# Chapter 1428: Blaspheming the Gods
"Who are you people, daring to trespass into the Divine Demon Forbidden Land and covet the supreme divine liquid? State your names." The leader was a valiant-looking man with three heads and six arms, his black hair thick and dense, exuding a powerful oppressive aura.
All around, figures stirred as dozens of silhouettes arrived in the blink of an eye, sealing off the area and blocking Ye Fan and his companions' path, each wearing a hostile expression.
This was a forbidden land that no one had dared approach for many years, exclusive to the Divine Domain. It harbored a shocking secret—it could produce Divine Demon Liquid.
For so many years, the outside world had been almost completely unaware of this. It had always been the exclusive property of the Divine Domain's rulers, used to extend their lifespans. Legend had it that the laws, chains, and Dao fragments contained within rivaled those of Immortal Pills.
This place was of utmost importance, allowing no negligence. If it were ever leaked, everyone present would die. Thus, each person was extremely tense, fearing any mishap.
"We just happened to pass by here and have no desire to start a conflict with you," Pang Bo stepped forward and said. He was tall and sturdy, a full ten feet in height, with wheat-colored skin that had a bright luster, thick black hair, and spirited eyes. His imposing figure alone made it impossible to underestimate him.
"I clearly saw you peering inside, two golden beams shooting deep into the forbidden land. Tell me, what did you see?!" A woman who appeared to be in her fifties stepped out from behind the three-headed, six-armed man. She was quite aggressive, looking down at them from a height.
Calling her an old woman—her hair was still fairly black. Saying she still had charm—yet obvious crow's feet had appeared at the corners of her eyes. The golden hairpins in her bun trembled, sparkling with crystalline light. A look of disgust was on her face, her brows slightly raised, revealing an aggressive posture. "I'm asking you a question. Didn't you hear me?!"
"Where did this vicious hag come from? We answered you properly, yet you claim we were spying and twist words to bully us. What do you want?" Pang Bo said.
The words "vicious hag" immediately made the woman's brows shoot up, her crow's feet stretching taut. Her eyes were as cold as boning knives. She hated being called old more than anything. She shouted, "Enough talk! Guards, seize them first!"
Clearly, among these dozens of people, aside from the three-headed, six-armed man, she was also a leader with considerable authority. The moment her words fell, over a dozen people charged forward.
The Dragon Horse stepped forward, looking immensely arrogant. "Someone's putting on airs, shouting about killing us. When have we ever been bullied like this? Brothers, let's go together and take down that vicious hag."
The woman flew into a rage. A vile horse spouting nonsense and humiliating her like this was unbearable. She shouted, "Kill them!"
Over a dozen people immediately attacked, charging forward. Each possessed profound cultivation and extraordinary combat power, enough to shatter heaven and earth.
But the result left everyone stunned. The Twelve Saints let out a roar, surging forward like a flood, pouncing on them. In the blink of an eye, they devoured the group alive, leaving behind clouds of blood mist. The sound of crunching bones echoed in their ears.
"Crack, crack, crack"
The Twelve Saints were ferocious. They opened their bloody mouths wide and consumed the dozen or so people as living prey, quite gory.
"Where did these monsters come from?!" The remaining people were terrified and retreated.
Among the dozen or so were some Saints, but very few. Even if the Divine Domain was powerful, it couldn't mass-produce Saints. This matter was of great importance, so they had dispatched dozens of people, including four Saint Kings, six Saints, and the rest were Dao Cutters for errands.
Having a dozen people swallowed in one gulp, including three Saints, might not be shocking in the Divine Domain, but such a bloody and clean execution was still quite intimidating.
"It seems you've come for the Divine Demon Liquid. If I'm not mistaken, you're demons from beyond the domain," an old man stepped forward, his face dark.
"Don't throw around accusations. Who is a god and who is a demon isn't for you to decide," Pang Bo said.
"I'll give you one chance. Kneel facing the Divine Domain and confess your sins to the gods. Otherwise, not one of you will live!" A young woman stepped forward. She was petite, with a delicate baby face, looking like a teenager, yet her chest was extremely full, possessing a unique allure. Of course, she showed them no kindness, her expression cold and contemptuous, without a trace of seduction or charm.
The four leaders—the three-headed, six-armed man, the old woman with wrinkled eyes, the gloomy-faced old man, and the baby-faced, full-chested girl—were all at the Saint King realm, possessing great power.
"Quite the big talk. You want us to kneel and confess? Are you joking? You're young and wet behind the ears. Aren't you afraid the wind will bite your tongue?" Pang Bo raised his head and strode forward, actively advancing.
"You ignorant fools. You think you have some skill, but what are you before the Divine Domain? All of you, die!" the baby-faced girl coldly shouted. She was even more ruthless and aggressive than the old woman with wrinkled eyes, charging forward first.
