# Chapter 1619: Those He Once Protected
Is it him? Is it really him? This was the voice in everyone's heart at this moment, asking themselves, rumbling and roaring like thunder in their chests!
Those who had previously thought it was most likely Ye Fan actually harbored doubts in their hearts. After all, three hundred years ago, Ye Fan had fallen in bloody battle against an ancient supreme being—how could he possibly appear again?
At this moment, they were certain. This person was definitely Ye Fan. He had truly returned. This unshakable will, this fierce and invincible method, this familiar style—who else could it be but him?
With just one palm strike, he had killed a renowned Great Sage of the Divine Court and destroyed a Great Sage artifact. It was too terrifying, sending chills through everyone.
The blood mist dispersed, revealing a figure standing there. His body, forged like divine iron, exuded a sense of oppression, like a great mountain standing tall.
No fragments of Dao principles could be sensed on him—not a single trace remained. Everyone was stunned, then became convinced. Their speculation was true: he must have paid a terrible price to barely reappear in the mortal world.
Those at this level would be suppressed by the Soaring Immortal Battlefield, but it was difficult to completely sever the Dao cultivation of some exceptional individuals. Yet people could not sense a single fragment of Dao principles on Ye Fan.
In the end, he had paid an unimaginable price in that battle three hundred years ago. After this was confirmed, the originally terrified crowd breathed a sigh of relief.
In their view, this barely made things "reasonable."
Of course, many still found it hard to accept, believing he simply should not have survived.
With his identity confirmed, many eyes showed strange expressions. However, no one took the initiative to strike first. Ye Fan's earlier display had been too formidable, intimidating many.
"A bunch of trash!" A young man with an upper body of bronze, muscular like a demonic physique, spoke with extreme insolence, clearly targeting the crowd.
Many were enraged. They were lords of their domains, people who had always looked down on others—who dared disrespect them?
But when some recognized this young man, their expressions changed. He was one of the most powerful figures of the past three hundred years—Tuoba Mo, a truly worthy demon king, rarely dared to be provoked head-on.
Many were indignant but did not immediately erupt. They came from myriad domains across the heavens, each almost the strongest in their respective star regions. But here, everyone was of the same rank. Past glory meant nothing. Otherwise, many strong practitioners would not have abandoned the Imperial Path to follow others.
Tuoba Mo stood with arms crossed, as dangerous as a fierce beast, causing those near him to involuntarily retreat.
Though he had not yet openly targeted Ye Fan, his gaze was filled with aggression, sweeping over Ye Fan with wildness and coldness.
On the other side, Yin Tiande's disciple Yi Ming approached, carrying an ancient sword on his back. The sword seemed alive, merging with him. With each step he took, the earth trembled, accompanied by the sound of sword cries.
Though he came for Ye Fan, he also harbored killing intent toward Tuoba Mo.
Ye Fan swept his gaze over everyone, sensing familiar auras. There were those similar to the Overlord, disciples of Yao Guang, Sacred Spirits... None were from friendly inheritances; all were from camps destined to oppose him.
"Are you all here to besiege me?" Ye Fan's eyes were dim, lacking any striking brilliance, but that calmness sent a chill through people's hearts.
"We have come to fight for the honor of Senior Ye. The hero of three hundred years ago must not be defiled by an impostor." Someone shouted.
Mo Wentian's black treasure vase vibrated, Dao talismans spreading invisibly, silently empowering the distant shouter's voice, making his words thunderous, shaking the sky.
"Where were you three hundred years ago? Did you go to the stars to aid him in battle?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
"We acknowledge your strength, but please do not desecrate the heroic spirits of our predecessors. Show some respect." Another person sternly rebuked.
There were always people like this. Ye Fan looked at them, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, then he sighed.
"Boom!"
The earth shook as more factions arrived, their numbers forming an iron wall surrounding the place.
The living were less important than the empty reputation buried three hundred years ago. He stood here in person, unrecognized, instead becoming the culprit defiling his former glory.
What an irony. Ye Fan said nothing, merely watching these people. No powerful fluctuations emanated, no Saint Body blood energy soared to the heavens, yet he still inspired fear.
"After Senior Ye died, even his heroic soul could not find peace. Friend, you have gone too far." Beneath the black Dao treasure vase, Mo Wentian's voice was not loud but cut clearly through the entire venue.
Among so many people, only he possessed a treasure vase formed from the Dao—a fusion of cultivation and imprint. To display such power on the suppressed Soaring Immortal Battlefield was truly astonishing.
Ye Fan looked at these people for a long time, then finally smiled—but it was cold. In the end, these people were afraid, unwilling for him to return. Now they were lying through their teeth, only seeking an excuse to eliminate him.
But could they really kill him? Ye Fan walked forward, moving through the crowd as if through an empty land, looking at each person like a king of beasts surveying the forest, facing a pack of wolves.
"Do you think this is meaningful?"
Ye Fan stopped. His gaze turned icy cold, carrying a suffocating aura. Many hearts trembled. A person's reputation was like a tree's shadow—even after so many years, even knowing his body was flawed, they still felt uneasy.
"Do you think this makes you extraordinary? Bullying the dead—this is making enemies of the entire world." Someone shouted from afar.
At this moment, countless weapons flashed with cold light. Many decided to act, to surround Ye Fan here and slaughter him together!
"I am Ye Fan. Do you think you can succeed by doing this?" His calm words carried authority. Ye Fan stood there, looking down at the assembled heroes.
He appeared so plain, his voice not loud, yet this was a thunderbolt. He had openly thrown down the gauntlet—not with anger, not with sorrow, but with this expression, surprising everyone.
"Nonsense! Senior Ye died in battle three hundred years ago, his body and bones utterly destroyed. The whole world knows this. Who would believe your impersonation!" Someone shouted harshly, their voice fierce.
