Chapter 1101 - Slaying a Saint - Please Support with Monthly Votes!
Huo Tan spat out a mouthful of blood foam and struggled to rise from the ground. Under the previous blow, he had been sent flying a hundred zhang away, his entire spine and dragon bone feeling as if they had snapped, his whole body exhausted and weak.
He chanted scriptures, his joints crackling and popping as he forcibly circulated divine power to heal his wounds. Waves of blood qi steamed up, and his body surface shimmered with light.
In that single instant, he had consumed several hundred years of his lifespan, because using secret techniques to heal within this forbidden zone came at an enormous cost!
Within the Ancient Forbidden Land, one's cultivation could only barely stir forth a little. To truly heal one's origin, the essence blood expended was far more than what the forbidden zone devoured.
"Human Sacred Body, do you want to perish together with me? Even if you wound me, you won't survive yourself."
Huo Tan said with a gloomy expression.
"You die, I live. There's nothing to say. Surrender your head!" Ye Fan began a new round of attacks. Time was life; he could not delay here.
The dark gold long spear traced out a streak of black light, like an ink dragon soaring into the sky, transforming into a living entity. The sharp spear tip pierced through all obstacles, aimed directly at Huo Tan's brow.
"Since I became a saint, I have never suffered such humiliation as today. My disciples were killed one after another. If I cannot devour you as blood food, what face do I have left? Ant, go die!"
Huo Tan fought desperately. Dao sounds rang within his body, ceaselessly echoing, as he forcibly drew upon saintly power and circulated his cultivation, unwilling to pay the price of part of his life essence.
However, the effect was poor. The Forbidden Zone of Life suppressed all laws and Dao marks, plundering the cultivator's lifespan. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.
"Clang!"
The long spear in Ye Fan's hand was almost pressed against his brow. Huo Tan turned sideways, avoiding the sharp tip, and forcibly spat out a divine light. Heaven and earth split apart, and Ye Fan retreated like a golden bolt of lightning.
After this exchange, Huo Tan's expression darkened, and wrinkles climbed onto his face. The power of the Ancient Forbidden Land manifested, and even a saint could not withstand it.
Similarly, although Ye Fan wore the Source Heaven Divine Garment, his face gradually lost its luster. A few white strands appeared among his black hair as his life force ebbed away.
The two fought fiercely. Time was life, and both wanted to finish the other off at their peak. One was a genuine saint, the other a Human Sacred Body, both with physical bodies and bloodlines pushed to the extreme.
Neither could display their cultivation, nor could they use secret techniques. The occasional burst of magical power they managed to unleash was not enough to pose a lethal threat.
Close-quarters combat was the main method!
Their speed was very fast. From the start until now, less than half a quarter-hour had passed, not much time had flowed, yet wrinkles had appeared on both their faces.
"Kill!"
The two engaged in a life-or-death duel, a desperate battle!
Ye Fan wielded the dark gold long spear to a state of supernatural mastery, sending Huo Tan flying four times and piercing his body twice. Drops of scarlet—this was the blood of a saint!
Blood trickled from the corner of Huo Tan's mouth, his expression cold and sinister. Though he said nothing, his gaze was as sharp as a knife. He struggled to fight his way out of the forbidden zone, vowing that once he escaped, he would torment Ye Fan tenfold.
"Human Sacred Body, pray that I never break free from here, or you know what will happen!" Huo Tan's expression was ferocious, as a new bloody wound had appeared on his body.
"You have no chance!" The spear in Ye Fan's hand was as fierce as a raging storm, turning into a sheet of black light that drowned the area ahead. Having fought to this point, he absolutely could not let this man go.
Ye Fan used the black long spear to chop, slash, and thrust simultaneously. It was both a spear, a blade, and a staff, with endless variations of attack methods.
Huo Tan was covered in wounds. In the most severe instance, his heart was nearly pierced through, and blood gushed out.
"Summon the Ancestor, bestow the Dao Seal!"