"Kill!" The gloomy-faced old man also advanced, immediately executing a Great Stele Hand. True to its name, his palm and fingers transformed into a black stele, emitting the roar of the Heavenly Dao as it struck forward.
The attack was fierce—this was a strong expert among Saint Kings. The four experts moved together, closing in for a killing strike.
"Do you really think we're sick cats? We'll cut you down." Pang Bo roared. At this moment, he no longer concealed himself. The fluctuations of a Saint King spread out. He was like a bronze giant, demonic aura surging to the heavens.
At the same time, the Dragon Horse also released its Saint King majesty. For once, it fought alone, charging forward independently.
"Boom!"
The two sides collided, causing this place to collapse with a terrifying sound.
"Troublesome. These four have cultivated for long ages. They're all old monsters with higher realms than us. Hard to deal with," the Dragon Horse called out.
These four Saint Kings—some appeared young, but their true ages were terrifying, and naturally, their strength was fearsome.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan stepped forward, his entire body glowing like a heavenly god on patrol. Cold lightning shot from his eyes, but as he walked, he coughed up a mouthful of golden blood.
Aside from his Dao injury, forcibly peering into the Forbidden Zone of Life had also wounded him. This place buried the gods and demons of heaven and earth. Every mountain peak manifested an ancient symbol, suppressing all intruders.
"A sickly weakling wants to meddle? Kneel toward the Divine Domain and kowtow, begging the gods for forgiveness. Otherwise, I'll grant you all annihilation of body and soul," the old man shouted.
"The Divine Domain acts too tyrannically and arrogantly. Are you boasting like the blind, or do you truly possess such authority? Let us see," Ye Fan mocked.
Though golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his combat power was unaffected. As soon as his fist struck, heaven and earth lost their color. The vast, ocean-like golden blood energy shattered the world.
This result shocked the four. They avoided his edge and did not clash head-on. Clearly, they were cautious and not reckless.
"Retreat!" the baby-faced, full-chested girl shouted. In an instant, she stood over ten miles away. The four experts stood side by side, coldly staring at Ye Fan and the others.
"Your strength does exceed our expectations," the three-headed, six-armed man said coldly. Then he slapped his forehead, and a beam of light shot up from his crown, sacred and brilliant.
"You don't know when to die. Don't blame others. Opposing the Divine Domain can only be atoned for with death," the baby-faced girl sneered. Her petite body glowed, and a beam of light also shot up from her crown, peaceful and grand, as if a god had descended.
At the same time, the old woman with wrinkled eyes and the old man did the same. Each of their crowns seemed to shoot out a deity, dazzling and blinding.
"What is this?" The Dragon Horse and the other Twelve Saints were puzzled.
"Blasphemers die!" the four shouted. The four beams of light from their crowns merged, actually forming a humanoid creature. It seemed forged from starlight, sacred and brilliant.
This was a terrifying silhouette, emitting a powerful fluctuation. A vague will swept across the entire scene, producing a voice that resounded through heaven and earth.
"Who dares to offend my majesty?"
This voice was extremely vast, causing the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers to tremble. It truly seemed like a god descending to the world.
Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and the others changed color. This was an extraordinary existence that could not be fought head-on.
"Let's go quickly!" Pang Bo said in a low voice.
This humanoid creature was entirely condensed from light, supremely powerful and boundless. Though its will was vague, its body was too terrifying, sending chills down their spines.
"You've offended the gods and still want to leave? All of you, kneel and accept death!" Behind them, the baby-faced girl, the old woman, the three-headed, six-armed man, and the old man shouted together.
"What is this thing? How did it rush out from their crowns?" The Dragon Horse and the others were confused, filled with doubt.
"Could it be the ruler of the Divine Domain? But how does it live in their heads, constantly dwelling in their hearts?" Pang Bo also had questions.
They dared not stop for a moment. The humanoid creature behind them was too powerful. Its fluctuations were suffocating, causing heaven and earth to collapse. Wherever it passed, mountains and rivers turned to ash, the sun and moon dimmed. This was a living, breathing true god descending to the world.
"Boom!"
A giant light palm slammed down, smashing a thousand-mile mountain range into a bottomless abyss, dark and deep. It had only barely missed pressing them down.
"Quick, don't delay! Use the Stride Art or open a Domain Gate. This monster can't be fought," the Dragon Horse shouted.
They finally understood why these four Saint Kings were so overbearing. They indeed had something to rely on. This was true fearlessness—being able to summon such a humanoid monster that was simply unassailable.
"Born in their hearts, as if summoned by them, called by them a god..." Ye Fan muttered to himself. He sensed a very familiar aura from that humanoid creature and knew what it was.
Faith power!
This was an immortal body forged from infinite thought power. In a sense, it was an extremely powerful incarnation. Perhaps it couldn't even be called one, only a wisp, because its faith power wasn't vast, and the will that entered it was also very vague.
