Chapter 1060: Blood Stains the Southern Domain
Ye Fan was consumed by hatred, his gaze terrifying… his hair standing on end in fury… At the critical moment, everything fell apart as the Northern Emperor Wang Teng recklessly attacked, disrupting the battle.
Though both were human, Wang Teng had not come to help. He came for revenge, driving his war chariot straight into Black Emperor’s formation, aiding the Eight Divine Generals and turning the tide. This made Dongfang Ye and the others wish they could tear him apart.
“Pfft!”
Ye Fan swung his arm, wielding the dark gold long spear, sweeping through thousands of enemies. Heads of ancient clan warriors flew before him, the spear’s sharp tip like a blade, bright and piercing, slicing across countless throats.
Countless heads rose with sprays of blood, staining the sky red. Ye Fan fought fiercely, raging in all directions against the Eight Divine Generals. Wherever he passed, fierce winds howled and torrents of blood poured down.
At this moment, everything had changed. The three ancient imperial princes began to block him, instead of him blocking them. They would not let him charge through to provide aid!
“Kill!”
Ye Fan’s eyes were bloodshot as he unleashed the “Om” sound in the form of a Dao Roar, expanding into a violent wave like a flood sweeping across the heavens.
This was a great killing art, an indiscriminate attack on all enemies. It swept across heaven and earth, spreading Dao patterns, and bodies fell one after another through the air.
“Pfft!”
Ye Fan roared to the heavens, his Dao voice rising to a terrifying new height. The charging army of Eight Divine Generals fell in dense clusters, then exploded into clouds of blood mist.
In all directions, corpses of the Eight Divine Generals lay everywhere, falling like harvested crops, then shattering. The sky was filled with broken limbs, shattered bones, and blood.
This was a world stained with blood, a scene of extreme brutality. Ye Fan fought to the point of madness, using every means to charge forward, because the monkey’s situation was dire.
The Holy Prince had been fighting until now… his blood energy nearly exhausted, in grave danger. Surrounded by the Celestial Prince and several half-saints, with Wang Teng charging in his golden ancient war chariot, he could fall at any moment.
The Holy Prince had been in a life-or-death battle, unlike Ye Fan’s confrontation with the three ancient imperial princes. By this point, his combat power was nearly drained, almost dry.
The Eight Divine Generals, several half-saints, Wang Teng, plus the heaven-defying Celestial Prince—all attacking together—even a true divine offspring could hardly hold on!
On another battlefield, Black Emperor and the others were also in danger, trapped in a perilous situation. Several half-saints among the spectators could no longer restrain themselves and joined the attack!
“Divine Maiden Furnace, suppress and kill!”
Flames rolled violently, surging to the heavens… the firelight burned half the sky red, causing many ancient clan members to fall. The Divine Maiden Furnace was a rare treasure among saint artifacts, forged by the Eternal Universe Great Emperor for the Path of Human Desire’s founding great sage. Its killing power was immense.
With a loud “Clang,” it nearly sucked a half-saint directly inside… burning him all over with flames, almost turning him into a piece of charcoal.
“Ah…”
The battle was brutal, with shouts of killing everywhere. Many ancient clan figures had entered the fray, all formidable characters.
“Boom!”
Dongfang Ye struck, his Wolf Fang Great Club sweeping across the sky, shattering the void. Unfortunately, another half-saint had also brought a damaged saint weapon to counter, making the battle even more intense.
Ye Fan’s heart burned with rage… he wished he could kill his way over immediately. But the three ancient imperial princes entangled him with various techniques. Although he had killed many ancient clan experts, he could not break through quickly.
Finally, he let out a clear cry, unfolding his divine phenomenon, traversing the nine heavens!
This was a complex divine phenomenon, intertwined and hard to see clearly, but its power was enough to split the sky. Countless Eight Divine Generals died, and anyone struck by it turned into bone fragments and blood.
