# Chapter 1459: Sweeping Clean
Beneath the sky, chaotic mist swirled, a hazy figure stood alone between heaven and earth, facing everyone. His true visage could not be seen clearly, only a pair of sharp, intimidating eyes that shot through the clouds and mist, making people feel suffocated.
Just one person, standing alone against the multitude, cold and aloof, suppressing everyone. The place was deathly silent. Everyone's hearts and courage turned cold, and they couldn't help but retreat.
Ye Fan had emerged from seclusion, his self-created Emperor Fist having reached great perfection. His achievements shook the past and present, standing in the forbidden domain. No one on the battlefield could withstand his edge; there was no opponent!
Many wanted to flee but could not. They were shattered by golden fists that appeared out of nowhere, intercepted and killed on the road. Blood mist scattered. No matter how fast their speed, they could not evade and could only die in vain.
He alone overlooked the vast battlefield, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, making everyone fearful, not daring to act rashly. This was a true grand momentum of dominating the world!
"Boundless Demon Venerable, I shall meet you!" Earth Corpse stepped forward, walking ahead, finally about to make his move.
In fact, Ye Fan had already locked onto them. His expression was cold, his gaze fixed on several important figures like Earth Corpse and Devouring Heaven Beast, his killing intent penetrating ten thousand li.
According to legend, Earth Corpse was a disciple of Amitabha. He had died over three hundred thousand years ago, a Reincarnation Seal forming within his body. His flesh had given birth to a spirit, and he had walked out from an underground cavern, equivalent to another life.
Of course, this was no longer the person from before. His primordial spirit had changed, becoming a new individual, but his appearance remained unchanged.
Now, he was still bald, with a set of ordination scars on his head. His entire body was pitch black, flowing with a special luster. Wisps of black qi diffused around him—that was corpse mist.
Over the past thirty years, he had absorbed the death qi of countless skeletons in the Divine Demon Ridge burial ground, all belonging to ancient gods and demons, allowing him to grow to a terrifying level.
At this moment, he walked forward step by step, his wide sleeves fluttering. His entire body seemed forged from black gold, corpse mist swirling around him, looking extremely terrifying.
Everyone speculated: Was Earth Corpse truly powerful enough to fight Ye Fan, or was he forced to this point and had to come out to battle?
At this point, perhaps only a battle remained. So many people had besieged Ye Fan, obstructed his enlightenment, killed his friends and family—now there would inevitably be a reckoning!
"Weng long!"
Heaven and earth shook violently. Earth Corpse made his move. A huge alms bowl flew out, ancient and simple in form, as if cast from purple gold. It transformed to the size of a mountain peak and pressed forward to suppress.
The vast sky trembled and collapsed. If not for the divine demon corpses suppressing the earth, this place would surely have been sunk, endangering the entire ancient star.
No one had expected an ancient alms bowl to possess such tremendous power. Several young supremes were grazed by the shockwaves, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood as their bodies were sent flying sideways.
This was an undeserved calamity, simply because the alms bowl's power was too strong!
"Dang!"
Ye Fan made his move. Like a heavenly god, he swung his palm, striking the descending purple gold alms bowl. The sound was like a celestial deity hammering immortal iron, clanging and ear-splitting.
Between the alms bowl and his palm, the most dazzling radiance erupted, as if a hundred thousand volcanoes had exploded, lava filling the sky, or as if dozens of suns had shattered, rampaging through the universe. A powerful aura swept across all directions, shaking people's hearts, sweeping through the eight desolates and six directions!
Everyone trembled, all retreating. Two people were grazed, their bones breaking, tendons snapping, blood dripping, their bodies severed into several sections.
This power was too fierce and overbearing, exceeding everyone's expectations!
Ye Fan frowned. This alms bowl was extraordinary. As strong as he was, with palms and fingers that could destroy anything, he could not shatter this vessel. On the contrary, his palm felt somewhat painful.
Earth Corpse was even more shocked, unable to help retreating. This vessel had an extremely great origin. It was forged from mixed ancient gold, containing a small piece of immortal material bestowed by Emperor Amitabha.
