Chapter 1620: Calm Killing
The great battle had begun!
Everyone charged forward, their sole target being to join forces and kill that awe-inspiring and deeply feared man at the center of the field, denying him any chance of true recovery and rise.
In years past, this man had already intimidated an entire generation and should not have appeared in this world. Their eyes were icy cold, and some were utterly frenzied—today might be their only opportunity to eliminate him.
At this moment, the clamor of battle shook the heavens, splitting the air, causing the vast earth to tremble. A pressure that seemed to crush the nine heavens swept and surged through the area.
Ye Fan moved. In that instant, he changed. His expression was cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, growing increasingly ruthless and merciless as he struck decisively.
In just a few breaths, he had already sent dozens of weapons flying, including a dragon sword forged with a mix of azure gold.
"Puff!"
At this moment, he was brutal. When he truly decided to kill, he showed no mercy, like a bloodthirsty demon lord, resolute and fierce. With a single punch, the person charging at the front was directly shattered into pieces, exploding with a loud bang.
Blood and white bone fragments flew everywhere. The bloody scene was hair-raising and chilling, but these people did not stop. Having come here, there was no turning back.
They judged others by themselves, believing that Ye Fan would surely settle accounts with them in the future. It was better to take advantage of his depleted power, when he was at the lowest point of his life, to eliminate him.
The earth trembled as several ancient ferocious beasts from the primordial era charged forward, rearing up on their hind legs and stomping toward Ye Fan's head. Meanwhile, the supreme experts atop them all raised sharp weapons, thrusting at Ye Fan's forehead.
They were cold-blooded and cruel. In this area that suppressed the Dao, they abandoned many profound techniques and attacked Ye Fan's Immortal Platform with fearsome combat skills, aiming to kill him.
Iron hooves thundered, crushing the void itself. The sharp sacred weapons gleamed with a cold, murderous light, like death's scythes from the underworld, all descending at once.
"Clang!"
At this moment, Ye Fan was like a demon king. He raised his right foot and stomped down with force, causing the earth to split open and raising a thousand layers of earth and stone, sending all the ferocious beasts flying sideways.
The great sages on the ancient beasts also lost their balance, thrown off by the massive shockwave, nearly tumbling into the crowd behind—a true scene of men and beasts in chaos.
However, things did not end there. As Ye Fan stomped down, he leaped into the air, like a humanoid tyrannosaur, unleashing the most terrifying slaughter.
"Puff!"
His speed was too fast. Before those riders and beasts had even truly fallen to the ground, Ye Fan had already caught up. He stepped on one person's head, where it bloomed like peach blossoms—red blood and white brains mixed together, splattering everywhere.
Ye Fan left only an afterimage at the spot. Stepping over that head, he rose into the air and landed on another person. Without any suspense, a large spray of blood mist erupted there—another fatal strike.
Moreover, his body never touched the ground. Still in the air, he swung his leg in a sweeping arc. The person and mount opposite him screamed on the spot, torn apart.
Puff!
Ye Fan, mid-air, casually snatched a holy spear and hurled it in an instant, piercing the last person and mount, pinning them firmly to the ground, blood dripping everywhere.
With a bang, Ye Fan landed, standing as straight as a javelin. His clothes were unstained by blood, his hair thick, his eyes merciless as he swept his gaze over the assembled heroes.
Everyone's hearts turned cold. They were accustomed to clashes of laws and Dao, and engaging in this kind of brutal combat now felt surreal to them.
How powerful were they? They controlled the life and death of others. Yet before this man, they were so insignificant. Every time he shifted positions, he inevitably killed one person.
This was unreal, like living in a nightmare. How strong must a person be to have such confidence, to face all of them without fear, calm and composed, with a cold ruthlessness?
From the clouds, a dragon's roar came, piercing everyone's ears and making their Immortal Platforms tremble.
It was a terrifying fluctuation, merging with heaven and earth as one, as if controlling the will of the world and presiding over the divine punishment of the heavens.
An ancient sword descended, its body entirely azure-green, like a hanging green river, radiating the fluctuations of the Dao, suppressing Ye Fan.
It was not a slash, but a suppression!
Yi Ming struck again. He was not purely controlling the sword but channeling his Dao cultivation, infusing it into the sword body, blending it into the sky, and killing Ye Fan with the will of heaven and earth.
He was a special person. After arriving here, his Dao cultivation had not been completely severed. A terrifying aura within him, like a sealed ocean, now erupted fully.
The sword was like an azure dragon, hanging down from the heavens. Its massive body towered over the mountains, terrifyingly immense. Strands of azure qi diffused—the power of immortal gold.
Beneath this giant sword, humans were insignificant in comparison, small as ants. Everyone was shocked. Yi Ming was too strong. The Dao cultivation he retained was formidable, enough to sweep through this place.
Clang!
However, the next scene was unforgettable for them. That man's gaze was dim, without any astonishing brilliance, yet he dared to use only his fists to clash with the azure gold sword.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, the ancient sword trembled violently. Its radiance quickly faded, shrinking rapidly, and the various Dao principles directly collapsed.
Heavenly Emperor Fist!
Many almost cried out in shock. In the past, Ye Fan had created this supreme secret technique. Once the fist was thrown, no one could block it. In those days, it had truly troubled an entire generation, making it impossible to contend with.
