Chapter 1621: Both God and Demon
Blood energy filled the air, corpses littered the ground. Ye Fan stood alone atop a pile of bodies, silently observing everything. No words, no movements—like a stone statue.
No one remained nearby. Ye Fan had slaughtered until the various heroes felt chilled to the bone. Even though they were Great Sages, they had never witnessed such a bloody scene. The dead were all Great Sages! Could the man whose clothes remained unstained by blood truly have once fought across the stars and safeguarded a region of peace?
Just moments ago, he had clearly resembled a Demon Lord, killing until people trembled, battling until the masses wanted to scream—it was too terrifying.
The living dared not approach. At this moment, they all felt their hair stand on end. They were lords of their respective domains, hailing from different star regions, each the strongest on their own star. Yet here, they had no dignity. They were so insignificant, unable to lift their heads before that man, forced to grovel at his feet. This was a humiliation.
They retreated. Those who had earlier declared they would kill Ye Fan were now all silent. This place filled them with fear.
At the farthest edge, another group was stirred with excitement. These were people who had come on a pilgrimage, following Ye Fan’s footsteps. They had gathered in greater numbers, surrounding the battlefield.
They were utterly shaken, feeling their blood boil within them. They wanted to beat their chests and roar to express their emotions. Three hundred years had passed, and that man had stubbornly survived, still as powerful as ever.
Some had grown up hearing legends about him, filled with boundless reverence. They believed he was the strongest—if he hadn’t fallen, he would surely have become a monumental figure.
In many hearts, Ye Fan had undoubtedly been deified, becoming a driving force that spurred them forward. Now, a miracle had occurred—they witnessed with their own eyes that he was still alive. How could they not be excited?
Earlier, they had been afraid, their hearts uneasy, fearing that Ye Fan might falter and tarnish his reputation, shattering the myth of his invincibility in their minds.
Ye Fan’s strength made their hearts surge with emotion. Even without his Dao fragments, he could still do this! He swept through all who challenged him, looking down on the masses, even stronger than the Sacred Body they had imagined in their hearts.
“Let’s all go up and kill them!” The strong who had come on a pilgrimage pressed forward, wanting to lend Ye Fan a hand.
Ye Fan shook his head, stopping them.
The enemies who had attacked grew timid, wanting to retreat. But Ye Fan coldly gazed at them, instantly freezing their bodies. This feeling was unbearable.
Ahead, corpses piled up like a mountain. That man stood atop them, having killed so many, yet not a single drop of blood stained him. He looked down on them.
Though so many had died, it all happened in an instant—so fast that many still couldn’t process it.
Tuoba Mo’s right hand was broken, fresh blood dripping to the ground. His wild, beast-like eyes held a coldness, like an awakened primordial beast, extremely dangerous.
His bones cracked as his hand healed. He stared at Ye Fan, unwilling to accept it. He had been defeated with a single palm strike, his bones shattered—too humiliating.
Over the years, as a top figure among the younger generation, he had faced setbacks, but never anything this disgraceful. As a Brahma Heaven Battle Physique, his physical body should have been able to contend with the Sacred Body. Why was this happening?
“Boom!”
Tuoba Mo struck again. This time, he was like a primordial beast, leaving afterimages in his wake, moving at an extreme speed, as if time itself had become disordered.
Everyone was stunned. His speed was too fast. Even with some Dao power intact and not fully severed, he shouldn’t have been this fast. Moreover, his blood energy was like an ocean, cracking the sky.
Tuoba Mo grew faster and faster, as if vanishing from the world, entering an ancient land, traversing two different time-spaces. He circled Ye Fan, not rushing to attack, waiting for an opportunity.
This was the first time Ye Fan showed a hint of surprise, but it quickly faded. He sensed that the other party had mastered the Stride Art, hence his extreme speed.
It seemed the Nine Secrets weren’t entirely concentrated on the Burial Emperor Star. Other star regions also had fragments, passed down and inherited by others.
“Boom!”
Tuoba Mo struck, his aura reaching its peak. Using that extreme speed, he maximized his combat power and charged forward. He merged with heaven and earth, even his breath and pulse synchronized, using the will of the cosmos to suppress Ye Fan.
But at that moment, Ye Fan took only a single step, instantly dismantling the momentum. The earth shook violently, and Tuoba Mo’s rhythm was disrupted, as if a foot had stomped on his heart!
Who was Ye Fan? The former battle maniac, who had studied the Stride Art to an extreme level. He easily disrupted his rhythm.
This strike shattered heaven and earth. Tuoba Mo’s hand bones cracked with a crunch, completely shattering. This time, his entire arm twisted and deformed.
He let out a beast-like roar. As a Brahma Heaven Battle Physique, how could he be inferior to others in physical combat? He refused to accept it!
But the facts were right before him. He had no choice but to retreat in resentment, deciding to temper his flesh to a higher level before fighting again.
However, his Stride Art was useless before Ye Fan. Ye Fan was a grandmaster of this art, able to see through everything. The moment Tuoba Mo moved, Ye Fan’s step ruined his rhythm.
“Bang!”
Ye Fan swung his leg, sweeping across the Battle Physique’s body as he tried to dodge. Tuoba Mo coughed up blood, his body cracking, and fell into a pool of blood.
Then, Ye Fan took a step and planted his foot on Tuoba Mo’s back, pressing down like a mountain. Tuoba Mo couldn’t move at all, his breathing nearly stopping.
Tuoba Mo had once declared that the Sacred Body was old and unfit for battle. But now, he faced such an embarrassing situation, trampled under Ye Fan’s foot in front of everyone.
