# Chapter 1259: I Am the Law
The long street was so quiet that the sound of a falling needle could be heard. The blood mist dispersed, revealing broken bones scattered everywhere, mixed with the corpses of savage beasts and shattered weapons.
The young man in purple robes stood in the middle of the long street, having publicly killed a strong member of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders. It was a shocking sight, as if an invincible demon god had descended upon the world.
At this moment, only Ye Fan before the small tavern remained calm and composed. His tall figure stood with robes fluttering, untouched by any dust, as he raised his cup in salute to the purple-robed man on the street.
"War smoke rises, the heavens come into view, the ancient immortal realm appears. Sword aura like frost, devouring stars and rivers with reckless abandon, cutting down endless enemies along the ancient path, their blood..."
Ye Fan drained his cup and casually threw the wine glass onto the street. In the absolute silence, only the sound of the shattering cup echoed, cracking in everyone's hearts.
Everyone's expression changed. At this critical moment, one purple-robed strongman was already arrogant enough, sweeping the long street with his iron sword, stirring up trouble on all sides. Now another person stepped forward, speaking with such reckless words—how could they not draw attention? This was a serious provocation.
Some of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders glared coldly, while the soldiers who had arrived also watched with merciless eyes, surrounding the area.
The battle temporarily ceased because soldiers from the First Pass of the Human Clan had arrived, separating the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders and coldly staring down the purple-robed man in the center of the street.
Although the fighting had stopped, the atmosphere grew even more tense. No one knew how many people had gathered, all watching the developments on the long street.
"You killed someone in public, showing contempt for the city's laws. No matter which star domain you come from, you will pay with your life to uphold the law!" the soldier commander said coldly.
His body was filled with vigorous blood energy, black iron armor covering his powerful frame. The bronze halberd in his hand emitted a killing aura that split the sky, exuding a sense of oppression.
Everyone was greatly shocked. These soldiers were extremely powerful—especially this man, who was many times stronger than most trial participants.
This forced people to think deeply. They were a group of failures—not defeated here, but meeting their downfall deeper in the starry sky. One could only imagine the invincible talents they must have encountered.
In a sense, even though these soldiers had retreated, having set out on their journey more than a decade earlier, they were still undisputed heroes.
This gate-keeping soldier commander was astonishing!
Not long ago, the young purple-robed strongman had not stopped when the commander shouted at him. Instead, before they could arrive, he had punched and shattered the Eleventh of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders, slapping their faces.
Now, the soldier commander's cold attack was naturally not surprising. Everyone knew the purple-robed strongman was in serious trouble, his life hanging by a thread.
"Don't you ask why I killed them?" the purple-robed man said.
"Why bother asking? Kill without mercy!" the commander said coldly, issuing the order. He didn't want to hear any explanation and intended to execute him immediately.
There were eighteen soldiers in total, each moving with the stride of a dragon or tiger, all heroes of their domains. Though they had been defeated in the starry sky, retreating here still made them strong.
Each wore iron armor, each with an extraordinary bearing. They were unwilling to retreat and still carried a pride in their hearts.
The commander was very powerful, a special figure. But even so, his authority couldn't make all of them attack together.
Only eight soldiers stepped forward—his subordinates, bound to him by deep friendship, who wouldn't resist his orders. Their eyes flashed with cold light as they charged straight at Ye Fan's Dao Body.
Beside the long street, Ye Fan's true body laughed loudly: "How domineering! Truly worthy of elite soldiers. Holding the power of life and death, looking down on the ancient city, able to kill anyone with a single word."
"Who are you? Are you an accomplice of the purple-robed man? If you obstruct me from killing the enemy, you will be treated the same—kill without mercy!" the commander said coldly, his killing intent undisguised.
"Don't you know who I am?" A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. The other party had first clashed with him, then waited for him half the night at the residence of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders—how could he not know?
"Seeing how you are, you must be on the same side. I'll take you down first," the commander said coldly, about to order others to act.
The Eighth of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders echoed coldly: "That's right! This man provoked us first, and then the purple-robed man suddenly attacked. They must be conspirators. We are willing to assist the commander in maintaining peace in the First City of the Human Clan. Let's take this man down first!"
"Whoever dares to make a move, I'll cut them down cleanly." Ye Fan stood before the small tavern, speaking calmly. His voice wasn't loud, but it struck fear into people's hearts.
The long street was already chaotic enough, with soldiers arriving, yet he showed no fear. He wasn't afraid of the strongmen targeting him. His words were firm and resolute, carrying weight.
"How dare you!" The commander's eyes turned cold, killing intent fully exposed. With a shout, he prepared to act personally.
At the same time, several of the lower-ranked Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders also surrounded them, wanting to help him cut down Ye Fan. Today they were extremely frustrated, hating both Ye Fan and the purple-robed man deeply.
But at that moment, a scream came from the battlefield. The purple-robed man, with profound magical power and oppressive battle energy, snatched a long sword and cut a soldier in half at the waist, blood splattering everywhere.
This place could no longer maintain its calm. It erupted into chaos. Whether the original inhabitants of the city or the trial participants walking the ancient starry path were all shocked.
