Chapter 142: Battle the Holy Son!
At this moment, the entire audience was in an uproar.
That Gu Fan was able to break free from the suppression of the Holy Son shocked many, but what truly left people speechless was that he dared to directly tear off all pretenses with the Holy Son!
Who was the Holy Son?
The most talented young powerhouse in the history of the Brahma God Sect, possessing strength at the Half-step Yang Spirit Realm, yet capable of fiercely battling those at the Mid-stage Yang Spirit Realm!
He even held a record of killing a Yang Spirit cultivator!
He was an extremely powerful genius disciple, a future successor whom even the top brass of the Brahma God Sect were unwilling to offend.
In other words, as long as the Holy Son did not perish, the future Brahma God Sect would only grow stronger!
Such a person was nearly mythologized within the Brahma God Sect, worshipped and revered by countless disciples.
But now, a mere disciple was pointing at his nose, declaring that he was unworthy!
This feeling was immensely shocking.
Nanyun’s face drastically changed!
That fool actually clashed head-on with the Holy Son!
One must know, long ago, Nanyun had sensed that Gu Fan was not fond of the Holy Son. Although everyone at Overlord Peak had some of that sentiment, Gu Fan’s hostility was obvious!
If it were within the sect under normal circumstances, that would be one thing. But now, Fang Xue was still outside the rift awaiting them. If the Holy Son wanted to kill Gu Fan, there would be absolutely no one to help him!
Gritting his teeth, Nanyun stepped forward again to bow:
“Holy Son Senior Brother, please don’t blame him. Junior Brother Gu Fan is impatient in nature and speaks without thinking. I beg Holy Son Senior Brother to be magnanimous and give him a chance!”
The Holy Son’s deep gaze slowly turned toward Nanyun.
“Seems like you disciples of Overlord Peak truly don’t take my words to heart.”
“I just said, if you speak one more word, I’ll punish you as well!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze shot forth like divine light, blasting Nanyun away.
Nanyun crashed heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, his life or death unknown.
Gu Fan’s eyes instantly turned blood-red with fury.
Though Nanyun, that cunning saint, usually acted cautiously, he had helped Gu Fan on many occasions.
Now, because of him, the Holy Son made a move, triggering Gu Fan’s nerves completely!
“What a Holy Son of the sect! Striking your own disciples so decisively—today, I, Gu Fan of Overlord Peak, will witness what qualifications a so-called Holy Son truly has to act this arrogantly!”
The Holy Son’s gaze remained fixed on Gu Fan, a cold sneer tugging at the corner of his lips:
“I’ve long seen your disobedience. You’re nothing more than a wild beast that can’t be tamed. Today, I’ll show you the meaning of disparity!”
As he spoke, the Holy Son ascended into the sky with a look of disdain. “I’ll give you the chance to strike, lest you find no opening at all.”
Gu Fan said nothing. He knew the man before him was unlike any opponent he had encountered before.
The Holy Son, or rather, Ying Langtian.
A true son of the heavens, terrifyingly strong, and not lacking in intellect.
Even now, faced with Gu Fan’s provocation and goading, he showed no anger—only the calm composure of one firmly in control.
Gu Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed. He knew he had only three minutes. He had to unleash all his strength and concentrate it into a single point to even grasp a sliver of possibility!
In an instant, a massive green lotus manifested behind Gu Fan. Tenfold Strength activated, and the Refined Fiend Body Art was pushed to its limit!
With a hum, the space rippled.
Gu Fan vanished from where he stood.
In the next moment, a golden-glowing fist descended thunderously above the Holy Son’s head.
“Too slow. You should have endured for two more years. Perhaps once you reach the Late Stage of the True Yang Realm, you might have a chance to face me!”
The Holy Son did not move an inch, a Spiritual Energy Shield appearing above his head.
He did not even glance at Gu Fan. With that single layer of defense, he was confident Gu Fan could not break through!