Huo Tan shouted. As a saint, being threatened to the point of death by Ye Fan was an insult to him. He fought back desperately!
On his brow, strands of Dao marks interwove, barely activating a secret technique as he attempted to unleash a powerful strike!
"Boom!"
The blood qi within his body boiled, transforming into strands of demonic patterns that surfaced on his skin. Every pore on his body bled as he gathered the momentum of heaven and earth, emitting traces of saintly might.
"Clang!" "Clang!" ...
He blocked the dark gold long spear with his bare hands, his strength astonishingly great. Finally, he displayed the unique dignity of a saint, but his body was rapidly aging.
Even the formidable Ye Fan had his tiger's mouth split open. The stone armor on his body shattered inch by inch, falling to the ground. His true body was exposed within the Ancient Forbidden Land, suffering the erosion of time.
"I am a saint. What do you have to fight me with?" Huo Tan roared ferociously, pressing forward step by step, his attacks growing increasingly fierce.
Unfortunately, he still could not use secret techniques. It only allowed his physical body to emit saintly radiance, making his flesh and blood several times stronger.
"How long can you hold out?" Ye Fan stared at his wrinkled body and said coldly.
"If I fall, you won't be able to withstand the power of Desolation either. You will surely perish here and become a pile of yellow earth!" Huo Tan said coldly, not believing that Ye Fan would truly perish together with him.
Another clash, and Huo Tan could no longer sustain the surge of blood qi. His body dimmed, his wrinkles deepened, and he staggered. Since the battle began, he had lost at least a thousand years of lifespan.
In the distance, a flash of purple light. Huo Tan was overjoyed. Abandoning Ye Fan, he rushed over quickly.
On the ground was a purple-gold lotus with over twenty thousand years of medicinal age. Its entire body shimmered with purple light, standing two feet tall, its fragrance intoxicating. Huo Tan grabbed it, opened his mouth, and devoured it greedily. Now that his essence qi was severely depleted, rare ancient medicines could be seen on the ground from time to time, excellent for replenishing life potential.
Ye Fan did not stop him. Calmly, he took out a jade bottle and poured its contents into his mouth. This was the divine liquid taken from the Immortal Ascension Pool, highly effective for replenishing life essence.
"You..."
Huo Tan was greatly alarmed. Seeing this, he immediately pounced over to snatch the jade bottle. If this continued, he would surely be worn down to death.
Ye Fan put away the jade bottle and continued the fierce battle with him, full of vigor and vitality. His blood qi boiled forth, and his attacks grew even more ferocious.
"Pfft"
Huo Tan grew ruthless, actually using his body to endure a spear strike from Ye Fan, letting it pierce through his chest and abdomen. He spat out a streak of blood at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan shook his force, and the dark gold long spear passed through Huo Tan's chest and abdomen, flying out without falling into the enemy's hands.
Then he retreated. Although he had lost the dark gold long spear, his face was calm, still without any fear. His fists shimmered with a faint light, and faintly, thunder and lightning crackled—it was his blood boiling.
"Kill!"
The two charged at each other, fighting with their lives, engaging in physical combat, beginning the final life-or-death struggle.
Hundreds and thousands of clashes. A golden shadow and a purple light were entangled together, blood splashing from time to time. Ye Fan, at the Dao Severing realm, fighting and killing a saint-level ancient king—if this were to spread, it would surely shock the world.
In the blink of an eye, half a quarter-hour had passed since entering the Forbidden Zone of Life. Ye Fan finally showed a trace of worry. He could not delay any longer; there was no time for a stalemate.
From this moment on, his attacks became even more fierce. His black hair flew loose, and his golden fists struck with thunderous flashes, like interweaving bolts of lightning striking Huo Tan's body. Blood spurted, and joints crackled incessantly.
"Ah..."
Huo Tan screamed. One of his arms was twisted. In close combat, he could not match Ye Fan, who used the Battle Saint Art to evolve various scattered techniques, putting him at a disadvantage. His arm bone snapped.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan gave a light shout. His palm and fingers struck thousands of times, then he pulled hard. Huo Tan's left arm snapped, blood gushing forth in torrents, revealing stark white bone stubble.
