Chapter 1116: Preaching the Logic of Fists to Saints
Deep within the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, patches of light flickered... streaks and strands tore the heavens into a thousand holes, black hole clusters everywhere—saints were clashing!
The battle had entered a white-hot stage. If any light waves struck the ground, they would surely sink a massive chunk of the Central Province; at the very least, the purple spirit mountain where the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion sat would be lost.
Yet, despite the shouts and the splashing of holy light, this place remained undestroyed, preserved intact.
"The Extraordinary Scholars Mansion truly lives up to its reputation as a vital ground for the human race. The combination of a rare ancient terrain and dao patterns makes this an indestructible land!" one ancient saint muttered to himself, attacking even more fiercely, unleashing a supreme assault worthy of a Saint King.
The Great Dao rumbled, tens of thousands of immortal rays pressed down from the heavens, threatening to turn this place into a scorched wasteland.
All the onlookers changed color. In that moment, they saw an endless starry sky, with brilliant galaxies pouring down, ten thousand beams of light crushing heaven and earth, about to overturn this place.
"Master of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, are you still putting up a stubborn resistance? Waiting to be annihilated, to be slaughtered clean?" another ancient saint said coldly and arrogantly.
The heavens were shattered, a vast blur, all kinds of light dancing, along with countless black holes flickering in and out, turning the void into fragments.
"You royal clans push things too far! Do you have no rules at all?!" the old master of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion roared, his white, disheveled hair standing on end.
"So what if we push things too far? What can you do about it?" an ancient saint said with a domineering tone, his face cold, letting out a lawless, sneering laugh that was utterly reckless, his voice grating to the ears.
In the distance, the eminent elders of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion all changed color, clenching their fists. These invading ancient saints were truly emboldened, infuriating everyone to the point of bursting lungs, wishing they could strike them down immediately.
Unfortunately, these people were too powerful. How many human experts in this era could match them?
"Too much! These ancient clans deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces. Bullying our human race for lacking saints—they are arrogantly overbearing to the extreme!" an old man from the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion trembled with rage.
Ye Tong, Li Tian, Dongfang Ye, and the others were also indignant, their brows furrowed as they glared at the sky. The only comfort in their hearts was that Ye Fan was unharmed. Seeing his calm demeanor, they could infer that the old saint of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion must have some preparations.
In that sacred ground, the battle grew even fiercer. The old master's cultivation was profound; he alone held off six saints, the fight reaching a fever pitch.
"Master of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, why go this far? For a Sacred Body, it's not worth it. If you lose your own life, regret will be too late."
"Heh, the old fellow is indeed strong, beyond our expectations. But how long can you keep up this desperate struggle? In the end, you'll die in vain."
Six ancient saints battled the old master, their war qi surging, blotting out the blazing sun. One ancient saint even summoned the holy radiance of the stars, turning this place into a starry sky.
Meteors flew, comets streaked across the sky, beams of light drowning the area. The summoned stellar force was terrifying, flooding this region of the Central Province.
"You, relying on your martial prowess, come bullying us to our doorstep. Have you ever considered that one day, someone stronger might also attack your clans, slaughtering you until your souls are extinguished!" the old master shouted.
"Are you joking? Relying on your Extraordinary Scholars Mansion? Or hoping the human Sacred Body will attain the Dao? Unfortunately, we won't give him that chance. Today, he will spill blood a hundred feet high!"
Six ancient saints soared through the sky, simultaneously suppressing the old master of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion. The place was a riot of colors, every strand destructive. The mass battle of saints was a scene of utter carnage.
If not for the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion being a special place, with dao marks densely covering the entire Purple Mountain, even the residual brilliance from the saints' strikes would have destroyed this place dozens of times over.
"You were right about one thing earlier. Today, we are bullying your human race. What can you do? Not only will we kill your human Sacred Body, but we will also take the Five-Colored Altar. You cannot stop us!"
Seeing the battle drag on, one of the ancient saints laughed arrogantly, trying to provoke the old saint into losing his composure.
"Since you're so arrogant and have said your piece, this old man will have to fight for his life and leave a few of you behind!" the old master roared.
"Old fellow, we've got you today. We're bullying your human race for having no one. What can you do?!" another ancient saint sneered domineeringly and tyrannically.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, streaks of sword qi shot into the sky from within the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, all of them Chaos Sword Lights. They slashed the surrounding heavens into collapse, turning them into a dead zone.
"What?! That Chaos Slaughter Formation was supposed to be closed. It takes a long time to activate—how has it come back to life?!"
"Retreat! Get out of here, escape the formation!"
The several ancient saints' faces were filled with shock, a hint of fear appearing. They all flew upward, disappearing into the clouds, trying to break free from the ancient, peerless slaughter formation's encirclement.
"Pfft"
A Chaos Sword Light swept past. Blood splashed dozens of feet high in the sky, cutting across one ancient saint's chest and abdomen, splitting him in two on the spot.
"Ah..."
He screamed, blood rain pouring down. His primordial spirit light blazed as he desperately flew, tearing open the void to escape.
However, this Chaos Slaughter Formation was too strange and terrifying, penetrating everywhere and sealing the void, making it impossible for him to teleport away. Especially the moment his blood spilled, the entire ancient slaughter formation revived, locking onto this ancient saint, concentrating all the Chaos Sword Lights on him.
