# Chapter 1250: Cross-Border Battle
The middle-aged Daoist nun trembled. When she saw Ye Fan raise his finger, she almost screamed. The other two people's bodies went into spasms, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on their skin.
Even with the powerful Junwei Mountain Lord standing guard in front, they still felt chilled to the bone, their hair standing on end. The hellish experience seemed still before their eyes, filling them with fear both physically and mentally.
"Dao brother, you've frightened them terribly. Since they're so pitiful, what harm is there in letting them live?" Junwei Mountain Lord said.
"You see them as pitiful now, but did you see their vicious, ruthless faces not long ago? Poisonous and merciless, they wouldn't stop until I was dead. What I did was merely self-defense and counterattack," Ye Fan said.
"We were wrong. Please, Ye Great Emperor, spare our lives!" One of the three men broke down, shouting loudly, tears and snot streaming down his face. Where was any trace of a powerful expert?
"Great Emperor? You've just stepped onto the trial grounds, and you think he can walk the path of an emperor? Ridiculous!" Someone beside Junwei Mountain Lord sneered.
"Junwei Mountain Lord, save us!" Another person immediately begged him for help, as if grasping at a lifeline.
"Dao brother, how about I owe you a favor? Spare them this once?" Junwei Mountain Lord said, looking at Ye Fan.
He was tall and powerfully built, wearing a purple-gold crown and a qilin robe. He had a pair of purple pupils, and his hair cascaded like a waterfall. He could be called heroic and imposing, like a heavenly king descending to the world.
When his eyes opened and closed, purple light swirled, strands of Dao radiance spilling forth. He possessed the aura of an ancient emperor, extraordinary in every way. Every movement of his hands and feet harmonized with the mysteries of heaven and earth.
Even standing casually, he exuded a dignified dharma appearance, carrying an unquestionable aura that shook people's hearts.
This was absolutely an expert, and a very powerful, rarely matched terrifying figure, with a special imperial Dao aura about him.
"No!" Ye Fan was resolute, refusing with just two words. The middle-aged Daoist nun had pressed him so hard, inciting all the heroes to surround and kill him. How could he just let her go?
Mercy must have its limits; it wasn't meant for everyone. Letting a venomous person go was like cutting yourself with a knife.
"You really don't know when to advance or retreat. Junwei Mountain Lord speaks kindly to you, yet you don't appreciate it. Do you truly think yourself invincible under heaven?" The person who had spoken earlier spoke coldly again.
"I'm killing my enemy. What business is it of yours? Blocking me like this and expecting me to be grateful—what a huge joke!" Ye Fan didn't bother with him, instead looking directly at Junwei Mountain Lord.
"Sigh, Dao friend, there's no need to argue with him. It's just that I have some connection with the female Daoist, so I can't bear to see her die," Junwei Mountain Lord said, still wanting to save her life.
"In that case, my connection with her is even greater. She surrounded and tried to kill me. I absolutely cannot let this go," Ye Fan said.
Behind them, the middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two had pale, bloodless faces. Their lives hung on the thoughts of the two men in front, and they were all tense to the extreme.
"Dao brother, you truly refuse to spare them?" Junwei Mountain Lord asked solemnly.
"No negotiation!" Ye Fan said sternly.
"Junwei Mountain Lord speaks kindly to you, yet you repeatedly refuse. You don't know what's good for you!" Another of the four beside Junwei Mountain Lord spoke, his words icy cold.
"Are these your servants or attendants? Please have them show some restraint," Ye Fan said to Junwei Mountain Lord.
"These are several Dao friends, not my servants," Junwei Mountain Lord said, a look of displeasure appearing on his face.
"You are audacious! Do you think yourself incomparably brave? Before Junwei Mountain Lord, you might be nothing!" One of them shouted, stepping forward aggressively.
Ye Fan's face darkened. "If you bark at me again, I'll kill you directly!"
These words immediately chilled the air, making it incredibly tense. The four beside Junwei Mountain Lord all changed color, about to angrily rebuke.
"Junwei Mountain Lord, he possesses speed surpassing a sage. I suspect he has one of those taboo secret arts from ancient times. In the future, it could evolve into the fastest immortal speed in the universe. It might be of great use to you!" The middle-aged Daoist nun shouted, a flash of viciousness in her eyes as she stared at Ye Fan.
"Pitiful people always have something hateful about them. Junwei Mountain Lord, do you see? Even now, she wants to use your strength to eliminate me," Ye Fan said coldly.
With that, he left an afterimage in place, breaking through Junwei Mountain Lord's defense, about to strike down the middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two.
Behind, the four who came with Junwei Mountain Lord sneered and acted together, sacrificing a palace that took in the middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two.
The crystalline palace shrank, becoming the size of a fist, landing in one person's palm. It was translucent and sparkling, flowing with sacred radiance, thousands of auspicious vapors swirling.
"We have given you enough face, yet you don't know when to advance or retreat. Don't bring harm upon yourself!" One of them warned solemnly.
