# Chapter 1201: Killing a Saint
"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."
Piercing sharp sounds tore through the air as nine thousand nine hundred and ninety silver divine arrows pierced through the void, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. Just the aura alone caused many people to directly shatter, let alone the true might of the arrows!
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine arrows, each silver arrow feather flowing with saintly might—who in the world could withstand this? This was annihilation!
"Boom"
The Ice Diamond Stone Man of the Grand Extension Holy Land was struck by the volley. Every single silver long arrow was like a massive hammer slamming into his body, deafening, with boundless tremendous force!
First, he was sent flying horizontally by dozens of arrows, then some thick and long silver arrows pierced through his body, eliciting screams.
This was a saint-rank puppet, yet it had suffered severe damage within the shocking divine formation!
Before him, Dao marks were densely packed, order divine chains interwoven, strands upon strands, tens of thousands of threads, transforming into runes—but they could not block them at all, all pierced through.
In the blinding light, densely packed arrow feathers descended, shooting this stone man into a hedgehog, then exploding with a boom, turning into surging energy fluctuations.
If not for the protection of the ancient formation, this chaotic divine land would have been completely destroyed, leaving nothing behind. This force was too concentrated and vast.
"Ah..." The sect master of the Grand Extension Holy Land roared in fury. This was a tremendous loss, yet he could not change the outcome.
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety saint arrows fired simultaneously, enough to destroy several saints. This killing ground was specially prepared for beings of this rank.
Otherwise, it would not be called a Divine Slaughter Formation!
No one knew how many holy land troops had turned into blood light, with large numbers falling. In the end, they didn't even have time to scream before groups were annihilated in both body and spirit.
Boom!
Black Emperor roared in fury. One hundred and eight main formation platforms, three hundred and sixty-five divine gates, continuously brightened. Three thousand six hundred types of great Dao light swept out together, blocking the saint arrows.
This was a brutal confrontation. Such slaughter formations possessed limitless power, already capable of killing saints—not just one or two... but appearing in clusters, turning this place into a life-forbidden zone!
Those without saint artifacts to protect them were doomed to die. They had to use ancient saint-level power for defense, and needed to combine forces to resist together. This cluster of slaughter formations clashing, the intense confrontation, the fluctuations were not something ordinary people could face. One vivid face after another turned into withered bones, becoming ashes of calamity.
How many formations did the Assassin Divine Dynasty have? This was the answer everyone trembled to know, because they were all left behind by ancient saints, their killing power immense.
Black Emperor roared, hiding behind the Divine Maiden Furnace, barking wildly while offering up formation platforms. All the materials he had accumulated over the years were thrown in.
His heart was bleeding. He had exhausted everything to forge many peerless formations, yet now they were being rapidly consumed, the losses enormous.
"Damn ancient divine dynasty, how many killing Dao treasures do they have? Why can't they be exhausted?!"
Deep within the heavenly domain, the ancestral-level figures of the two great dynasties were also stunned. These were the accumulations of successive generations of ancestors, the saint-killing formation platforms left behind, combined and claimed to be able to shoot down gods!
Yet now, one after another was collapsing. Their faces twitched, their hearts aching terribly, even more distressed than Black Emperor.
One formation platform was one ancient saint slaughter formation. Clustered together like this, it was absolutely astonishing, yet they were being continuously ground away.
"Even if several saints entered the formation, they would have been destroyed by now. They actually blocked it?!"
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" Black Emperor had gone mad with killing. He used the Divine Maiden Furnace as the main formation flag, throwing it into the center with a clang.
Everyone's face turned pale. When the big black dog went crazy, it was truly terrifying. He had even thrown out a great saint weapon. Fortunately, there were other saint artifacts for defense, or else the trouble would have been enormous.
But the effect was significant. Using an ancient great saint's weapon as the first formation flag, its might was overwhelming, shattering heaven and earth. The opponent's formations shattered one after another, surging energy rolling back!
"Crazy, truly crazy!"
"This is a true sect-annihilating war. The great wars of the dark ages in the past were no more than this, involving so many ancient slaughter formation platforms."