"Ah..."
Huo Tan roared. He had never imagined that such a day would come. Having become a saint, he was actually having an arm broken off by a Dao Severing cultivator, suffering such severe injury. Ye Fan quickly retreated, avoiding the bloody impact. He had broken off a saint's arm and threw it forcefully to the ground, staining the grass red.
Huo Tan was like a wounded beast, his eyes bloodshot. Though he had lost an arm, he was also at his most dangerous. He turned into a purple light and pounced on Ye Fan.
Another life-and-death battle unfolded!
Ye Fan forced himself to stay calm, avoiding the enemy's sharp edge and attacking his weak points. His body moved like a flood dragon, leaping and bounding. Sometimes like a roc spreading its wings, sometimes like a true dragon emerging from the sea, he swung his fists. Wind and thunder roared, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The pure power of his physical body, pushed to such a level within the Ancient Forbidden Land, could be considered heaven-defying.
"Break!"
Ye Fan struck with the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. Though no golden light burst forth, an invincible fist intent was contained within. It struck Huo Tan's sternum, producing the sound of breaking bones. His entire chest cavity collapsed, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood.
The situation was lost. It was over! Huo Tan knew that he was in danger, unable to reverse the defeat, powerless to turn things around.
"I am an ancient saint. You want to slay a saint and become famous throughout the world? Impossible! I won't let you have your way. At the very least, I'll drag you to die with me!" Huo Tan roared.
He could imagine what a huge uproar would erupt once Ye Fan slaughtered him. It would surely be recorded in the annals of cultivation history! And he, as the loser, would highlight this brat's achievement, also recorded in history as a pathetic foil.
One would become famous throughout the ages, the other a stepping stone, a negative example. Just thinking about it made his blood qi unstable, his body on the verge of exploding.
"Chi"
A flash of light appeared on his brow. He was forcibly trying to use powerful divine sense. A small purple figure was about to rush out from his forehead bone.
"Ah..."
Huo Tan screamed in agony. As soon as his primordial spirit appeared, cracks formed on it. The small purple figure screamed miserably but still flew toward Ye Fan. This was perhaps the only means he had to injure Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was very straightforward. He pulled out a wooden stick from behind his back, like a sword or a mace, simple and unadorned. Holding it with both hands, he struck down on the primordial spirit.
"Pfft"
The small purple figure could not avoid it. It was immediately shattered by a third, letting out a miserable scream. Its entire body cracked and returned to his bones.
How could Ye Fan let such an opportunity slip? Holding the God-Slaying Whip, he covered ten-odd zhang in one step, arriving close. With a "puff," he struck Huo Tan's forehead bone, nearly shattering his skull, causing large cracks to appear.
It must be said, a saint's physical body was truly sturdy. An ordinary person would have long turned to ashes!
Huo Tan was severely injured. His body staggered as he retreated at extreme speed. However, Ye Fan's Six Paths Reincarnation Fist arrived again, sending him flying a hundred zhang away. Before he could land, Ye Fan caught up.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan grabbed his remaining right arm and twisted hard. With a crack, the bone snapped, and blood gushed out. Huo Tan completely lost any chance of turning the battle around. His right arm was also torn off.
Slaying a saint!
It was about to happen, and no one could stop it. Ye Fan threw away the bloody arm, swung his right leg high, and then kicked out with force.
"Pfft"
Huo Tan screamed. His spine snapped, and the upper half of his body was almost destroyed. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. He was sent flying several hundred zhang away, unable to move an inch.
The power of Desolation surged. His flesh and blood withered. He could no longer resist or struggle.
Ye Fan picked up the dark gold long spear. With a "puff," he pierced through Huo Tan's body and lifted him up. In his left hand, he held the God-Slaying Whip and struck at his forehead bone.