"Is he trying to defy heaven? Walking the starry path but daring to massacre in the First Pass of the Human Clan—isn't this boldness too excessive?"
"Who is he? Why can't I see his true face clearly? He seems heroic, but every time I look closely, it becomes blurry again. Terrifying. Killing strongmen one after another—today's battle will either establish his fearsome reputation or get him cut into pieces."
Ye Fan's Dao Body did not flee. He snatched a bronze sword and fought against many enemies. The sword light flashed like countless azure dragons splitting the sky.
He had to admit that these soldiers were terrifyingly powerful, far stronger than the middle-aged Daoist woman and her companions. Each was a hero of their domain.
But walking this starry path was destined to be a collision of the strong against the strong. In the face of even stronger opponents, the past glory of some meant nothing.
Ye Fan's battle energy surged, surpassing theirs. Holding the bronze sword, he transformed into a humanoid tyrannosaurus, slaughtering in all directions, unstoppable.
Those who attacked were all the commander's men—they targeted the person, not the matter. In their eyes, there was no right or wrong, only the intent to kill him!
Ye Fan naturally showed no mercy. His long sword danced with the wind of heaven, sword aura like frost and snow. Cold radiance swept out, rising straight up eight thousand zhang into the clouds, shaking people's hearts.
Then the sword aura suddenly contracted in an instant, from extreme brilliance to final dimness, completed in a flash—even more terrifying.
The ancient bronze sword slashed down, cutting from the brow of a ferocious-faced, murderous soldier. With a splatter of blood, a bloody line extended from top to bottom, reaching between his legs.
With a miserable scream, the soldier's body split in two. Blood gushed wildly as the two halves fell to opposite sides—a horrifying scene.
Within dozens of moves, two of the eight strongmen had fallen, both cut down by Ye Fan's Dao Body with his sword. These were no ordinary people. The scarlet blood was shocking.
Everyone was terrified. How much time had passed? The purple-robed man, surrounded by eight heroes walking the ancient starry path, had killed two in less than a hundred moves. His might was horrifying.
Because of this, the commander's order to target Ye Fan's true body was stranded. A low, rumbling sound came from his throat, terrifying like a demon's roar.
He personally moved forward, holding his bronze halberd as he charged. These were people he had carefully gathered, who followed his lead and served him.
Some of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders also changed color. Instead of attacking Ye Fan's true body, they chose to target the purple-robed man. They felt his threat was too great—he needed to be killed first.
The first four leaders didn't move, watching coldly. The lower-ranked divine riders acted together, helping the soldiers hunt down the purple-robed man in their midst.
"I'll kill you!"
The commander took a single step. Heaven and earth transformed, wind and clouds lost their color. Like a monarch on patrol, he looked down upon the world with an aura of invincibility.
Beside him, one enormous star after another appeared. He seemed like an immortal king walking forward, his entire body covered in armor, only his cold, piercing eyes visible.
Dao patterns filled the sky. A single step was already this terrifying, making people fear. Was this still a failure? Who had defeated him? There must have been an extraordinary "story."
"Boom!"
The bronze halberd in his hand swept forward, collapsing the void. His overwhelming, invincible aura shook people's souls. Such confidence and strength were enough to shock the world.
Even Ye Fan showed a strange expression. This commander was definitely stronger than the Lord of Junwei Mountain, yet now he had retreated here to guard the city gate—truly unbelievable.
He remained very calm, completely unafraid. The bronze sword in his hand slashed forward, instantly producing a vast, boundless sword aura that covered the sky and earth. Like a heavenly river falling, it was grand and majestic, shaking people's hearts.
Everyone held their breath. This was a confrontation of top experts, a rare dragon-and-tiger struggle, a world-shaking great battle.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's sword met the bronze halberd. Their sharp edges clashed. Countless Dao symbols spread outward, each flashing with brilliant light, imprinting themselves beneath the sky. People sucked in cold breaths.
This was a technique that only the most exceptional trial participants possessed—a manifestation of understanding the Dao to an astonishing degree.
A simple strike, a casual sword stroke, contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, evolving all things. It was the embodiment of terrifying laws pushed to their extreme, wielding divine principles—a collision of "Dao."
"Boom!"
The six surrounding soldiers were all blasted away, their faces pale and bloodless. The several Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders who had arrived also had their pupils sharply contract.
Ye Fan and the commander stood rooted to the spot, neither moving an inch. The bronze sword and war halberd pressed against each other, emitting an overwhelming might. It was this very wave that had pushed the others back.
"Do you really think you're the master of this city? Acting without restraint, condemning me with a single word, wanting to execute me here?" Ye Fan said calmly.
"That's right! Here, I am the law. I want to kill you. What can you do about it?" the commander said coldly, his gaze fierce and full of chill.
"Let's attack together! Kill him!" one of the six soldiers said. Right and wrong didn't matter to them. They only listened to the commander's words and followed his will.
"Don't force me to start a massacre," Ye Fan said mercilessly.
"Then try it!" the commander said coldly. His face was hidden by iron armor and helmet, his true features unseen, but from his voice, he was a young man. He said darkly: "Right now, I am the law. I am leading people to kill you. What can you do about it?!"