Even the three ancient imperial princes were knocked back, unable to block him. Ye Fan shook off their pursuit, the dark gold long spear hovering above his head, the black arrow in his left hand, and the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist in his right, charging across heaven and earth toward the most intense battle.
“Pfft!”
He held the black arrow and swept it forward, piercing a half-saint through in the sky. With a “Pfft,” the half-saint turned into a cloud of blood mist.
At this stage of battle, human life was cheaper than grass. Corpses and blood were everywhere. Ye Fan fought to the point of madness, worried that the Holy Prince might meet with disaster.
“Wang Teng, give me your life!”
He was unstoppable. Anyone who blocked him on the way turned into bloody mud. The rage in his heart transformed into a heavenly blade, shooting from his mouth. The bright, snowy blade swept through thousands of enemies.
If Wang Teng had not arrived and used a saint weapon to break Black Emperor’s formation, the situation would not have reversed. The Celestial Prince would likely have already been killed!
Now, the battle had completely turned. The Eight Divine Generals poured out like a bursting dam, and several half-saints were freed, instantly plunging the Holy Prince, who had held the advantage, into a desperate situation.
Ye Fan’s killing intent surged. He held a fury in his heart, wishing he could immediately cut down Wang Teng, the instigator. A human who turned against his own kind at this critical moment, aiding the ancient clan and changing everything on the battlefield—Ye Fan hated him deeply.
Because of this, the watching ancient clan members grew restless. Several half-saints made their move, and the situation became extremely dire.
Ye Fan had no idea how many corpses lay beneath his feet as he charged through thousands of troops. He had killed countless enemies. Wherever he passed, blood gushed and bones piled up.
“Even three ancient imperial princes couldn’t stop me. Who dares to act recklessly? After this battle, anyone who attacked—even if they flee to the nine heavens—I will kill them!”
The monkey was in danger. Ye Fan roared like thunder shaking the world, terrifying and awe-inspiring, intimidating the ancient clan.
But his mind remained calm. He unfolded his divine phenomenon, with gods and demons standing tall, sweeping in all directions. Blood and shattered bones filled the sky, yet enemies were endless.
His roar did intimidate many, at least few among the watching ancient clan dared to join the battle. They were all deeply wary, seeing him as invincible like a young demon king, leaving a trail of blood and wind wherever he passed, unstoppable, filling them with dread.
Suddenly, a deadly killing intent appeared like a needle at the back of Ye Fan’s head… If it pierced through his Immortal Platform, even the Human Sacred Body would meet a dark end.
Ye Fan spun around sharply, the black arrow sweeping out. With a crisp “Ding,” the sound echoed through the nine heavens.
In this bloody battle of thousands, someone used a secret treasure to clash with him head-on, blocking his path just as he was about to reach the Holy Prince, cutting off his connection to him.
“You are also human!” Ye Fan’s heart turned cold. This person wore the appearance of an ancient clan member, but when he activated his mystic art, the attacking Dao power bore the imprint and characteristics of a human.
Moreover, this was a powerful human not much weaker than an ancient imperial prince, one or two levels stronger than Wang Teng. Blocking him here made Ye Fan’s gaze even colder. His battle aura surged, and he unleashed his strongest strike.
“Boom!”
The man was sent flying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a strange look in his eyes. He was not fatally wounded. Killing intent flickered deep in his eyes as he retreated sideways.
Ye Fan did not bother to pursue. He charged straight toward the Holy Prince, striking like thunder, clearing a path through blood and bone. Stepping over countless ancient clan corpses, he finally arrived.
His earlier words had angered Huo Qizi, who said coldly from a distance: “You say three ancient imperial princes can’t stop you? Today, I’ll face you alone!”
On this side, the Holy Prince had fought desperately until now, severely wounded. Several half-saints, Wang Teng driving his golden ancient war chariot, and the Celestial Prince with the world’s strongest bloodline power—all attacked together. He fought with his life, in a life-or-death duel, his condition far from good.
