Chapter 1525: Suppression and Slaughter
Ye Fan's achievements on the Ancient Human Path, though some news had been brought back by powerful beings from foreign domains, no one could confirm them. Now that Ye Fan himself spoke of it for the first time, it immediately stirred up a massive uproar. A few scattered words were enough to shake the world!
What were Sacred Spirits? Beings blessed by the heavens, invincible at the same cultivation level, impossible to kill—otherwise, misfortune would inevitably strike sooner or later. Almost no one dared to provoke them.
Yet now, he claimed to have killed no fewer than eight, if not ten. This was utterly shocking!
"Heavens, is this true?" The crowd was astounded.
At this moment, the world was in shock. All races had heard some rumors, and now they were merely being further confirmed.
"The Human Sacred Body is too terrifying. If he continues developing like this, who will be able to stop him in the future?" Powerful beings from all races were deeply worried, finding the situation troubling.
Princess Moon Spirit furrowed her delicate brows. She sensed great trouble. She had just established a relationship with the Sacred Spirit lineage from the outer domains, and now she had directly provoked Ye Fan, who was at the peak of his power. If he dared to attack Mount Sumeru, what wouldn't he do?
At this moment, all the powerful beings sighed. Having witnessed Ye Fan slaughtering Great Sages as easily as splitting firewood, such might would strike fear into anyone.
If anyone was suffering, it was undoubtedly Shi Zhongxuan. Ye Fan had not even deigned to regard him seriously, looking down on him as if he were nothing.
Shi Zhongxuan carried Imperial Blood within him, his status noble. Wherever he went, people respected him. Yet now, he was being spoken of so poorly. With so many people watching, what face did he have left?
"Human Sacred Body!" Shi Zhongxuan's face turned ashen as he gritted his teeth and roared.
His thick, flowing hair danced wildly, and his eyes were so cold they could freeze the sky. He stepped forward, causing the entire earth to tremble. His sword-like brows slanted into his temples, exuding an aura of slaughter.
"Set aside your Imperial Artifact. Do you dare to fight me?!" His voice was cold and calm, as if emerging from a ten-thousand-year ice cellar, making everyone feel as though their blood had frozen. They were awed by his strength.
Ye Fan carried the Immortal Sword on his back and glanced at him indifferently. "When fighting at the same level, I never use it. Even if you were at the early Great Sage stage, it wouldn't matter. Killing you really isn't difficult."
Shi Zhongxuan had always been arrogant and proud. How could he tolerate such words? He shouted, "You say I'm unworthy? I'm even more ashamed to be listed alongside someone like you in this era. Today, we settle who is the hero with life and death!"
There was nothing more to say. If he fled in cowardice today, how could he ever hold his head high in this world? Wherever he went, he would be mocked.
For a proud man like him, there was no choice but to fight. Only by proving with facts who the true strong one was could he silence the doubters.
"Don't flatter yourself. You really aren't worthy to be listed alongside us," the Dragon Horse called out from behind.
"Kill!"
Shi Zhongxuan's anger reached its peak. His blood boiled, pushing his combat power to its limit. His black hair flew wildly, and his eyes flashed like lightning as he charged straight in.
At this moment, the terrifying nature of his race was fully revealed. Nine divine rings appeared around him, layer upon layer enveloping him, as if nine immortal gates were stacked together, with him at the center.
The essence of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers poured into him like massive waterfalls, merging with his body into a vast expanse, transforming into his power.
With every step he took, the heavens and earth trembled violently. Though he was no taller than a zhang, he seemed like a giant towering into the sky, about to crush the earth beneath his feet.
Moreover, the heavens descended auspicious rays, strands and threads connecting to his body, radiating the most brilliant light.
Shi Zhongxuan's body erupted with a powerful aura, as if the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers were about to be crushed. With every move, he could pluck stars from beyond the domain, his divine might overwhelming the world.
This was his Dao, and also the Dao of the Sacred Spirits—supremely powerful. He merged with the great momentum of heaven and earth, executing the true art of unity between heaven and man, striking at Ye Fan with the power of all the myriad Dao.
The strength of the Sacred Spirits was known throughout the world. There were too many legends about them.
First and foremost was their extraordinary physique, unmatched in the world, far surpassing those of the same level. At this moment, Shi Zhongxuan attacked with his physical body. His palms and fingers were like sky-splitting swords, and the surrounding mountains and rivers crumbled like paper under this powerful force, turning to dust!
Shi Zhongxuan had heard of Ye Fan's legends in the Big Dipper and naturally knew the strength of his physical body. Yet he deliberately chose to confront him in this way, to prove that the Sacred Spirits were unparalleled in the world.
His aura surged to the heavens, its fluctuations causing floating meteors beyond the domain to nearly fall. The power of his palms and fingers was astonishing, reaching the pinnacle of what he could achieve.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. He strode forward with great strides, extremely domineering, looking down from above, intending to overpower his opponent. Along the way, he adjusted his body to its optimal state.
With a thunderous roar, he directly swung his right fist, striking with force against force, hardness against hardness, facing Shi Zhongxuan head-on!
The Heavenly Emperor Fist was displayed before the people of the Big Dipper, its might pressing down on the nine heavens, shaking the nine netherworlds. A vast golden radiance boiled over, sweeping in all directions, swallowing mountains and rivers.
The crowd was stunned beyond words.
"Human Sacred Body, die! How dare you compete with my Sacred Spirit lineage for supremacy!" Shi Zhongxuan roared, boosting his own confidence. His entire being's essence, energy, and spirit boiled, nearly transforming into a mass of Dao principles as he charged forward.
"Boom!"
This strike was earth-shattering. Fist met palm, colliding solidly. Massive beams of light tore through the heavens and earth, spreading in all directions.
