Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

By then, he will become the undisputed strongest person under the Black King. Even the four monarchs will be nothing but weak enemies in his eyes.

Ye Fan looked at Di Yi who was gradually approaching, without any retreat.

He was fearless and waved the sarcophagus in his hand, actively facing Emperor Yi.

The sarcophagus collided with the Dragon Slaying Sword, making a harsh metal friction sound and sparks flying.

Emperor Yi's power of the Lord of Ashes began to corrode Ye Fan's flesh, and severe pain came like a tide, but Ye Fan gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to fight hand-to-hand with Emperor Yi.

He had only one conviction in his heart, and that was to ensure everyone's safe retreat within the limited time. After all, he was the one who had instigated all this, and he must be held accountable for it!

Di Yi looked at Ye Fan sarcastically, watching his aura become more and more decadent.

"This is your limit. There's nothing shameful about it. The gap between us is already huge. In terms of authority alone, you are far inferior to me!"

His right fist turned into a dragon claw and struck Ye Fan hard.

As the first among the first generation, of course he can also use the power of flight. His punch pushed Ye Fan upwards until he reached the top of the entire black ice cave.

"cough…"

Ye Fan felt something hard hit from behind him, and the huge recoil force made him cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Play with me a little longer, half-blood!"

Emperor Yi laughed and did not stop. Instead, he continued to exert force and the top of the entire black ice cave began to shatter. Countless ice cubes fell down, and Ye Fan's body sank into the mountain.

Although these special bricks and stones have been refined by alchemy, their hardness cannot be compared with Ye Fan's dragon body. The entire mountain continues to collapse like tofu.

Di Yi pushed Ye Fan upwards with one punch, non-stop!

There was a constant "boom, boom..." sound coming from the mountain.

The whole mountain began to shake violently until a gap appeared on the top of the mountain and Ye Fan flew out.

The remaining force continued to make Ye Fan fly backwards until he crashed into the mountain of a nearby peak.

Emperor Yi walked out of the gap, clapped his hands together, and encouraged:

"Your dragon body is very strong, extremely strong. You were able to fight me for such a long time with just your physical body, and even resist the authority with your physical body. I think your physical body is comparable to those of the four monarchs in their complete form."

He praised, looking at Ye Fan with eyes full of admiration, but then changed the subject:

"But it's still not enough, far from enough!"

"Even if your body can bear the power, it can only resist for a short time. If you lose, half-blood, this continent should be ruled by me, Emperor Yi, once again!"

Chapter 191: Behead the Emperor’s Chant!

Ye Fan was silent, falling on the rocks, and Di Yi's words just now kept echoing in his ears.

"Your dragon body is very powerful, capable of confronting authority. I even believe your dragon body is comparable to the four monarchs in their complete form..."

These words echoed repeatedly in his mind, and his originally diffused gaze gradually focused and became clear.

He struggled to stand up and stood on the top of the mountain.

The mountain was high enough for him to look at Emperor Yi at eye level.

His body couldn't stop shaking, and Di Yi looked at him calmly, allowing this "poor" guy to launch his final attack and make his final struggle.

This is Di Yi's respect for Ye Fan. After all, in this battle, Ye Fan showed strength that made him recognize him.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then put his hands together in front of him, looking like a Buddha meditating on the top of a mountain.

Di Yi frowned in confusion, completely unable to understand the purpose of Ye Fan's strange behavior at this moment.

Is it to recite a mantra for oneself at the end of life? That would be too undignified...

Di Yi's thoughts were influenced by Ye Fan's behavior and involuntarily diverged.

He respected Ye Fan and regarded him as a person of the same level, so Ye Fan's every word and action would affect his thoughts.

Ye Fan breathed calmly, and finally stopped breathing. His entire body's breath was restrained, gradually restrained to the extreme.

The emperor's pressure disappeared, the violence of the dragon blood disappeared, everything disappeared, leaving only an extremely peaceful appearance, looking like an extremely ordinary human being.

The clouds drifted by, revealing the sun behind the clouds. Golden light poured down and shone on Ye Fan.

It really looked like a gilded Buddha, and at this moment, the Buddha moved.

His hands were no longer joined together. Instead, his left hand was placed vertically and flat in front of his chest, while his right hand was clenched into a fist, his arm was bent, and his fist was constantly raised upwards.

Raise it above your neck, above your ears, and above your head until it is stretched to the limit and raised as high as it can reach.

His breath was so restrained that it was almost inaudible. Even if Emperor closed his eyes, he could hardly detect that there was a life standing there.

His heart stopped beating at this moment, and it seemed that everything was focused on that raised fist.

At this moment, Ye Fan opened his eyes. They were a pair of calm, indifferent and extremely clear eyes.

Di Yi also noticed that there seemed to be five different kinds of light flashing in his black eyes.

Ye Fan spoke at this moment. His voice was distant and peaceful, echoing throughout the mountain top, interweaving with the sounds of birds singing, the rustling of leaves, and the subtle sound of clouds passing through the sky.

"You said my body can carry authority. That's absolutely true."

“That’s absolutely right…”

"Although it's impossible to hold it permanently, it can hold it for a period of time. The material of the talisman paper needed to draw the talisman is very important. The stronger the material, the more runes it can bear. The more powerful the talisman is, and the more elemental power it can carry."

