Chapter 1029: Kill All Who Block the Way
Blood rain fell, and gleaming white bone fragments scattered in all directions. A Dao Cutter had fallen, and this death was truly undignified.
All around, not a single crow dared to caw, not a single person dared to speak. Everyone was utterly stunned by this scene.
That man was like a demon god. With a single spear thrust, he had slain the king of the Wanchu Holy Land, shattering him into chunks of flesh right before their Saint Lord. He stood alone at the front, intimidating an entire Holy Land.
Who in this world would dare such a thing? After so many years, not a single person had acted with such reckless abandon. The black spear tip was incredibly sharp, almost pressed against the brow of the Wanchu Saint Lord.
"Gulp!"
In the crowd, someone swallowed hard, nearly suffocating. The aura emanating from this godlike, demonic man made everyone feel as if their bodies were about to split apart.
"You... who are you?"
From within the Wanchu Holy Land's crowd, an elder's voice trembled. He had to speak; their current situation was dire, their reputation ruined. This man's silent actions were more unbearable than if he had killed them all.
Ye Fan's expression was very calm, without a single word. Wherever his gaze swept, the people of Wanchu Holy Land dared not meet his eyes and involuntarily lowered their heads.
Only a few gritted their teeth. Though they said nothing, their gazes were icy cold, and they clenched their fists. They dared not act rashly, knowing they were no match.
Ye Fan looked over, raised the black spear in his right hand, and pointed it forward. The sharp tip immediately shot out a beam of dark light.
"Puff"
One of them instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist. Even an elder-level figure was nothing before him, shattering like a clay jar.
Next, Ye Fan tapped a few more times with the black spear. The others all screamed as blood blossoms bloomed from their brows, their bodies turning into bloody pulp, dying unnatural deaths.
"Want to stifle a genius? Then I'll stifle you."
Ye Fan's words carried no emotional fluctuation, as if he were speaking of something trivial. But to the ears of the crowd, the feeling was different—like crashing waves and roaring thunder!
Whether it was the Wanchu Holy Land or the cultivators on the various peaks, everyone was stunned. What kind of person was this? Overlooking an entire Holy Land, his killing intent filled the wilds, inspiring awe and fear.
Ye Fan pressed the black spear tip against the brow of the Wanchu Saint Lord, where a trace of blood trickled out. The hearts of those behind him nearly stopped. Was this man so audacious as to try to level an entire Holy Land?
At this moment, Ye Fan showed no mercy, using his spear to pressure a Saint Lord like this, looking down on all the heroes, making everyone silent as cicadas in winter.
Today, something earth-shattering might happen!
If this godlike, demonic being slaughtered all of Wanchu Holy Land's people here, it would surely trigger a massive uproar that would sweep the world!
No one spoke. Even the ancient tribes held their breath, quietly watching this scene. This man was too domineering, pressing down on a Holy Land.
Finally, Ye Fan pointed the divine spear to the sky and moved it away from the Wanchu Saint Lord's brow, not delivering the killing blow.
He had already killed a few elders of that sect and slain a Dao Cutter. That was enough. He didn't want to massacre the Wanchu Holy Land; after all, they were all of the human race. Doing so would only let the ancient tribes reap the benefits.
A stream of blood trickled from the Wanchu Saint Lord's brow, but he didn't move an inch, as if a great mountain were pressing down on him. That fierce battle intent was too much for him to withstand.
Only when Ye Fan had gone far did he seem to collapse, his entire body soaked in cold sweat. If a Great Power hadn't stepped forward to support him, he would have fallen to the ground.
The Wanchu Holy Land had been thoroughly defeated. Besides their Holy Son being no match for Ye Tong, the most tragic part was being intimidated by this mysterious figure alone, making everyone in that Holy Land unable to hold their heads high.
No one spoke. They watched Ye Fan's back as he walked away step by step, all feeling as if they had survived a calamity. Only after a long time did they realize they were drenched in cold sweat, their bodies ice-cold.
"Boom"
Finally, the Fire Spirit Gully and the surrounding mountains were no longer silent. Noise soared to the heavens, a chaotic clamor. After the tense atmosphere, everyone couldn't help but discuss.
"Who is this? He's really too powerful, suppressing the Wanchu Holy Land all by himself!"
"He's like a god. Why have we never seen this man before? He truly appeared out of nowhere!"
After what had happened, no one could remain calm. Everyone was extremely excited. No one had expected such a powerful figure to appear, unmatched in his dominance.
Not far away, Ye Tong had already set up the array platform and opened a void gate, but seeing what had just happened, he stopped.
"Thank you, Uncle."
Ye Fan nodded, revealing a faint smile. Without saying much, he raised his spear and moved toward another direction.
That was the viewing area of the ancient tribes, filled with many powerful ancient creatures. Now, fearless, he strode over, clearly intending to kill the other three Dao Cutters.