Ye Fan truly did not know whether to laugh or feel chilled. The expression on his face was complex, making people somewhat afraid to look at him.
"Three hundred years ago, one outstanding figure after another shed blood on the cosmic battlefield—Emperor Void, Ji Zi, Gai Jiuyou, Jiang Taixu... Fighting Forbidden Zone supremes for people like you—it truly wasn't worth it!" Ye Fan's voice was colder than ever.
"Three hundred years later, there is no longer a Human Sacred Body in this world. He is dead, cannot live again!" Someone directly shouted, but perhaps too eagerly.
"Who dares blaspheme Senior Sacred Body Ye Fan?"
A great roar came from afar. Figures leaped forward one after another, like brilliant stars, each carrying powerful auras.
Some among them had not had their Dao completely severed and now manifested themselves, auspicious light crossing the sky, their aura vast.
A group of people had been searching for Ye Fan with pilgrim hearts, and now finally found his trail. They rushed over quickly, all extremely excited.
"It's Senior Ye! It really is him!" Someone shouted.
They had never seen Ye Fan's true body, but they had seen his stone statue, felt that divine charm—identical to the person at the center of the battlefield.
"What are you shouting about?" The demon-like strongman Tuoba Mo growled coldly, sweeping his gaze over the newcomers.
Everyone was startled. They had not expected this demon to be here. They slowed their pace, on high alert.
"A bunch of trash!" Tuoba Mo spat out these four words again, targeting friend and foe alike, then walked step by step toward the center, finally ready to act against Ye Fan.
"A hundred years ago, before his demonic art was fully developed, he was once hunted by Fire Spirit Cang Yan, yet miraculously survived." Someone murmured.
In the past, during his trial on the Ancient Human Path, Ye Fan had also been targeted by Fire Spirit Cang Yan, who wanted to kill him, but Ye Fan survived unscathed.
Both had provoked that existence, making it easy to connect them.
"Boom!"
Like thunder, blood energy surged from Tuoba Mo's crown, vast as an ocean. With one step, the earth split, distant mountains shook, on the verge of collapse.
No one had expected him to be this powerful, exceeding all predictions. His physical strength was simply heaven-defying!
"Could the legends be true? Fifty years ago, he single-handedly killed several Sacred Spirits—not just rumors?!" Many were shocked.
Tuoba Mo's bronze body had every tendon like a coiled flood dragon, his powerful blood energy surging. He was like a demon king, his gaze icy. With his second step, the nearby mountain peaks finally collapsed.
Many were terrified. This was pure physical strength—too powerful!
When Tuoba Mo took his third step, mountains and rivers shook, sun and moon dimmed. His blood energy pierced the heavens.
Everyone changed color. Was his Dao not fully severed, or was his physical body truly capable of such earth-shaking power? It defied reason, making people suspect he was the Sacred Body.
"Thirty years ago, when he was close to mastering his heavenly art, it's said he provoked Yin Tiande, was chased by a clone formed from the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities secret art, and ultimately survived. Is this also true?"
At this moment, people recalled those rumors. Now it seemed they might all be true.
Daring to provoke Fire Spirit Cang Yan, killing multiple Sacred Spirits, challenging a clone of Yin Tiande—these were achievements from decades or centuries ago. Combined, they were shocking.
Tuoba Mo's momentum grew stronger. Like a god or demon, light flames danced around him, his bloodline power rising to its peak as he charged at Ye Fan, making the sky tremble.
"Boom!"
He struck. Many retreated rapidly. Fist wind howled, pure force causing several stone mountains ahead to explode and shatter.
"I understand now. He's from the Eternal Star Domain—a Brahma Heaven Battle Body!" As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in uproar.
In the universe, Brahma Heaven Battle Body, Primordial Demon Body, Supreme Immortal Body, and others were the most terrifying bloodlines. But they had not appeared for tens of thousands of years. That Tuoba Mo possessed this physique explained why he dared to duel the Sacred Body.
The sky exploded, mountains collapsed, earth shattered. Yet Ye Fan stood motionless before all this, calmly waiting for Tuoba Mo, the Brahma Heaven Battle Body, to attack!
"Have you forgotten the Eternal Star Domain? I was born to answer the tribulation—I am the strongest battle body!" Tuoba Mo said coldly.
Ye Fan said nothing. He struck out with a palm, and the world erupted with unparalleled light as it collided with the battle body's fist.
A tremendous sound, roaring like a tsunami, split the sky. Blood splattered on the spot. Tuoba Mo's hand was covered in blood as he was sent flying.
His face showed disbelief. His palm was fractured—he could not even block Ye Fan's casual strike. This shocked him deeply.
In truth, he could be proud. Any other Great Sage would have been turned to minced meat by Ye Fan's strike. He had only injured his hand.
"Clang!"
A divine sword split the sky. Someone else struck, a sword cutting through mountains, aimed directly at Ye Fan's head.
"Hum!"
The Dao treasure vase vibrated. The Yao Guang lineage also made their move.
"Three hundred years later, there is no Sacred Body in this world. Fellow Daoists, join forces to kill him!" Someone roared.
At this moment, many responded. Whether followers of the Overlord, the Yao Guang lineage, or members of the Divine Court—all opposed Ye Fan. Killing intent filled the surroundings, freezing this place.
"How dare you disrespect Senior Ye!"
"Senior Ye, we will help you!"
At the outermost edge, strong practitioners with pilgrim hearts shouted. They had just arrived, not yet many in number, but not to be ignored.
"No need. All of you just watch from the side." Ye Fan said calmly.
Three hundred years later, he had not expected to have to unleash a massacre again. And this was no longer the age of dark turmoil. He was about to kill those whom Emperor Void, Gai Jiuyou, and others had once protected.