Chapter 1712: Killing Again
This was a provocation, and even more so a contempt! A challenge from a descendant of the present age, separated by who knows how many generations, the giant of the underworld kept a faint smile on his face as he walked over from afar, but his killing intent grew several degrees heavier.
Black yin mist spread, this universe trembled, and a huge cyan claw parted the haze, gradually revealing its true form—its ferocious and terrifying appearance was chilling.
The Yama Hall Master stood ten zhang tall, his entire body cyan-colored, covered in a layer of fine scales that gleamed coldly. He had a humanoid torso, a massive head, and even his face was densely packed with cyan scales. Blood-red hair grew from his head, and among the strands were eight enormous horns, stretching from his temples across his skull to the back of his head, filling it completely—ferocious and horrifying.
Behind him trailed a massive tail, also ten zhang long, covered in cold cyan scales like a crocodile’s tail. His feet were like elephant legs, thick and powerful, stomping the void with a rumbling roar, while his hands were a pair of cyan dragon claws.
What kind of creature was this? Everyone was shocked, having never seen anything like it—strange and terrifying, even more chilling than so-called wild beasts or ferocious races.
“This is true underworld bloodline!” the Woodcutter Old Man was moved, unable to help sighing.
Many on the scene were bewildered; only a few understood the meaning, and upon hearing it, they couldn’t help but shudder, involuntarily stepping back, fear rising within them.
“A creature born from the extreme yin corpse sea, not a corpse, not an awakened ancient skeleton, but a true living being!” someone said.
With that, all the experts understood, their blood running cold as they realized its origin. They had heard legends of this, and their faces changed color!
This was a primordial yin god, not formed from posthumous corpse transformation, but naturally born, making it even more terrifying.
It feared neither thunder nor fire, nor heavenly tribulation; conventional methods of destroying corpses were useless against this creature. The key was its terrifying growth potential—it was a natural-born lord of the underworld.
Throughout history, the number of naturally born yin gods could be counted on one hand, each becoming an invincible existence, demonically defying heaven. The world had little sacred power to destroy them.
These evil spirits were born amidst endless corpses; only the underworld could possess such vast mountains of bones and seas of corpses, accumulated over tens of billions, giving rise to a single primordial yin god.
The Present Age Yama!
This hall master had such an origin. Once everyone understood thoroughly, their hair stood on end. Such a creature itself represented reincarnation, capable of directly sending someone to the afterlife, ending their life.
“Heh heh…” He laughed coldly, striding forward, his eyes shooting out two eerie beams of light. Wherever the yin light swept, entire groups of heavenly soldiers and generals turned into withered bones, their flesh, blood, and essence vanishing completely.
Boom!
Ye Fan punched over, while at the same time, two divine beams shot from his Source Heaven Immortal Pupils, bursting with radiance that dimmed the sun, moon, and stars, suppressing the enemy.
It must be said, his eye power was also heaven-defying. Created by him alone in this era, unprecedented, it was extremely lethal to the underworld’s yin soldiers.
The Yama Hall Master could withstand it, but behind him, the sea of yin soldiers and generals fell in droves, one ancient skeleton after another exploding under the sacred force.
“Let me handle this!”
The Woodcutter Old Man stepped forward, blocking Ye Fan’s path. This Yama was too terrifying—a primordial yin god at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor Ninth Heaven. Who in this world could suppress him? Even he would have to risk his life. Without a trump card, he might fall.
Clang! The woodcutter’s blade aura shot into the sky, like a river of stars rolling back. The place turned white, and the icy killing intent shook the vast starry sky. The Woodcutter Old Man struck at the Present Age Yama.
“All that exists is illusion; death is the true reality,” the Yama Hall Master murmured, calm and steady, his hands slowly moving. The heavens and earth split open, revealing mountains of corpses and seas of bones floating in the universe.
Though the Woodcutter Old Man’s blade aura was powerful, it all merged into this death world, dissolving. The gray yin qi floated like bone dust, cold as knives scraping bones.
One skeleton after another stood up, devouring the blade aura and essence, strengthening themselves, then walking forward—this was a kingdom of death.
In the universe, every great star was a transformed skull, the death aura thick, a desolate forbidden land, cold killing intent. Such a strange world trapped a peerless expert.
The Woodcutter Old Man’s expression turned grave, his gaze shifting as if a thousand years had passed in an instant. His woodcutter blade slowly pushed forward, and on its edge, a world was being created. Primordial deities rushed out from the newly split universe’s chaos, wreaking havoc in this death world.
“Roar…” The roar shook this sea of withered bones.
At the blade’s extreme, it opened heaven and earth, evolving sun, moon, and stars, recreating a brand new great universe. The Woodcutter Old Man used this life-giving creation to counter Yama’s death kingdom.
Boom!
This was a great clash of ultimate laws. Both worlds collapsed, stars exploded, and a massive collapse occurred here, sending both figures flying.
Chains of galaxies turned to dust, countless skull stars shattered, until finally, only the two stood facing each other.
“Return to reincarnation!”
The Yama Hall Master’s words were calm but cold. His eyes went hollow, then suddenly shot out two gray beams, thick with death qi, endlessly stripping the life from this starry sky.
In the distance, some weaker cultivators instantly turned into withered bones, their flesh and blood shriveling into dry corpses.