That was a piece of purple gold, a leftover fragment from the Buddhist supreme divine weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle. It had been nourished by Amitabha's thought power (nian li), becoming a divine treasure with spirit, rare in the world.
A Great Emperor's exclusive material, combined with the nourishment of Buddha's thought power—this was a heaven-defying artifact. Who could obtain such a thing?
Buddhist ancient scriptures recorded that Earth Corpse had used this immortal material mixed with other metals to forge a vessel, creating a supreme alms bowl weapon. Among his peers, it was hard to find an opponent.
But today, not only had someone blocked this vessel with bare hands, but they had also clearly imprinted a palm print on it, the fingerprints clearly visible!
"How is this possible? Leaving finger marks on the leftover material of Amitabha's weapon... truly heaven-defying..." Earth Corpse had to be shocked.
Ye Fan made his move, fierce and overbearing, peerless in courage. His true body vanished from its original position, abandoning the alms bowl, directly pouncing to kill the main target.
Earth Corpse's heart gave birth to a warning sign. Demonic patterns appeared on his body's surface, black light flowing. His thoughts reached the eight desolates. The purple gold alms bowl instantly turned back and pressed down.
"Dang," "Dang"...
Ye Fan was cold and indifferent, raising his fist to kill. He had no fear of the Buddhist treasure, even if it was forged from special immortal material left by Amitabha. Each fist struck the alms bowl, clanging loudly, ear-splitting.
Moreover, each punch left a fist imprint on the bowl's body, terrifying beyond compare. Continuing like this, even piercing through would not be a problem.
"Kill!"
Earth Corpse was furious. The alms bowl was his life. Since awakening from ignorance, even though he had cut off the past and had long made clear his resolve—I am who I am—the alms bowl that had come into this world with him was still a spiritual sustenance (ji tuo), not to be destroyed.
With a loud rumble, vast corpse qi surged up, rushing from the ground into the sky, like a vast ocean, flooding the battlefield, terrifying and boundless.
At the same time, the alms bowl inverted, its mouth facing downward, continuously enlarging, covering the sky, swallowing all things!
This was an extremely terrifying scene. The vast corpse qi served as fire, the alms bowl as a heavenly bronze furnace, about to smelt all things in the world, destroying all living beings within.
On the bowl's body were various Buddhist story illustrations, such as the Buddha sitting cross-legged under the Bodhi tree to attain enlightenment, cutting his flesh to feed the eagle, slicing his arm to feed the tiger, great compassion, walking in the human world, preaching across ten thousand domains.
This alms bowl had long become spiritual. Although it was not an ancestral artifact, a corner of its material had been nourished by Amitabha's thought power, now displaying its terrifying aspect.
It was indestructible, suppressing past and present, swallowing all spirits, always imperishable (bu xiu), about to smelt Ye Fan.
Many watched with excitement. This weapon was too fierce, as if the Buddha's spirituality had possessed it, suppressing ten thousand demons. Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Fist was extremely (he qi) terrifying, yet it could not move it.
"Everyone, what are you waiting for? There's no road back now. Let's go together, join hands and kill him!" Someone shouted, clarifying the grave (yan jun) situation.
"Kill!" A group roared, charging forward to attack. Various weapons flew—bronze pagodas, heavenly silk umbrellas, sky-measuring rulers, purple gold swords, heaven-swallowing jade gourds—treasure light dancing, shooting everywhere, all descending upon Ye Fan.
Ye Fan coldly looked back. Divine radiance burst from his brow in ten thousand streams. A small ancient cauldron flew out, transforming into an imperishable immortal light, flying straight ahead.
With a soft "pu" sound, the one who had first spoken had his brow explode, pierced through to form a small cauldron-shaped hole. Fresh red blood spurted four or five meters high, and he fell straight down.
Suddenly, the scene turned cold. The shouts of killing subsided. Many were horrified, instinctively stopping.
But Ye Fan's attack did not stop. The cauldron rapidly enlarged, suppressing heaven and earth. Mother Qi of All Things cascaded down like vast waterfalls, or like one heavenly river after another.
With a "weng long" sound, the foremost few people directly had their bones break, tendons snap, their bodies split apart, crushed until their forms exploded. Their primordial spirits turned to ash, dying instantly.
