The Heaven-shattering: Holding the Jade Disc of Creation

Chapter 144: The Challenge of the Holy Prince (Seeking Monthly Ticket Support)

"Ye Fan, are you really the Ancient Holy Body?" A genius from the demon clan at the banquet asked Ye Fan curiously.

"My physique is indeed that of the Ancient Saint Body." Ye Fan, who was tasting the peaches, did not hide his physique and directly stated it. After all, this matter could not be hidden anymore.

"It really is the Ancient Saint Body! But doesn't this body mean it is useless and cannot be cultivated?
Isn't Ye Fan fine? He is very powerful and his cultivation is not low. Is the Ancient Saint Body really a waste body?"

A young girl from the demon tribe asked doubtfully.

"Indeed! It is said that the cultivation of the Ancient Saint Body consumes a large amount of resources, and when breaking through the Four Extremes Secret Realm, one will encounter a catastrophe and die. Of course, this was recorded in the past."

The genius of Tianyao Palace added.

“Well! If it’s the Ancient Saint Body, it will indeed encounter disasters when breaking through the Four Extremes Secret Realm. It was only with the help of a noble person that I was able to successfully break through to the Four Extremes Secret Realm.”

Ye Fan said half-truthfully.

"My dear..."

"lucky……"

The geniuses who were listening attentively around also began to whisper.

Ye Fan felt the changes in the atmosphere around him and was very grateful to the demon clan for their secret help.

Because this is a good opportunity to explain, it may not have much effect, but it can at least make his ancient holy body that can cultivate less conspicuous.

"The Ancient Saint Body is a top-level physique. Once it is fully developed, it can fight against the Great Emperor. This Ye Fan will be a formidable enemy!"

"What great enemy? Have you ever heard of a great emperor from the Ancient Saint Body? Even if he has achieved great success, so what? After all, he is not at that level. If he cannot become an emperor, he is nothing."

The Holy Son of the Palace of Illusion taunted.

"You are awesome! You act like you are the Great Emperor, and you look down on the Ancient Saint Body. What realm can someone like you reach? You are so superior!"

As soon as Pangbo heard someone spitting shit, he immediately fought back and didn't tolerate the other person at all.

"you!"

The Holy Son of the Palace of Illusion glared at Pangbo, but his cultivation was not as high as Pangbo's current level, so he was not taken seriously by the other party at all.

"boom!"

There was a sound of a huge object falling to the ground, but fortunately the vibration was not great and did not affect the banquet.

"Who is Young Master Qinglian?"

A voice came, with an indescribable arrogance in the light tone, and a kind of domineering momentum.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuo looked towards the source of the voice and saw a golden ape less than five feet tall approaching the banquet table.

He was wearing a gilded cassock and had a faint golden Buddha light around him. Just standing there he had an aura of "I am the only one who can do this" and he didn't look like a Buddhist or Taoist monk at all.

In a flash, Zhang Shuo came in front of the Holy Prince. He looked at the slightly shorter Holy Prince and said expressionlessly, "I just have something to do!"

Zhang Shuo's few brief words might sound meaningless to others, but to the Holy Prince, they were like the manifestation of divine power, shocking him to the point of feeling a little dizzy.

However, the more pressure Zhang Shuo put on the Holy Prince, the more excited he became. His blood was boiling, his divine power was surging, and his passionate will to fight was almost uncontrollable.

"Fight me!"

The Holy Prince directly challenged Zhang Shuo, his will to fight was high, his aura burst out, and a will to fight against heaven and earth broke through the clouds, causing the monks on the high platform to put down their disputes and look at Zhang Shuo and his group.

"Okay! If you want to fight, I'll accompany you."

Zhang Shuo didn't say anything more and directly accepted the other party's challenge. The two of them left here and came to the fighting arena of Yao Chi.

The Holy Prince looked at Zhang Shuo in front of him. Although he could not sense the other party's breath, the boiling power in his blood and the dull pain in his brows told him that the person in front of him was an unprecedented powerful enemy.

Neither of them made a move, and they just faced each other quietly. This seemingly quiet confrontation was actually a competition of momentum between the two sides.

