# Chapter 1205: Divine Dynasty Collapse
The dried-up chaotic divine land split apart, unable to withstand the impact of the lightning tribulation and the broken ancient formations left behind by ancient deities. Starlight spilled in.
The people from the various Holy Lands were dumbfounded. The battle had developed faster than anyone expected. The assassination saints from Mortal World and Hell were both dead, their white bone frames reduced to ashes.
Ye Fan's combat power was unimaginably powerful. Having personally killed two saints, he would absolutely shake the world!
People knew that once this battle ended, the entire ancient star would be greatly shaken. The Human Sacred Body was using his brilliant achievements to announce to the world—he had returned!
"Hell and Mortal World are on the verge of destruction. What are you all waiting for? Join forces and clean up the mess."
The battle was not over yet, because the ancient divine dynasty still had some assassins alive—all core elites. If they escaped, they would surely become hidden dangers years later.
Qi Luo shook the head in his hand into pieces and charged toward the bone hall.
"Don't let a single one escape! Avenge our ancestors!"
"Retrieve the ancient ancestor's head, wash away all shame and humiliation, destroy the two divine dynasties!"
The battle cries shook the heavens. Even the true assassination saints had fallen—what waves could they still make? Everyone charged forward.
The Holy Lands were invigorated, fighting bravely as they rushed toward the bone hall, because that was the foundation and ancestral land of the two divine dynasties. After endless years of accumulation, there must be boundless treasures.
Inside the bone hall, an emaciated figure with greenish-gleaming eyes and fingers like black iron hooks raised a hand and turned a group of intruders into bloody mist.
An assassination saint!
There was still one more assassination saint, emitting overwhelming killing intent, coldly staring at everyone like an ancient corpse, icy and bone-piercing.
The two divine dynasties had excavated their ancestral land, only discovering part of their foundation. They had unearthed an assassination saint king, who was subdued by Wei Yi and taken into the depths of the universe.
One assassination saint remained—this person. He wanted to flee, wanted to hide and assassinate, but had no opportunity. Qi Luo had already locked onto him.
Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince had just advanced in rank. Together, they pressed forward and surrounded him.
"Ao wuu..." Black Emperor howled. The previous battle had not gone smoothly, but now he roared and charged in as well. He could definitely threaten a saint.
On the other side, the old woman from the Zi Mansion Holy Land gazed sharply, also watching, ready to strike at any moment.
"Kill!"
This person was straightforward. He took the initiative to attack Qi Luo, his natural enemy, wanting to smash through and open a bloody path.
As a fellow assassination saint, he knew that only by killing Qi Luo would he have hope of survival. Otherwise, he would surely be entangled and have no chance to live.
Above Qi Luo's head, a sparkling ancient pagoda appeared, forged from saint bones, defending against the attack. The blood-dissolving knife in his hand split heaven and earth, drawing in the light of stars and moon to sweep down like a heavenly river cascading, with an aura as deep as the abyss.
He had lost seven of his sons, and now he was in a special state. His spirit energy had risen to its peak, his battle intent was high, and he had an invincible aura.
The assassination saint was immediately wounded, staggering backward. The starlight and moonlight all crashed onto his body. His bones cracked, dozens breaking.
The life-slaying grand art was useless. Surrounded by enemies, he could only fight like a cornered beast.
The Holy Prince swung his great iron staff, like beating an immortal drum. Wind and thunder roared, the sound deep and muffled, causing the void to explode from the impact.
The assassination saint was squeezed in the middle, unable to dodge or retreat. Forced to meet the attack, he was shaken by this immense force and coughed blood.
In this world, how many could compete with an ancient emperor's descendant in physical strength?
Ji Zi pressed his hands together, forming a shape like a full moon suspended above his head, emitting blinding light like a divine moon.
An ancient mirror took form, appearing between his hands. Above his head, its aura was peaceful, and it quickly shot out a terrifying immortal ray!
"Pu"
The assassination saint's chest was pierced through, a horrifying bloody hole blasted open. Multiple ribs were broken, half his body stained red with blood.
The assassination saint's pupils flickered uncertainly. Surrounded by several experts, the terrifying aura pressing down on him made it hard to breathe, as if trapped in a swamp, difficult to resist.