Ye Fan's killing intent soared to the sky. He killed enemies with his strongest methods. In seclusion, he had comprehended the Heavenly Emperor Fist, and this cauldron had also inscribed his Dao. Like his true body, it was even more terrifying.
Many fled, but at this moment, another powerful aura burst forth, closing in, directly striking at Ye Fan's back.
Devouring Heaven Beast had made his move. This was a mouthful of his essence blood (jing xue), transforming into a huge beast king, roaring to heaven and earth, causing mountains to collapse and seas to rage. It struck from behind, sinisterly delivering a killing blow!
Ye Fan, while resisting the purple gold alms bowl, suddenly turned around. A golden sword light split from his brow, capable of destroying mountains, rivers, and all spirits, capable of extinguishing sun, moon, and stars, slashing toward the giant beast.
However, immediately after, a warning sign arose in his heart. He sensed a crisis. His heavenly eye blazed with great light, seeing clearly that this beast king, condensed from essence blood, held a formation diagram in its mouth, hidden within its body.
This was a forbidden artifact, perhaps capable of severely wounding a Great Sage!
Threads of divine might diffused. Although suppressed and sealed within the beast king's body, Ye Fan's spiritual perception had now reached an inconceivable level, impossible to deceive.
Devouring Heaven Beast was extremely venomous. Using his essence blood to take form, holding a forbidden artifact in his mouth as he attacked, if Ye Fan punched it to explode, the forbidden artifact would surely detonate, unleashing its strongest power (wei li).
Ye Fan was brave, but there was no need to forcefully withstand it. Sensing the danger, he avoided it. Activating the Weapon Art, the alms bowl rumbled and trembled, clanging as it shifted to block in front of him.
"Boom!"
The sky exploded. Chaos surged. This place was a mess. The essence blood ancient beast split apart. The forbidden artifact indeed detonated, crashing (zhuang) into the alms bowl, causing it to wail and fly tens of li away.
Devouring Heaven Beast had wanted to use the vicious tactic of destroying a rare divine treasure to make Ye Fan's blood stain the sky and suffer severe injury, but unfortunately, he had miscalculated.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan gave a cold shout. Substantial golden beams of light, hundreds of zhang long, shot from his eyes. With one step, he crossed tens of li, directly arriving before Devouring Heaven Beast, raising his fist to kill!
Open and aboveboard, no tricks, no schemes. Ye Fan was like an Heavenly Emperor descending to the world, majestic beyond compare, submerged in ten thousand zhang of immortal light. With one punch, heaven and earth trembled, all directions perished.
"Pu"
Devouring Heaven Beast suffered a violent shock. Unable to block Ye Fan's fist, his mountain-like massive body shook. A large patch of blood sprayed from his mouth, falling to the earth like a river of blood.
But this was enough to shock other cultivators. Ye Fan had been punching and exploding everyone with one fist each. Only Sanggu and Earth Corpse could fight him head-on. Now, finally, there was another.
Devouring Heaven Beast had not fallen. His physical form was undamaged.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. He pressed forward, preparing to wage a great slaughter.
Devouring Heaven Beast was known as one of the most terrifying bloodlines since ancient times. When grown to the ultimate limit (ji jin), he could swallow all things, even the stars and rivers, smelting entire star domains, shaking the ages.
At this moment, a patch of runes rushed from his brow, evolving into an ancient universe. Sun, moon, and stars revolved within. Chaos surged. It was concrete and microcosmic, exactly like the real world!
This was a cage, about to trap Ye Fan, binding him. Ye Fan struck quickly, blocking it at a distance.
At the same time, Earth Corpse attacked again, holding the alms bowl related to the Buddha, suppressing Ye Fan. Tens of thousands of Dao marks, covering the sky and earth.
The two besieged Ye Fan, giving others hope. Some joined the battle, charging forward to attack.
The Primordial Qi Cauldron rumbled. Vast chaotic energy cascaded from within like waterfalls, running parallel with the Mother Qi, falling down. It flew back, hovering above Ye Fan's head, making him invulnerable to all techniques!
"It's been too long. I'll send you on your way!" Ye Fan said, displaying the Heavenly Emperor Fist, like a battle immortal descending to the world, his divine might unmatched in the world.