Both enemies and allies were stunned, unable to help but shudder. This was absolutely a slaughter calamity. Fortunately, both sides were balanced. If one side were slightly weaker, they would have been immediately ground away.
The formation patterns finally dimmed. The ground was a mess, covered with fragments of divine materials. The treasures consumed by the ancient formation platforms were incalculable, now reduced to waste.
The vast killing aura slowly dissipated. Boundless sorrow and vicissitude rose up—this was the lament of ancient artifacts, all destroyed in one battle.
Only after a long time did people come back to their senses, their faces pale, their words trembling.
"How many ancient saint formations were destroyed in total? Probably... about eighteen."
"That estimate is too low. At least twenty or more, possibly even reaching thirty-six!"
"Hard to say. Too terrifying, stretching on continuously, calamitous light endless, blazing and dazzling, impossible to count."
Only those who experienced it could understand. Otherwise, this terror was just a numerical concept, not a tremor of the soul.
The ground was covered with fragments, rarely seen since ancient times. People fell silent, gripping their weapons, driving their war chariots, continuing forward.
In today's battle, they had fought to this point. There was no road of retreat. Only by destroying the two ancient divine dynasties could they feel at ease.
Passing through the destroyed land, broken mountains, half-collapsed ridges, withered ten-thousand-year-old ancient trees appeared one after another on the path ahead.
No one spoke. Everyone was on alert.
Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince walked at the very front, their battle intent soaring. The others were mostly heavy-hearted, their moods different.
Wild men like Ye Fan and Dongfang Ye primarily sought to temper themselves this time, not planning to ask the few ancient saints guarding the rear to fight.
But those with heavy losses, like the Grand Extension Holy Land, had their hearts bleeding, wishing they could immediately invite Wei Yi to fight desperately and settle the score with the ancient divine dynasty once and for all.
The Holy Prince held the black divine iron, looking down on everyone, his golden fur gleaming, his aura domineering. "What's there to be gloomy about? The two great dynasties are the best whetstones. Today, let's kill to our hearts' content and take another step forward on the path of cultivation!"
"Swish!"
A terrifying sword light appeared, piercing toward the back of the Holy Prince's head. Ruthless and merciless, it appeared abruptly, silent and soundless, aiming for a one-hit kill.
This kind of hidden killing art was too terrifying, almost fooling everyone. The Holy Prince dodged in the nick of time.
Qi Luo struck forward in an instant. However, a flash of blood appeared on his back, cutting a terrifying wound.
Feint to the east, attack to the west. A killing saint had appeared, making Qi Luo focus on the Holy Prince while the real target was him.
Qi Luo was wounded but didn't even furrow his brow. He vanished on the spot. With a splash, blood light scattered, cutting a blood mark in another void space.
Qi Luo had already found his opponent and returned the favor. Their exchange was extremely strange, formless and invisible.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered across the sky. Dozens of strong warriors from the Ji Family screamed, unable to avoid it. They were turned into withered bones on the spot by the saint's blood.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream rang out. The sect master of the Grand Extension Holy Land's head rolled off. His eyes wide open in fury, his headless body fell into a pool of blood.
His primordial spirit had just risen when it was pierced through by a blood-colored killing sword, vanishing into smoke on the spot.
"Kill..."
The crowd roared, screaming in terror. Many executioners appeared, right before their eyes, hiding in the void, launching assassinations.
Many people screamed, pierced through the forehead bone, dying unnatural deaths. This was the trump card of assassins in action!
"Where do you think you're going!"
Li Tian, Dongfang Ye, and others roared, launching a full counterattack, pouncing forward to kill. They had studied the Heavenly Court's life-slaying grand art and were unafraid of this kind of assassination Dao secret technique.
"Sneaking around, die for me!"
The Holy Prince roared, his whole body blazing with golden light. His body seemed forged from gold as he swung his great staff, smashing an old assassin out.
This was the one who had just killed the sect master of the Grand Extension Holy Land. He was a Dao-cutting king, outstanding in strength, having already killed over a hundred people in almost an instant.