Now, this secret technique reappeared, seemingly even stronger than before. Even without magical power to support it, there was an inexplicable aura, as if it could shatter even the universe!
"Lawless, Heavenless, Daoless... this is..."
The crowd was horrified. At this moment, they felt fear. Could this be a path of cultivation that tempered oneself? Relying purely on the body's innate power to destroy everything.
The dragon sword forged with a mix of Feather Transformation Azure Gold had shrunk, with fine cracks appearing on its surface, ready to explode at any moment.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of Yi Ming's mouth. He had poured his Dao cultivation and mental imprint into it, never expecting such a result. That man truly was like a demon lord.
"Humm!"
The ancient sword trembled, then shattered the void, instantly reversing its course. If it had been a step slower, Ye Fan's fist would have shattered it!
Yi Ming retreated, catching the sword with both hands, another trace of blood at his lips. This sent chills through everyone.
However, people saw hope in dealing with Ye Fan. This time, he had used his fists to fight, striking multiple times, no longer achieving instant kills as before.
Using laws to fight him, using Dao cultivation to suppress him—this might be the only hope. But how many people in the Soaring Immortal Battlefield had preserved fragments of law and Dao?
"Boom!"
Suddenly, heaven and earth darkened. Black mist surged as a death angel appeared, with a pair of enormous black wings on its back, descending from the sky and striking violently at Ye Fan!
He was extremely powerful, making people wonder how he had preserved his Dao cultivation. He possessed immeasurable power of laws, shattering the void.
In his hand, he held an iron halberd, entirely pitch-black, with only the blade gleaming white, radiating a chilling killing intent as it swung down, splitting mountains and rivers.
Deathly black mist blanketed the ground, covering the earth, surging with killing intent like a sea of the dead boiling over!
Yet Ye Fan stood his ground, not retreating half a step. His crystalline flesh circulated with innate power. As he swung his palm, it was as if he coexisted with the entire world, unaffected by the pressure.
He seemed to be on par with the great universe, possessing his own unique innate power. This strike stirred up earth-shattering waves, causing a few sharp-eyed individuals to glimpse some clues.
Boom!
His bare palms shattered the laws in the sky, challenging the order of this starry realm. A rain of light surged upward against the heavens.
The death angel could not kill him. At this moment, Ye Fan was as fast as lightning. He retrieved the sacred weapons of the few he had just killed and hurled them into the sky.
Spear after spear, iron sword after iron sword, pierced the void and vanished into the heavens. Under the force of this immense power, the sacred weapons were damaged and set ablaze—a testament to how terrifying it was.
"Kill! Laws can suppress him. If we fight to the end, he won't have a chance!" Someone from the Yao Guang lineage made a move.
At this moment, weapons gleamed brilliantly. Blades like mountains, swords like forests, cold and dazzling, all aimed at Ye Fan as they charged forward.
This was a torrent of steel. Mountains and valleys trembled, unsettling people's minds. Not a single one was weak. It was like ten thousand divine generals descending from the heavens, striking fear into hearts!
"Kill!"
This place erupted, boiling over, with battle cries shaking the heavens!
Puff!
Not all of the weapons Ye Fan hurled at the death angel missed. A spear pierced through the death angel's chest, causing him to explode and fall.
This was undoubtedly a horrifying scene. A great sage who had preserved some Dao cultivation could not evade it. What kind of terror was this?
But since they had already struck, there was no retreat now. Many charged madly, determined to fight Ye Fan at his lowest point—this was their last chance.
However, Ye Fan's strength exceeded everyone's expectations. He was cold and decisive, striking fiercely, slaughtering the heroes without a shred of mercy.
A flash of blood light. Ye Fan's palm sliced through a great sage's neck. Blood splattered, and the head flew dozens of feet into the air. The charging body ran forward over a hundred steps before falling into a pool of blood.
Vivid red bloomed. Ye Fan, using a stolen heavenly blade, split the person and mount before him in half. Hot blood sprayed out.
"Puff!"
He swept his right leg like an iron post, smashing a great sage into a pulp. Then, with a flash of the gleaming demon blade, three more were split in succession, blood splashing dozens of feet high.
This was a blood-soaked ground. Even those who had preserved some Dao cultivation could not shake Ye Fan's true body. In just a few breaths, dozens of corpses lay at his feet.
He moved as if through an empty land, unstoppable. Having once fought ancient supremacies, he carried a terrifying aura that made people tremble.
Having experienced the most dreadful dark turmoil, even if he was not the strongest in combat, he possessed a bearing that looked down on all living beings, startling some into trembling uncontrollably.
Ye Fan was mercilessly reaping lives. These were people once protected by Emperor Void, Gai Jiuyou, Ji Zi, and others. Some might have still been in swaddling clothes back then, yet now he had to personally end their lives.
Blood blossoms bloomed, incomparably tragic. This place became a slaughterhouse. Body after body fell, staining the earth red.
And at this moment, Ye Fan's heart was strangely calm. No sorrow, no joy, no ripples—as if he were doing something very ordinary.
"Crack"
Unconsciously, he had already crushed two Great Dao Vases with his bare hands. The strong fell continuously, blood splattering everywhere. Before him, there was no one left, an empty space, with countless corpses at his feet.