This move immediately caused an uproar. It was incredibly audacious, directly charging into the midst of the tribes without a care.
"What boldness! To dare such a thing!"
Many human cultivators widened their eyes. Everyone knew how domineering the ancient tribes were and didn't want to provoke them. No one expected someone who simply didn't care.
"Hmph!"
From the ancient tribe's area, a dissatisfied snort was heard, and many cold gazes turned toward him.
However, Ye Fan ignored them all. Carrying the black war spear, he strode forward as if entering an empty land, completely disregarding everyone.
In his eyes, there were only the three Dao Cutters who had joined the Wanchu king in attacking him. They were the ones who had first tried to harm Tongtong.
"What audacity, barging into our viewing area! Do you take us for air?" someone incited, trying to unite several tribes to act together and block Ye Fan.
"Puff"
Ye Fan was simple and direct. He raised his spear and fired a sharp beam of dark light. That powerful ancient tribe member's head exploded, and he fell dead on the spot.
Without even a glance, he continued forward, ignoring the strong warriors from various tribes nearby, only fixing his gaze on the three in the distance.
"You... everyone, did you see that? Kill him!"
Someone from that tribe roared. Having lost a super-strong warrior for no reason, they couldn't bear it and tried to incite other tribes to act.
"I don't want to kill. You'd better not force me," Ye Fan said as he saw someone about to make a move. His gaze suddenly blazed, sweeping over the group.
"Stomp," "stomp," "stomp"...
A group of people retreated, especially those at the front. Overwhelmed by a powerful aura, their faces turned pale, and they couldn't help coughing up blood.
Everyone showed expressions of disbelief. This man was too powerful. Just that blazing gaze alone nearly shattered their minds.
"Kill! How can we allow a human to be so reckless!" someone shouted, inciting everyone to attack together.
A total of over twenty people made their move. They came from two tribes, angered by Ye Fan's dominance and arrogance, feeling it insulted their dignity.
In an instant, lightning shot out, Dao treasures clashed, and various lights mixed together, forming a brilliant sea of techniques. Many order divine chains intertwined.
Facing all this, Ye Fan simply swung his great spear. The black divine spear pressed down, distorting the void and emitting a terrifying wailing sound. In an instant, several people turned into bloody mud, unable to withstand even a single strike.
Ye Fan's expression was calm. He strode forward, and with a shake of his great spear, the black tip emitted a ripple that spread like waves.
This was a spear wave!
It was a manifestation of Dao marks, as swift as an aurora. A series of screams rang out, and the remaining dozen or so people all died, turning into clouds of blood mist.
Everyone was horrified. This man truly "made no exceptions." He showed no restraint, killing gods when gods blocked him, and slaying Buddhas when Buddhas stood in his way!
Alone, he entered the ancient tribe's viewing area. When met with resistance, he killed without hesitation, without a moment's doubt or delay, utterly indifferent.
"He's facing two powerful tribes, and he's butchering them like cutting vegetables!"
"This... is truly ferocious. Who is this man? Killing ancient tribe strong warriors is as easy as crushing a chick!"
Behind him, cultivators from various human factions were all dumbfounded, incredibly shocked. They had never seen such a fierce person, showing no mercy at all.
Anyone who blocked his path was killed without exception. Where did this powerhouse come from?
Ye Fan's steps never stopped. He kept walking forward. With two spear strikes, he killed over twenty people, humiliating two major tribes and truly intimidating the other ancient tribes.
Where did this fierce man come from? No matter how powerful he was, didn't he have any scruples? To act so boldly made even them uneasy.
"Who exactly are you?" someone from a renowned royal clan demanded.
"The name doesn't matter. I don't want to be your enemy, but please don't block me. Today, no one can save those three I intend to kill," Ye Fan said calmly.
Even the ancient tribes felt a chill. This man, carrying a black great spear, walked over without looking at anyone. His terrifying aura made people tremble.
"Aren't you going too far?" an elderly ancient tribe member said coldly, his face darkening, his expression very unpleasant. Immediately, a group of people surrounded him.
Because this was no ordinary Dao Cutter. His fame shook the ancient tribes, standing on the sixth minor step of the Dao Cutter realm, able to look down on all young kings.
However, Ye Fan remained the same. His steps didn't stop. He ignored him, looking straight ahead, holding the spear with one hand, pointing it at the other three Dao Cutters, locking onto his targets.
"How dare you!"
Beside him, the old man's diamond-shaped vertical eye on his brow opened wide in anger, shooting out a blazing beam that pierced the void, slashing toward Ye Fan's forehead.
He had already cultivated in the Dao Cutter realm for over a thousand years, confident in his profound skills, able to look down on all young kings. Now, being ignored by Ye Fan, he immediately flew into a rage.
"Slap"
Ye Fan swung his great spear, striking this beam of light, shattering it like breaking crystal. Then, with a long roar, he pounced toward his targets ahead.
