# Chapter 1260: Enemy
"So you're the method?" Ye Fan sneered coldly, the bronze sword in his hand hanging down to the ground, striking a series of brilliant sparks with a clang as the restrictions reinforced, the ancient city indestructible.
"You can think of it that way." The Soldier Commander's gaze was icy cold, the bronze spear in his hand unadorned, yet growing increasingly oppressive, like a sleeping ancient ferocious weapon.
"Then I'll break your method with a single sword strike!" Ye Fan raised his longsword, sword light flickering, killing intent vast, surging out like sheets of snow waterfalls.
This battle was unavoidable. Clouds stirred in all directions, sword energy transformed into a thousand illusions, strands of killing light burst forth, vigorous force billowed, and Dao marks intertwined complexly.
Many restrictions in the ancient city awakened, flashing with radiance. Mysterious power occasionally emerged, guarding every part of the city to prevent its collapse.
The two turned into beams of light. In the blink of an eye, they had already fought four hundred rounds, battling until heaven and earth shattered, stars shifted, and various divine phenomena manifested.
Chi!
Ye Fan's sword soared into the sky, piercing through the heavens, shattering a meteorite—that was the artificial moon above the First City of Humanity, which was slashed down.
The crowd was shaken. That sword strike had torn through the restrictions, peerlessly sharp, making many experts feel inferior.
Soon, five hundred moves were reached, yet still no result. This was a man far surpassing the Lord of Junwei Mountain, powerful to an inconceivable degree.
Many refused to believe he was a failure. If someone with such peerless sharpness had been defeated, how terrifying would the prodigies ahead be?
The six soldiers finally charged forward, disregarding the Soldier Commander's warning, making a forceful move to help him quickly kill the purple-robed expert.
A merciless, cold light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. No matter how many such figures came, it was useless—they posed no threat to him.
The bronze sword hummed, ten thousand layers of sword energy surged, each layer like rivers and seas raging, waves rolling to the sky, vast sword energy cascading down with the Milky Way.
"Pu"
His sword strike was heavy as a mountain—not a slash, but a smash—shattering heaven and earth. The soldier charging head-on was covered in blood, then exploded, blood splattering everywhere.
It was a heavy sword strike that directly crushed him.
"Fall back!" The Soldier Commander's eyes were cold as he ordered again, unwilling to let these men advance. They couldn't help, only throw away their lives.
But Ye Fan abandoned him, unfolding the Stride Art, directly pursuing these men. Sword light flashed brilliantly, illuminating heaven and earth.
The bronze sword in his hand shone like a sun radiating divine radiance. With a pu sound, another man's head was sliced off, blood spilling, the corpse falling into a pool of blood.
The Soldier Commander's expression turned cold. Without a word, he swept his bronze spear across the sky, and behind and before him, one enormous star after another appeared. He was like a deity descending upon the world, releasing a vast oppressive aura.
"Boom!"
This was a grand momentum. With one strike of the bronze spear, it was as if an entire star domain had crashed down. Ancient stars rotated, the Milky Way flowed, shaking people's hearts.
Ye Fan's longsword clanged loudly, continuously colliding with the war spear, dazzling and brilliant, killing intent surging like terrifying waves.
And those stars trembled violently, as if a magnificent star domain was undulating, each ancient star releasing boundless might.
Starlight, hazy and indistinct, enveloped Ye Fan. To outsiders, it looked like a small world, but from within, it was vast and boundless.
The void roared. This was a fearsome Dao fruit cultivated by the Soldier Commander. He stood billions of feet tall, towering in the cosmic star river, his divine might overwhelming the world.
He evolved the vast heavens, making himself the sole sovereign, capable of destroying all things. When the bronze spear descended, the star river collapsed, ancient stars shattered, and nothing could withstand it.
In his starry universe, all things were ants and dust. The onlookers nearly suffocated.
"In my body's heavenly universe, all living beings perish. No one can defy my will." His words were like thunder, the long spear gleaming.
"Clang"
The bronze spear, comparable to a star river, was blocked. Ye Fan thrust out his sword, shattering a cluster of stars, unleashing waves of sacred power.
"Let's see how long you can hold out." Outside the battlefield, the four surviving soldiers' eyes were icy. The killing of several companions filled them with hatred. They gripped their weapons, watching menacingly.
