# Chapter 1318: Too Brutal
"Awwooo…"
A group of ancient beasts charged forward, shouting and clamoring. Where their iron hooves passed, the sky trembled, and saintly might permeated the air, shaking people's hearts.
The Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon were each more ferocious than the last, true evil beasts. They neighed and roared, like ancient great fiends released from their cages, scrambling and rushing forward, transforming into a steel flood that crushed everything in their path.
They were all incredibly excited, not treating this as a great battle at all, but rather as a hunt. Men shouted and horses neighed, their eyes gleaming with murderous light, each one bravely charging ahead.
"Don't fight over him, he's mine!"
"I haven't tasted saint blood in a long time. No one is allowed to snatch him from me, or I'll get angry!"
A golden lion, its entire body dazzling as if forged from divine metal, majestic and fierce, charged straight at a He Family ancient saint, competing with several other saint-level beings beside it.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Not to mention the He Family group, even their own people like Wang Ziwen were stunned speechless. These were genuine saint-rank powerhouses, yet they had just burst out like heavenly soldiers descending from the sky.
Wang Chen was first tongue-tied, then extremely excited. He had seen these ancient beasts and foreign clans in the Southern Sea, but he never imagined they would be this powerful—it seemed they had all become saints.
Wang Xi was initially very nervous, her heart filled with grief and indignation, but at this moment, her small mouth was wide open in shock. What she was seeing felt unreal to her. This uncle was too astonishing—he had actually brought a group of saint beasts with him.
"Heavens, this is wonderful! With such a group of powerful reinforcements, why fear the He Family? Kill them all! Even if their Saint King comes, we'll beat him black and blue!"
The experts of the Wang and Lin Clans were all invigorated, greatly encouraged. Each one was excited, rubbing their hands together, eager to charge into battle.
"Don't act rashly." Ye Fan stopped them.
Because he knew well how ferocious the Twelve Saints were. Once the great battle began, they might become lawless and accidentally injure these people. They had already shouted that they wanted to devour blood and flesh.
"Ye Fan, this is…" Wang Ziwen was dumbfounded. He clenched his fists tightly. After the dark clouds, there was suddenly a silver lining. This old classmate had actually brought a group of saints with him, as if pressing down on the very heavens.
Others might not be able to tell, thinking they weren't all saints, but he could see clearly—these were twelve saints, every single one of them.
"Old ancestor, save me!" He Qingyang cried out, his face drained of all color as he struggled with all his might. But trying to escape from the embrace of a saint bear was nothing short of a fool's dream.
With a *puff*, he was squeezed into a bloody pulp, then licked up by the saint bear's long, crimson tongue, becoming its food.
"No…" Saint King He Kun's eyes were bloodshot. The people under his command had been completely trampled flat, and now only he remained. Even the descendant he most admired hadn't been saved. He charged forward with all his might.
However, he was surrounded by the twelve great saints and couldn't break free. He was beaten until blood flowed like a river, his hair disheveled, on the verge of complete annihilation at any moment.
This was simply inconceivable. The pressure of a Saint King was completely useless. These fierce beasts were each more domineering than the last, ignoring his forbidden techniques, continuously charging like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep.
Not a single fierce beast was ordinary. All could fight across cultivation levels, each one a king among beasts. And those few foreign clans were also extremely terrifying, all ruthless characters.
He Kun clearly realized that these saint beasts and foreign clans hadn't used their full strength. They were all very relaxed. His fate was sealed.
"Puff"
A flash of blood light passed by. The golden lion swung its claw, tearing off over a pound of flesh from his back. Saint blood splattered everywhere, causing him immense pain.
"So powerful! They can actually contend with a Saint King. Too brutal. I like it." Wang Xi clapped her hands and shouted. The liveliness and romance of a young girl overcame her fear of bloodshed. She turned to Ye Fan and said, "Uncle, I worship you so much! Where did you find these experts? I want to join you too."
Her face was full of excitement as she clamored to join the brutal battle group.
Wang Ziwen was also extremely shaken. He could no longer see through Ye Fan's path. He knew that perhaps this crisis could be resolved with the help of his old classmate.
"Ah…"
Saint King He Kun let out a sharp cry. His right rear shoulder was pierced by a crimson scorpion tail, blood dripping everywhere. His entire body went numb. Even with the physique of a Saint King, he couldn't move at all.
*Ao hou!*
The twelve brutal beings fought over him, swarming forward. In an instant, they tore him apart, each seizing their spoils. A generation's Saint King was torn into pieces, dying on the spot.
Too brutal. Also begging for monthly votes to be brutal, and for recommendation votes to be brutal. Do all you Great Emperors have any? Please swarm forward brutally, come on!
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