"You..."
The three ancient tribe strong warriors all changed color. They hadn't expected Ye Fan to be so domineering, charging straight into the ancient tribe area, refusing to stop until he killed them, with no one able to stop him.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!" one of the three shouted.
"I want to kill you three. No one can stop me. Anyone who blocks my path will be killed!" Ye Fan roared.
"Buzz!"
The void trembled. He wielded the black spear like a sharp sword, holding it with one hand and slashing down.
"Clang"
The black spear tip was indestructible, spitting out blinding light. It cleaved through the weapon of the shouting Dao Cutter, descending like a heavenly sword, drawing a flash of blood.
Everyone was shocked. This Dao Cutter had a blood mark appear from his brow, quickly spreading down between his legs. Then, with a "puff," a large splash of blood scattered. His body split in two, falling to either side!
Ye Fan was like a demon god, his black hair flying. He turned, and with a point of his divine spear, "boom," he destroyed dozens of magical artifacts, faster than lightning. Breaking through nine types of law order, with a "puff," the sharp spear tip pierced into another Dao Cutter's brow!
Everyone was dumbfounded. Ye Fan killed this king as easily as pulling up grass, without any effort. Drops of blood trickled down the spear shaft. This man's face was filled with terror, his expression frozen.
"Kill!"
A group of people had charged over, but before the word "kill" had even left their mouths, two Dao Cutters had already died unnatural deaths, leaving them stunned.
"Swoosh"
Ye Fan swung his divine spear in a horizontal arc. This group of ancient tribe strong warriors all screamed. A blazing light, hundreds of feet long, swept across the area. Everyone was cut in half at the waist, falling into pools of blood.
"Your turn!" Ye Fan stared at the third man, thrusting his spear with grand, simple force. There were no complex moves—it was a return to simplicity.
This man roared. Scales flew off his body, turning into killing soldiers that slashed toward him. Various Dao lights flickered as he displayed his strongest laws, elevating his cultivation to the limit to face this great enemy.
But it was all in vain. Ye Fan's spear strike shattered the void, annihilating a vast expanse of nothingness. All the order divine chains and dozens of ancient treasures turned to dust.
"Puff"
Ye Fan thrust his spear into his chest. A rain of blood scattered, turning to ashes before it even hit the ground. This Dao Cutter's entire body turned to light, evaporating in an instant—body and soul destroyed!
Ye Fan's expression was calm as he walked back. The black spear in his hand pointed east and struck west. One life after another was reaped. Those who had charged over were all killed.
"You deserve death!" the old king who had cultivated in the Dao Cutter realm for over a thousand years roared in fury, his diamond-shaped vertical eye blazing brilliantly.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. "I said I don't want to be your enemy, but don't force me!"
"Everyone, attack!" someone behind him shouted, giving orders for the old king. A group of people charged forward.
But more ancient tribe strong warriors chose to watch, not moving, afraid to step forward.
Ye Fan's performance just now had been too astonishing, intimidating most people. They dared not act rashly. Only those closely connected truly stepped forward.
"Boom"
The old man with the vertical eye on his brow let out a long roar. A treasure wheel appeared above his head, and in his hand, he held a dragon blade, slashing horizontally.
Ye Fan shook his long spear, for the first time channeling the potential within his body, spreading it along the spear shaft. It was an unparalleled, unmatched fluctuation!
At this moment, the entire black long spear emitted a sound like a tidal wave, bursting with blazing light!
At this time, the spear body seemed to be transforming, a living black dragon awakening. A terrifying aura covered the sky and earth, like a sea of stars boiling!
At the spear tip, tens of thousands of strands of dark light burst forth, completely drowning this place. In everyone's eyes, there was only a single black divine spear!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan thrust his spear, producing a sound like mountains collapsing and seas roaring. The sky in all ten directions shattered, and a beam of dark light shot out.
The dragon blade in the old king's hand instantly turned to dust. The treasure wheel above his head also exploded. This spear pinned him directly in midair!
"Puff"
Ye Fan pulled out his spear, then swung it forcefully. A bloody head flew up, falling from its neck and tumbling away.
Ye Fan didn't even glance at it. He continued walking forward. Anyone who blocked him was killed with a single spear strike. On the path ahead of him, blood blossomed, and corpses fell to the ground.
Then, the ancient tribe strong warriors retreated like a receding tide, clearing a path. They stepped back as if avoiding a demon god, all their faces pale!
"This is..." On the human side, everyone was shaken. They could hardly believe it.
To kill those three Dao Cutters, this man had entered like entering an empty land, then fought his way out with such dominance, like an ancient war god!
Ye Fan had begun his killing spree. Please, all you Great Emperors, continue your support with your votes. If it feels right, please cast your votes. It's the end of the month now. Let's hold strong on the voting list. Brothers and sisters, please support us.
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