The Holy Prince looked at Ye Fan and said, “Perhaps we should leave.”
“You go first. I can kill the Celestial Prince!” Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
Then, he swept his gaze over Wang Teng and the other human as strong as an ancient imperial prince. His eyes were terrifying, his anger toward these two surpassing even his hatred for the Celestial Prince.
Humans! At the critical moment, it was human experts who intervened, two great masters at once. They were never seen in the world normally, yet they arrived at this time.
Ye Fan’s gaze swept over the many spectators in the distance. Not a single person from the famous human sects of the Southern Domain had joined the battle. When his gaze swept over them, many lowered their heads.
As for people like Daoist Li, they had long since hidden somewhere.
In contrast, ancient clan members kept joining the battle, a stark contrast. In the distance, Li Heishui and Li Tian couldn’t help but curse in cold anger. Only two humans had acted, and they attacked their own side.
Ye Fan withdrew his gaze. He couldn’t entirely blame the Southern Domain’s famous sects. Those who weren’t half-saints would only die if they came up. They had their difficulties. In this great era, everyone was in danger, only seeking self-preservation.
“Even if I’m the only one left, I will kill you!” Ye Fan fixed his gaze on the Celestial Prince, his eyes blazing and terrifying, turning into solid light that shot out, making even the half-saints retreat a few steps.
The Celestial Prince was already severely wounded. Facing this powerful will and killing intent, his heart trembled, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
“The one who can kill me hasn’t been born, and never will be. Today, you will all die!” A dying tiger still shows its might. His status was clear. Even if fear was in his heart, his words had to be firm.
Among the ancient clan, one-fifth were friendly toward humans, moved by their development over the years. Another fifth held a neutral stance, while the remaining three-fifths were hostile.
Now, Ye Fan had intimidated some of the spectators, but there were still those who wanted to attack them.
“Boom!”
Huo Qizi arrived, his square heaven halberd cleaving down. It was a saint weapon, the bright blade as huge as a door panel, dropping ten thousand Dao traces to suppress Ye Fan.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan held the black arrow in his left hand, meeting the dazzling halberd blade, while forming the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist with his right, punching toward Huo Qizi’s forehead.
“Kill! Wipe them all out!” the Celestial Prince ordered coldly.
The Eight Divine Generals roared in unison, their shouts shattering countless main peaks. The entire great wilderness was on the verge of collapse, becoming a wasteland.
At the Ji Family, a seemingly ordinary man frowned upon hearing the news. He stood up and walked outside.
“You… are you going to intervene?” a living fossil asked.
“Yes,” the man replied simply and forcefully.
Several living fossils did not object, nor could they say much. Outsiders might not know this man’s identity, but they knew well that no one could sway his will.
This usually silent and ordinary young man suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, “Emperor Void was never inferior to anyone in his life. He quelled the Dark Calamity, suppressed the Immortal Mountain, fought the gods beyond the realm, and never retreated. The Ji Family fears no one, whether in the past or the present. Some things… you can rest assured.”
On the great wilderness battlefield.
“Do you see? They don’t dare to act, while my forces keep growing!” the Celestial Prince laughed coldly, sweeping his gaze over the human spectators, then mocking Ye Fan.
Many human spectators in the Southern Domain lowered their heads.
“Even with a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, I will take your head today!” Ye Fan’s gaze was sharp, fixed on the Celestial Prince. He even struck out, breaking Huo Qizi’s square heaven halberd.
“Ah…”
Suddenly, a scream rang out. An ancient clan half-saint was shattered into pieces by a single palm strike, blood spilling across the sky.
“Who?!” The Eight Divine Generals fell into chaos.
A man who looked very ordinary, someone who would never be noticed in a crowd, appeared. He killed a half-saint with his bare hands and charged straight to the Celestial Prince’s side.
His Void Art was extraordinary, impossible to defend against. With a “Slap,” he exchanged a palm strike with the Celestial Prince, who coughed up blood and retreated.