# Chapter 1247: Devouring the Wolves with One Breath
One punch!
Just one punch, and Ye Fan blasted apart this insolent speaker. Blood mist scattered as the man shattered into pieces, his body broken apart in the mountain terrain.
He had been impatient to charge in first, and the moment he provoked, Ye Fan smashed him into fragments with a golden fist. Even in death, he couldn't believe it.
That terror accompanied the end of his life. In that final instant, he was filled with such regret. Unfortunately, time could not be reversed. His life imprint completely dimmed and vanished.
Blood stained the weeds. Bone fragments fell among the withered branches and fallen leaves. The bloody scene was shocking and horrifying. Ye Fan paid it no heed, turning around to stare at the distant mountain ridges.
The moment he entered, he had sensed a trace of dangerous aura, as if a powerful creature was secretly watching from the shadows. In a brief glance, he only caught sight of a pair of cyan eyes retreating into the distance.
Thus, he had stood on the green stone, back facing the entrance, motionless, gazing into the distance at a terrifying creature.
Hoofbeats shook the heavens. The Dragon Horse, its body blazing with crimson flames, turned into a divine bolt of lightning as it rushed back, revealing a solemn expression. "There really is a monster. Cyan light flashed, traveling a thousand li in an instant. I didn't chase after it."
Ye Fan pondered, then walked deeper into the Fallen Saint Island. Entering such a mysterious ancient island could not go smoothly. No matter what strange events occurred, it was not surprising.
This was an island filled with primeval wildness, larger than a continent, floating in the cold cosmos, eternal and undying.
Even living ancient stars might not have such vast territory. Even divided into fifty zones, each region was vast enough.
Towering ancient peaks and lofty mountain ranges stood like demon walls erected between heaven and earth, stretching ahead. Giant ancient trees rooted in the soil flourished with vigorous life force.
Countless ancient vines intertwined, each as thick as a water vat. No one knew how many years they had grown. They coiled like horned dragons, clinging to giant mountains and hanging down from ten-thousand-zhang cliffs.
Wild apes roared—clearly ancient desolate mutant species, their bodies blood-red, fur several feet long, standing dozens of zhang tall. They leaped from one massive mountain peak to another, their howls splitting the heavens.
This was a wild primeval world, preserving the most primitive features. There were many ancient medicines—those with several thousand years of age were not uncommon, and some had survived for tens of thousands of years.
Within the mountain ranges, apes howled and tigers roared, presenting a completely prehistoric scene.
Ye Fan went far away. Behind him, chaos erupted as the others entered, immediately discovering the blood mist and shattered bones. Everyone's expression changed.
This was a strange ancient path. Before entering, one could not see the scene on this end. No one had witnessed Ye Fan shattering that man with a single punch.
"Truly ruthless and merciless, without a moment's hesitation, killing very cleanly."
"He killed a fellow Daoist in such a short time. His combat power cannot be underestimated. Everyone must be careful!"
The middle-aged Daoist nun entered, her face dark as she warned the crowd. To avoid being ambushed by Ye Fan, they must stick together.
Red Willow nodded. "Correct. This man is sinister and vicious. He will definitely try to block and kill us. We must be on guard. But with so many people walking together, even if he has heaven-defying abilities, he will die!"
In fact, Ye Fan paid no attention to what was behind him at all. He had no intention of ambushing anyone. He went straight into the depths of the trial ground, his mind clear and empty, comprehending the Dao of this place.
Outside the Fallen Saint Island, in the dark cosmos, a group of cultivators were all moved. More than twenty powerful individuals had entered. No one believed Ye Fan could safely pass this trial.
In the distance, the twelfth of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders was about to urge his mount forward, but the second-in-command, seated on the Azure Dragon, stopped him.
"So many people have gone in. Why join the commotion? We can quietly await the bloody result. No matter which side wins, it's fine."
The leader, seated on the sacred beast Azure Wolf, was bare-chested, his wheat-colored body strong as if cast in bronze. He nodded coldly.
The group, carrying powerful killing intent, charged straight into the forty-second zone. No one wanted to provoke them. They were too powerful, their battle aura soaring to the heavens like a tsunami crashing against the shore.
"Lord Junwei Mountain, which zone are we going to?" someone asked before the Fallen Saint Island.
Lord Junwei Mountain was a powerful seed-level expert, but he did not choose first. He waited until everyone had gone deep, leaving only four followers beside him.
"Wait a little longer." He was born with purple pupils, wore a Qilin robe, and a purple-gold crown. He was very heroic, bearing the aura of an ancient Great Sage.
In the thirty-sixth zone, an eagle cry pierced the sky. A wolf-eagle soared through the air, its wings spanning a hundred zhang. It had the head of a gray wolf and the body of an eagle, striking through the azure sky. Then it dove rapidly toward a valley, grabbed a mammoth over ten meters long, tore it apart beneath the sky, and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls.
Blood dripped down. This was a prehistoric scene of the strong preying on the weak.