This person and cauldron combined as one. No one could resist. Although many charged forward, they were all like chickens and dogs, exploded one by one by Ye Fan's fist, turning into blood mist.
Even Earth Corpse and Devouring Heaven Beast could no longer withstand it. The two coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Their arms broke one after another, turning into blood mist. Then cracks appeared on their bodies, about to be destroyed.
"Dang," "Dang"...
Ye Fan continuously swung his Emperor Fist. Each strike hit the alms bowl. After thirty-six punches, the purple gold Buddhist vessel finally could not bear it and shattered into pieces.
With a loud crash, most of the alms bowl was destroyed, turning into dust. A small part remained, purple gold and brilliant—that was the portion nourished by Amitabha's thought power, difficult to destroy.
A peng's cry pierced the sky!
On Ye Fan's shoulder, the Golden Wing Heavenly Peng, now only a chi in size, had brilliant eyes. His entire body seemed forged from gold. At this moment, he flapped his wings, soaring into the sky, taking the purple gold immortal material into his mouth, reserving it to forge his own vessel.
Then he descended again, returning to Ye Fan's shoulder, his gaze brilliant, as intimidating as golden lanterns.
This was the dignified ancient Golden Peng, with strength at the Saint King Eighth Heaven, yet now in such a posture, shocking everyone. He had been subdued by Ye Fan's supreme martial will, willing to be a guardian bird king.
"You..."
Earth Corpse was furious and shocked. The alms bowl had been buried underground for over three hundred thousand years, appearing in the world together with him, their fates connected. It was his spiritual sustenance (ji tuo). Now it was taken away by someone, unbearable.
But worse was yet to come. Ye Fan attacked. The Heavenly Emperor Fist was unmatched in the world. He stood in the forbidden domain, unique and supreme, invincible.
Ye Fan threw a punch. Earth Corpse flew sideways, covered in blood, submerged in boundless divine light, unable to struggle.
Chaotic qi diffused. Ye Fan approached step by step. Earth Corpse was bitter. After only dozens of exchanges, he had no strength to fight back. What talk of contending on the emperor's path?
Compared to Ye Fan now, the gap was not ordinary. He trembled and said, "The forbidden domain... is it this terrifying?!"
"Boom"
The response was a golden fist, shattering the countless magical artifacts he had summoned, then piercing through his chest, exploding him on the spot. No secret technique or magical treasure could block this peerless strike! Only a cloud of blood mist remained.
Devouring Heaven Beast's courage turned cold. He turned to leave, but where could he go? As soon as he moved, Ye Fan cut off his path ahead. From start to finish, not a single person could escape.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Runes burst from his brow in ten thousand strands, interweaving into a small universe, pressing down again. Sun, moon, and stars revolved. Chaotic qi was hazy. This was a real small world cage.
This time, Ye Fan did not dodge. His true body entered. Radiance burst forth in ten thousand zhang, directly shattering heaven and earth, destroying the real small universe.
"Pu"
Devouring Heaven Beast coughed up a large mouthful of blood. His brow exploded, a terrifying wound appearing. Blood and brain matter spilled out.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. Killing intent in ten thousand layers, directly piercing the nine heavens, mercilessly suppressing.
Finally, all sounds disappeared. The human form was extinguished. In the chaotic mist, only a golden fist remained, suppressing the sky. Devouring Heaven Beast became a pool of bloodstains, leaving this world with terror!
Ye Fan stood between heaven and earth, his gaze cold. The Primordial Qi Cauldron floated above his head, cascading down strands of silk, protecting him within, invulnerable to all techniques.
This was an invincible true body! With this vessel guarding him, no one could contend.
# Chapter 1460: Killing Until None in the World Dare Claim Supremacy
Earth Corpse was dead. Devouring Heaven Beast had also perished. Both had fallen in battle before the Bodhi tree. Other cultivators lay dead, fallen at Ye Fan's feet. This result made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar!
The entire battlefield was deathly silent. At this point, those still alive were in despair. How could they fight? They were no match at all. Worse still, they could not even flee.
Everyone could see Ye Fan's invincible state. Standing in the forbidden domain, he truly had no opponent in this place!