Without any suspense, in almost a single breath, this trump card assassin was beaten by the monkey's staff until his bones broke and tendons snapped, turning into a pile of mud.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
Blood light flashed one after another. Ji Zi unleashed his power. Void Great Fissure Slash swept across, tearing apart many assassins, turning them into streams of blood, leaving no corpse behind.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. His whole body's golden blood energy formed a tornado, forcibly extracting a great accomplished king-rank assassin, then punching him to pieces in the sky. Simple and brutal, bone fragments and blood flowers splattered everywhere.
The Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion finally displayed her terror before the world. Merged with the Great Dao, every move she made wielded the laws of heaven and earth, forcing out a group of assassins. With a bare-handed slash, groups of people melted in the Dao light.
Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince moved together, pouncing toward Qi Luo's position, all launching fierce attacks.
The killing saint Qi Luo also let out a long cry. Blood-transforming saber light stretched ten thousand zhang, splitting heaven and earth, slashing toward his opponent.
"Boom!"
In the terrifying great confrontation, the killing saint of the Mortal World fled, leaving the battlefield, actively retreating, leaving only a trace of blood.
This was an ancient killing saint, who had attained the Dao before heaven and earth changed. Profound and unfathomable, he could move through an army of ten thousand as if through empty land. Escaping was not difficult.
He fled toward the exit of the heavenly domain, trying to break through. But several streams of saintly might rolled in like an ocean, forcing him back!
"The killing saint wants to flee, meaning they have no confidence left. Let's kill, don't let a single one escape." The people of the holy lands shouted, their morale greatly boosted.
But Ye Fan's heart sank. This killing saint was ruthless and decisive. He wasn't really trying to escape—clearly he was testing how many ancient saints had arrived. Now he turned back, charging toward the depths of the heavenly domain.
"Kill..."
Killing cries shook the heavens. This heavenly domain boiled over. The war chariots of the holy lands rumbled, crushing across the high sky. Saint artifacts revived, all striking forward together.
Next, they dismantled some ancient slaughter formation platforms and finally reached the deepest part, seeing two terrifying ancient halls.
There, killing aura was like an ocean. White bone gleamed with luster, hard for time itself to wear away. Rows of halls were all built from bones.
At the center of both clusters of halls stood a special bone structure, its luster the most awe-inspiring. It contained the skulls of kings and the withered bones of saints, bright and crystalline. The carpets in the halls were made from divine skin, stripped from saints!
"A group of ants dares to challenge a dragon. I admire your courage, but I must also mock your stupidity!"
A majestic voice came from the bone hall, ancient and weathered, yet also carrying a domineering air, filled with the spirit of "I alone am supreme."
The killing saint Qi Luo roared loudly, "How was the dragon's lair exterminated, forcing you to flee beyond the heavens? The two ancient divine dynasties of Mortal World and Hell are about to be destroyed, and you still display your self-respect here? Today, all of you will die!"
He had lost seven children, all for the sake of the two great dynasties. He had paid with blood and life to gain everything now. His heart was filled with grief and rage to the extreme.
"You are a killing saint, and I am also a killing saint. How about we have a duel between killing saints today?" The aged voice echoed mercilessly.
He had attained the Dao over a thousand years ago. His killing aura boiled, terrifying and boundless. However, Qi Luo was no ordinary man. He accepted on the spot, ready to challenge the veteran killing saint.
Another gaunt figure emerged. The killing saint of the Mortal World reappeared, looking down on the crowd with disdain, as if he didn't care at all that there were still several saints at the entrance.
He swept his gaze over the people of the holy lands, then stared at the Holy Prince, then at Ji Zi, and finally fixed his torch-like gaze on Ye Fan.
"All of you, kill yourselves. I'll give you the mercy of a quick death."
The killing saint of the Mortal World pointed at Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince, speaking mercilessly, showing no fear at all about the fact that the crowd had broken in.
"No matter who comes, it's useless. Wanting to destroy Mortal World and Hell is a fool's dream. What Human Sacred Body, what Ancient Emperor's son—they are all ants. Every single one of you will die!"
His words scraped against everyone's skin like knives, cold and icy. Many cultivators among the holy lands couldn't withstand the sound waves of the killing saint. Their physical bodies split apart, blood flowing in streams, their divine consciousness also extinguished.