"Ao hou..." Black Emperor roared loudly, with a bronze head and iron arms, directly pouncing. His huge claw pressed down like a small mountain.
At the same time, Ye Fan stepped forward. His indestructible golden body shone brilliantly, his form enveloped by divine phenomena, wanting to kill the great enemy with his bare hands.
Blood blossoms bloomed. How could one assassination saint withstand the pouncing of a pack of tigers? Black Emperor almost tore out his heart, while Ye Fan directly ripped off his right arm. Saint blood dripped, bloody and brutal.
Saint-slaying!
There was absolutely no suspense. With these experts attacking together, escaping was harder than reaching the heavens.
With the final strike, they blasted the assassination saint into a cloud of blood mist, leaving only the shattered primordial spirit for Qi Luo to explore.
"Four world stones—these will be the foundation for us to open a divine small realm!" The assassination saint put away his grief, revealing a trace of joy.
Both Hell and Mortal World were destroyed. Their ancestral realms had each given birth to a precious world stone, stored here.
And the dried-up chaotic divine land was itself a divine product among small realms, having given birth to two world stones, now collected in the bone hall—priceless.
"Charge! The ancient hall contains many sacred objects that can compensate for our losses in this battle!" Assassination Saint Qi Luo said.
Black Emperor and Dragon Horse didn't say a word. They sprinted wildly, charging into the hall, beginning the most frenzied looting in history, taking whatever they saw.
In the end, they even accidentally swept several beautiful female assassins into their artifact space.
"Kill ah..."
At this moment, all the sects went berserk. Those who hadn't made a move earlier now charged like fierce tigers down a mountain, incredibly ferocious.
The people from the various Holy Lands all rushed toward the ancient hall, none willing to fall half a step behind.
War chariots rumbled, crushing over broken dao marks. An endless army destroyed ancient halls one after another, marking the end of the ancient divine dynasty.
Men shouted and horses neighed. Reinforcements from the Holy Lands arrived. Ferocious beast mounts trampled through the sky, collapsing the heavens, rolling in like a steel flood.
Among them were actually saints!
At the final moment, when dividing the treasures, some Holy Lands had even mobilized their foundations, causing the people of Heavenly Village to fume with anger.
The Ji Family, Yao Chi, Wind Clan, Dao Yi, Zi Mansion, Jiang Family and other Holy Lands also looked somewhat coldly at these opportunistic ancient sects, very dissatisfied.
"This bone hall has a share for our Four Symbols Holy Land." An old man riding a golden-eyed green-scaled beast shouted loudly, leading a group of strong warriors approaching.
During the battle, they were nowhere to be seen, hiding at the very back. But when it came time to divide the treasures of the ancient divine dynasty, they rushed to the front, blocking the people of Heavenly Court.
"Who are you? Did you contribute during the battle? Why weren't you seen earlier?" Old Knife Handle asked.
"Our heritage is ancient. We are called the Four Symbols Holy Land. This bone hall contains the skulls of our ancestors, and we have come to retrieve them today," the old man said.
"Naturally, our Nine Heavens Holy Land cannot be left out either." On the other side, ancient war chariots drove over, each covered in rust but surrounded by terrifying battle energy—all were precious weapons.
Another Holy Land had arrived, wanting to divide the treasures. During the battle just now, they had hidden in some corner, not charging forward to fight.
"What a joke. When it was time to contribute, you were nowhere to be seen. At this critical moment, you rush to the front one by one. Aren't you ashamed?" an old man from Heavenly Village said.
"We have come with all our hearts. Setting aside other matters, the mere fact that our ancestors' bones lie here gives us the right to enter. There's no need for you remnants of Heavenly Court to say more. If we're being strict, you should also accept judgment and be executed!" an old woman from the Nine Heavens Holy Land said sinisterly.
The two ancient divine dynasties had inherited for endless years, even assassinating saints without hesitation. The divine treasures they had accumulated were simply incalculable—no one could imagine how much.
Perhaps they could instantly reorganize two Holy Lands from this, making people envious. Their rush to divide the treasures was naturally driven by human greed.
But to pin a terrible hat on the people of Heavenly Village at this moment was going too far—their intentions were worthy of death!