"What a monster is this!"

The Holy Prince said with a somewhat grim look on his face.

The Fighting Saint Ape, who was famous for his battles against heaven and earth, should have a natural advantage in terms of momentum. However, the Saint Prince's high will to fight was suppressed by Zhang Shuo, and his surging momentum was dispersed.

Both sides seemed to be inactive, but the Holy Prince was suffering from mental oppression at this moment. In his eyes, Zhang Shuo was Tianyuan, the world itself, and that sense of existence was so profound.

"Even if you are heaven and earth, or the world, so what? I am the one who wants to fight against heaven and earth!"

The Holy Prince roared, and spit out a golden light from his mouth. His anger was so strong that the golden light broke the invisible momentum and liberated himself.

A thunderous golden light burst out, indicating that the war had begun.

The Holy Prince's body was shining with golden light, his golden hair stood up, his divine power was pulsating nine times, nine rays of divine light flashed on his body, and the hot divine power was accumulating.

"Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Arts? It's a pity that it's not the same as the Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Arts in the Perfect Era, otherwise it would have succeeded no matter what."

Zhang Shuo did not move. He looked at the nine divine lights on the Holy Prince's body and thought secretly.

"boom!"

The Holy Prince rushed forward like a nimble monkey leaping over a ravine, and instantly flashed in front of Zhang Shuo, and a golden fist blasted towards Zhang Shuo.

"Why do you want to compete with me in terms of physical strength?"

Seeing that his opponent wanted to engage in close combat with him, Zhang Shuo responded directly to his expectation and punched him.

Two fists, one white and one with shaggy golden hair, collided.

"boom!"

The collision between the two produced terrifying aftermath, which brought with it sharp gale force winds that tore apart the surrounding air.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang!"

The two men did not use any divine power, but only relied on the strength of their physical bodies to continue colliding.

The Holy Prince has the blood of the Holy Fighting Ape and is born with a strong body. In addition, he has practiced the "Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Art", so his body is extremely strong.

But Zhang Shuo is even more abnormal. Whether it is the abnormal physical strength of the Chaos Creation Dao Body, or the physical training system he created, or the effect of using natural materials and treasures to strengthen his body when building the foundation, all of these make his physical strength reach an abnormal level.

Zhang Shuo's fists were like divine gold and immortal iron, beating the Holy Prince back again and again, unable to defend himself at all.

"drink!"

The Holy Prince roared, and forcibly summoned his divine power to block Zhang Shuo, while he himself retreated repeatedly.

At this moment, the Holy Prince's hands were covered with scars, and the blood stains were on his golden hair, making him look particularly miserable.

"So strong! Really strong!"

The Holy Prince suffered repeated losses in the physical competition, but this did not defeat his will. Instead, his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and his pair of golden eyes flashed with fire.

"boom!"

The golden aura ignited from the body of the Holy Prince, and the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Art began to operate. Once the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Art began to operate, it could compete with the gods in power.

Every hair on the Holy Prince's body was flashing with lightning, and terrifying fluctuations of divine power were surging. The powerful murderous aura, fierce fighting spirit, and surging momentum created the strongest fighting holy ape.

"war!"

The Holy Prince roared, his surging fighting spirit almost materialized, and an illusory figure emerged behind him.

It was a towering figure standing tall and upright, with a terrifying gaze that looked down upon the world!

Standing there, holding the black divine iron, he made the avenue tremble. In the nine heavens and ten earths, he was the only one who reigned supreme!
"Fighting Saint Emperor?"

Zhang Shuo looked at the tall and majestic figure, his heart surging with emotion, and a heroic spirit arose spontaneously, wanting to compete with the Holy Emperor.

"boom!"

The Holy Prince had blazing eyes and delivered a shocking punch towards Zhang Shuo, obviously intending to engage in close combat with Zhang Shuo.

Zhang Shuo circulated the energy and blood power in the sea of ​​energy and blood in his body. The surging energy and blood power burst out, and countless energy and blood dragons roared in the ocean of energy and blood.

The surging divine energy rushed out from the sea of ​​energy and blood, passed through the thirty-six chaotic dragon veins, and entered the three hundred and sixty-five holy treasure gates. Finally, under the layers of blessing, a force that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth exploded. "Boom!"

