"So, you went to all this trouble just to pick us off one by one!" Fu Hu bellowed.

"Of course," Ye Fan replied. "What else did you think?"

"You don’t have what it takes!" Fu Hu said coldly.

"We’ll know whether I do after we try!" With that, Ye Fan slashed out with his sword.

Fu Hu dodged immediately, and the two clashed in the heart of the snow-capped mountain.

"Fu Hu Boundless!" Fu Hu roared.

Fu Hu Boundless was a peerless cultivation technique created by the Hu Ben Main God. It was rarely seen in the world, so no one truly knew how powerful it was. But one could imagine that a technique created by the Hu Ben Main God, one of the top three Main God Experts in the Divine Domain, would be anything but weak.

As Fu Hu unleashed it, the once-clear blue sky was suddenly swept over by dark clouds, and snowflakes began to fall. However, what shocked Ye Fan wasn’t the snow-filled sky but the fact that the flakes were suspended in mid-air. Fu Hu then grabbed handfuls of the frozen snowflakes and blasted them toward him. The attack seemed effortless, yet it contained boundless power. The slightest carelessness would result in his body being pierced through. This was Fu Hu’s strength.

Ye Fan dodged quickly.

BANG!

One of Fu Hu’s strikes still hit him, sending him flying backward.

Fu Hu said coldly, "As the top prodigy of the Divine Domain, how could I let you act so presumptuously? It doesn’t matter what methods you used to raise your realm to match mine. Before me, you are nothing but an ant. An ant should know its place!"

"Is that so?" Ye Fan shot back. "Pure Yang Divine Fist!"

His Pure Yang Divine Fist, now imbued with a trace of the Divine Dragon’s power, unleashed a colossal blue dragon from his body. It roared as it charged straight for Fu Hu, its cry powerful enough to make the Thousand Feet Snow Mountain itself begin to crumble.

"Very good!" Fu Hu said coldly. He also wanted to witness Ye Fan’s true strength. At this moment, Fu Hu Boundless reappeared—a technique that perfectly blended offense and killing intent. It transformed into an enormous, blood-colored scorpion that charged at Ye Fan, clashing with the Pure Yang Divine Fist.

Both men were sent flying backward, slamming into a nearby mountain range which collapsed from the impact.

His strength is formidable, far beyond my expectations. I thought I could finish him quickly in a one-on-one fight, but now I realize his power is no weaker than mine! Ye Fan was astonished.

He slowly pushed the snow aside and clambered out, looking dishevelled.

Fu Hu was equally shocked. He had originally thought Ye Fan’s realm was artificially elevated and that he would quickly expose his flaws in battle. But from the looks of it now, this wasn’t the case at all. He could feel a vigorous, burgeoning potential within Ye Fan. This potential was terrifying and was constantly affecting him. Even he might not be a match for Ye Fan.

He leaped up from the snow, soaring into the sky.

"Senluo Great Way!" he yelled.

He took control of the dark clouds, combining them with the snowflakes to form a gigantic maw. It descended to devour everything below, rendering the Thousand Feet Snow Mountain insignificant in comparison. Such terrifying power bore down upon them. This was still Fu Hu Boundless, an all-encompassing technique much like Ye Fan’s own Pure Yang Divine Gang.

Fu Hu’s ambition was vast. He aimed not only to defeat Ye Fan but also to devour the mountain itself. And judging by the power he wielded, this was no mere dream but an achievable reality.

As the giant maw descended, ready to swallow both Ye Fan and the mountain in one gulp, Ye Fan made his move. In this moment of greatest peril, he swiftly unleashed his formidable strength.

"Wanxiang Divine Shield!" he roared.

A massive blue phantom emerged. It was immensely huge, circling past the mountain before slamming its fist against the gargantuan maw.

Instantly, both the fist and the maw shattered on impact. Ye Fan and Fu Hu landed on the ground, each having sustained injuries of varying degrees.

"So this is your true power? You truly are a rare opponent. This world isn’t big enough for you!" Fu Hu barked.

Ye Fan replied, "If this world isn’t big enough for me, then I’ll carve my own path out of it!"

"Is that so?" Fu Hu retorted. "You don’t have what it takes to carve a path out of this world. I don’t, and no one in this realm does! Moon-shaped Heavenly Charge!" He unleashed a blood-red crescent of force, slashing at Ye Fan.

As the immense power struck him, Ye Fan felt as if his very flesh was about to be torn apart. At that moment, he roared, "Break!" Focusing his power into his physical body, he shattered the incoming attack.

The two were forced apart once more. Although they had been fighting for an hour, it was clear that no victor had emerged. One was a prodigy of the Evil Sect, the other a prodigy of the Righteous Sect. Their battle was the latest clash in the age-old conflict between evil and righteousness, a struggle that had persisted for millennia. Now, however, the conflict was embodied in the duel between two members of the younger generation. Both factions believed their path of cultivation was the one true orthodox method. The combat prowess of the two demonstrated the terrifying power of their respective cultivation systems. Perhaps their true battle had only just begun.

At that moment, Fu Hu made his move. As snowflakes drifted down from the sky, he waved his hand, and a vast power descended upon Ye Fan. The young man attempted to tear this power apart. But instead, it merged with his body, filling him with numerous runes that seemed to be engraved upon his very skin, impossible to break.

"What is this?" Ye Fan was shocked, finding himself imprisoned by these runes.

"HAHAHA!" Fu Hu laughed wildly.

As he silently chanted an incantation, the runes tightened around Ye Fan. He felt his body contort; the distorting power was unbelievably terrifying.

"What sort of power is this?" Ye Fan asked in shock.

Fu Hu replied mockingly, "The Righteous Divine Lineage should never have existed in this world. Now that the Evil Gods dominate the Divine Domain, we cultivators should follow the Mandate of Heaven! But you people constantly defy it, and the Mandate of Heaven cannot be insulted! For that reason, my father observed the Heavenly Dao for seven hundred and forty-nine years and finally grasped the secret to containing your Righteous Divine Lineage!

"He aligned with the Mandate of Heaven to create this All Things Technique! As long as Senluo Wanxiang falls upon you, your Righteous Divine Lineage can only bare your necks for the slaughter at the hands of us Evil Gods! Before my All Things Technique, you are nothing but an ant. Now, die!"

Fu Hu once again unleashed the All Things Technique.

Ye Fan felt as if he could barely breathe. It was as though an invisible force in the air around him was ruthlessly suppressing him. He was helpless before this power, completely unable to form any techniques to counter Fu Hu. Any time he tried to conjure a spell, it would dissipate before it could even take shape.