Chapter 642: Two-Way Foil vs. Saint

Xingkong Gulu, twenty-ninth pass.

Boom!

An extremely powerful and terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble erupted outward.

At the same time, Shi Hao and Feng Baobao had also finished their battle.

One could see that beside Shi Hao, Xuehuang Shengzi had been hammered until he cracked, his entire body continuously leaking scarlet liquid, his aura withered.

At this moment, there was no longer a trace of arrogance in Xuehuang Shengzi's eyes; there was only fear of Shi Hao.

Shi Hao was not polite either; he directly took out the Ancestral Sacrificial Cauldron of Shi Village, tore off Xuehuang Shengzi's two chicken wings and threw them inside, then smashed his bones to make soup—his methods were extremely cruel.

On the other side, Feng Baobao dragged the dead-dog-like Huangjin Shengzi and threw him into the cauldron.

At this moment, Feng Baobao's image was extremely exaggerated; that head of golden hair shot straight into the sky, her whole body erupted with the color of lightning, and in particular, her arm muscles emitted explosive sounds like thunder from time to time.

Super Saiyan, form six!

This was a form Feng Baobao developed herself, surpassing the ancestors of the Saiyans; its power was also quite explosive in the entire history of the Saiyans.

In the Saiyan bloodline inheritance that Feng Baobao fused with, the evolution methods for Saiyans only went up to the Super Four stage.

With her talent, she had mastered four form transformations early on.

As for Super Six, it was unprecedented.

Because of the passive ability where a Saiyan's power increases greatly every time they are heavily injured.

So when Feng Baobao had nothing to do, she used the properties of the Eternal Indestructible Body to coordinate with this, which meant killing herself.

If an ordinary person were to commit suicide, they would definitely be very afraid; after all, people have seven emotions and six desires, and no matter how tough a person is, at the end of the day, they have at least a little fear of death.

But Feng Baobao was different; she was not afraid of death at all, having no fearful emotions—it was just a matter of opening and closing her eyes.

After committing suicide dozens of times, between life and death, Feng Baobao just *pop*—she grasped the Super Five and Super Six forms.

Whether it was power or speed, they both rose in a straight line, and the gap between each form was even more worlds apart.

Because Saiyans are famous battle maniacs in the universe, the more she evolved, the more Feng Baobao felt the Saiyan power transforming; it was no longer just simple power, but trending toward Law, trending toward the realm of gods.

However, Feng Baobao's mind was simple, and she didn't think about these changes at all, letting them be natural; she only needed to knock down or bury the obstacles in front of her.

At this time, finishing the battle, the aura in Feng Baobao's body relaxed, and she returned to her normal mode.

Inside the large cauldron, Xuehuang Shengzi looked at the crippled Huangjin Shengzi; for some reason, his mood was not as fearful anymore, as if someone was sharing the fear equally with him.

"As expected of Bao'er Jie!" Shi Hao gave a thumbs up in praise.

"A small matter, don't worship me; I am just a legend, yeah."

Feng Baobao held up two fingers and said expressionlessly.

"Wow!" Shi Hao became even more admiring.

Compared to those fat women, Bao'er Jie's charm was truly incomparable.

Ahem, although Bao'er Jie was also a fat woman, it was generally not noticeable.

"Watch me use these two non-human creatures to boil a pot of Ten-Complete Tonic Soup, hehehe!"

After speaking, Shi Hao released flames from both hands, circling the Ancestral Sacrificial Cauldron to begin a slow simmer.

It was at this moment that the battles where the Ruthless One, Ye Fan, and Xu Que were had basically ended; the Ruthless One had even devoured the origin of the Heaven-Dominating Tyrant Body.

The situation on the field took a sharp turn for the worse; the Protectors of the Dao for the several Saint Sons did not have time to react before their own Saint Sons became fish and meat, waiting to be slaughtered.

The first to appear was a Saint-level existence from the Tyrant Body lineage, looking like a tall and burly muscular old man.

