Chapter 1030: Unceasing Storm
Ye Fan walked out from the Ancient Clan viewing area, holding a single spear in hand. No one dared to block his path. The sharp spear tip dripped with blood, a shocking sight!
He resembled a demon god, moving as if through an unguarded land. In total, he had slain five Dao Cutters, each pierced through with a single thrust of his spear.
The black spear shaft and the fresh red blood formed a stark contrast of colors, sending chills down everyone's spine and making their bones feel cold.
Just how powerful did one have to be to kill several Dao Cutters with one spear each? The king from Wanchu could be dismissed, but the last veteran king stood firmly on the sixth small step of Dao Severing.
"Who exactly is he? Why have we never heard of him?"
This was the question in everyone's mind, impossible to guess, destined to have no answer. No one knew where this person wielding the black war spear came from.
The Fire Spirit Valley was in an uproar. The surrounding mountain peaks were filled with noise as everyone discussed the day's events, which shook the heart and stirred the soul.
"He alone dares to slaughter the Ancient Clan, walking through the multitude of races as if on level ground. How can such a domineering person be unknown? What kind of past does he have?"
This was not a decisive battle, but a show of force by a powerful individual towering over all races, igniting people's excitement and filling the place with clamor.
The battle between Ye Tong and Mo Xue had concluded, yet the area became even more unsettled. People knew the waves were still rolling.
Ye Fan fixed his gaze on several Dao Cutters not far away. His expression was calm as he gripped the blood-dripping war spear and walked toward them step by step.
"Is he going to make a move against the Celestial Prince's two right-hand men?" people exclaimed in shock.
Even the Ancient Clan was astonished, holding their breath as they silently watched the battle, wanting to see what this demon could still do.
In the current era, the Celestial Prince was at his zenith, overshadowing all experts under heaven. Wherever he passed, outstanding talents retreated, and all races trembled.
It could be said that even in this great age, the Celestial Prince had few rivals. Every word and action of his was watched, and even the servants he dispatched inspired fear and caution.
Let alone two capable lieutenants. People had reason to believe these two represented the Celestial Prince's will, deliberately coming here to kill the Sacred Body's disciple.
"You two shouldn't leave either. Leave your lives here," Ye Fan spoke, uttering such words.
Everyone sucked on their teeth and drew in cold air. Who was this master? Too ferocious! This was practically declaring war on the Celestial Prince!
The two men's expressions did not change, but their words were harsh, for this person had not placed them in his eyes at all. Such a thing had not happened in many years.
"Do you think you're Huang Xudao, or do you take yourself for Huo Qizi? To dare speak such words—if my master came, no Sacred Body or number one human would be left alive, let alone someone like you!"
Ye Fan was very composed. He raised his right hand levelly, pointing the war spear in his hand forward. The spear tip gleamed coldly, shimmering with a dark golden luster.
Ahead, the young prince of the Demon God Clan had an ugly expression. This mysterious figure had included him as well, preparing to "clean house."
Though angry in his heart, he had to be extra cautious. This person's recent actions were clear for all to see—he was definitely a formidable and ruthless character.
He even suspected that this might be some Ancient Imperial Prince who had come running. Otherwise, how could he possess such battle prowess, making even his heart pound with fear?
Beside him, Dongfang Ye, Yao Yuekong, and others laughed heartily, delighted that a fierce character had appeared to find fault with these people and kill them all.
Ye Fan merged with the black long spear, piercing through the void, transforming into a streak of dark light shooting forward. The spear tip pointed ahead, ripples covering all three simultaneously.
Carrying the divine might of ten thousand jun, overturning mountains and overturning seas, the man and spear combined seemed to drag a piece of the heavens down, smashing and destroying the void.
"Clang!"
The Demon God young prince changed color first, opening his mouth to spit out nine large banners. They fluttered loudly, as if nine great demon gods of antiquity had appeared together, protecting him within as black mist surged.
However, Ye Fan sought him out first. The long spear in his hand swept horizontally, sharp as a long blade, accompanied by a metallic clang and sparks flying. All nine large banners were severed by the black spear shaft.
The Demon God Clan young prince's face turned pale. A beam of light shot out from his body, transforming into another body—a substitute puppet body—that blocked the incoming spear tip before exploding into ash with a bang.
His true body moved his hands, forming one rune after another to protect his real form. Meanwhile, the bone of his forehead blazed with intense light as various weapons emerged from between his brows, blooming like a hundred flowers, all rushing out together.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan vibrated the black spear shaft. The spear tip trembled, transforming into countless phantom images that materialized and shattered all the various weapons ahead, turning them into a pile of scrap metal.