"Pfft!"
Tens of thousands of Chaos lights struck, hacking the ancient saint's primordial spirit into a mess. His life fire withered rapidly, from brilliant to flickering, in just an instant.
The terror of this Chaos Slaughter Formation was evident—it could even kill saints. The few ancient saints who had fled into the clouds all had faces twisted to the extreme.
"No..."
This person let out one final, unwilling cry before being chopped into dust by the Chaos Sword Light, dying completely. An ancient saint had fallen.
In the distance, the Big Black Dog's bronze bell-like eyes flickered with dark light. "Truly worthy of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion. This slaughter formation is terrifying, comparable to parts of the ancient Great Emperors' array patterns. But I've never heard of any emperor emerging from this place." Its eyes suddenly lit up, widening, as it thought of the Nine Secrets.
"Good move! You were sure we would come, planning to trap and kill us here!" an ancient saint on the clouds roared.
"Unfortunately, your plan is doomed to fail. Today, we will definitely wipe out this old bastard!" Several ancient ancestral kings had escaped, only one being killed by the sword light.
Now, they stood high in the sky, their eyes like ten-thousand-year-old ice, cold and merciless, ready to unleash a massacre.
The old master said calmly, "Since you've come to my doorstep, thinking the human race can be bullied, there's nothing more to say. We can only use blood to fuel the formation and slaughter to preach reason."
Ye Tong, Yao Yuekong, Li Heishui, and the others all clenched their fists, extremely excited. The old master had activated the Chaos Slaughter Formation and killed an ancient saint, making them all feel relieved after being so stifled just now.
Now, only five ancient saints remained. The old master might be able to fight them evenly, no longer as passive as before.
But before they could relax for even a moment, a vast wave of energy surged in from the horizon.
"You're right. Today, we'll use blood to fuel the formation and slaughter to preach reason. We've truly got your human race cornered. So what if we bully you?!"
With this voice, a seventh ancient saint appeared, his might overwhelming. Blood clouds pressed down, thick as the sea, the stench of blood pungent and suffocating, as if a million blood-colored mountains were flying in.
Everyone's face changed. A seventh ancient saint had appeared. The ancient clans were making a major move. How could they still fight? Could the old master of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion hold out?
The ancient clans had mobilized in force, unwilling to stop until they achieved their goal. Even with preparations and countermeasures, without absolute strength, it was useless!
Everyone was filled with worry. This was ultimately a world that relied on strength. Faced with so many ancient saints, any strategy was useless—just one punch could shatter everything.
"It's fine." Ye Fan said calmly, patting Huahua's little bald head, telling everyone not to worry.
"Really... there won't be a catastrophic disaster?" an elite disciple of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion asked.
Ye Fan didn't say much. This situation had been set by the old master half a year ago. The Five-Colored Altar was too dazzling; the ancient clans had long had their eyes on it. Today, they would execute the "Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell" plan.
When the old saint first met him at the small tavern, he had said that half a year later, he would send him into the Ancient Heavenly Path. He had deliberately leaked the news, using today to "destroy" the Five-Colored Altar while turning the tables on the ancient clans.
"Old fellow, you're courting death. The human Sacred Body will die, the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion will be destroyed, and this Five-Colored Altar will belong to us," an ancient saint said coldly.
"Let strength speak. If you can't, no matter what logic your human race has, it's useless. You can only bow your heads to us!" a Saint King said.
The people were furious. The eminent elders of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion were about to jump out of their skin, but they had no strength to help.
These ancient saints wouldn't enter the Chaos Slaughter Formation again. Killing one ancient saint was the limit; it would be hard to lure them deeper.
"Is that so? Might makes right? Very well, then let me come and preach some reason with you." At that moment, an aged voice rang out.
On the Five-Colored Altar, Ye Fan's body dissolved into a wisp of clear qi and vanished. In his place, a sickly old man appeared, transformed into someone else!
"What?! It's him... Gai Jiuyou!"
"He... how did he get here? When did he arrive?"
"Run!"
The several ancient ancestral kings' faces turned ashen, filled with unease. Without another word, they turned to flee.
"You've all come. As you said, let's use fists to preach some reason."
Gai Jiuyou looked sickly, his voice calm, without a trace of aggression. But when he pointed a finger, the wind and clouds instantly shifted!
A beam of finger light shot into the sky, like a sun falling, streaking across the universe, illuminating eternal immortal radiance!
Pfft!
An ancient saint exploded on the spot, blood spraying everywhere, staining heaven and earth red. He didn't even grunt before becoming a pile of shattered flesh.
The remaining five ancient saints were so frightened their souls nearly flew away. What kind of figures were they? One of them had been shattered by a single finger, sending chills of terror through every one of them.
"Don't go. Let's continue preaching reason. After we finish here, this old man will visit your various clans and carefully, earnestly preach for half a day." Gai Jiuyou pointed out another finger. With a soft puff, the second ancient saint turned into a pool of blood, body and soul annihilated.
Old Gai pointed a third time, saying, "Just a little more than a day left. I beg for double monthly votes to support me!"