“You only started cultivation a few years before me. If we had begun at the same time, killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a dog!”
Failing with one punch, Gu Fan struck again. This time, a crack formed on the glowing shield.
The Holy Son extended a single finger and flicked lightly.
The fist collided with the fingertip, releasing a violent surge of energy that forced all surrounding cultivators to retreat.
"Gu Fan actually possesses such powerful strength? He can exchange several moves with the Holy Son!"
"This person is extremely gifted. Rumor has it he’s the genius who made the Dao Bell ring nine times. It’s just a pity about his root bone. Otherwise, he might have had the chance to surpass the Holy Son in the future."
"Seems like he does have the strength to challenge the Holy Son."
"If Gu Fan doesn’t die this time, I’m afraid the Holy Son won’t be able to rest easy from now on..."
The onlookers discussed in hushed voices.
They were shocked by Gu Fan’s strength but also felt it was a shame. A figure like him, given a few more years, might truly contend with the Holy Son!
The Holy Son blasted Gu Fan away with a single strike, then fired two beams of death rays from his eyes, aiming to pin Gu Fan in mid-air.
Unexpectedly, Gu Fan crossed his arms and forcibly withstood the attack.
As the smoke cleared, Gu Fan was astonishingly unscathed!
Seeing this, the Holy Son furrowed his brows slightly. This was the first obvious expression that appeared between him and Gu Fan.
"A defensive treasure, or a special technique?"
The Holy Son muttered.
He knew exactly how terrifying the strength of his previous attack had been. Even if Gu Fan’s physical body was tough, there was no way he could have blocked it with just flesh alone.
Meanwhile, Gu Fan marveled at how abnormal Magic Immunity truly was.
That strike was enough to kill most Late Stage True Yang Realm attacks, yet it had been nullified just like that.
He only felt the shockwave’s force, without a trace of injury.
Gu Fan immediately shifted his stance, black light shooting from his eyes.
Peaceful Dispersal Decision, capable of mimicking most combat technique attacks.
Gu Fan once again approached the Holy Son, and behind him emerged a golden phantom of a giant elephant.
"Domain Suppression of Myriad Phenomena! Break for me!"
The Holy Son first waved his hand to block the eye light, then formed hand seals and struck toward the descending golden elephant hoof!
Upon collision, the immense counterforce caused Gu Fan to retreat again to redirect the power.
Seeing the Holy Son’s defense still unbroken, Gu Fan bared his teeth.
"Such a thick turtle shell!"
"Running your mouth might be the only thing you surpass me in."
The Holy Son didn’t hold back. His expression gradually grew solemn.
The usual contempt in his gaze had vanished.
"Gu Fan, to be able to trade moves with me while still in the Primordial Yang Realm, your talent is indeed worthy of pride, but you should never have defied me."
As he spoke, a divine pattern eye suddenly appeared on the Holy Son’s forehead!
In the next moment, a divine light shot toward Gu Fan.
This divine light resembled the Light of Karma—undodgeable and inexhaustible.
It seemed to cross the river of time, suddenly manifesting beside Gu Fan, leaving no chance to evade!
Gu Fan was struck with terror. What kind of combat technique was this?!
No—Gu Fan realized this wasn’t a technique. Peaceful Dispersal Decision couldn’t simulate it.
This was... Innate Divine Power, a type of power some special races were born with.
These races were inherently powerful, blessed with extraordinary talent.
And the Holy Son was clearly one of them!
In the span of a single thought, Gu Fan had no time to block—it struck directly, hitting the left side of his body!
"Magic Immunity at maximum! Refined Fiend Body! Domain Suppression of Myriad Phenomena!"
Gu Fan roared furiously, unleashing all his potential!
Boom!!!
A massive explosion echoed out. A towering mushroom cloud rose from Gu Fan’s location!
All present disciples were utterly stunned by this blow.
When the Holy Son truly got serious, he was absolutely terrifying!