Subsequently, the Protectors of the Dao from the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, the Golden Lineage, the Blood Phoenix Lineage, and the Qilin Lineage appeared, all of them Saint-level.

Above the Immortal Three Zhan Dao King, Immortal Four is the Saint level.

In the Immortal Platform Realm, every realm is divided into the Nine Heavens.

Immortal Three has the Nine Heavens, and the gap between each heaven is also extremely large; even if it is just a small realm difference, the combat power is worlds apart.

By the same token, don't look at Immortal Three and Immortal Four as only one major realm apart; the gap within is something ordinary cultivators cannot catch up to in thousands or ten thousand years.

Saint-level powerhouses can traverse the Void, step on the galaxy, shatter stars with a flick of a finger, and teleport billions of miles away in an instant; they are also the backbone of every family, Sacred Land, and great sect.

Several Saint-level powerhouses descended, and for a time, the situation on Bati Zuxing became tense and filled with a murderous aura.

Especially the Saint of the Tyrant Body lineage; this was an old monster at the Saint Ninth Heaven who had lived for thousands of years, his strength unfathomable, and he had even participated in the battle to surround and kill the Sacred Body.

With his foundation, perhaps in less than a thousand years, he could step into the realm of Saint King.

"Juniors, daring to devour the Tyrant Body origin, your crimes are unforgivable, rise!"

Above the Void, the Elder of the Tyrant Body lineage just flipped his hand and pressed down; instantly, the clouds and mist of the entire firmament surged, and earth-shattering energy condensed into a demon god's palm covering a thousand miles—truly turning his hands to create clouds and rain.

If this were in the universe, this palm would be enough to shatter dozens of stars, but now this power was compressed to the size of a thousand-mile radius, targeting only the Ruthless One and her group.

Even when facing a Saint Ninth Heaven powerhouse, the Ruthless One was not afraid at all, saying calmly:

"I killed them, so what!"

As the words fell, the Ruthless One, with her Immortal Two body, defied the heavens to strike a Saint, channeling all her strength and punching out with both fists, resembling an peerless female War God with unparalleled battle intent.

"Heavenly Desolate Battle Fist!"

Boom!

This Heavenly Desolate Battle Fist had unparalleled battle intent; the stronger the battle intent, the stronger the power!

It was just that the gap between enemy and self was too great; if it were just an ordinary Saint of the first, second, or third heaven, the Ruthless One would have the confidence to absolutely slay them.

But the opponent was a Saint Ninth Heaven; the gap was truly too large, not to mention being separated by a major realm.

Seeing this, Ye Fan could no longer hide behind the Ruthless One; he immediately moved forward, waving his fists, one hand executing the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, the other executing the Great Strength Bull Demon Fist!

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating one's capabilities!" said the Elder of the Tyrant Body lineage.

The large hand pressed down again, and the power increased several times over; the ground collapsed violently, forming a thousand-foot abyss.

Ye Fan's strength was weaker, and under this immense pressure, cracks appeared on his skin, golden blood overflowing from the wounds; he could only say with difficulty:

"Ruthless sister, I might not be able to hold on."

The ruthless person beneath the Ghost Face Mask said nothing, but a flash of panic could still be detected in the depths of their eyes.

At the most critical moment!

A dazzling red Laser tore through the Void and slammed fiercely toward the Elder of the Tyrant Body.

Upon seeing this red Laser, the Elder of the Tyrant Body felt an immediate sense of crisis; if he did not dodge, his body might be pierced through.

Whoosh!

Having no choice, the Elder of the Tyrant Body shifted his position.

It was at this moment that a figure used Teleportation to arrive beside Ye Fan.

"Ye Shifu!" Ye Fan said with pleasant surprise.

Ye Wen did not speak; he simply took a deep breath, then suddenly exhaled a breath of absolute freezing cold toward the Void.

Large swathes of ice mist swept across the firmament, and wherever it passed, all things were frozen.

