Chapter 1144: Great Slaughter
"Ahh..." Duoluo only had time to let out a brief and sharp scream before his head flew off, blood splattering everywhere. His face still held a look of terror, never expecting that Ye Fan would actually dare to make a move—without a trace of hesitation or delay, decisive and thorough.
His headless body pitched forward, falling into a pool of blood, looking utterly miserable. Just like that, he was killed.
His head flew off at an angle, spilling much blood along the way, the terrified expression on his face frozen solid, filled with disbelief.
"No!" His divine soul flickered within his forehead bone, trying to escape, driven to the extreme of fear, howling, screaming, and wailing.
The old woman beside him was also quite shocked. This was the Pure Land of Paradise, and Duoluo was an extraordinary and promising relative by marriage, a distant cousin of Fanxian, yet his head had been severed.
She immediately summoned a black mech, entered it, and frantically attacked Ye Fan to stop his next move, but everything was already too late.
Ye Fan's golden finger vibrated, striking the bloodstained flying head, causing it to explode on the spot. Blood and brains splattered everywhere, and the panicked divine soul, losing its support, barely emerged before being sliced apart by a finger. With a miserable shriek, it died on the spot.
"You killed Young Master Duoluo! How dare you do this! You will pay the price in blood—a life for a life, blood for blood!" The old woman went mad. With this happening, she could not escape blame.
Ye Fan was very straightforward and decisive. The moment he killed Duoluo, he immediately took out the battered mech from Heiyingke, entered it, and engaged the old woman in battle.
This was an ancient saint-level war tool, extremely costly. His face cold, the black dagger in his hand cut through the sky, emitting a streak of black light. Saint marks filled the air, and his magical power rapidly spread.
"Clang!"
The old servant's lips twisted into a sinister grin as he wielded a blue demon blade, colliding with the black dagger and instantly severing it.
Ye Fan was startled. His mech was an ancient one, but the opponent's was clearly far rarer and much stronger—a super war tool, far surpassing his own.
"Boy, offer up your precious blood and you can die!" The old servant pounced. This mech was superior in both magical power fluctuation and structural sturdiness.
"Smack!"
Ye Fan blocked with his black iron arm, but it deformed instantly, caving in a large chunk under the strike of the light blue mech. It was inferior in both magical power and durability.
In the ensuing confrontation, the black mech suffered repeated heavy damage. Ye Fan was alarmed, feeling the need to seize this ancient saint mech—it was a rare war treasure.
Many parts of the black mech were dented, beaten full of pits and hollows, and many runes were destroyed. It was a complete defeat in both magical power and close combat.
"Dang!"
The light blue mech piloted by the old servant was slender and powerful, possessing a sense of beauty and strength, exceptionally formidable. Its magical power attacks nearly destroyed all the Dao runes of Ye Fan's mech.
"Boom!"
Moreover, the most critical point was that the blue demon blade in his hand was terrifying, nearly splitting Ye Fan's mech in two. Sparks flew, lightning danced, and it crackled loudly.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan piloted the black mech, charging out like a hunting leopard. Its back was nearly dismantled, on the verge of falling apart. The black mech was far inferior to the super saint mech.
Even inside the war tool, he was nearly affected by the overwhelming saint-level magical power, his face changing color.
Ye Fan went deep into the mountainous terrain, targeting Cao Qing. He sensed that Cao Qing hadn't gone far, so he temporarily broke away from the light blue mech and pursued him.
"Bang!"
One of Ye Fan's mech arms was severed by the blue demon blade, Dao marks shattered, and a storm of lightning and thunder raged, leveling a stretch of mountain ridges.
It was at this moment that he spotted Cao Qing, merged with the void, hidden in the sky. Others would never have detected him, but Ye Fan had cultivated the secret arts of the Heavenly Court, making his assassination techniques nearly unmatched in the world.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan struck out, Dao wave ripples spreading, shattering the sky.
