killed three Primordial Ancestral Kings, where will the Primordial Clan put their face?"

The Holy Prince was immediately delighted.

Ye Fan smiled but didn't reply.

He poured more wine for the two of them, but his gaze swept towards the mountain gate.

Surrounded by a group of powerful members of the Primordial Clan, the Heavenly Emperor's son was walking inside.

Standing next to him was an elderly man with white hair, whose deep and frightening aura was terrifying.

"That old man is quite patient."

The Holy Prince followed his gaze.

"He dared not move. This is the sacred land of Yaochi, home to three great emperors from one family."

"He's a Great Sage, he's not stupid enough to cause trouble here. The Western Emperor Tower will teach him a lesson."

Ye Fan picked up the bowl and took a sip.

"Besides, my brother and two older sisters are here. If he really makes a move, he'll die."

Ye Fan's lips curled up slightly.

When Ye Chen was mentioned, the Holy Prince fell silent.

He had truly witnessed the power and incredible nature of the Chaos Body on Ziwei Star.

The two men clinked glasses and chatted, and as they did, the commotion outside gradually grew louder.

The divine bell at the gate of Yaochi Mountain began to play intermittently.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds —

Each chime of the bell signifies the arrival of a powerful figure from the ancient race.

However, most of those who came were Kings of the Immortal Realm III.

Normally, a Dao-Slaying King would be considered a figure of importance, but in today's situation, he's just a gofer.

One after another, the names of the ancient powerhouses were called out, and they entered the arena one after another.

On the human side, the representatives of the various holy lands looked extremely grim.

There were too many kings from the ancient race, a vast and imposing group, their aura was indeed overwhelming.

"This is an attempt to intimidate us."

A supreme sage muttered in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of?"

"They have a king, but we don't? I heard Ye Chen is here too."

Someone immediately chimed in.

Mentioning Ye Chen, the Chaos Body, put everyone in the hearts of the various forces at ease.

That guy is no pushover. He reached the Saint level more than ten years ago, robbed almost all the Dream-level Divine Essence in Qinling, and even destroyed three major forces.

Time passed slowly, and as the sun rose higher, the All Races Conference finally got down to business.

Suddenly, the divine bell outside the gate of Yaochi Mountain emitted a deafening roar.

The sound was much deeper and heavier than ever before.

Before the bells of Yaochi had even finished ringing, the gatekeepers began announcing their names.

"The Dragon Head Ancestral King has arrived!"

A terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky, causing many cultivators present to turn pale.

Ye Fan put down his wine bowl, his brows furrowed.

The Holy Prince also put down his bowl, his expression becoming serious.

"He is a Saint-level Ancestral King, and he is far superior to those three good-for-nothings from before."

"The Holy Prince said in a deep voice."

Ye Fan didn't speak. He walked to the pavilion and looked towards the mountain gate.

A burly old man appeared, stepping through the air. He had two horns on his head, a dignified face, and his body was covered with fine dragon scales.

"Is this the Dragon Head Ancestral King?"

Ye Fan asked in a low voice.

The aura emanating from him alone was indeed quite intimidating, stronger than the previous three Ancestral Kings.

"He's a ruthless character who truly fought his way to the top."

"Those three before were just descendants who relied on the legacy of their ancestors."

The Holy Prince walked to his side and explained.

"Pressure is good."

After hearing this, Ye Fan actually laughed.

The Dragon King landed in front of the Yaochi Mountain gate, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

His gaze was like a knife; those who saw him involuntarily lowered their heads, and not a single ancient clan king dared to meet his eyes.

"You bunch of good-for-nothings have completely disgraced the Immortal Emperor."

The Dragon King's eyes were full of disdain.

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly in the depths of the Yaochi Holy Land.

"Human Holy Body, emerge!"

The Dragon King's voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the sacred land of Yaochi, making everyone's ears ring.

Ye Fan's expression turned cold, and he was about to step out.

"This Dragon King is no ordinary being; you might suffer if you go it alone."

The Holy Prince pulled him back, preparing to go out with Ye Fan.

"Brother Monkey, it's alright."

"Because I am Ye Fan, the Holy Body of the Human Race."

Ye Fan possesses the pride of the Holy Body lineage.

After saying that, Ye Fan immediately took a step forward and appeared above the Yaochi Holy Land.

"A half-step saint?"

"You think you can kill the Primordial Ancestor King?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Dragon King.

He shook his head, his tone dismissive.

"It seems those three good-for-nothings have truly disgraced their ancestors. Relying on the remaining legacy of their forefathers, they have even neglected their cultivation. They deserve to die."

"But even if they are useless, they are still useless to my ancient race. For a human like you to kill them is to disrespect my ancient race."

The Dragon King abruptly changed the subject, his eyes flashing with killing intent that instantly enveloped Ye Fan.

"Today, I will cripple you."

"Let you humans recognize yourselves. Just like in ancient times, you can only be vassals of our race!"

As soon as the Dragon King finished speaking, his aura suddenly erupted.

The aura of a peak saint pressed down on Ye Fan like a mountain.

Ye Fan's expression changed, and he retreated rapidly.

But the pressure was too strong, and even with his Eight Forbidden Domains, he was still very uncomfortable.

After all, he has not yet reached the realm of a sage.

"Is that all you've got?"

"Those three good-for-nothings died a truly unjust death."

The Dragon Head Ancestral King chuckled.

He struck Ye Fan with his palm, and wherever the palm wind passed, the space was torn apart, revealing dark void cracks.

Ye Fan's pupils contracted as he fully activated the Eastern Emperor Scripture.

Golden blood energy surged into the sky, and the legendary Seven-Star Golden Sword appeared in his hand, while the legendary Ascension Divine Diagram also floated above his head.

Although he is at a disadvantage in terms of cultivation, he possesses two legendary holy weapons, so it's not necessarily true that he cannot kill the Dragon Head Ancestral King.