Ye Fan did not ride the Dragon Horse. Instead, he measured this land on foot, advancing through the Fallen Saint Island, capturing traces of the Dao that had existed since ancient times.
A grove of parasol trees wreathed in blazing fire blocked the way ahead, rooted among volcanic clusters. Cyan flames leaped, very different from what was usually seen.
"These are ancient parasol trees where phoenix descendants dwell. I didn't expect such a large grove here. Could there be a sacred bird?" the Dragon Horse gazed into the distance.
Volcano after volcano connected into a stretch, flames blazing. Yet those cyan giant trees grew vigorously, not withering. Their leaves were brilliant, presenting a unique phenomenon.
Boom!
A terrifying aura rushed forth. Sacred might surged from the parasol tree grove, sending cyan flames billowing into the sky. A giant cyan bird stood atop an ancient parasol tree thousands of zhang tall, its cyan pupils piercing the soul.
"So it was you!" the Dragon Horse cried out.
When they first entered the Fallen Saint Island, they had sensed someone spying on them. It was this Azure Luan, a descendant of the phoenix race, a powerful ancient Saint.
Another phoenix cry shook the ancient land, splitting the sky. Not far away, on an even taller ancient tree, another Azure Luan stared with hostility.
On the ancient branches, there was an ancient nest with cyan flames dancing. Life aura came from within. Four spirited little Azure Luans were peeking out, blinking their eyes, looking lively and adorable.
Two ancient Saint-level Azure Luans had given birth to four little creatures. They guarded here nervously, sensing the terrifying blood energy within Ye Fan's body, vast as an ocean.
"I have no ill intentions, nor do I wish to disturb you," Ye Fan said, passing through with the Dragon Horse, not breaking the peace of this place.
Finally, he chose a giant mountain. The summit was barren, with only a green stone. It had originally been a nine-orifice stone man, but someone had pierced it with a sword, preventing it from growing and emerging.
"This sword strike... was at least delivered by a Great Sage!" Ye Fan sighed softly.
The sword mark was very ancient, existing for at least a million years, yet cold killing intent still seeped out, never dispersing.
In the end, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, comprehending an unchanging Dao between heaven and earth, beginning the task of this trial.
The Dragon Horse also stood to one side, gazing at the vast land, connecting with the order and laws of heaven, cultivating.
"You are truly calm. Your life is not guaranteed, yet you sit here cross-legged, wanting to complete the trial? Wishful thinking!" A cold voice came.
Shadowy figures appeared—twenty-two people on the opposite giant mountain. That lofty peak pierced the clouds, very magnificent, with white waterfalls cascading down, presenting an extraordinary scene.
Ye Fan opened his eyes, like two lightning bolts sweeping across. He paid them no attention and closed his eyes again. Ancient medicines on the cliff crevices emitted fragrance, making his body and mind empty and ethereal.
"Everyone sees it, right? How arrogant and conceited he is. Does he truly think he is an unparalleled expert? Ridiculous!"
"Hmm, I greatly dislike him. Everyone, how shall we kill him?"
The twenty-two surrounded the area, flying to different peaks. Killing intent filled the air, their gazes cold, ready to strike at any moment.
"I have no enmity with you, yet you force me like this. I want to forgive you, but it's hard..." Ye Fan stood up.
The middle-aged Daoist nun's eyes were sinister. "You slaughtered my mount, and you say there's no enmity? Today cannot end peacefully. First, kill your own mount, and I might give you a dignified death."
"Give him a dignified death? That definitely won't do!" The woman in red shook her head with a cold smile. Her waist was as slender as a willow, soft as if boneless. Her name was Red Willow, living up to her name. She sneered, "So many of us have come, making such a big fuss. Killing him directly would be too merciful."
"I was just saying that. How could I kill him with one sword strike?" The middle-aged Daoist nun smiled cruelly.
The group pressed forward. Various flowing lights flickered. Some powerful sacred artifacts were awakening. They came from different ancient star domains, famous in their respective starry skies, so they naturally possessed world-shaking secret weapons.
The Heaven-Demon Umbrella covering the sky, the War God Whip several li long, the Heaven-Overturning Seal like a mountain, the blood-colored giant sword tearing the sky apart... each was dazzling, killing intent filling the wilderness.
One must say, this was a terrifying group of cultivators. They could obliterate several Saints. United, they were difficult to resist!
"I'll give you a chance. Kneel down, admit you are a killing Saint, beg for our forgiveness, then cripple your own cultivation. You can leave alive, but never again dream of treading the strongest trial ancient path." Blue Maple said calmly, his blue clothes fluttering, transcendent and refined, exuding a trace of immortal aura.
The middle-aged Daoist nun smiled, nodding continuously, extremely cruel.
"Are your last words all finished?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
Everyone's expression froze. Such humiliation, yet the other party remained calm as still water. This made their hearts turn cold. They had failed to disturb his mind, instead unsettling themselves.
