# Chapter 1100: Battle in the Forbidden Zone of Life
"What, this is the Ancient Forbidden Land?" Behind him, Huo Tan's three disciples all cried out in shock, their faces losing all color, turning deathly pale.
All around, vegetation was lush, ancient herbs grew everywhere, yet it was utterly silent—no insects chirping, no birds singing, no beasts roaring—like a land of the dead.
Ancient trees pierced the heavens, their branches stretching wildly. Through the dappled shadows of the trees, one could see the Nine Sacred Mountains, not far from here, possessing a demonic nature that devoured one's life essence.
"No!" One of Huo Tan's disciples screamed in terror, knowing that this time they were likely finished, with no path of escape.
What kind of place was this? One could enter but never leave!
In the primordial era, this forbidden zone did not exist. It formed during the ancient wasteland period, and after the ancient clans awakened, they immediately understood its danger.
Many ancient beings had once coveted the Nine Wonders Immortal Medicine, but all ended in regret and death. Even saints had failed, barely escaping but losing astonishing amounts of their lifespan.
Now, Ye Fan had actually used the chessboard pattern of an ancient great emperor to teleport here—was he courting death? Did he want to perish together with them?
"Master, let's leave quickly!" This was no time for desperate fighting. The three disciples wished they could sprout wings and flee in an instant.
In this place, all their magical power was lost. Aside from their still-powerful physiques, they were no different from mortals, their faces pale and extremely grim.
Huo Tan's expression was dark. Without a word, he turned and left. He had no desire to linger in this place, for every moment was stealing his life.
"Today, you enter but never leave. None of you will escape!"
Ye Fan's speed was incredibly fast. His physique was robust, and even without relying on cultivation, he possessed astonishing combat power. He transformed into a pale golden streak of light, blocking their path.
"Chi!"
A spear thrust forward, distorting the void—this was pure physical strength. The dark gold spear tore through heaven and earth, emitting a burst of black light.
Huo Tan's expression changed. In this place, his strength was greatly restricted. He had lost the saint's ability to look down upon all living beings with magic power, and could barely circulate his cultivation.
"Boom!"
He activated with difficulty, barely shaking out wisps of radiance, wrapping around his fist, emitting strands of divine energy as he moved forward to block the spear.
When the two strikes clashed, divine light splattered, clanging loudly. His palm and fingers were comparable to silver essence, crystalline yet containing the power to split the heavens.
"Clang!"
Huo Tan's palm was crystalline. He avoided the sharp spear tip, striking sideways at the spear shaft, then slid down like a fish along the black shaft, slashing toward Ye Fan's fingers, trying to seize his weapon.
Ye Fan sidestepped, holding the spear with his left hand while blocking with his right fist. Golden light flickered at his knuckles, forcing Huo Tan back. Then he gripped the spear with both hands, using it like a great staff, striking horizontally.
A sharp cry rang out as the air currents exploded. The void was crushed into distortion as Huo Tan rapidly retreated.
"Pu!"
A miserable scream rang out. One of Huo Tan's disciples was swept by the black spear shaft. Bones snapped, flesh splattered, white bone fragments protruded, and his body flew out like a falling leaf, losing his life.
"You..."
Veins bulged on Huo Tan's forehead. His entire body emitted crystalline radiance, but it could not change anything. In this forbidden zone, he could not shatter mountains and rivers with a single roar.
Ye Fan frowned slightly. A cultivator who had attained the saint rank truly transcended the category of ordinary humans. Even in a forbidden zone, he could still use some magical power—this could not be explained by common sense.
What kind of place was this? A Forbidden Zone of Life! In the past few decades, ever since the Nine Dragons Coffin crashed into the abyss and the "Desolation" slowly revived, the forbidden land had become increasingly terrifying.
Whether mortal or Dao Cutter, regardless of your cultivation level, once you entered, all your cultivation would be stripped away—equal treatment for all.