"Is this your decision?" Ye Fan asked Junwei Mountain Lord coldly.
"I truly want to save them," Junwei Mountain Lord said. Just a few words, but they expressed his stance, killing intent spreading.
"Then I have no choice but to kill without restraint. Whoever blocks me... I will kill!" Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
"Presumptuous! Who do you think you are, speaking to Junwei Mountain Lord like that? If you don't give a good reason, we'll capture and kill you immediately!" One person shouted loudly.
"Don't compare us to those from small worlds or dried-up heavenly domains. We inherit true ancient star domains. We won't tolerate your rashness and rudeness!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's expression turned icy cold. This was clearly premeditated—deliberately provoking, finding a reason to make a move. Otherwise, why would they be so aggressive?
"I said, if you bark again, I'll kill you all!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Several cold snorts sounded. The four people's expressions were icy as they stood in different directions, setting up the Four Symbols Ancient Saint Formation, wanting to suppress him.
"Dao brother won't let go, then I have no choice but to offend. I only want to save a life. Why must you be so cold-blooded?" At this moment, Junwei Mountain Lord spoke, a hint of coldness in his tone.
Ye Fan understood that these people couldn't have just entered the trial grounds. Since they hadn't saved Lan Feng, Hong Liu, and the others, then helping the middle-aged Daoist nun was just a pretext, not their true intention.
"Hypocritical people," Ye Fan said, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"People who don't know how to choose. Kind words don't work. Do we have to beat you until you submit? Forcing us to make a move," one person rebuked.
"Slap!"
At this moment, Ye Fan moved. Extremely fast, he turned into a bolt of lightning, appearing beside that person. A palm strike shot out, golden light flowing, producing a crisp sound.
Ye Fan's speed was too astonishing. The Four Symbols Formation showed a flaw, unable to intercept him. He delivered a heavy slap, sending that person flying sideways.
Pfft!
Blood splattered. Half of that person's face was torn off, blood dripping. His chin was gone. He crashed into a distant stone wall with a thunderous boom, dust flying everywhere.
Hundreds of ancient trees broke. A human-shaped hole appeared in that stone mountain. The scene fell silent for a long moment before that person crawled out hatefully.
He had lost his lower jawbone, his entire face twisted, bloody and terrifying. A beast-like low growl came from his throat.
"Courting death," Ye Fan said flatly. Though he hadn't taken this person's life, such a slap was hardly better than killing him.
The others all changed color. They never imagined Ye Fan was so terrifying, much stronger than they had anticipated.
"Brother Ye, you are forcing me to fight you!" Junwei Mountain Lord's face darkened.
"I'm killing my enemy, and you block me. You want me to be grateful. If I refuse to back down, that's forcing you to make a move. What strong logic," Ye Fan said, killing intent spreading from his body as he stepped forward step by step, facing these people. "Whoever blocks me, I will kill!"
This was an invincible dominance. His words were resounding, shaking people's hearts. This was no joke.
He walked straight toward one person. That person held a fist-sized palace in his hand, crystalline and translucent. The middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two could be seen inside.
"Then I have no choice but to make a move!" Junwei Mountain Lord shouted loudly. Primordial chaos energy surged. Chaos laws appeared, as if heaven and earth were being created. He threw a fierce punch.
Boom, boom...
Ten consecutive strikes. Heaven and earth shook violently. Mountains turned to ash, high peaks became smoke. The desolate mountain range was leveled. Four great rivers and over a dozen huge lakes were all evaporated!
This was a terrifying confrontation. Even Ye Fan's heart trembled. He had to admit, Junwei Mountain Lord was extremely terrifying, able to clash head-on with him.
Ten years of conquest, ten years of bloody battle. This was one of the most terrifying opponents Ye Fan had ever encountered. Worthy of coming from a true ancient star domain, this was a powerhouse showing signs of invincibility.
After the ten most ferocious strikes, Junwei Mountain Lord didn't look back. He turned and left, his entire body wrapped in chaotic light, carrying the other four as they rushed into the distance.
Very fast. Chaos energy turned into a river of light, carrying them hundreds of li in an instant, disappearing into the depths of the devastated land.
Ye Fan, carrying killing intent, followed unhurriedly, giving chase.
This place was adjacent to the Thirty-Seventh Zone. Junwei Mountain Lord and the others flashed and disappeared, crossing the border and going deep inside.
Ye Fan had a cold smile on his lips. He thought for a moment but didn't immediately follow. He was waiting for the Dragon Horse, preparing to cross the border together to kill the enemy.
Finally, after a moment, a long neigh came. The Dragon Horse appeared, its entire body blazing with flames. It had dealt with all the mounts and killed its way here.
"What just happened? It felt like the whole world was about to turn over," the Dragon Horse said suspiciously.
"I encountered an enemy, very powerful, from an ancient star domain, not some small divine world," Ye Fan said.
Soon after, one man and one horse entered the Thirty-Seventh Zone. This region was equally vast and boundless. Deep mountain ranges, towering ancient trees, apes crying, tigers roaring.