These were no ordinary weapons—they were secret treasures of the Demon God Clan—yet none escaped destruction, turning to dust under a single strike.
The Demon God Clan young prince's face showed terror. He had been a Dao Cutter for ten years and had never suffered a defeat, yet now he could not withstand the other's attack. His heart was unwilling.
He let out a clear cry and spat out a shield from his mouth. This was a secret weapon personally refined for him by an Ancient King of his clan. Though not a Saint Artifact, it was not something ordinary people could destroy, used to protect his life.
Various Dao marks interwove on the shield—ancient flowers, birds, fish, and insects—carrying a simple Dao aura, blooming with a pure white light to guard his physical body.
Ye Fan let out a soft shout and thrust forward with force. At first, it was blocked, but then the black spear shaft erupted with intense dark light. With a "puff," it pierced through, and at the same time, blood light flashed.
This spear not only pierced the ancient shield but also the Demon God Clan young prince's throat. Then, like a scarecrow, he flew up and turned into a pile of ashes in the void.
"Boom!"
At that moment, the aura of a Saint Artifact spread, rushing over quickly like a river of stars cascading down from the nine heavens, vast and boundless.
Nothing—not moving mountains or draining seas, not the collapse of the heavens—could compare to the terrifying fluctuations before them!
The Celestial Prince's two capable lieutenants had not acted while the Demon God young prince was being attacked. Only now did they sacrifice a broken Saint Artifact, launching a sudden vicious strike.
This was a remnant weapon bestowed upon them by the Celestial Prince. It resembled a bone dagger, severely damaged. Apart from the intact hilt, only a ten-centimeter blade remained at the front.
Suddenly, immeasurable light bloomed. In front of Ye Fan appeared a tattered alms bowl, only its bottom remaining, its degree of damage matching that of the bone dagger.
The light from the two clashed, colliding together, blooming a blinding radiance. The ground beneath their feet was swept flat, turning into dust.
The Celestial Prince's two lieutenants retreated, looking at each other in shock. This person had activated his Saint Artifact later than them, yet could quickly revive his weapon and withstand their ambush. This was truly bad news.
They retreated, jointly gripping the bone dagger, continuously waving it, shaking out wave after wave of Dao ripples, cutting one black hole after another into the void.
Yet they could not stop Ye Fan's steps. The tattered alms bowl, like a shield, blocked all attacks, while he held the black war spear and pressed forward step by step.
"Who exactly are you?"
"The one sending you on your way," Ye Fan said coldly.
The two let out long cries. One opened a vertical eye between his brows, while the other's horn on his forehead blazed brilliantly. They drove their life essence, burning it wildly, offering it to the Saint Weapon to block Ye Fan.
They knew things had gone bad. This person's strength was truly too terrifying, enough to contend with an Ancient Imperial Prince!
"Puff!"
The alms bowl emitted light, shattering the void, charging forward, shaking them until they had to let go. The bone dagger fell, and both Saint Weapons cracked.
Ye Fan didn't care at all. Even if the alms bowl were destroyed, it would be nothing. He thrust his spear forward.
It must be said, these two were indeed experts, which was why they were called the Celestial Prince's lieutenants. They had severed the Dao many years ago, their cultivation reaching the pinnacle.
They spat out divine radiance, driving various precious artifacts, and actually clashed with Ye Fan several times without dying immediately.
Yet this still changed nothing. Ye Fan struck east while pointing west, and with the final blow of the black spear shaft, the two screamed. All the bones in their bodies broke, and they flew out like two lumps of mud.
"Chi!"
Suddenly, divine flames surged up from the void, flying out from within their bodies respectively, converging into a human-shaped beam of light!
"Who dares kill my servants?" A cold voice sounded. A stunningly beautiful man appeared, elegant as jade, enough to make countless women jealous. His features were peerlessly handsome, without a single flaw.
"It's... the Celestial Prince!"
People exclaimed, all losing color.
This young man stood tall and proud, quietly floating in the void. His entire body emitted light, like a deity descending from the nine heavens.
"Prince, save us!" the two Dao Cutters shouted.
"You may leave. Let me see who in this world dares touch my servants!" The Celestial Prince's expression was cold as he stared ahead, causing many to tremble, nearly kneeling down.
The two servants' bones crackled and popped as their broken bones quickly reconnected. Their spirits lifted, and they quickly retreated, wanting to leave this battlefield.
"Since I've come, you still want to leave? Leave your lives here," Ye Fan said, taking large strides forward.
"Do you want to become an enemy of the Celestial Prince?!" the two Dao Cutters retreated. Though they knew the Celestial Prince's true body was not here, they now had great confidence.