He still clearly remembered the result when the peerless old emperor of the Great Xia Imperial Dynasty, with little life remaining, had donned the golden battle armor of an ancient sage and carried a war sword as he charged into the forbidden land to extend his life. Shortly after entering, he had directly turned to ashes. Only a suit of golden divine armor had rushed out, leaving behind only sorrow.
Saints transcended all living beings and could not be judged by common reasoning. Huo Tan's cultivation had not completely dried up, and combined with his saint-level physical body, he still had the strength to fight.
"Xiu!"
Huo Tan charged forward like an arrow from a bowstring. Every extra second he delayed increased his danger. He did not want to stay a moment longer and wanted to fight his way out.
Ye Fan attacked with his spear. Every time he swung it, it could shatter the long sky, startling Huo Tan's two remaining disciples. Their hearts trembled with fear, and they no longer had any of their previous arrogance, not daring to breathe loudly.
Huo Tan was, after all, a saint of his generation. Even if he could not use magical power, his combat experience was extremely rich. He stepped forward in a bow stance, striking with loose techniques, avoiding the spear's edge, engaging in close-quarters combat, attacking Ye Fan's vital points.
Ye Fan was calm and composed. On his body was a layer of stone armor, made from divine source stone skin, refined using the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals source art, forming a Source Heaven Divine Garment.
Every move he made was extremely composed. Even if the erosion of time affected him, he would certainly last longer than Huo Tan. The first to fall would definitely not be him.
"Clang!"
The dark gold spear in Ye Fan's hand thrust out streaks of divine light, never leaving Huo Tan's vital points, leaving bloody marks on his body.
The two clashed fiercely. Huo Tan's palm and fingers contained divine radiance, his palm center transparent and brilliant, gushing forth divine light as he tried to forcibly unleash saintly power to destroy Ye Fan.
This was a threat. If his saintly power did not dry up, even if only in wisps, it was still extremely terrifying.
"Master, you must kill him!" The other two did not dare to speak, only praying silently while moving their feet, retreating into the distance, trying to escape.
"Chi!"
Suddenly, a streak of black light shot forth. The dark gold spear left Ye Fan's hand and flew forward. One of Huo Tan's disciples spat blood as the spear pierced through him, flying him back over a hundred zhang before pinning him to the ground.
At the same time, Ye Fan left the battlefield, moving sideways like a pale golden flood dragon, grabbing the spear again.
When Huo Tan's other disciple saw this, he went cold from head to toe and dared not move another step. This was a killing god. The fierce aura made his legs go weak, almost forcing him to his knees.
Moreover, he was aging rapidly. Originally in the prime of his youth, wrinkles were now piling up on his face. Soon, he would die of old age.
"Master... save me!"
Seeing this, Huo Tan could not help but let out a long roar. He had become a saint, yet he had been forced to this point by someone he considered an ant. Before his very eyes, three of his disciples had been killed—this was a great hatred and humiliation.
"Clang! Clang!"
Sparks flew in all directions as the two fought once more. The dark gold spear resonated with fists, like bolts of lightning interweaving.
"An ant cannot bite a dragon to death. I have attained the saint rank—how can you, an ant, bully me?" Huo Tan's face was ashen, killing intent overflowing. The saintly light spilling from his palm grew a bit denser.
Ye Fan was unafraid, fighting with his spear. The dark gold spear flickered with cold, dark metallic light. His body was long and agile, black hair scattered to his waist, eyes clear and bright, radiant and brilliant. His entire being had a transcendent quality, with sharp edges concealed within.
"Weng!"
The two clashed again. Ye Fan's spear struck Huo Tan's shoulder. Huo Tan staggered, a patch of blood appearing, and he let out a furious roar.
"Master the laws of heaven and earth, the Dao follows nature, the great Dao of the universe manifest—suppress for me!" Huo Tan roared.
"Boom!"
He truly borrowed a wisp of the Dao's divine might, like a piece of the sky pressing down. Saintly might flickered, vast and irresistible.