However, a terrifying thing happened next. The bronze swords in the soldiers' hands all turned—some split open their own heads, others pierced through their own foreheads. All died on the spot.
Sword hums rang out, blood spilled, corpses fell—almost simultaneously. The crowd drew in a cold breath.
"This... what happened?" Many were baffled.
"Could that be the legendary... Weapon Art?" A few people exclaimed, their eyes blazing as they stared at the purple-robed man in the star river.
"It's the Weapon Art!" The second-in-command of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders had cyan eyes that were piercing, revealing a demonic radiance. The cyan-gold great halberd in his hand gleamed coldly.
Ye Fan and the Soldier Commander fought for over a thousand rounds, extremely fast, each strike like lightning and thunder, violently colliding.
This man far surpassed the Lord of Junwei Mountain. Being able to fight Ye Fan to this extent was true strength, surprising even Ye Fan.
Clang!
Ye Fan seized the moment, lightly parrying. The bronze sword trembled, sword energy like an ocean, roaring.
The Soldier Commander retreated, blood in his body surging like a great river. Shock filled his heart. He hadn't expected this battle to be so troublesome. After more than ten years of cultivation and enlightenment, he had encountered such an opponent.
Ye Fan had cultivated the Weapon Art but kept it hidden, creating psychological pressure on the Soldier Commander. Only now did he suddenly strike, wanting to eliminate him in one blow.
"Clang clang..."
The metallic clashing was piercing. Bronze weapons collided repeatedly. The long spear flew uncontrollably into the sky. At the same time, the Soldier Commander's iron armor caught fire, especially his helmet, which exploded.
Everyone's hair stood on end. This was the Weapon Secret causing chaos, wanting to destroy the enemy in an instant. The clanging was harsh, the armor shattering inch by inch and burning.
Ye Fan was trying to sacrifice the Soldier Commander alive. This method made everyone's skin crawl. Wearing armor was a burden that could kill oneself.
"Boom"
The Soldier Commander flew sideways, piercing through the high sky. His armor shattered, his body bleeding, then fell.
"Is it over?!" Many people's voices trembled.
The Soldier Commander was incredibly powerful, far surpassing many trial-takers. Yet someone had shattered his armor, nearly sacrificing him alive. Many felt cold from head to toe.
The Soldier Commander landed, staggering, but quickly straightened his body. Half his body was bleeding, especially a crack on his forehead—he was seriously injured.
Ye Fan had to admit this man was very strong, a threat. The Soldier Commander's body radiated the brilliance of life, rapidly healing his wounds.
The Soldier Commander revealed his true form. He was a very handsome young expert, black hair flowing, skin fair as jade. He could be called heroic and spirited.
No one expected that he wasn't a hardened veteran but a graceful young gentleman, with restrained heroism and extraordinary bearing.
The only flaw was his overly cold eyes, making it hard to feel goodwill toward him, appearing somewhat sinister.
"This is my second defeat in my life, Guan Cheng. More than ten years ago, a man pierced me and my mount through with a single spear, nearly nailing me to death in the desolate ancient land. Though I was grief-stricken, I had to retreat in bitter defeat. Now, though wounded again, I refuse to accept this. I will take your head!"
Guan Cheng roared, his whole body surging with essence energy, black hair standing on end, his expression terrifying. The brilliance of life bloomed, his body rapidly healing itself, restoring to its original state.
This was an expert who had once stained the stars with blood, experienced countless life-and-death trials, absolutely top-tier and awe-inspiring!
"Brother Guan, let me help you." The second-in-command of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders was absolutely terrifying. His cyan eyes flickered as he stepped forward with his great halberd.
In the process, he applied a strange seal to himself—a yellowed divine list pasted onto his body.
Ye Fan's heart jumped. This was clearly a countermeasure against the Weapon Art. He wondered about the origin of this yellowed divine list.
"I'll do it myself!" Though Guan Cheng was very handsome, he now looked somewhat ferocious, his black hair wildly dancing as if possessed, charging in to kill.
Hum!
At the same time, another extremely terrifying aura came, like a purple sun exploding, ferocious aura flooding the heavens!