After all, this was a wisp of the Celestial Prince's primordial spirit. Once he appeared, no matter how powerful someone was, they would have to be cautious and show respect.
With just one word from him, they could go anywhere in the world. The Celestial Prince's guarantee of someone's life was like granting an amnesty plaque.
However, all this was ineffective against Ye Fan. Over a decade ago, he had nearly fought a decisive battle with the Celestial Prince. They were destined enemies. How could this intimidate him?
"Did you not hear me? These are my servants. If you dare touch a single hair on their heads, I will come with my true body and slaughter your entire clan!" The Celestial Prince's wisp of primordial spirit said darkly, domineering and overbearing.
For so many years, he had reigned supreme over the world. Who dared not respect him? Only the former human Sacred Body had dared to oppose him at every turn, wanting a life-and-death battle, but he had already left this world.
Now, wherever his blade pointed, almost no one dared to challenge him. Overlooking all the experts under heaven, in this age when saints did not appear, none dared disobey his decree!
Especially this man of unknown reputation—in his view, as long as he manifested himself and exerted a little pressure, the other would naturally submit.
But he had mistaken his target. This was not a newly emerged Dao Cutter from the years of his supremacy, but someone who had never feared him.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. "You... what is the Celestial Prince? If your true body dared appear before me, I would suppress and kill you too!"
"Puff!"
Ye Fan struck directly. The black long spear in his right hand thrust forward, straight at the Celestial Prince's brow. Wind and thunder roared!
Clearly, he had used forbidden power, striking without mercy.
This wisp of the Celestial Prince's primordial spirit was enraged. For so many years, no one had dared defy his will. Yet today, someone raised a spear against him—this was tantamount to rebellion, to killing a god!
In the distance, the crowd was even more horrified. For years, the Celestial Prince's might had swept across the five domains. Few dared oppose him openly, yet this person declared he would kill him. Truly shocking!
"Chi!"
The Celestial Prince's primordial spirit transformed into a ball of light, vanishing from its spot. Ye Fan's spear thrust through without stopping, plunging between his two lieutenants.
"Ah..."
Screams of agony rang out. The two turned into bloody mud, their forms and spirits annihilated, unable to escape this calamity.
"I killed your men right before your eyes. What can you do about it?" Ye Fan held his spear, turning back to look at the Celestial Prince.
"In all these years, you are the first to offend me. When I emerge from seclusion, I will surely kill you!" the Celestial Prince said darkly.
His face was as white as jade, his features stunningly beautiful, yet his expression was so terrifying, utterly at odds with his appearance and temperament, sending chills down everyone's spine.
"Is that so? Then let me kill you once first!" Ye Fan didn't care. He swung his long spear and slashed forward. This time, he used a killing strike, not wanting this wisp of primordial spirit to escape.
"Clang!" "Ding!" "Boom!"
Though just a wisp of primordial spirit, the Celestial Prince did not wait to die. He used the supreme forbidden secret arts passed down by the Immortal Emperor, blocking several strikes.
Unfortunately, he was not his true body. In the end, Ye Fan pierced through his brow with a single spear thrust, lifting him high and nailing him in midair.
"You..." He could only utter this single word before his body could no longer hold on.
"Whoosh!"
The place erupted completely. Everyone was in an uproar, the noise like a tsunami, chaotic and deafening.
Everyone was incredibly shocked. This person had impaled and killed a wisp of the Celestial Prince's primordial spirit! This clearly meant a decisive battle with an Ancient Imperial Prince, which would surely shake the world.
Everyone knew that in the near future, a great decisive battle would inevitably occur, a confrontation that would shock the entire world.
"For so many years, whenever the Celestial Prince appeared, all heroes dared not disobey and had to retreat. Now, his incarnation has been impaled by someone's spear!"
"Is this real? Has someone truly challenged the bloodline of an Ancient Emperor, ready to fight the descendant of the Immortal Emperor?"
"Who is this person? How dare he act like this, without a trace of fear, so confident!"
These were the thoughts of everyone. Each person wanted to know Ye Fan's identity. How could such a figure be unknown? He must be an unparalleled prodigy.
"Today's battle, no matter who he is, will shake the world. Killing several Dao Cutters like pulling weeds, and soon there will be a battle with the Celestial Prince!"
Everyone knew that in recent years, the Celestial Prince had been in seclusion, constantly trying to break through, walking a path of solitary supremacy. Now that this had happened, he might emerge from seclusion early.
This was a great age, never peaceful. And this time, it might stir up an unprecedented great storm!
The storm continues unceasingly. Please also continue your support. Thank you all for your powerful backing.
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