Chapter 1062: Beating the Celestial Prince to a Pulp
Bright bloodstains, white bone fragments, and shattered weapons traced through the air, painting a tragic picture.
Golden spears and iron horses, cold light glinting off iron armor—the battlefield was always cruel. Heads stained with blood flew up, the unwillingness and despair in their eyes beyond what ink could describe.
Lives faded away one after another, human life cheaper than grass. The path built with blood and bone found its best interpretation on the battlefield.
This was a great era rarely seen in millennia, with ten thousand clans emerging together, shaking heaven and earth. No clan or individual could rise in peace.
From the start of the great battle, even Ye Fan had been wounded. The fact that golden blood energy wasn't overflowing didn't mean he hadn't fought desperately. He did everything in his power, unleashing various wondrous techniques, all merged into the Dao marks.
On his path forward, blood and curses splattered. Having killed to this extent, his eyes were already red, advancing while bathed in a rain of blood.
Ye Fan believed that someone must have long suspected he had returned. Even though the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist and various divine phenomena were all secretly combined rather than truly manifested, clues could still be gleaned.
He didn't reveal his true form to avoid provoking more members of the ancient clans to come and kill him. The battle at Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range back then had earned him a world-shaking reputation but also made some ancient clans hate him to the bone.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan threw a punch, and large swaths of the Eight Divine Generals' army exploded. Ferocious energy swept through, unwilling roars shaking the heavens as flesh and blood flew everywhere.
His true body entered the stone fetus, equivalent to wearing a sacred robe, blocking the sky-filling flying treasures and weapons. Wherever he passed, mountains of corpses fell continuously.
Even so, Ye Fan had long been wounded. Some half-saints wielded sacred artifacts, their attacks terrifying, piercing through the void and cutting him.
Ye Fan didn't know how many people he had killed. The battlefield was just this cruel—to ultimately prevail, one's heart needed to be as hard as iron. There was no mercy or sympathy; the slightest hesitation would get you killed.
Fear grew in the Celestial Prince's heart. That person opposite him didn't fear death, charging forward like a demon god, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, pressing down until he could barely breathe.
"All of you, go and kill him!" the Celestial Prince shouted.
The Eight Divine Generals' army feared neither death nor injury. Seven or eight out of ten had been lost in this battle, but the survivors still charged, especially the half-saints wielding sacred artifacts in their attacks.
Two black arrows hung in the air, guarding above Ye Fan's head. He struck out with a Great Boulder-Throwing Hand Seal, breaking who knew how many of the Celestial Prince's ribs as he flew past, sending him staggering back.
The Celestial Prince screamed, his whole body covered in divine blood. Since his birth, he had advanced triumphantly. These years, he had dominated the Eastern Wasteland, overlooking the world—who dared contend with him?
But today, he was so miserable, trampled by three great experts one after another, almost beaten to a pulp.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan made no attempt to hide it. Golden blood energy surged as he swung his right leg, sweeping out horizontally, kicking the Celestial Prince hundreds of zhang away, breaking many bones throughout his body.
The next moment, Black Emperor, Ye Tong, and the others rushed out from the Domain Gate. Seeing this scene, they all let out a loud roar, each rubbing their hands together eagerly.
Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and Ji Zi surrounded the Celestial Prince in the middle, beating him violently. Every blow sent divine blood splashing, and screams rang out without end.
The Celestial Prince's banner has fallen. Calling for monthly votes~ mmnnm~
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. (To be continued)