The large handprint of the Elder of the Tyrant Body was also frozen in mid-air, becoming an ice sculpture, possessing quite a bit of artistic flair!

"How is this possible?"

The Elder of the Tyrant Body's pupils dilated, his expression one of disbelief.

Ye Wen threw a punch toward the Void, and the ice-sculpted handprint shattered directly into shards.

Originally, with Ye Wen's strength, it would have been enough to shatter the attack of the Elder of the Tyrant Body with one punch, but the energy fluctuations caused by that would have been too terrifying and might have affected the nearest people, the ruthless person and Ye Fan.

Therefore, freezing it first and then shattering it was the correct choice.

At this scene, the cultivators of the entire Bati Zuxing and the Xingkong Gulu were all dumbfounded; what kind of maneuver was this? It was a bit absurd, yet it also seemed particularly reasonable.

"Who are you?" the Elder of the Tyrant Body asked suspiciously.

Ye Wen's expression was warm as he smiled and said:

"I am Ye Wen. These two young friends are my friends. Give me some face and do not make things difficult for them."

Upon hearing this, the Elder of the Tyrant Body immediately widened his pupils and said: "Face? My Tyrant Body lineage has never needed to give anyone face. This brat harmed our Saint Son of the Tyrant Body; even grinding him to dust would not be enough to vent the hatred in my heart."

The smile on Ye Wen's face gradually disappeared as he said:

"It seems there is nothing to talk about."

"What, do you alone want to oppose our entire Bati Zuxing?" the Elder of the Tyrant Body said disdainfully.

At this time, the guardians of several other Saint Sons appeared together beside the Elder of the Tyrant Body.

Seven or eight Saint-level figures stood together, the pressure immense and heart-chilling.

"Ye Shifu, although you are Superman, I don't know if you can hold up," Ye Fan couldn't help but ask.

Ye Wen returned a reassuring smile and said:

"I Want to Fight Ten!"

"What, one against ten?!"

Ye Wen's expression was solemn.

As the words fell, Ye Wen's body curled slightly, striking a takeoff pose, then he kicked off with his feet with all his might—the heavens collapsed and the earth cracked!

The whole person turned into a meteor and charged directly at the seven or eight Saints?

This was not Earth, so Ye Wen did not need to worry about his power being too great and causing natural disasters.

Freed from all constraints, Ye Wen felt unprecedented ease, and the power within his body could be released without any scruples.

Especially since the stars in this world contained more powerful and vibrant energy!

In particular, there were several stars surrounding Bati Zuxing; fighting while absorbing energy and growing stronger—for Ye Wen, he had never fought such a wealthy battle.

"A world-famous painting! Ye Shifu fighting seven Great Saints alone!"

Below, Ye Fan couldn't help but exclaim, watching Ye Wen shuttle through the encirclement of the seven Great Saints, his fists, moving dozens of times faster than the speed of sound, striking continuously, his eyes releasing Lasers from time to time; he was simply an incomparable fighting Superman.

However, these seven Great Saints were no ordinary goods; they all came from ancient races, and neither their Flesh nor their strength could be compared to that of humans.

Ye Wen's strength was indeed strong, but to say he could break through their defenses with one punch was not that easy.

If it were only one Saint, it would not be difficult for Ye Wen to finish them off with his strength, but with seven Saints consuming his energy together, Ye Wen's power was invisibly weakened.

On the other side, Xu Que stood beside Wang Wu and Morgana.

Seeing Superman Yip Man fighting so fiercely, Xu Que sighed:

"Ye Shifu is so strong; truly, not a single sun was basked in for nothing."

"It's truly absurd. The Superman bloodline is this strong just from basking in the sun. Damn. Comparing people to people, it's enough to anger someone to death," Morgana said.

As the words fell, Ye Wen was seen being struck down like a meteor, directly smashing through the Xingkong Gulu of the Twenty-Ninth Pass.

Hiss!