The gray death beams formed a gate—a place of reincarnation—intending to absorb the Woodcutter Old Man, turning him into historical ashes, ending his life.
“Dong,” “dong”…
The Woodcutter Old Man swung his blade. Each time the woodcutter blade fell, it made a thunderous sound, releasing thick yang qi, imprinting symbol after symbol in the void, guarding and suppressing this stretch of sky.
Bang!
The reincarnation gate exploded, failing to swallow the Woodcutter Old Man, but both combatants were heavily injured, staggering back, covered in blood.
Two peerless experts clashed, shaking the universe!
On the other side, Ye Fan was not idle. He launched a killing spree, sweeping in all directions without holding back, his attack power shaking heaven and earth.
His Source Heaven Immortal Pupils swept across, and all the yin spirits exploded into powder. Ye Fan’s eyes burned like two torches, strikingly conspicuous in this cold universe.
Meanwhile, a portion of the Heavenly Court’s troops chanted the Salvation Scripture, its effects now manifesting. Runes filled the sky, suppressing the black tide-like yin army, making them wail in pain, unable to unleash their fierce killing power.
Ye Fan killed a powerful war slave—a pioneer on the Quasi-Emperor path. He used the Primordial Qi Cauldron to shake him to death, turning him into a white bone imprint that merged into the cauldron’s wall.
This battle made him feel the underworld’s terror. He had nearly suffered light injuries, and such war slaves were more than one!
With tens of millions of years of accumulation, the underworld lacked no Quasi-Emperor corpses, buried in yin graves, nurtured for hundreds of thousands of years. Once awakened and reshaped, they could display invincible divine might.
“Over there…”
The Yellow-Toothed Old Man shouted, signaling Ye Fan to support another battlefield. The Big Beard Quasi-Emperor was covered in blood, locked in a great battle with the Sun Moon Divine General, but ambushed by underworld war slaves, he was heavily injured and clearly faltering.
Seeing Ye Fan approach, the Sun Moon Divine General’s eyes widened, his aura surging. His blood roared like a sea, a great sun emerging above his head, a heavenly moon spinning behind him—he was like a demon god.
“I’ll take over!”
Ye Fan replaced Big Beard, immediately using a secret technique from the Sun Immortal Scripture to counter the opponent’s Great Sun Divine Fist—truly a clash of titans.
Crack!
Golden lightning split and danced, spreading from this center across the universe. Those below this level had long retreated, unable to withstand it.
Pop, pop…
One star after another was struck by golden lightning, all exploding like ghostly flowers blooming, brilliant for an instant, then fading into eternal silence.
“You killed Kun Tian, and how cruel the result was,” the Sun Moon Divine General said bitterly.
“Cruel? Don’t you think using that word in a life-or-death battle is naive?” Ye Fan looked at him calmly.
“I don’t mean you’re cruel, but for him, it was too cruel. Not dying at the hands of that invincible divine general at the Ninth Heaven peak of the ancient Heavenly Court, but killed by a later generation at the Sixth Heaven—an unbearable outcome!” the Sun Moon Divine General laughed desolately.
“He died without injustice. You’ll see whether dying by my hand was worth it!” Ye Fan’s entire body shone, unleashing his ultimate potential, walking toward him. His vast blood essence disturbed all heavens and realms, divine phenomena emerging, surrounding him at the center, myriad immortal lights—he was like a Heavenly Emperor descending to the mortal world!
“If we were at our peak, in the ancient times, what could you use to fight us?!” the Sun Moon Divine General roared, his body swelling. He was filled with too much resentment, unable to unleash his full former combat power, feeling helpless.
“If I were born in ancient times, you wouldn’t exist. If we were at the same realm, there would be no need to fight at all!” Ye Fan’s reply was cold and ruthless, directly tearing apart the Sun Moon Divine General’s last shred of pride.
In truth, the Sun Moon Divine General himself knew—this young man was too strong. If they truly fought at the same level and era, they would all become bones on his imperial path.
He had seen two such people. Being born in the same era as them was a tragedy; no one could contend.
Yet, he found it hard to accept this fact. The ancient enfeoffed divine, the Eight Divine Generals who commanded the world, who intimidated the entire ancient era, leaving a glorious name in history—was this how they would end?!
They had once been invincible, once bathed in glory, the whole world prostrate at their feet. They were the greatest heroes of their time!
But now, the curtain was falling…
Their pride and dignity were written in ancient history, shining through the ages. They never imagined a day would come when a young expert of a later generation would end all their glory, making them leave the world in obscurity, ending them all!
“Kill!”
The Sun Moon Divine General erupted, his blood burning, his divine soul surging, his forehead bones cracking. He spared no cost, even if he died immediately after the battle, he wanted a glorious fight, not a shameful defeat.
The outcome was already decided, with no suspense.
In that divine phenomenon, an Immortal King sat cross-legged, the golden forbidden sea boiling. A powerful figure stood, tearing the Sun Moon Divine General in two. Blood splattered, and that figure walked through the blood, like a supreme demon lord.
“Everything I had was in the ancient times… I should never have come to this world…”
The Sun Moon Divine General wished he had died gloriously in the ancient era, killed by a divine general of the ancient Heavenly Court, rather than being slain by a rising young man of a later generation…