"Your Dragon ancestor has tolerated you long enough. All of you, roll over and offer your heads!" the Dragon Horse roared.
Ye Fan stood on the mountain peak, not hiding anything, releasing his powerful battle aura. It surged like an ocean, sweeping across the vast land.
His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes like cold lightning. Though he stood alone, he had an aura that could devour ten thousand li. His divine bearing was supreme, looking down on the world.
"Kill!"
These people sensed something was wrong and struck together. The Heaven-Demon Umbrella covered the sun, the Heaven-Overturning Seal sank the earth, various sacred artifacts flew, terrifying and overwhelming!
But most terrifying were several forbidden artifacts that exploded, definitely capable of destroying several ancient Saints. These were vicious great killing weapons.
In almost an instant, a thousand li radius was leveled to the ground. The earth sank thousands of zhang. In this region, not a blade of grass grew. All mountain ranges disappeared.
These were Saint-level forbidden artifacts, refined specifically to kill ancient Saints. These people had brought them onto the stellar ancient road, specially used to deal with peerless experts. Now they were offered up immediately, showing their determination to kill Ye Fan.
For anyone else, even an ancient Saint who had attained the Dao for many years, they would undoubtedly die at this moment. Because there was no way to avoid it—who could be faster than the light of exploding sacred artifacts?
Ye Fan was an exception. He was faster than the sacred artifact fragments. Even sacred light could not strike him. He had cultivated the Stride Art to the realm of divine mastery. In that brief instant, time seemed to freeze.
He wrapped up the Dragon Horse, flashing to a thousand li away in an instant. He stood quietly on a mountain peak, watching everything coldly.
These people were very ruthless. A total of several Saint-level forbidden artifacts had exploded. This could kill any ancient imperial prince without issue. Even a heroic talent contending on the Imperial Path would only regret if struck.
If not for the supreme formation laid on the Fallen Saint Island, the blast would have spread further, completely piercing the island and shattering it.
"He... didn't die! He's there!" Everyone turned around and saw Ye Fan. Their hearts sank, and fear arose.
The Dragon Horse roared angrily, "Bastards, you all must die. Do you really think I'm a vegetarian? Ten years of bloodshed, ten years of conquest. If not for wanting enough benefits on the strongest trial path, this lord would have become a Saint long ago!" It turned into a red light and charged over.
"Those who can walk this path, who among them is ordinary? You're not the only special one!" the middle-aged Daoist nun said coldly.
"Everyone, work together. Kill them!" the blue-clothed man shouted coldly.
Boom!
Ye Fan arrived before the Dragon Horse, faster. He turned into a golden divine bolt, carrying surging blood energy, striking over.
His attack was simple and direct—a golden fist. Divine might surged three thousand li. A hurricane swept the ground, sending mountains a thousand li away flying into the air.
"Pfft"
The foremost person's body split open, then shattered. Together with his magic treasure, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist, pierced through by that golden fist.
Rumble!
With every move Ye Fan made, sounds of mountains collapsing and seas roaring came. Golden blood energy surged to the heavens. He was like a war god, unmatched and world-shaking. He threw six consecutive punches—this was the true meaning of Six Paths Reincarnation. In an instant, six more people exploded!
Blood mist filled the air. Even two terrifying sacred artifacts shattered. Sacred light boiled, terrifying and boundless!
"This... is he still human? He... destroyed sacred artifacts with his bare hands!" Some were terrified, their souls trembling.
"Leave a few for this lord!" the Dragon Horse shouted.
"You go kill all their mounts. Don't let a single one escape!" Ye Fan said.
Hum!
Red Willow's Heaven-Overturning Seal fell. This was a famous magic treasure. Though not the seal of a Quasi-Emperor-level figure from ancient times, it could still shatter the sun and moon.
However, Ye Fan's battle aura surged to the heavens. His whole body shone with golden light, obscuring the sun, moon, and starry river. Like a deity descending to the world, he slapped toward the high sky, sending the Heaven-Overturning Seal flying. Cracks appeared on its surface!
"What... kind of person have we provoked!?" Red Willow's heart and gall turned cold. For the first time, she regretted her decision. This man was too terrifying.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan's palm swept across. Red Willow's lower body instantly became a cloud of blood mist, completely shattered. She screamed miserably as her upper body flew backward, hair disheveled, face full of terror.
But the golden battle aura surged to the heavens. The residual waves cleaned away everything below her neck, turning it into bloody mud. Only her head flew off at an angle.
"Save me!" She was scared out of her wits.
The middle-aged Daoist nun's hairs stood on end. She caught the head in her hands, her face pale. This was simply a god of slaughter. They had provoked a demon king they should not have.
Ye Fan slaughtered in all directions. Golden battle energy surged. He devoured ten thousand li with one breath. Opening his mouth, he let out a clear cry. The Om syllable vibrated out. Several powerful experts in front shattered one after another. Blood mist scattered. The mountain peaks a thousand li away turned to dust!