Ye Wen gasped; even with his Steel Body, he felt intense pain, his Viscera felt as if they had shifted, and several ribs were broken.

It turned out that just now, the several Great Saints could not do anything to Ye Wen in terms of speed and strength, so they directly sealed off most of the Void and employed methods similar to gravity suppression.

Ye Wen's strength and speed were peerless, but he was almost a complete novice in terms of techniques.

If he encountered someone of similar strength, he could break ten thousand techniques with force, but against seven Saint-level figures, even he was somewhat powerless.

These old Saint-level monsters, which one of them didn't have eight hundred schemes in their hearts? After fighting for hundreds of rounds, they discovered Ye Wen's shortcomings.

Although Ye Wen had suffered internal injuries, under the effect of his Steel Body, he recovered as good as new in the blink of an eye.

"Ye Wen, you are indeed very good at fighting. And your physique is astonishing, not beneath that of a Tyrant Body. However, being an enemy of my Tyrant Body lineage is destined to end in a violent death. No one can change whom the Tyrant Body wants to kill."

After speaking, the seven Great Saints joined forces, preparing to kill Ye Wen in one move.

"The Tyrant Body lineage, what big talk. Bullying the few with the many, and you think you're in the right?"

An arrogant voice rang out, and Morgana and Wang Wu appeared out of thin air beside Ye Wen.

"Bullying the few with the many, at your age, you old shameless things," Wang Wu said with contempt.

Seeing Wang Wu and Morgana appear out of thin air.

The seven Great Saints were startled; there seemed to be more and more surprises.

"Who are you people?" the Batilaozhang asked.

"Hahaha, since you have sincerely and earnestly asked," Morgana said.

"We shall show mercy and tell you!" Wang Wu said.

"To prevent the world from being destroyed!" Morgana said.

"To protect the peace of the world!" Wang Wu said.

"To carry out love and true evil!" Morgana said.

"The cute and charming nemesis of villains!" Wang Wu said.

"The Demon Queen, the peerless Sword Immortal!" Wang Wu and Morgana said.

?...

The scene was silent, and a cold wind blew by.

"??" the seven Great Saints.

"Ha." Ye Wen scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Ah, this. Dead memories are attacking me again," Xu Que said, his scalp tingling.

"Pfft." Ye Fan tried his best not to laugh out loud.

"Oh ho!" Feng Baobao looked at Morgana and Wang Wu with bright eyes, as if she had discovered a new continent, finding this combination very interesting.

"Wa ka ka, amazing." Shi Hao only felt that it was impressive even if he didn't understand it.

"..." Demon Lord Chonglou, Dark Ye Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor suddenly envied this timeline's Ye Fan; having so many comrades-in-arms and silly friends, so no matter how sad or lonely he was, he would be healed.

Anlan could feel the Heavenly Emperor's sadness and envy at this moment, and said: "Actually, you can do it too, Ye Laoliu. Although it is not the same timeline, I know your heart is no different.

The past can actually be changed."

"The past, change?" the Heavenly Emperor was stunned.

Outside, a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

"World Invincible Brainwashing Sword Qi!"

Wang Wu pointed a finger, and countless Sword Qi flew into the air, transforming into sharp, peerless Sword Qi that slashed toward the seven Great Saints.

This Sword Qi was impossibly sharp, as if enchanted, ignoring their defenses and slashing them until they were riddled with holes.

"Sun-Character Punch!"

"Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow!"

Ye Wen took this opportunity to strike the seven Great Saints hard; with every punch thrown, these Saints seemed to be wearing masks of pain, letting out shrill screams.

"This Sword Immortal only used a slight bit of effort, and you still don't worship me," Wang Wu said smugly.

Morgana was more direct, throwing a palm-sized piece of paper directly into the center of the seven Saints.

Was this the Two-way Foil?

When the Two-way Foil appeared, a massive crisis began to Devour the seven Saints, and the originally stable space collapsed into sand in an instant.