"How could it be so fast? Ascending to this domain prematurely, who can still contend with him in the future?" People were in despair.
"Could he really become an emperor in the future?" Someone trembled as they spoke.
Looking through history, among those who entered this domain, very few had fallen in battle. Most would leave their names in historical records, achieving earth-shattering, heaven-stirring accomplishments.
The most outstanding among them would inevitably become an emperor!
People were suddenly horrified. A Sacred Body becoming an emperor would open an unprecedented grand event in history. The more difficult it was, the more supreme and sacred the Dao fruit would surely be. How powerful would that be?
"Not necessarily. Even so, most people in history were blocked at that threshold, ultimately not dominating the entire universe." Some forced themselves to calm down, but what they thought in their hearts was anyone's guess.
Ancient Great Emperors represented brilliance and meant invincibility. Just mentioning this title would make people tremble.
Even after passing away for hundreds of thousands of years, their imperishable (bu xiu) legends still existed in the world. Especially their brilliant achievements before becoming emperors—they were simply heaven-defying, sweeping through their generation, crushing all obstacles! Why was this so? Precisely because they stood in the forbidden domain.
Even if later generations mastered Emperor Scriptures and possessed the ultimate techniques of the forbidden chapter, those were ultimately not their own Dao. They could not perfectly fit (qi he) with their own bodies, always having some gap with the creator, unable to contend with forbidden domain figures.
The Divine Clan's heavenly maiden, Xin Lan, was pale. Although she stood at the edge of the battlefield and had not made a move, she also felt a suffocating pressure. She had once arrogantly demanded that Ye Fan join the Divine Clan. Now it seemed somewhat ridiculous.
Nine-Eyed Green Toad, Great Demon God, Heavenly Wolf, Di Tian, and others were all silent, standing in the distance. Some had almost made a move. Now, they did not know what they felt in their hearts.
"Standing in the forbidden domain, although terrifying, possessing the posture of being invincible across all domains, most people still fail, unable to cross that threshold."
Moreover, no Sacred Body in history had ever attained the Dao. This was the greatest comfort in many people's hearts. No one hoped Ye Fan would reach that domain. Otherwise, just thinking about it would make people shiver.
Further away, Golden Serpent Great Lord had transformed into human form. His golden hair stood on end. The corners of his eyes split, traces of blood appearing. Earlier, he had disregarded everything, nearly fusing with the formation diagram, vowing to kill toward the Bodhi tree.
But now he hesitated, choosing to stay away from the battlefield. However, this was difficult to achieve, because his opponent was Ji Haoyue.
Ji Haoyue had many bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, but his fighting spirit was even more vigorous. He used all his strength, activating the ancient mirror, making it revive, resisting Golden Serpent Great Lord.
Their duel was far from the Bodhi tree area, a forbidden zone. Others dared not approach, or they would be torn to shreds instantly. The two weapons were too powerful, with traces of quasi-emperor might, invincible to anyone.
But Ji Haoyue was ultimately a realm lower. His body bore severe injuries. The situation was not optimistic. Coupled with Golden Serpent Great Lord's desperate fight without regard for cost, he was retreating.
And at this moment, Golden Serpent Great Lord had seen the various (zhong zhong) divine might of the Emperor Fist. He couldn't help but roar to the sky. He hated to the point of madness. The enemy's momentum was too strong. Even if he killed his way over, could he slay the Human Clan's Sacred Body? He might die himself!
Heaven and earth trembled. Chaotic mist was hazy. A blurry figure walked over, his form robust, his black hair thick. In the mist, two sharp gazes pierced through, fixing on Golden Serpent Great Lord.
Ye Fan had arrived. The Primordial Qi Cauldron hung above his head. From the cauldron's mouth, chaos and Mother Qi cascaded like waterfalls, protecting him within. He approached step by step!
He possessed powerful offensive strength. The Heavenly Emperor Fist shattered all obstacles. All spirits retreated. No one could withstand his edge. Now, with such a defensive weapon, offense and defense combined, he was unmatched at the same level.
Moreover, the offensive aspect of this cauldron had not yet appeared!