The deeper they went, the greater the pressure on their bodies. Eventually, it was like carrying a great mountain as they moved forward. The million-jin shackles arrived as expected, taking form.
On Ye Fan and the Dragon Horse's hands and feet, blood-colored shackles appeared, flowing with crystalline luster, heavy as the heavens.
If ordinary cultivators were bound by these, they would certainly be crushed, their bones breaking, their flesh turning to mud. Even among those walking the strongest trial path, many couldn't withstand it.
This was a powerful restraint!
But Ye Fan and the Dragon Horse didn't care at all, treating it entirely as training. They went deep into the Thirty-Seventh Zone, searching for Junwei Mountain Lord and his group.
They walked into the depths of a mountain range. The desolate, primeval aura hit them. Strange beasts roamed everywhere, savage birds cried in the sky. At the same time, a wave of hostility came at them.
Ahead, there was an open area. Junwei Mountain Lord and the others stood there, looking at them coldly. They too wore blood-colored shackles, flashing with terrifying light.
"Why aren't you running?" the Dragon Horse mocked.
"We never ran. We merely retreated here. We'll hunt you here, choosing a fine graveyard for you!" one of them said coldly.
Ye Fan's gaze was like a sword, sweeping over them. Finally, a trace of killing intent appeared as he strode forward.
"Let me!" The Dragon Horse couldn't wait. Though carrying million-jin shackles, heavy as a mountain, greatly affecting its movement, it still turned into a blaze of fire, displaying extraordinary speed.
"Chi!"
Two people on the opposite side moved together, their movements even faster. They dodged the Dragon Horse's massive hooves. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled. Laws intertwined as they activated sacred artifacts to suppress and kill.
The Dragon Horse was startled and quickly retreated, almost being suppressed by the opponent's speed. It was deeply surprised, muttering, "Do they also know the Stride Art?"
Ye Fan shook his head. "This is their home ground. Their shackles are fake."
"What?" The Dragon Horse was shocked.
"They were originally in the Thirty-Seventh Zone. They only entered the Thirty-Sixth Zone to lure us over, using secret techniques to disguise themselves," Ye Fan said.
"Sinister and vicious," the Dragon Horse gritted its teeth.
"Correct. We entered from the Thirty-Seventh Zone entrance, used magnetic secret techniques to disguise ourselves, entered the Thirty-Sixth Zone to lure you here. Do you really think we were inferior to you just now?!" The cultivator whose chin Ye Fan had slapped repaired his injured body, speaking darkly and coldly, carrying hatred.
Junwei Mountain Lord's body emitted strands of chaos energy, even stronger than before. He stood there like a divine king reborn, his purple eyes like lightning!
"I originally wanted to cross borders for training. The million-jin shackles are a tempering for me. Having them is the best!" Ye Fan was extremely dominant, not treating the shackles as a burden at all. At this moment, he struck with full force.
Boom!
Behind him, the Golden Divine Treasury appeared. This was a golden world. Dao bells, heavenly pagodas, immortal swords, ancient mirrors—all were golden, dazzling and brilliant. They all flew out, attacking without discrimination.
The people in front were greatly shocked. They resisted with all their strength, various magical artifacts appearing. Sacred artifacts were fully revived, suppressing and killing.
"Clang!"
From the golden treasury, dozens or even hundreds of golden divine weapons, each dazzling and brilliant, as if forged from Dao Tribulation Gold, terrifying and boundless.
These weapons shot out together, all slashing at a jade palace. This was naturally a sacred artifact, but it shattered on the spot, unable to withstand the attack of this secret art, destroyed here!
"Ah..." The owner of the palace was pained but couldn't change this reality.
This was a rare treasure, but it couldn't resist the secret art from the ancient emperor's forbidden chapter. It was destroyed here, becoming scrap.
The middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two all fell to the ground, their faces pale. They escaped from the shattered sacred artifact palace, their bodies trembling, not a trace of color on their faces.
They were terrified to the extreme, knowing that great disaster was about to befall them. Now there was truly nowhere to hide. No path to heaven, no door to earth.
Being chased like dogs, they originally thought meeting Junwei Mountain Lord could save them, but now it seemed they still couldn't escape death.
The person before them was too dominant. Crossing borders to chase and kill, still like a demon god, possessing an invincible momentum!
"Before the real battle begins, I'll deal with you first," Ye Fan said coldly.
"No!" The middle-aged Daoist nun screamed in terror. The other two directly collapsed to the ground, limp.
"Stop!" Junwei Mountain Lord wanted to stop them, moving like a dragon or tiger, charging forward.
"Pfft"
The golden light behind Ye Fan's Golden Divine Treasury blazed even brighter. Dozens of golden magical artifacts flew out, in an instant cutting the middle-aged Daoist nun and the other two into bloody mud, their primordial spirits completely destroyed.
"If I want to kill you, no one can save you!" Ye Fan's icy words echoed through the mountain range, revealing powerful confidence. Even if a god came, they would be cut down.
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