"Bang"
Blood rained down. Huo Tan's primordial spirit was shaken out, more than half of it shaved away. Within the Ancient Forbidden Land, the small purple figure, deprived of its physical body's protection, was almost immediately drying up and dying.
"Slaying a saint happens today!" Ye Fan said coldly.
This place could not be lingered in. Carrying Huo Tan on his spear, he quickly rushed toward the edge of the forbidden zone. Along the way, he destroyed the vitality of his physical body and ground away his primordial spirit, fearing a backlash.
Soon, the edge of the forbidden zone was in sight. Ye Fan stopped. With a shake of the dark gold long spear in his right hand, dense cracks appeared all over Huo Tan's body!
As for his primordial spirit, the small purple figure was almost completely ground away under the God-Slaying Whip, leaving only a faint light.
Huo Tan laughed bitterly. A lifetime of cultivation was utterly destroyed. Even if he could escape, he was finished. His primordial spirit, the most precious thing, was nearly extinguished, now only the size of a bean!
"Human Sacred Body, do you really think you can slay a saint? Die with me!" At this moment, he completely let go. Since he was going to die anyway, what was there to fear?
His primordial spirit remerged into his physical body. His entire form began to glow. He was about to disintegrate, using the burning of a saint's flesh and blood to wear Ye Fan down to death.
At this moment, Ye Fan made only a few moves. He threw the dark gold long spear, threw the God-Slaying Whip out of the Ancient Forbidden Land, and even did not hesitate to cut open his own body to take out the Primordial Qi Cauldron, also throwing it outside the forbidden zone.
Then, with nothing to fear, he charged at Huo Tan. Golden blood flowed all over his body, and his fists emitted a blinding light!
"Boom"
With one punch, he blasted open Huo Tan's body. Saint blood splattered onto him, and his own body suffered terrible damage, but he did not care at all.
"It's useless. Today, you will die with me, turn to ashes together with me!" Huo Tan laughed madly. The fire of his primordial spirit was about to go out, and he wanted to drag Ye Fan to death with him.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan roared. His shout shook mountains and rivers. His entire body was covered in saint blood. Punch after punch, he shattered Huo Tan's body. Golden lightning interwove between his fists!
This was a wild and overbearing force. He had literally beaten a living saint to pieces. Flesh and blood were everywhere, and gleaming white bone fragments stained with blood were scattered about.
"What does this change? You can't alter the outcome. I'm dragging you to die with me!" All the flesh and blood writhed, emitting terrifying power, burning fiercely, engulfing Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was cold. Slaying a saint was right before him. Even with danger upon him, at this moment, he was still incomparably calm. He only uttered two words: "Pathetic!"
"I am pathetic, but you're not much better. This is a saintly fire refined from life itself. Even if you escape the Ancient Forbidden Land, it will burn away your form and spirit. Die with me!" Huo Tan shouted madly.
"Pathetic. Even now, you don't understand. Go die by yourself!" Ye Fan threw a punch. Golden lightning interwove, causing all the flesh and blood to burn even more fiercely, scattering in all directions.
At this moment, Ye Fan's hair was white as snow, his appearance aged. He stood within the Ancient Forbidden Land, letting time erode him, letting the saintly fire cling to him. He stood alone in the mortal world, his expression peaceful and calm, his body slowly fading.
"You... what's going on?!" Huo Tan finally noticed the anomaly, shocked and furious, he shouted.
"One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, equal to the true body. How could my true self accompany you into a death trap..." Ye Fan's figure faded, his expression indifferent, incomparably serene.
"That is..." Huo Tan roared in fury, looking into the distance.
Outside the Ancient Forbidden Land, another Ye Fan stood calmly, watching everything silently. He put away the Primordial Qi Cauldron, the God-Slaying Whip, and the dark gold long spear. His purple robe fluttered in the wind. He stood alone in the mortal world, his black hair flowing loose, his eyes deep and profound, quietly watching this scene.
"Ah... I refuse to accept this!" Huo Tan roared, his hatred driving him mad, but he was powerless to turn the tide!