A hint of red light shone from Zhang Shuo's body, which was a manifestation of the power of Qi and blood. When he raised his hands and feet, ripples appeared in the void, which was a symbol of his physical body shaking the space.

"Boom!"

The two men clashed against each other again, and the Holy Prince activated the "Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Power". The nine levels of divine power rushed forward one after another. The nine levels of superposition could move the heaven and earth, and the power was unparalleled.

But Zhang Shuo's strength was equally terrifying. His energy and blood shook the sky, and his punches were as fast as a dragon. He managed to fight against the Holy Prince with just the power of his physical body and blood, and he was not defeated.

The Holy Prince has a very strong fighting instinct, and with the help of the fighting secrets of the Holy Ape clan, he can use all kinds of combat tactics and magic at will.

Zhang Shuo used the power of Qi and blood to perform the "Fighting Secret" and learned the fighting skills of the Holy Prince on the spot, relying on his abnormal understanding combined with his well-tempered body.

With his way, he also gave his body.

At this moment, Zhang Shuo seemed to be another holy prince. The two sides were engaging in a mirror duel, punch against punch, kick against kick, and engaging in a fierce battle.

"brush!"

The figures were staggered, each standing on a piece of the sky, facing each other from a distance, exuding a terrifying intimidation.

"Are you really just a demon cultivator from the Qinglian lineage? Is your Chaos Qinglian bloodline strong enough to make your body this strong?"

The Holy Prince frowned, he did not expect that the opponent could fight him equally with the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Art just by relying on the power of his physical body and blood.

"That won't do. He can fight to this extent with just his physical energy and blood. If Yan Changsheng uses his divine power, I will be powerless to resist."

The more the Saint Prince thought about it, the more confused he became, and even his own will to fight began to waver.

"Ah! Fight!"

Seeing that his distracting thoughts would interfere with his battle, the Saint Prince simply cut off all distracting thoughts and returned to his original heart. No matter in his heart or eyes, there was only Zhang Shuo.

"Defeat the person in front of me." became the only thought in the Holy Prince's mind.

"Buzz!"

A black iron rod appeared in the hands of the Holy Prince. The iron rod opened the sky and overwhelmed all ten directions. The terrifying divine power wrapped around the iron rod and hit Zhang Shuo.

When Zhang Shuo saw the other party using the iron rod, he directly activated the golden qi and blood in his body. The immortal divine light appeared and enveloped Zhang Shuo's body, and his fists were covered with thick golden light.

"when!"

The divine fist opened the sky, and he swung out with one punch to block the iron rod, and then he punched again to knock the Holy Prince away.

Zhang Shuo threw a punch with unrivaled power, destroying everything in front of him. In front of his fist, the stars dimmed and the sun and moon lost their brilliance.

"Boom!"

After the violent collision between the two, all of them flew backwards.

Cracks appeared on the golden light on Zhang Shuo's fist, but he himself was not injured at all.

There were traces of blood on the knuckles of the Holy Prince holding the iron rod, obviously he had suffered recoil injuries in the previous collision.

However, the injury was minor. With a sweep of divine power, the injury healed and the Holy Prince's condition returned to its peak.

"Facing a figure at the level of the second-level emperor of Xiantai, I can indeed fight with just my physical body and blood, but if I want to defeat him, I'm afraid it will take a long time to stalemate."

Zhang Shuo felt his own consumption, because he had to fight against the Holy Prince with only the power of Qi and blood, which consumed a lot of Qi and blood. However, his Qi and blood reserves were amazing, so he was not afraid of a war of attrition.

"It's pointless to keep going on like this. If that's the case, let's get serious!"

"boom!"

The extremely huge chaotic divine power deposited in Zhang Shuo's body exploded. The overwhelming power directly shocked the Holy Prince and made him retreat again and again. His golden eyes could not hide the shock.

"you!!!"

Zhang Shuo moved, as if the world was paused, time stagnated, space solidified, and only his figure was slowly approaching.

