Chapter 1112: The Sacred Body's Arrogance
Xuantuo's sternum was shattered by Ye Fan's golden fist, seven or eight ribs broken, chunks of flesh flying out as cyan blood rain scattered, crackling incessantly amidst the heavenly tribulation, emitting bursts of eerie light.
"Ah..."
Xuantuo howled to the marrow of his bones. His chest was split open, missing several ribs, blood gushing forth, his entire body drenched in cyan bloodstains. He screamed with disheveled hair, the pain piercing his heart.
He had only recently become a saint, not yet having time to savor the feeling of looking down on all living beings and dominating the world. Today, a Dao Severer had shattered his sternum—a fatal blow. His invincible will to cultivate the Dao was nearly crumbling.
"You Bloodmoon Clan are hated by gods and men alike! Using the skulls of my human ancestors as drinking cups—today, I collect some interest on that blood debt!" Ye Fan stood within the heavenly punishment, myriad tribulation lights flashing, chaotic lightning interweaving. He raised his fist and charged again.
It was still the unstoppable Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, a style that said "none but me," carrying an invincible conviction, a will to strike across three thousand realms and sever the nine heavens.
The golden fist swung, fist wind surging. Ye Fan moved like a fleeting light, killing from one side of the sky to the other, carrying ten thousand zhang of tribulation lightning as he closed in. With a *puff*, he struck down.
Blood splattered. Xuantuo screamed as both his shoulders exploded simultaneously. His two arms shattered into dozens of gleaming white bone fragments, flesh scattering in all directions, his body covered in cyan blood.
An ocean of lightning crashed down, every kind of tribulation light present—from the Nine Kings Great Heavenly Tribulation to the Five Elements Lightning, to the Chaotic Thunder Sea... everything imaginable. Xuantuo fared even worse, wisps of cyan smoke rising from his body, the smell of cooked flesh wafting through the air.
He was a generation's saint, transcending all living beings, looking down on the mortal world. When had such a tragic event ever occurred? Now, he had lost all saintly authority.
"The Human Sacred Body..." Xuantuo roared, his eyes venomous. His first battle as a saint was this miserable, and his anger burned so fiercely it felt like his liver was on fire.
"You say that in ancient times, your clan raised my human ancestors like livestock, treating them as blood food. Today, I'll beat you until you burst, making you worse than livestock!" Ye Fan stood within the tribulation, shouting loudly, his hair flying wildly like a demon god.
He let the chaotic light fall, baptizing his tall, sturdy body. His entire form gleamed with precious radiance. Though his skin sometimes split open, it was no serious matter—as soon as he activated the Presence Secret, the injuries quickly healed.
Over the years, he had often crossed tribulations and gained rich experience. Now, lightning punishments rarely truly wounded him.
"Ah..."
Xuantuo screamed, rage consuming his heart. His grandfather had been killed, and now a Dao Severer dared to treat him like this, nearly making him grind his teeth to dust.
He knew today would end badly. Setting aside the old saint who had blown up his grandfather with one punch, even that Killing Saint alone was enough to make his life miserable.
Sooner or later, he would be killed. He might as well fight with dignity. If he could take down the Human Sacred Body, at least he'd have someone to drag down with him. Though his divine soul ached terribly, he still desperately tried to raise his cultivation and repair his body.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan flew over. Before he arrived, the tribulation descended first, his fist momentum vast. Xuantuo, shaken by the gale and heavenly tribulation, could barely stand and was nearly sent flying.
"This is..." He paled in terror. The effect of the Soul-Slaying Blade was far more terrifying than he had imagined. It had struck his waist, but the damage was to his divine soul. His brow split open, black blood flowing. Now, he could barely muster strength and almost fell headlong to the ground.
"Puff"
Ye Fan's fist arrived swiftly and fiercely, infused with all his saintly power, surging with essence energy. It struck Xuantuo's chin, sending teeth mixed with cyan blood flying over a hundred zhang away, where they were pierced through by the tribulation light.
"Crack"
The next moment, Xuantuo's jawbone shattered and fell off, blood splattering everywhere, a gruesome sight.
This battle was already beyond doubt!
At this point, with no one intervening, Xuantuo was doomed. Miracles existed in the world, but they were called miracles precisely because they were nearly impossible to occur.
"Puff"
Ye Fan's fist exploded Xuantuo's head, white brain matter and blood splashing ten zhang high. Chaotic thunderlight descended, burning his body clean, leaving not even a trace of residue.
"Ah..."
Xuantuo was terrified, furious, panicked, despairing... His divine soul flickered unsteadily, all kinds of negative emotions erupting.
A streak of black light flashed. The Killing Saint Qi Luo struck, his pitch-black long blade sweeping through, slicing off Xuantuo's divine soul, turning it to dust.
The Soul-Slaying Blade was a terrifying saint artifact. Its forging method had been passed down through the ages, but few had ever succeeded in crafting one. Qi Luo, as a Killing Saint, wielded such a demon blade, making him even more formidable.
A shadow flickered, and Qi Luo vanished, merging into the void along with the old saint Wei Yi, no longer intervening. They both carried Heaven-Deceiving Arrays carved from Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree branches, allowing them to move freely within the tribulation without being pursued by the lightning.
"The Bloodmoon King, as a clan lord, is already dead. I'll go in for a spin and raze this place to the ground," Ye Fan muttered to himself.
From his brow, a small golden figure stepped out, let out a clear cry, and began to inhale like a whale, devouring the lightning in the sky. At the same time, his cauldron floated out, hovering above the golden figure's head, arrogant to the extreme. He named the ten most aggressive royal clans, loudly rebuking them, challenging them head-on, showing no fear at all.
That day, Gai Jiuyou appeared in the Divine City of the Northern Domain. He only spoke a few sickly words before retreating.
"The Bloodmoon Clan brought this entirely upon themselves. My lifespan is short, but if any great clan insists on humiliating the human race, I am willing to burn my vitality to annihilate a major imperial clan or slaughter several dozen royal clans."
Yet even these few words carried immense weight, shaking the ancient clans to their core, terrifying many great tribes, and making some clan lords extremely nervous! (To be continued)