"No, young master!" The old servant noticed Ye Fan's malicious intent and hurriedly tried to stop him, spreading a light blue light barrier to stabilize the area, but it was ultimately too slow.
In the sky, Cao Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, his body tattered and nearly reduced to a pile of flesh. Countless secret treasures on him were destroyed, but he managed to block that trace of saintly might.
"Kill him! Slaughter him!" Cao Qing roared in fury, his expression dark, quickly fleeing far away.
The gray-clad old servant let out a long howl, piloting the light blue mech, pushing its various performance capabilities to the limit. He nearly dismembered Ye Fan's mech, quickly reducing it to a wreck.
"Boy, you're finished!" The old servant sneered.
"Om!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a great roar, using the last of the black mech's saint-level Dao patterns to emit this light shout.
The ancient saint mech could unleash saint-level combat power. Using its supreme Dao marks to drive such a true word, he caught the old servant off guard just as he relaxed his vigilance, thinking victory was assured. The sound pierced his mind like demonic tones, stunning him, his divine sense in chaos, nearly collapsing.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan struck swiftly, charging straight at the light blue mech like a hawk spreading its wings and soaring through the nine heavens, fierce and sharp.
This was not a suicidal charge, for he had long planned this strike. The light blue mech's Dao wave temporarily ceased, and he used his Source Art to try to merge into it.
Source Art was very mysterious. With its supreme principles, he could physically enter a sacred spirit's stone fetus. Now, having become even more masterful, he could naturally do it with ease, forcibly entering the ancient saint-level mech.
Before the old servant's mind was stunned, he wouldn't have dared, because of the terrifying saint-level magical power. But now it was different—temporarily chaotic and interrupted.
Even so, Ye Fan was taking a great risk. If the old servant woke up midway, the saint's Dao traces could potentially annihilate him.
The main reason was that this mech was super powerful, making him feel it was very troublesome. He had encountered danger several times and had no choice but to act this way. Moreover, he wanted to obtain this undamaged war tool, which would give him full confidence and allow him to sweep through one side.
The result went smoothly. Ye Fan, using the "Om" heavenly sound emitted by the ancient saint mech, targeted the enemy's divine soul, nearly shattering the old servant's Immortal Platform. He turned into a golden lightning bolt, successfully entered the mech, and a cruel, cold smile appeared on his lips.
"You..." The gray-clad old servant finally woke up, scared out of his wits. He had personally witnessed the terror of Ye Fan's physical strength.
"Old man, didn't you want my life?" Ye Fan taunted.
"No!" The gray-clad old servant screamed, fighting desperately.
However, the result was merciless. With a "pfft," Ye Fan twisted off his neck, and blood flowed freely.
In the end, a cold corpse was thrown out of the mech. Ye Fan took control, successfully possessing this super ancient saint war tool.
"What happened? Who is causing trouble?"
"Who is it, daring to come to our Pure Land of Paradise and commit mass slaughter!"
From all around, countless people flew over, surrounding the mountainous area. Many powerful figures appeared.
"It's him! It's actually this brat! Good, you've finally shown up. I'll take your life to avenge my grandson!" Half-Saint Xuan Linfeng, piloting an ancient mech, laughed grimly.
Additionally, Duoluo's secluded grandfather appeared, his expression dark as water. Learning that his grandson and the old woman were both dead, his eyes blazed with fire.
A group of powerful figures appeared, including members of the Paradise Fan Clan, surrounding Ye Fan.
Fanxian also arrived, her legs swinging, pure and flawless, moving like a beautiful snake, peerlessly stunning. Beside her stood Cao Qing, his face cold, saying nothing.
Ye Fan, wielding the blue demon blade and piloting the mech, charged toward Cao Qing, intending to take his life.
"Ye Fan, what are you doing?" Fanxian demanded.
"Killing him!" Ye Fan pointed the blade at Cao Qing.
"No, I won't allow you to run wild here and kill innocents. Stop him!" Fanxian shouted delicately. A group of powerful figures stepped forward, blocking his path.