However, it lasted only a moment before the Dao marks in the sky collapsed, transforming into a stream of light and disappearing, unable to press down.
Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. He had already anticipated this result. Otherwise, why would he have chosen this place as the battlefield? It was the only place that could suppress a saint.
"The Divine Silkworm Princess was only one step away from becoming a Great Sage. Wearing her clan's heaven-defying ancient emperor battle armor, she could barely protect herself, able to fly and fight against the Desolate Slaves. And you, who just became a saint, your Dao fruit not yet consolidated, without even a legendary saint weapon—you think you can defy heaven here?!"
Ye Fan struck mercilessly, his attacks growing faster. The dark gold spear in his hand transformed into a curtain of black light, enveloping Huo Tan.
"Ah..." In the distance, Huo Tan's disciple cried out, his skin all loose. He had been a top expert, but now he was about to die of old age.
He no longer cared about anything else, sprinting madly toward the outside of the Ancient Forbidden Land. White hair scattered in the wind, utterly miserable. For him, this was a demonic land.
Ye Fan struck horizontally with his spear, forcing Huo Tan back, then transformed into a streak of light and chased after him.
"You dare!" Huo Tan was furious. He had already watched three disciples die at Ye Fan's hands. Now his eyes were splitting with rage. He could not tolerate this happening again.
Ye Fan's physical body was unmatched. His blood energy was vigorous. As a Sacred Body, he had undergone many lightning tribulations, even traversing the Chaotic Thunder Domain. Tempered a thousand times, every inch of his flesh contained terrifying power. His life force was strong to the extreme.
His speed was very fast. In an instant, he caught up. With a "pu" sound, his right hand fell, severing this person's head. He held it in his hand, dripping with blood.
"Here!" He stopped, turned around, and handed the blood-dripping head to Huo Tan.
Huo Tan was so angry he spat out a mouthful of turbid qi, letting out a miserable roar like a wild beast. His chest felt like it would explode from rage. He ground his steel teeth, veins bulging all over his body.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan threw the head. It arced through the sky, landing in the distance, leaving a trail of blood. With this, all four of Huo Tan's disciples had been killed.
"Your life is forfeit!" Huo Tan fought desperately. He could not believe that as a saint of his generation, he could not kill a Dao Cutter. His attacks grew even more ferocious.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan wielded the spear like an extension of his arm. Every strike was lethal. Dark gold divine light flashed, the void shattered, each move aimed at taking life.
"Pu!"
Huo Tan could not dodge in time. A bloody hole was pierced through his shoulder, blood splattering. A single drop of a saint's blood could kill a Great Power. Ye Fan's physique was strong to this degree—though he was not afraid, he did not want it touching him.
He let out a soft cry, twisting the black spear, nearly lifting Huo Tan up. He swung the spear shaft, flinging him away. With a "bang," Huo Tan smashed into a large green stone, shattering it.
Huo Tan was shocked and furious, but there was nothing he could do. He could not kill this enemy with a single palm strike. He had a full body of cultivation but could not fully display it in this place.
Meanwhile, his opponent, as a Human Clan Sacred Body, possessed a physical body so powerful and blood energy so vigorous that it surpassed imagination. In terms of physical body alone, he was not inferior to Huo Tan.
This was almost inconceivable. Without yet becoming a saint, Ye Fan's physical body had almost transcended the category of humans. His vigorous blood energy was as terrifying as the sea!
"Kill!"
Huo Tan let out a great shout, displaying various loose techniques—all exquisite arts of physical combat, containing the principles of heaven and earth. Every move carried killing intent.
However, what made him spit blood was that in the domain of close-quarters combat, he was actually inferior to the ant in his eyes. Ye Fan's attacks were simple and direct, yet very effective.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan gripped the spear with both hands, swinging it open. After hundreds or thousands of exchanges, he struck Huo Tan's spine, sending him flying over a hundred zhang. His spine nearly broke, covered in bloodstains.
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