"Ah..." Golden Serpent Great Lord roared to the sky. Great hatred filled his heart. Today, he had been forced to this point. His brothers had died in battle. Now, he himself was also in danger.
Although he held an ancestral weapon in his hand, he deeply knew that Ye Fan must also have a powerful trump card. Otherwise, Golden Serpent Second Lord would never have inexplicably fallen that day.
"Kill!"
He roared loudly, activating the Teng Snake formation diagram, shaking Ji Haoyue until he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his body flying sideways. But he could never escape.
Because at this level of battle, the person was not the most important; the ancient artifacts were the foundation. Whether that precious mirror or his Teng Snake diagram, both were supremely powerful, ancestral treasures of a clan.
"Boom!"
This stretch of the sky shattered. The precious mirror flowed with radiance, cascading down many strands. A hazy light wrapped around Ji Haoyue, sending him flying tens of thousands of zhang away. He was covered in blood, many bones broken.
Golden Serpent Great Lord also suffered. His chest collapsed. His heart was almost crushed by the mirror light. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood. Broken bone fragments inside his body almost fell out.
"Let me handle this!"
Ye Fan arrived, blocking Ji Haoyue, stepping forward alone to face the Teng Snake clan's young supreme. Ji Haoyue coughed up blood, withdrawing from the battlefield, holding the mirror to watch the battle.
"Human Clan's Sacred Body, you killed my three younger brothers. This grudge is higher than the sky, deeper than the sea. You cannot atone for it even with a hundred deaths!" Golden Serpent Great Lord gritted his teeth.
This grudge was too great. He wished he could flay the person before him alive, but he knew it was difficult to achieve. Now, blocked here by two powerful experts, he could only fight a bloody battle.
"Then go reunite with your brothers!" Ye Fan said coldly. He did not want to say much. A grand bearing, iron bones, righteous incarnation... none of these were necessary. The fact was that the other side had gone too far. Back then, they had actively provoked him and wanted to kill him. In the end, they were all slain by him.
Golden Serpent Great Lord's gaze was cold. The formation diagram above his head flew, transforming into an imperishable immortal light, flying toward Ye Fan. He shouted, "Let me see what ancestral weapon you have!"
Unable to escape now, only a bloody battle remained. He had to fight desperately. He did his utmost to revive the Teng Snake diagram, crashing toward Ye Fan's skull, rumbling loudly.
"Weng long"
The cauldron hanging above Ye Fan's head rumbled. The cascading Mother Qi grew even denser, covering heaven and earth, making him invulnerable to all techniques. Moreover, at this moment, a patch of green light appeared inside the cauldron's mouth, crystal clear, like green jade, blocking the immense pressure from above.
"What is that?!" Golden Serpent Great Lord opened his heavenly eye, doing his utmost to see, wanting to understand. For so many years, Ye Fan's secret weapon had always puzzled him.
In a patch of green mist, the Teng Snake formation diagram wailed. It actually shot upward, directly disappearing into the clouds, then vanishing instantly.
This scene not only shocked Golden Serpent Great Lord but also startled Nine-Eyed Green Toad, Di Tian, Xin Lan, Great Demon God, Heavenly Wolf, and others. What exactly was this thing? Its power was too formidable.
Ye Fan was majestic and awe-inspiring. He strode forward. His body was blurry, surrounded by mist. The cauldron above his head floated and sank. Green light surged within the cauldron's mouth, long (jiu jiu) unable to subside.
Golden Serpent Great Lord was in despair. Even the Teng Snake formation diagram had been frightened away, fleeing into the depths of the universe. How could he still fight?
However, Ye Fan did not sacrifice the cauldron. His true body attacked forward, wanting to kill the enemy with his own most powerful secret techniques. In a moment, the green light faded, and this place returned to calm.
"You want to fight me in true form? Good, I couldn't ask for more!" Golden Serpent Great Lord saw a glimmer of hope. His expression was cold. His bones crackled. He displayed divine skills and charged forward.
"Bang"
Ye Fan's fist moved, reaching the eight desolates. Golden energy surged forward. Golden Serpent Great Lord's body shook violently. He staggered backward, covered in bloodstains, blood dripping.
