Chapter 513: A Bloody Massacre
The deep night was like an abyss, the ancient city plunged into total darkness. As soon as Emperor Wu Shi's array patterns emerged, they devoured the essence of heaven and earth, transforming this place into an ancient battlefield of slaughter.
At this moment, invisible killing intent surged violently, as if an entire world was collapsing and disintegrating. The aura of slaughter permeated the air, seeming as though it would cut down every living being in existence!
"What is happening?"
The crowd was terrified, as if they had fallen into a Senluo Hell. Every inch of their flesh convulsed, blood oozing out, every bone trembling lightly, creaking and cracking.
Whether they were powerful cultivators or weak individuals, everyone felt utter despair, as if the end of days had arrived, their hearts filled with hopelessness.
Once Emperor Wu Shi's slaughter formation was deployed, everyone was sealed within it. Not a single person could escape!
"Ye Fan, you brat! Do you think laying down some array patterns can trap us?" A cultivator at the Four Extremes Secret Realm transmitted a voice message as he tried to break out.
"Crack!"
A cyan light descended from the sky, accompanied by a pungent smell of scorching. That man's entire body emitted white smoke, his flesh and organs trembling, his facial features twisted in agony.
"Thud"
He fell straight down, his flesh completely charred. A cyan lightning bolt had struck him dead, his divine consciousness reduced to ashes.
"This is..." Many people gasped in cold air. Even several elder figures at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm changed color. That man was someone they had pushed forward to test the waters, and he had been killed in a single strike.
Ye Fan stood beneath the night sky, a cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. He said nothing, calmly sweeping his gaze over everyone.
Almost no one showed their true face. All who had come to seize the cauldron had used various means to conceal their original appearances. Shadowy figures crowded the area—cultivators at the Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and even Half-Step Great Power realms were present!
"Owww..." The Big Black Dog let out a long howl as it appeared not far away, covered in blood, having suffered considerable injuries in the chaos.
Behind it, Wu Zhongtian, Jiang Huairen, and the others were also stained with blood. Although they had retreated at the first opportunity, they too had been wounded, as too many experts had come.
"You were so arrogant just now! Come on, try to kill this emperor again! Damn it, don't look at anyone else, I'm talking about you!" The Big Black Dog roared, staring at an old man at the sixth transformation of Dragon Transformation.
"A hairless, lowly dog..." The old man sneered, completely unaware of the danger, not realizing this was an ancient great emperor's array pattern.
"Old bastard, go die!" The Big Black Dog made its move, activating the slaughter formation.
"Chi"
A patch of crimson light bloomed, as brilliant as fireworks, but the killing intent was like ice freezing three thousand miles, bone-chillingly cold, enveloping the old man.
"Ah..."
That old man at the sixth transformation of Dragon Transformation let out a miserable scream. He was instantly turned into a mist of blood by that crimson light, his body and soul utterly annihilated, dying a violent death.
Even many elder figures changed color. Everyone in the darkness felt a chill in their hearts. This was a profound and mysterious array pattern—once activated, it would be a great catastrophe.
"Ye Fan, you brat, we'll spare your life for half an hour," several powerful cultivators who prided themselves on their deep understanding of Dao patterns said as they worked together to open a Domain Gate, attempting to flee.
"Swish!"
The patterns they inscribed shattered like bubbles. At the same time, dozens of blood-colored lightning bolts intertwined and descended, striking downward.
"Boom!"
The crimson lightning struck down, but there was no chance to escape.
If not for the rotten wooden hammer in his hand and the black gourd on his back—both terrifyingly powerful, always saving his life at critical moments—he would have been killed already.
"These Holy Sons all have great fortunes. If not for the slaughter formation severely wounding them, killing them would have required considerable effort." Ye Fan frowned.
He didn't know how the other party had obtained the rotten wooden hammer and such, but with the corresponding techniques, their combined power was unmatched.
"This should end. I'll send you on your way!"
Finally, Ye Fan swept his sword horizontally. His arm swelled to an alarming size, making people shudder. He swung the Yin Yang Sacred Sword, bending the blade as if it were about to snap.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan sliced off the head of the Holy Son of the Zi Mansion. Blood spurted over three meters high. The headless corpse fell into a pool of blood. He swung his sword again, cleaving the fleeing head in two!
"Ah..."
The Holy Son of the Zi Mansion let out an unwilling roar with his soul: "Ye Fan, you won't live either..." A mass of purple light rushed out.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan struck down with his sword, shattering the purple light, causing a generation's Holy Son to be utterly destroyed, body and soul. He didn't want to give the other party a chance to shout out, preventing him from revealing his identity.
"Killing you is just killing you. Right now, you're just a nobody!" He stood holding the blood-dripping Sacred Sword.