"But in real life, it's difficult to find materials that can carry a talisman like the Five Qis Converging to the Origin Talisman, which points directly to the origin. However, there is one thing that can definitely carry it. After all, it only points directly to the origin and has not transformed into authority."

Di Yi's pupils began to tremble violently, and he seemed to understand what Ye Fan was saying.

He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it was true, because he couldn't do it. He didn't believe that anyone or any dragon could use the five elements at the same time.

But he didn't dare to gamble. He was about to stand at the top and victory was just around the corner. He didn't dare to take any more risks.

He had to kill the guy in front of him whom he respected. This was also a kind of "dignity" to Ye Fan.

Di Yi's left hand instantly turned into a dragon claw, dark, ferocious and huge, with an extremely sharp momentum, like a black lightning, rushing towards Ye Fan's chest.

But Ye Fan just watched the scene calmly, still holding his fist high, as if something was still gathering, gathering deeper and more profoundly!

Ye Fan slowly lowered his arms until Di Yi’s claws were about to reach him.

It was clearly a slender and strong arm, but it was far from being called sharp. However, at this moment, this arm had an unparalleled sense of sharpness.

In Di Yi's feeling, this did not seem like an arm, but rather like an unparalleled sharp sword, sharper than anything else!

The dragon blood in Emperor Yi's body began to boil wildly. A deep fear surged in his heart, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He wanted to stop it quickly, but his body seemed to be frozen by some invisible force, because the "sword" was about to fall!

Ye Fan lowered his head, his voice firm and loud:

"I use my five fingers to form five elements, clench them into a fist, and then combine them into a sword to strike out. I call this move - Five Finger Fist Heart Sword!"

"This sword was created after five thousand years of exploration by countless ancestors of my Bai family. It was created just to kill you, and was born just to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's arm fell down fiercely.

Endless sword energy poured out like a raging torrent, showing colorful colors, and finally gathered at one point, forming a flawless pure white energy.

This pure white sword energy seemed to have the power to create the world, almost cutting the entire sky apart. The clouds kept rolling, and the blue sky was cut into two by a pure white sword energy.

And Emperor Yi faced this endless sword energy head-on!

Ye Fan felt a force vibrating in his chest, something very close to the source.

It seems to be something that is close to tens of millions of years old, but is also connected to many more closely related existences.

The voices of men, women, young and old rang out in Ye Fan's ears, all eager to kill Di Yi. These voices were chaotic, but all roared in unison until the loudest voice appeared...

It was an extremely peaceful and neutral voice, speaking in Dragon Language, yet it unified all the complex sounds...

It was a single word—"Behead!"

Ye Fan felt the energy in his chest grow more violent with the roar of this sword, causing him to chant loudly involuntarily:

"When the dragon's blood boils, the battle clouds part, and the five energies converge towards the primordial light.

The fist turns into a sword to break the illusion, and the thousand-year-old hatred is settled today.

The power spread across the heaven and earth, and the man in green angrily slashed the emperor's dragon corpse.

Mountains and rivers bear witness to the gathering of heroic spirits; this sword terrifies the heavens and makes the gods and ghosts mourn!

Di Yi's thoughts froze, and what rang in his ears was Ye Fan's loud voice reciting poetry.

His body was being cut apart by the sword energy, his authority was collapsing, and his soul was wailing in pain.

His eyes gradually became dull and he could only see the figure standing on the top of the mountain.

His body was falling, and the figure became taller in his eyes as his body position dropped.

"Is this my end?" Di Yi thought to himself.

He couldn't help but recall that in order to improve his strength, he pretended to be the greatest emperor of all time and told his subordinates: I want immortality, and I want it at all costs.

That was just a boring excuse prepared to collect relevant materials.

But at this moment, it seemed to have become an obsession, running through his mind.

He was supposed to live forever, and he was supposed to live forever, but now he was going to die. I couldn't bear to let him go. I really wanted to... live forever.

Chapter 192 Half-crippled

After slashing out with this extremely domineering sword, Ye Fan felt a strong backlash force coming at him, his throat felt sweet, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood. He half-knelt on the top of the mountain.

If his body was not at least twice as strong as that of an ordinary first-generation species, that punch would have been enough to take half his life.

After all, unless it is a deified being like the Black King, it is impossible for any living being to carry the five original elements at the same time.

Bearing the burden for a long time will inevitably lead to death. Fortunately, Ye Fan was able to hold on for a few moments thanks to his understanding of the element replacement of the Alchemy Kingdom given by Lu Mingze and the assistance of his own Mirror Pupil Word Spirit.

Haha, what's that? Three seconds of real manliness... Ye Fan let out a long breath, sat down and began to rest.

At this moment, all the muscles and bones in his body were severely damaged, and even movement became extremely difficult.

The dragon blood in the body flowed quickly through the wounds like a rushing river. The dragon heart in the chest beat vigorously, continuously speeding up the blood supply to promote the healing of the wounds.

At the same time, nine different tattoos, headed by the Nine Sons of the Dragon, Qiuniu, began to slowly appear on Ye Fan's body.