Golden Serpent Great Lord's achievement was enough to be proud of. He had forcefully resisted Ye Fan, who stood in the forbidden domain, without his physical body being destroyed. How powerful was that? How many could contend with Ye Fan's physique?
But now, it was somewhat pathetic.
The two exchanged blows, fighting fiercely. Golden Serpent Great Lord transformed into human form. His golden hair flew, like flames burning. His expression was ferocious. Killing intent boiled.
This battle continued for over ninety exchanges, surpassing everyone before. It had a bit of a dragon-tiger struggle trend. But everyone knew that Golden Serpent Great Lord was finished. He was covered in blood, his bones cracked in four places, having suffered extremely severe injuries.
It might not show now, but his physical body was absolutely ruined. The bones, tendons, and veins inside would collapse at any moment!
"Ah..."
Golden Serpent Great Lord roared. His body could finally no longer bear it, beginning to crack. But at this moment, his forehead bone blazed with great light. A palm-length golden serpent flew out, releasing imperishable divine power, pouncing to kill toward Ye Fan's immortal platform.
Teng Snake Transformation into Spirit!
This technique was demonic and strange. It was a transformation of the primordial spirit, the soul undergoing "rebirth," achieving sublimation, strengthening one's own divine consciousness!
This palm-length Teng Snake held a small golden bell in its mouth, arriving in an instant, reaching before the eyes in a flash.
Like a death knell rumbling, the bell waves spread, shattering (fen sui) all things, extremely terrifying. It pressed forward to the Mother Qi of All Things, ultimately unable to penetrate through.
Ye Fan's mouth revealed a trace of coldness. He withdrew the cauldron into his immortal platform, letting the small snake charge to close range. His forehead bone blazed with great light. A golden figure the size of a fist stepped forward. He did not hold the cauldron, did not wield a weapon. All he used was one fist!
The golden figure was Ye Fan's primordial spirit. What he displayed was still the Heavenly Emperor Fist. Brilliant and dazzling, it shook the divine demon burial ground, making everyone's primordial spirit unstable, nearly about to crack.
"Dang..."
The death knell tolled slowly. For whom did it ring? Ye Fan was unharmed. The golden small snake shattered inch by inch, and then the small golden bell suddenly exploded.
With a soft sound, Golden Serpent Great Lord's physical body also disintegrated. Blood splattered everywhere. He became a cloud of blood mist, his form and spirit both extinguished.
The four young supremes of the Teng Snake lineage had walked the ancient path, slaughtering in all directions, destroying many clans, sweeping all before them, their hands stained with blood. In the end, they also died on the battlefield, all killed by Ye Fan alone.
The four directions were silent. Who could resist?
At this point, with a Human Clan's Sacred Body present, from now on, who would dare claim supremacy? At the very least, this star domain no longer had any.
Azure Phoenix Daoist's prophecy before death had come true. Many powerful experts, heavenly prodigies of various clans, most had fallen, all dying at the hands of one person, blood dyeing the other shore red.
These people had dominated on one ancient path, claiming to be the strongest, the young supremes of a domain. But when they reached a broader star domain, only sorrow remained.
In fact, this had always been the case since ancient times. Such tragedies kept repeating. Every great era was built on the bones of outstanding talents. In the glorious prime, looking back, it was a sea of blood and a mountain of bones.
"The curtain has fallen..." Di Tian and the others turned and left. They were at the edge of the battlefield. Although they had not made a move, they might still face a reckoning.
Ye Fan swung his fist, striking in all directions. One golden beam of light after another shattered the sky, destroyed all things, and slaughtered all remaining enemies.
White-Haired Heavenly Wolf's back was almost pierced through, white bones exposed, blood splattering. Nine-Eyed Green Toad flew sideways, covered in blood. Di Tian, Great Demon God, and Xin Lan's bodies also shook violently. In the end, only the five of them left.
All the rest were punched to pieces between heaven and earth, turning into blood mist. This was a great slaughter. Ye Fan had killed all the outstanding talents of various clans cleanly.
There was only one supreme being! All the mountains and valleys rumbled.
At this point, no further words were needed. Ye Fan's performance was enough to explain everything. He had killed until none in the world dared claim supremacy.
At the very least, no one among the emperor-path contenders in this star domain dared to step forward!