Ye Fan stepped forward, standing with brows raised, glaring at them. Only one word came from his mouth: "Scram!"
A man's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Ye Fan had been famous in the world for so many years, having killed ancient imperial princes, challenged all the ancestral kings of the world, fought bloody battles all the way until now—his prestige was immense. These people's expressions immediately froze. Though extremely angry, they didn't dare to fall out.
"Ye Fan, you are famous throughout the world and can indeed suppress one side, but you must also speak reason. Why don't you allow us to occupy the bone hall? Aren't they remnants of Heavenly Court?" the people of Four Symbols Holy Land demanded.
"They also belong to the assassination divine dynasty—remnants that should be killed. Am I wrong?" an old woman from the Nine Heavens Holy Land sneered.
Hong!
Ye Fan's body emitted immeasurable light. Golden blood energy flooded this place, spreading out like an ocean surging.
"Pu"
The people in front coughed up large mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying. Several old men also turned pale, retreating step by step.
"Do you want to die?" Ye Fan's expression was cold, his words quite direct, showing no mercy.
"You... want to defy the world's condemnation?!" they shouted, outwardly tough but inwardly weak.
Ye Fan's voice was stern, shouting loudly: "The Heavenly Court of the past has long turned to smoke, breached and completely destroyed by the Holy Lands. The Heavenly Court I founded is no longer an assassination divine dynasty. Slandering my sect, bringing great disaster upon us—your intentions are worthy of death!"
His voice was like a blade, cutting into everyone's hearts. Wherever his gaze swept, these people retreated, not daring to meet his eyes.
Ye Fan's indestructible golden body had blood energy so vigorous it was unmatched in the world. As he stepped forward, he shook these people until they coughed blood and retreated, nearly shattering on the spot.
"You..."
"Even if Heavenly Court is not remnants of assassins, what right do you have to stop us from entering the bone hall? The treasures of Hell and Mortal World belong to the world—we have our share."
Though their faces were pale as snow and they involuntarily retreated, their mouths did not yield.
"What a joke. Where were you during the battle? Nowhere to be seen, all hiding at the very back. But when it comes to dividing treasures, you're more eager than anyone!" Ye Fan swept his gaze over these Holy Lands, his expression cold and icy.
Behind him, Black Emperor, Dragon Horse, Dongfang Ye, and even the Holy Prince and others all glared coldly, pressing forward.
Ye Fan continued: "Even now, the battle is not over. Wei Yi the Great Sage and others have gone deep into the star domain to fight great enemies, while my disciple is also battling various foes. What have you done? Can't wait to come here and divide the treasures?!"
He shouted angrily, his expression extremely cold.
In the distance, Ye Tong was in the midst of battle, facing off against the divine son of Hell. As he had said years ago, he was fighting his former nemesis on behalf of his master!
He had just severed the dao. In terms of absolute strength, he was no match for the divine son of Hell, after all—this was a peerless genius cultivated by a divine dynasty, having severed the dao many years ago.
But Ye Tong did not retreat. Even if covered in blood and severely wounded, he still fought, tempering himself.
Of course, Ji Zi and others were watching, avoiding any real accidents.
On the other side, Little Sparrow, Gu Lin, and Gu Fei were also fighting. The people of Heavenly Village were battling the assassins.
And the forces of the Ji Family, Zi Mansion, Wind Clan, Yao Chi, Jiang Family, and Dao Yi Holy Land had not stopped either, still clashing with the remaining assassins, cleaning up the mess.
"Have you fought? What contribution have you made? Have you shed a single drop of blood? What face do you have to come and demand a share of the treasures? And you harbor evil intentions, slandering my Heavenly Court... All of you, SCRAM!" Ye Fan said domineeringly, blocking everyone's path.
These people's faces were pale as snow, unable to speak. Blood trickled from the corners of their mouths as they retreated into the distance.
"Young man, know when to stop. Don't push people too far..." An aged voice came, shaking heaven and earth, saintly might spreading.
"In this world, there is the word 'reason.' If it cannot be spoken to certain people, there is also the word 'kill'!" Ye Fan countered tit for tat, standing firm in the sky.
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