Gu Ling, the leader of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders, made his move. His upper body was bronze and bare, muscles like coiled dragons, cold lightning flashing in his eyes. Holding a purple war spear, he thrust it forward like lightning!
Heaven and earth collapsed. Who knew how terrifying that spear thrust was? Even parts of the ancient city's restrictions were damaged.
Boom!
It was like an ocean surging, shattering the heavens!
Gu Ling was terrifyingly powerful, impossible to fathom. His eyes were filled with wild radiance, cruel beyond measure.
He had no intention of overwhelming with numbers. This was a primitive, wild instinct that made him thrust that spear, peerlessly sharp.
Ye Fan activated the Weapon Art, but this man's wild power was astonishing. The tendons on his hands bulged as he firmly gripped the purple war spear, its trajectory unchanged, thrusting down. The power of the Weapon Secret was weakened by more than half.
At the same time, the second-in-command of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders' cyan-gold great halberd slashed down, and Soldier Commander Guan Cheng's bronze spear fell, tearing the sky apart.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan gave a light shout. Behind him, the Golden Divine Treasury manifested, various Dao weapons floating, golden divine radiance startling the nine heavens, launching an indiscriminate attack.
For group combat, this was undoubtedly the best choice. Killing one person was no different from killing ten thousand!
The golden great bell hummed deeply, the brilliant celestial pagoda suppressed, immortal swords shot forth, the golden gourd swallowed all things... a full-range peerless attack.
"Ah..."
Two screams came. The eighth and ninth of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders died, shattered by golden Dao weapons, blood spraying over ten meters high.
Ye Fan's heart shook. Gu Ling, the leader of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders, was definitely a great enemy. Soldier Commander Guan Cheng was also extraordinary. They turned into two killing lights, grinding away a large number of golden Dao weapons.
Additionally, the second-in-command of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders was also terrifying, turning into a mass of cyan light, invulnerable to all techniques.
When everything calmed down, the two sides faced off. No one made a move, each revealing cold expressions.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's Dao incarnation frowned. The time was up. He was about to turn into clear qi and disappear.
"Let's fight another day!" He sank into the ground, vanishing in an instant, impossible for anyone to pursue.
No one knew how many had come to watch. They hadn't expected such an outcome. Their hearts were shaken, but also regretful—they hadn't seen the final decisive battle.
The crowd was silent, long unable to come back to their senses.
"Ding"
A wine glass fell to the ground, shattering on the street. Ye Fan's true body drank the last cup of wine, then stepped out of the small tavern.
"The purple-robed man is you!" Gu Ling, the leader of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders, spoke, his wild gaze piercing, black hair disheveled, draped over his shoulders.
"That's right. Intuition tells me the purple-robed man is you!" Guan Cheng also stepped forward sinisterly, his skin fair as jade.
"Evidence?" Ye Fan was calm and composed.
"Intuition telling me it's you is enough!" Guan Cheng pressed forward like a demon god, his handsome face ice-cold.
Ye Fan laughed heartily, unhurriedly taking out a black long spear, pointing it diagonally at the sky, battle intent flooding the heavens.
At the same time, the Dragon Horse galloped from afar. Ye Fan leaped onto its back, facing everyone, and said, "Anyone who wants to kill me, come on!"
Everyone's hearts pounded. Was the purple-robed man really him? His true body hadn't even moved, yet he was already this terrifying. Just how powerful was he?
This place quickly boiled over. Many believed the purple-robed man must be him, even though he hadn't admitted it. It was shocking.
"Stop!" The void twisted. A blurry figure appeared—the Guide Envoy manifested.
Everyone was surprised. This was the first time they had forced this irresponsible Guide Envoy to show himself.
"All of you, set out immediately. Don't stay a moment longer!" His voice was low, but it shook many people's qi and blood, making them unsteady on their feet.
The ancient horn sounded, desolate and distant, summoning all trial-takers. An altar appeared, suspended in the sky, flowing with hazy radiance.
"I will embark on the journey again, challenging the strongest ancient path once more!" Guan Cheng's gaze was cold, fixed on Ye Fan.
"Next, you need to kill your way to the second checkpoint. You can attack anyone. For each person, it's a world of enemies. Those who survive to the end pass."
The Guide Envoy's words shocked everyone. They knew a bloody storm was about to begin!