Though the crowd had retreated far enough, they still felt their bodies ache. The blazing light nearly blinded their eyes.
Massive cracks crisscrossed, seemingly splitting into the outer domains. This strike was terrifying, cleaving the very ground.
If not for the many Great Sages protecting the area, this vast wilderness would have been shattered, leaving nothing behind!
"Ah..."
A reluctant cry rang out as Shi Zhongxuan was sent flying, tumbling out of the dazzling light. His hands were dripping with blood—one broken, the other turned to powder.
He staggered backward through the void, each step leaving massive cracks that spread for dozens or even hundreds of li. If even the residual force was this powerful, one could imagine the heavy blow he had just endured.
"Crack!"
The sound of shattering continued from Shi Zhongxuan's stone arms. Starting from his hands, they exploded inch by inch, blood mixed with stone skin flying in all directions.
"Pfft"
In the end, Shi Zhongxuan coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. His arms were completely severed, blood flowing freely. The Imperial Blood emitted a faint, dazzling light, oppressive to behold.
As strong as a Sacred Spirit, his physical body was still inferior to Ye Fan's. Shi Zhongxuan refused to believe it and wanted to prove it with facts, but the result was a heavy price.
For him, this was an unbearable burden!
He had just spoken boldly, yet now it was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, shaking him so much he nearly fell. The physical pain was far less than the sense of defeat in his heart.
He was so proud and arrogant, always surrounded by a divine halo, respected wherever he went. Yet now, before the heroes of all the myriad domains, he had suffered a crushing defeat. What face did he have left?
He let out a mournful cry to the heavens, his entire body trembling.
The light dissipated. Ye Fan stood in place, not even a corner of his clothes damaged, transcendent and aloof. But no one would forget the fist that had dominated heaven and earth just moments ago.
Just one punch—shattering the universe, breaking the opponent's strongest attack. What kind of terrifying secret art was this?
It was only at this moment that An Pu from Immortal Mountain narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of surprise for the first time, as if savoring Ye Fan's earlier punch.
As for the others, they were already stunned. A single punch shattering a Sacred Spirit's arms was truly shocking. With such formidable combat power, if he continued to develop, it would be very difficult for anyone to restrain Ye Fan in the future.
Wind Phoenix showed a look of astonishment. Just one punch made her sigh involuntarily. For now, there was simply no way to surpass him.
The others felt the same. This was a nearly despairing achievement.
"I won't accept this!" Shi Zhongxuan's black hair stood on end, strands dancing like ghostly hands. His expression was one of grief and indignation. His bloodline was special—the product of a union between his clan's Imperial Bloodline and a Great Sage from another race.
To break free from the shackles of the stone man's imperfection, his birth held extraordinary significance. Yet he had been defeated so thoroughly, leaving his heart feeling as if a hundred insects were gnawing at it.
His entire body glowed, his blood burning. The bones at his severed arms crackled as they regrew. This time, they were arms formed from flesh and blood, strong and powerful, flowing with precious light.
"Clang"
At the same time, a halberd appeared in his hand. Its massive blade gleamed with a cold, sharp edge, radiating a chilling aura that caused the endless trees on the distant mountains to shed their leaves, as if it were deep autumn.
With a flash, he struck down. A bolt of lightning tore across the sky—the blade's edge. It was astonishing, capable of shattering even a group of saints.
The Sacred Spirit itself was strong enough, with an extremely tough physical body. The weapon he wielded was naturally no ordinary item; it was a rare Sacred Artifact.
Ye Fan did not want to waste time, fearing some unforeseen incident. He charged straight in, still attacking with his bare hands. This time, everyone saw clearly: a pair of golden fists, carrying ten thousand strands of Dao light, pressed down.
"Crack"
A large piece of the halberd's blade was shattered. With a clang, the halberd changed hands, seized by Ye Fan. This rare weapon now had a new master.
"You!"
Shi Zhongxuan was filled with shame and anger. The first time was bad enough, but the second time was the same. In an instant, he was at a disadvantage, unable to resist.
A flash of dazzling light passed by as Ye Fan swung the halberd, striking down. Shi Zhongxuan's face turned pale as he quickly dodged.
But it was futile. He avoided one strike but could not escape Ye Fan's storm-like assault. In a duel like theirs, laws and order chains flew everywhere. The slightest fluctuation was enough to tear the heavens and earth, let alone a full-force attack.
"Pfft"
In the end, Shi Zhongxuan was cut in half at the waist by Ye Fan. He let out a scream as his lower body exploded. Roaring, his upper body tried to flee. But there was no chance. Ye Fan swung the halberd again. Blood splattered as his head was severed and impaled on the blade.
"Spare him!" Princess Moon Spirit called out.
Meanwhile, Shi Zhongxuan's servants, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward to rescue their master.
Ye Fan glanced coldly at the crowd. With a flick of the halberd, a soft sound rang out as Shi Zhongxuan's head exploded, flesh and blood blurring, his primordial spirit extinguished.
Suddenly, a dangerous aura erupted. The Sacred Artifact tried to rebel against Ye Fan. He coldly shook his arm, and with a thunderous roar, he shattered the artifact's inner deity.
Then, he threw the halberd away, tossing it to the Golden Wing Great Roc King.
"Pfft," "Pfft"...
At the same time, Ye Fan swung the Heavenly Emperor Fist, blasting several of the Sacred Spirit clan's servants who had charged forward into pieces. Blood splattered, and their forms and spirits were annihilated.
This scene stunned everyone. It was that simple. Ye Fan, who had returned from the Stellar Ancient Path, was nearly invincible. Few of his generation could match him.
"On the ancient path, there are no fewer than a thousand people like you." His calm voice caused many souls to tremble.