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“Strongest Eight-Year-Old Divine Ancestor ... ”
Ye Fan's words were powerful, and his attitude was even more forceful.
As his voice fell, he did not give Nangong Xuandie a chance to speak, directly sending her flying away, and then he charged towards Sikong Shan.
With a clear and domineering attitude, he expressed his refusal outright.
Nangong Xuandie stared blankly at Ye Fan, her eyes filled with a more complex emotion.
However, a warm current flashed through her heart.
Ye Fan did not hesitate to offend the Upper Realm's Dominant Force and the Suspended King Sword Sect, yet he still stood before her.
Perhaps it wasn't just her; any woman would be deeply moved by this!
Wuma Xian'er approached Nangong Xuandie, her gaze fixed on the incredibly domineering Ye Fan, a strong sense of jealousy appearing on her face as she felt her position was under great threat.
“It seems I need to find an opportunity to get things done quickly! Otherwise, someone else might get there first!” Wuma Xian'er thought to herself.
“You refuse the broad road and insist on heading towards the Yellow Springs. Very well, then today I shall slay you,” Sikong Shan said, his expression extremely cold, filled with murderous intent.
“There are countless paths, but the Heavenly Dao is supreme. Slaying immortals and gods—Heavenly Dao Twelve Swords.”
With a loud shout from Sikong Shan, the Celestial Diagram behind him suddenly became even more dazzling, exuding overwhelming divine might. The twelve celestial swords abruptly split apart in formation.
“Whoosh—!”
Brilliant Sword Light erupted instantly from the twelve Flying Swords of Celestial Artifact level above the Celestial Diagram. A trace of heavenly power flowed through the Celestial Diagram, continuously enhancing the twelve Flying Swords with boundless Celestial Light.
This made the power unleashed by the twelve Flying Swords incredibly astonishing.
"Kill!"
Sikong Shan pointed his sword, and the grand runes of the Celestial Diagram blazed brightly. Twelve Flying Swords shot forth like twelve streaks of light, slicing toward Ye Fan.
"Cut me? With you?" Ye Fan wielded a Heavenly Sword, its brilliance resembling a flowing river as it descended with disdain. "You probably don't have the qualifications for that!"
Upon hearing Ye Fan's words and sensing the terrifying power erupting from his strike compared to the twelve Flying Swords controlled by Sikong Shan, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
They retreated further, increasing the distance between themselves and both Sikong Shan and Ye Fan.
"How arrogant! To say that even a Celestial Being lacks the qualification to cut him!" Someone exclaimed in shock as they looked at Ye Fan.
However, it was undeniable that he seemed to have the right to say such things.
What of Sikong Shan from the Celestial Realm?
The two had already clashed in a fierce battle earlier, yet neither had managed to gain the upper hand over Ye Fan.
Nangong Xuandie and Wuma Xian'er stood side by side in the distance, their gazes fixed intently on Ye Fan and Sikong Shan, worry etched on their faces.
Yet with their current strength, they found themselves unable to intervene in either the battle between Ye Fan and Sikong Shan or that between Wuma Changkong and Qing Shengyu.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's descending sword collided with the twelve Flying Swords controlled by Sikong Shan, unleashing a thunderous roar.
Immediately after, the Sword Light shattered, and Ye Fan's strike disintegrated in an instant.
Countless sword energies rampaged wildly, amidst which twelve dazzling celestial swords reemerged, continuing their relentless assault on Ye Fan under Sikong Shan's control.
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, and his figure moved like a dragon, instantly retreating into the void.
Sikong Shan snorted coldly and said, "The Heavenly Dao Twelve Swords I summon can kill celestial beings and gods. Where do you think you're retreating to?"
Twelve Flying Swords, under his control, continuously closed in on Ye Fan, their sword energy crisscrossing with extreme sharpness, as if they could tear apart heaven and earth.
"Killing celestial beings and gods?" Ye Fan scoffed. "A mere Celestial Being dares to speak so arrogantly. How could you possibly understand what a god truly is?"
Ye Fan's disdainful tone deepened the gloom on Sikong Shan's face.
Layers of celestial power surged into the Celestial Diagram behind him, causing the brilliance of the Celestial Diagram to shine even more brightly as it continuously infused power into the twelve Flying Swords.
However, at that moment, Ye Fan seemed to transform into a divine being, an even more dazzling Celestial Light suddenly erupting from him.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.
"Wow!"
The Celestial Light blazed fiercely, and a phantom of the Sendai appeared beneath Ye Fan's feet.
As this phantom of the Sendai coalesced, a second, third, and fourth followed in quick succession...
One after another, phantoms of the Ninefold Celestial Platform emerged before finally coming to a halt.
Ye Fan now stood atop the phantom of the Ninefold Celestial Platform, exuding an overwhelming celestial aura. His gaze was commanding and domineering like a god, as if he had transformed into an unparalleled celestial being.
In comparison, the true celestial being Sikong Shan seemed to fade into insignificance at that moment, dim and lacking luster.
On the contrary, Ye Fan appeared to be the true embodiment of a celestial existence.
"What... what is that?"
"Why do I look a bit like the Ninefold Celestial Platform...?"
"The Ninefold Celestial Platform, what on earth..."
As the gaze turned towards Ye Fan, who stood atop the ethereal image of the Ninefold Celestial Platform, gasps of shock and disbelief filled the air.
Even Wuma Xian'er and Nangong Xuandie were left speechless, their faces pale with astonishment.
The Ninefold Celestial Platform is a vessel that condenses Celestial Essence within one's body.
At their level of cultivation, they had all constructed their own Sendai.
But it was merely a single layer; in battle, one could only manifest an ethereal image of a single Sendai.
Yet beneath Ye Fan's feet, he had condensed the ethereal image of the Ninefold Celestial Platform in one breath.
"Is this a secret technique, or has he truly condensed the Ninefold Celestial Platform?"
But isn't constructing a Sendai always just a single layer?
How could anyone possibly condense the Ninefold Celestial Platform?
Nangong Xuandie and Wuma Xian'er exchanged glances, both recognizing the shock and confusion reflected in each other's eyes.
However, at that moment, Ye Fan stood atop the ethereal image of the Ninefold Celestial Platform, exuding an overwhelming presence akin to an unparalleled monarch, looking down upon Sikong Shan.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan slightly raised one hand, and with his movement, the surrounding world seemed to tremble lightly.
Above the Ninefold Celestial Platform, streams of Celestial Light surged forth like layers of shimmering curtains, pouring forth boundless celestial power that converged towards his palm.
"With one hand, I divide Yin and Yang; with the other, I separate life and death. Sikong Shan, prepare to die."
Ye Fan unleashed The Universe in the Palm, instantly sending a powerful palm strike towards Sikong Shan.
This strike seemed like divine retribution, containing boundless celestial might that instilled a sense of fear in Sikong Shan.
"Boom!!!"
The Palm Print rapidly descended, sending all twelve Celestial Artifact Flying Swords flying away as Ye Fan's palm struck down.
Sikong Shan's expression changed drastically as the Celestial Diagram behind him suddenly became wildly turbulent, winds howling and endless celestial energy surging forth uncontrollably.
Changing his Sword Technique, he shouted, "All swords return to one!"
In an instant, the twelve flying swords that Ye Fan had sent away merged into one, trailing a Heavenly Sword radiance as it charged towards Ye Fan's rapidly descending palm.
However, accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the ground, as Ye Fan's palm pressed down, the sword was still shattered into pieces.
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