“You…”
Veins bulged on Tuoba Mo’s forehead, but he couldn’t break free. Just one foot from Ye Fan, and despite using all his strength, he couldn’t resist.
“Bang!”
Ye Fan stomped down. The demon-like young man’s bones shattered, his origin damaged. All five secret realms were struck simultaneously. He collapsed limply, unable to struggle.
But he didn’t die.
“You… why don’t you kill me?” Tuoba Mo had been fearless before, but now his hair stood on end, a chill running down his spine. He felt that Ye Fan sparing him would be even more terrifying, filling him with great fear.
Ye Fan glanced at him, said nothing, and looked at the others. There were still quite a few factions capable of fighting.
“Everyone, at this point, do you still want to hold back? Can you escape his pursuit? We have no choice but to fight here!” Mo Wentian of the Yao Guang lineage spoke in a low voice, but there was authority and coldness in it. He was ready to go all out.
Two of their lineage had already died in battle. Though he hadn’t struck yet, he knew that Ye Fan was still as dominant as ever, as unshakable as three hundred years ago.
The Yao Guang lineage had six or seven people here, but only Mo Wentian was a direct disciple of Yao Guang. The others, though they observed the master-disciple ritual, were actually followers—former powerhouses from other star regions who had been subdued. They had received half of the Devouring Demon Art and cultivated this supreme technique.
Ye Fan swept his gaze over them, feeling pity. He knew that some of them were destined to become Yao Guang’s “great medicine.” Yao Guang would use them to gather the world’s medicine, then devour them.
It was the same with Hua Yunfei back then. His existence was meant to complete Yao Guang, unable to escape that predetermined fate. But Ye Fan had killed him first.
Killing intent filled the air. Battle erupted once more. Someone activated a forbidden artifact, usable on the Soaring Immortal battlefield without suppression.
Brilliant light instantly flooded heaven and earth. Mountains and rivers in the distance were vaporized, turning to ash. This was a terrifying attack of absolute destruction.
Clearly, this was no ordinary forbidden artifact. Otherwise, it couldn’t have displayed such power here, shaking everyone’s hearts.
“Die!” Mo Wentian revealed a cruel smile.
A scroll painting appeared in his hand, which he also activated. It exploded and burned at the center of the already boiling battlefield. Another powerful forbidden artifact took effect.
“Who else has forbidden artifacts? Use them all—don’t hold back!” Mo Wentian roared.
As a result, another terrifying forbidden artifact flew out, landing at the battlefield’s center. Heaven and earth shattered!
These were special artifacts refined specifically for this environment, requiring endless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to create.
Light flooded the area where Ye Fan stood. The heroes were invigorated. The battle cries rose again. They didn’t believe that Ye Fan, at his lowest point with no Dao power left, could withstand such powerful law-based attacks.
But when the light faded and heaven and earth returned to clarity, they saw a figure like a Demon Lord still standing at the center, one foot on Tuoba Mo’s back.
“How is this possible?!” At that moment, everyone was shocked. Even Mo Wentian, who had first declared that after three hundred years there was no longer a Human Sacred Body, felt a chill, trembling uncontrollably.
That man stood amidst countless corpses, in blood and bone, his black hair loose, his eyes deep as the starry sky. He was truly a world-dominating Demon King!
“If you don’t have Quasi-Emperor-level power, don’t even think about tearing my flesh apart.” That was the only response they got. And the next moment came bloodshed!
Ye Fan moved, swift as thunder.
“Pfft!”
He struck out with a palm, turning a powerhouse of the Yao Guang lineage into a bloody pulp. Then, Ye Fan seized a spear and pierced through two others, blood dripping.
In the process, Ye Fan saw the Overlord’s followers charging with roars, wanting to kill him. He couldn’t help but think of the Great Accomplishment Overlord Body from the Dark Chaos era.
“Pfft!”
He swung the spear, shattering all of them. Many were cut in half before exploding, blood splattering everywhere.
Then, Ye Fan faced three Stone Men. He used his full strength to blast them apart, their stone blood shooting into the sky.
At this moment, Ye Fan’s blood surged as he killed. The Great Accomplishment Overlord Body and Stone Emperor had once bathed the stars in blood, yet their related races had faced no persecution. But he was suffering this fate.
Many had shouted that after three hundred years, there was no longer a Human Sacred Body named Ye Fan!
Hearing these words, he initially felt anger, but soon calmed down. On the other shore of the starry sky, he had seen similar things too many times.
Veteran soldiers were begging on the streets. Those who had been driven away by the blood and lives of martyrs now sat pompously on their thrones, merely changing their identities, dressed in fine clothes, looking righteous.
Human hearts, human nature—all of this was ordinary.
Ye Fan became emotionless again, his heart tranquil. He slaughtered Great Sages here, and more corpses piled up beneath his feet.
In the end, everyone collapsed. Even Mo Wentian’s courage nearly shattered. With a boom, the black vase he had formed through Dao enlightenment was shattered by Ye Fan’s palm, turning into scattered dark light.
Bang!
Ye Fan stomped him to the ground, lying side by side with Tuoba Mo. All five secret realms were broken, unable to move an inch.
“Boom!”
Finally, Ye Fan shattered Yi Ming’s Azure Gold Dragon Sword with a single punch. The fragments of the blue sword body flew back, embedding themselves into Yi Ming himself. He cried out and fell into the blood pool, lying alongside Tuoba Mo and Mo Wentian.
All the others had died, killed by Ye Fan alone!
The ground was drenched in blood. Red mist drifted, the stench of blood thick. Corpses lay everywhere—a hellish scene.
In the distance, only the pilgrims remained, their numbers growing. They had all witnessed this shocking outcome.
“A man, a god, and a demon… unmatched under heaven!”