The Holy Prince could see that Zhang Shuo was walking towards him, but he could do nothing. His body was stiff, his divine power could not be used, and even his divine consciousness could only shrink into his body.

Only his Fiery Eyes could see the other party's movements. For a moment, he felt that there was an abyss between him and Yan Changsheng, a natural barrier that he could not cross.

Zhang Shuo walked step by step through the void, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, to the side of the Holy Prince.

"It's over!"

A hand was placed on the Saint Prince's shoulder. The Saint Prince felt his shoulder sink and his whole body fell uncontrollably into the void, falling straight onto the fighting stage.

"Is this his true strength? So strong!" This was the last thought of the Holy Prince before he fell into a coma.

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard from the fighting arena. The solid arena that was originally able to withstand the battles between the powerful saints was smashed into a big hole by the falling saint prince.

At this moment, Zhang Shuo stood quietly in the void with his hands behind his back, looking at the unconscious Holy Prince below, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"brush!"

The monk Du'e, who was watching the fight at the banquet, came to the side of the Holy Prince in an instant and used his divine power to check the Holy Prince's condition. He was relieved to find that the other party was fine.

He looked at Zhang Shuo who was slowly landing on the stage, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist name:
"Amitabha, thank you for your mercy."

Zhang Shuo smiled and said, "Master Du'e, you are too serious. It's just a competition, so I won't use any harsh words."

Upon hearing this, the divine monk Du'e chanted the Buddha's name once more, and then brought the Holy Prince back to the banquet. Yu Guangzhong looked at Zhang Shuo with some fear.

Various complex expressions kept changing in his eyes, and then he returned to calm.

The various geniuses, saintly sons and saintly daughters in the audience were now in a state of bewilderment, because no one could see clearly how the Saint Prince lost.

All we know is that Zhang Shuo suddenly appeared beside the Holy Prince, and the Holy Prince directly turned into a bird with broken wings and fell from mid-air.

Ye Fan was suppressing the boiling blood. The moment the golden light emanated from Zhang Shuo's body, the blood in his body began to rush wildly uncontrollably.

The golden light seemed to have a fatal attraction to him, making him unconsciously want to get closer to it. It even felt like the blood in his body wanted to break through the blood vessels and flow towards Zhang Shuo.

"What's going on? To what extent has Brother Shuo's Ancient Saint Body been developed? It feels like this, even the Great Saint Body isn't there yet!"

Ye Fan's face turned red, and he used his divine power to suppress the blood in his body, and his body gradually returned to calm.

On the other side of the banquet, Saint Yaoguang had a solemn look on his face. At this moment, he could no longer maintain his usual calm smile.

The furrowed brows showed the mood of this ruthless descendant. At the moment, he felt more anxious. His clenched hands under the table showed traces of scarlet at his fingertips.

Zhang Shuo had already returned to his seat at the banquet. In addition to consuming a lot of energy and blood, he also consumed a large amount of chaotic divine power in the last blow.

"The Law of Time? It is indeed a very powerful force. Unfortunately, if you want to use the Law of Time to consume the lifespan of a cultivator, you need to consume a large amount of Chaos Divine Power, but not too much of his lifespan. This method is rather useless.

However, there are many ways to use the power of time, such as freezing the flow of time for a cultivator, freezing the flow of time in space, speeding up one's own flow of time, etc."

Zhang Shuo kept recalling his insights from the battle just now, improving his own combat experience and deepening his understanding of the laws of time.

"Husband, what was that just now?"

Lin Jia and Qin Yao were both confused. They didn't understand what Zhang Shuo did at that moment.

Zhang Shuo looked at the two beauties, their lovely and tender faces, and said in a gentle voice: "Zhulong."

These two simple words made them immediately understand the power that Zhang Shuo had just used.

After a battle between two top geniuses, there were monks with all kinds of expressions at the two banquets. Some were fearful, some were happy, some were terrified, and some were confused. All kinds of life were revealed.

But this will not affect Zhang Shuo. No one will care about other people's opinions, especially the strong ones.

After drinking a cup of nectar, Zhang Shuo savored it, finding it sweet and refreshing, with an endless aftertaste.

And in a corner, there was an inconspicuous being with a strange look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)