Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 655 - 646: Descendant of the Ancient King

Chapter 655: Chapter 646: Descendant of the Ancient King

"I dare not!"

Looking at the young king from the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan who had stepped forward, Wu Lingfeng spoke straightforwardly, "Your cultivation must have reached at least the fourth level of the Emperor Realm, I have only just proven Emperor a few days ago."

"If you are so confident in the invincibility of your True Dragon Body, why fear my cultivation being several levels higher than yours?"

The young king of the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan sneered, looking directly at Wu Lingfeng, and continued to provoke him.

"I am confident in being invincible among my peers, within the same realm; does your Devouring Sky Tiger Clan have someone who can suppress me?" Wu Lingfeng said.

"It’s good to be confident, but don’t lose sight of your own situation. There are countless geniuses in my Devouring Sky Tiger Clan, and there are not a few who can suppress you; don’t be too arrogant."

"My Human Clan talents, are there so few who can suppress you?" Wu Lingfeng coldly responded, "If I remember correctly, just a few days ago, one of your young kings from the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan died, what was his name, Hu Fan, right?"

Upon hearing this, the young king from the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan’s eyes narrowed, "If the Divine King Body dares to show up, he will certainly die without a doubt today. You should be thankful you are a disciple of the Immortal Sect of Inquiry, otherwise, based on your words just now, my Devouring Sky Tiger Clan would have already slain you."

"Enough with the nonsense. Flower Fairy Palace, Heavenly God Peak, two battles, heroes from all over the world came together—who could touch the Divine King Body then, and yet you say he is certain to die—do you expect to kill him with your words?"

Wu Lingfeng sneered, his eyes full of disdain, "In no more than a year, I could suppress you with the back of my hand, so take good care of your little life, lest someone else kills you first."

"Seeking death!"

Facing Wu Lingfeng’s words, the young king from the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan could no longer restrain himself; he strode forward, his supreme Tiger might erupted, filling the air with hostility, ready to launch an attack on Wu Lingfeng.

Hum!

However, at that moment, Leng Ziming took a slight step forward from behind Wu Lingfeng. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent as he swept over, a palpable oppressive force spreading from him, and in just an instant, he suppressed the young king from the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan’s momentum to nothing.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve taken action; if you’re interested, how about I play with you on behalf of Junior Brother Wu?" He said with a faint smile.

"Leng Ziming!"

Across from him, young kings from the Ancient Clan all changed their expressions.

Clearly, they were familiar with Leng Ziming—the strongest among all the young talents of the Human Clan of this generation, giving them the most dangerous feeling.

The young king of the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan revealed a look of dread, grinding his teeth, yet not daring to make a move. After taking a deep breath, he retreated.

"Our princes from the Ancient Clan will also be arriving soon; at that time, we won’t tolerate your continued arrogance. In this Heavenly God Institute assessment, there will be three slots, and none will go to your Human Clan," a young king from the Ancient Clan scoffed coldly.

"Just because you say there won’t be, does that mean your people from the Royal Family of the Ancient Clan are all talk? What prince—Yuan Fei called himself the War God of the Saint Ape Clan, yet didn’t he still lose to Ye Wudao? But what of that? In the end, Ye Wudao was still slain by the Divine King Body on the Heavenly God Peak. There are also not a few of our Human Clan’s geniuses who are stronger than those princes from your Ancient Clan."

Many talents from the Human Clan spoke up; in terms of racial positioning, they had always been united against outsiders.

"What Divine King Body—it’s just a demon barrier that should be slain by everyone," a young king stood out and continued to mock, "If it weren’t for Lin’s True Technique, there would be no shortage of people here who could suppress him. Does the Divine King Body dare to claim invincibility? Isn’t it just that he’s better at running away?"

"So, you mean to say, among those present, there are not a few who could slay Ye Wudao and Hu Fan?" Wu Lingfeng sneered, "It seems to me that not many of you can compare to Ye Wudao, yet you dare to claim that you can suppress the Divine King Body. It’s simply absurd."

"Divine King Body, Divine King Body, does he dare to come here today?"

"Enemies all around the world, hiding out of sight is the clearest choice. If he truly dares to come here, he will eventually be annihilated."

A group of young kings from the Ancient Clan continued to taunt.

"Even the Ancient Kings dare not claim they can slay someone with a Divine King Body, let alone you few brats shouting here—what’s the use? If someone with a Divine King Body really came, killing you would be a matter of minutes," Ye Fan of the Infinite Sect also stepped forward.

"I hear you’ve cultivated the Infinite Immortal Scripture, let me see what you’re truly capable of!"

A Young King snorted coldly and immediately made his move. His hands formed a Dharma Seal, transforming into Supreme Divine Light, pressing towards Ye Fan.

"Humph!"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, his aura exploding around him with Holy Light swirling, as he pointed a finger into the air and instantly extinguished the opponent’s attack.

Then, both figures soared into the air, igniting a fierce battle in the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After only a brief exchange, that Young King from the Ancient Clan was sent flying backward, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

"With that level of strength, you dare to embarrass yourself in public? I can’t even be bothered to use the Infinite Immortal Scripture," Ye Fan said with a cold laugh before slightly moving and returning to his original position.

"You!" The defeated Young King gritted his teeth, his face a mix of disgruntlement and fear.

From their previous exchange, he had sensed how terrifying Ye Fan was; indeed, his Cultivation was unfathomably deep, something ordinary people could hardly suppress.

In this era, the Human Clan was truly rising; so many young prodigies, each with their natural-born talent, were not to be underestimated.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, from the distant horizon, a terrifying aura swept in, darkening the sky and shaking the hearts of all present.

Turning their heads, they saw seven young figures slowly approaching—the Ancient Clan’s seven Young Kings, no ordinary ones at that. The aura of each one was many times stronger than the other Young Kings present.

"Seven Princes!"

Someone from the Ancient Clan cried out, their face lighting up with joy.

"Demon Dragon Clan, Kunpeng Clan, Devouring Sky Tiger Clan, Sky Demon Weasel Clan..."

"All are offsprings of the current Ancient Kings from their respective clans!"

Ye Fan, furrowing his brows, felt a dangerous aura from them. Clearly, these seven were not weaker in Cultivation than himself.

"Your Excellency seems quite confident in your strength, would you care to spar with me?"

As the seven neared the airspace, the Prince from the Sky Demon Weasel Clan stepped slightly forward, wearing a faint smile, handsome and suave, as he looked at Ye Fan.

Hearing this, Ye Fan’s frown deepened, but he had no reason to refuse at this moment.

He rose slightly, his body erupting in Supreme Immortal Light, dazzling and brilliant, "Then let me see, what skills all you so-called Princes truly possess."

"Chirp!"

The Prince from the Sky Demon Weasel Clan, known as the Sky Demon Little King, took action directly, reaching the same height as Ye Fan in the air. His mouth opened slightly, releasing a sharp, piercing sound wave, causing the people below to involuntarily raise their hands to cover their ears.

In the sky, that sound wave turned into several thin blades, invisible and colorless, slicing towards Ye Fan.