This should be a vague incarnation bestowed upon them by the ruler of the Divine Domain. It had combat power but was far from perfect, certainly inferior to the light shadow that had killed a Great Sage not long ago.
"You won't surrender and be captured—what are you waiting for?" Behind them, the four Saints coldly said as they pursued.
"Don't worry. I'll break this faith incarnation." Ye Fan suddenly stopped. The Primordial Mother Qi rushed out from his forehead, hanging down strands like silk threads. At the same time, brilliant light blazed, and vast amounts of faith power flowed out from the cauldron's mouth.
This was the faith power obtained for him when his nominal disciple, Little Heavenly Master Zhang Qingyang, traveled the world with his cauldron after he established the Heavenly Court on Earth.
Over the years, the thought power in the cauldron had grown deeper and deeper, turning into an ocean, nearly becoming divine. It had almost formed a cocoon to nurture a god.
One could imagine that on the other shore of the starry sky, the great Heavenly Court sect must be very prosperous. Strands of faith power, crossing space and ignoring distance, arrived in his cauldron. Countless people were chanting the name of Heavenly Emperor Ye Fan.
Now, he offered up the cauldron and smashed it directly at that god. This god only had a vague will, not a complete life form. It didn't have many thoughts and simply raised its fist to strike the cauldron.
Clearly, this was catastrophic. Different faiths had different collected powers. They were like poison to each other, incompatible as fire and water.
"Boom"
The faith power surging within Ye Fan's cauldron was instantly evaporated in large amounts. Essence energy overflowed everywhere, creating a hazy, rainbow-filled explosion.
However, the cauldron was like an ocean. It flipped over, the mouth facing downward, as if hundreds of billions of brilliant star rivers were cascading down, vast and boundless.
"Ah..."
This god roared. Its humanoid body instantly blurred, half of it disintegrating.
Its combat power was unquestionable, but it had no true divine consciousness, only a vague one. It was merely a killing tool. Moreover, different faiths were incompatible, dealing massive damage.
One could say that to deal with a god forged from faith power, only using the same method was the most effective!
Other methods were difficult to extinguish it, wasting essence energy and divine power to no avail. Spiritual faith power, like a divine punishment sword, was the most suitable for killing these artificially created "gods."
"Ah..." This humanoid creature roared, shattering the earth. Its entire body blurred, then collapsed.
This left the four Saint Kings behind it dumbfounded, their bodies icy cold. This had never happened before. Someone had actually destroyed a wisp of the god's incarnation, making them feel deeply unsettled.
"Blasphemer, I will remember you!" That vague will roared, filled with unwillingness. Its body shattered, turning into thousands of light points scattering in all directions.
It was created by sentient beings, and Ye Fan had destroyed it using the thought power of sentient beings. It was equivalent to a collision of the wills of all beings, instantly grinding it clean.
"You..." The four Saint Kings changed color and turned to flee. This person was too terrifying. Not only did he blaspheme the gods, but he also killed them!
Although this incarnation was nothing to the true god, even relatively "weak," it was still enough to shock them.
"Not one of you will escape!" Pang Bo was the first to charge back. The Dragon Horse and the Twelve Saints also began to surround and intercept.
"Boom"
Ye Fan flipped the Primordial Qi Cauldron. Vast amounts of faith power surged, crystalline and translucent, returning to the cauldron. It surged within, and chaotic mist spread at the cauldron's mouth, vast and unfathomable.
"Puff"
The great cauldron smashed down. The old man changed color but couldn't dodge. He was struck squarely, his bones breaking and tendons snapping. His body shattered into four or five pieces, flesh and blood splattering, blood mist drifting.
He was a Saint King and couldn't die from a single blow. He had various life-preserving methods. He reorganized his body and continued to flee. Ye Fan arrived before him and engaged in fierce combat. After over a hundred exchanges, he tore him apart. The old man was indeed powerful, but in the end, blood sprayed everywhere, and he fell here.
"You can't do this. Blaspheming the gods will be more terrible than death in the future. Spare me..." The baby-faced girl screamed in terror.
Unfortunately, Pang Bo was unmoved. He mercilessly destroyed the beautiful flower, personally cutting off her lovely head and crushing her primordial spirit with a finger.
The three-headed, six-armed man roared, but was surrounded by the Dragon Horse and a group of sacred beasts. He was torn apart alive and devoured clean.
"You dare..." The old woman screamed in terror, but still couldn't escape death. Pang Bo struck, the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes falling, cutting her in two, blood dripping.
"Blasphemers die!" On that day, a vast voice came from the Divine Domain, shaking the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, causing all living beings outside to tremble.
Soon after, the god's decree flew out. Over a dozen people holding the divine decree rushed in all directions, proclaiming to the world that they would jointly kill a young man named Ye Fan, and his portrait was engraved on the proclamation.
On that day, the world was shaken, and the heavens were in uproar.