# Chapter 514: Another Saint Son Slain
Ye Fan swung the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword, killing the Zi Mansion Saint Son. His head and divine consciousness turned to ashes, leaving only a headless corpse spurting blood.
A generation's Saint Son had met his end. He might have become a supreme Sacred Lord, but today his life reached its end, becoming dust in the annals of history.
It could be predicted that a great upheaval would soon follow. This was the first Saint Son of the Eastern Wasteland to fall in recent years, and it would certainly trigger a massive storm!
The rotten wooden hammer had nothing remarkable about it. There were traces of insect bites on its surface, and it was nearly decayed, bearing no resemblance to a weapon. If thrown on the ground, no one would bother to pick it up.
Yet precisely this unremarkable broken wooden hammer could emit Chaos Light, even cracking the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword. Its power was extraordinary, repeatedly resolving the Zi Mansion Saint Son's calamities.
Ye Fan held it in his hand, feeling it as light as if he were carrying a piece of firewood, with hardly any weight. It seemed that with a little force, it might snap.
"Dong"
He flicked his finger hard, and the rotten wooden hammer emitted a hollow sound, like hollowed-out decayed wood. But no matter how much force he applied, he couldn't shatter it. Its texture was very hard.
"Bang"
He gripped the broken wooden hammer and swung it. "Weng"—a soft tremor—and a large black hole was carved into the void, with a beam of Chaos Light shooting inside.
"What kind of treasure is this? Its power far exceeds the Yin-Yang Sword!" Ye Fan exclaimed in astonishment.
"This must be a divine object..." The Big Black Dog came closer, its eyes wide as saucers, its large claws shooting out with lightning speed. Its greedy habit had flared up again.
Ye Fan knew its nature and had been on guard. He raised his hand to block it, saying, "Don't snatch recklessly. Quickly preside over the slaughter formation. Don't let a single person escape."
At this moment, the entire area was covered in blood and mud. The stench of blood was overwhelming. No one knew how many had died. The scene was horrifying, as if they had arrived at a slaughterhouse.
Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the others also came over, looking at the rotten wooden hammer with amazement. It could actually emit Chaos Light, was indestructible, and could be called a divine object.
"The Zi Mansion Saint Son is dead..."
Liu Kou and the others all felt that things had escalated. This was the future master of a Holy Land, slain by Ye Fan. If news spread, the entire Northern Domain would experience a massive earthquake.
"Ah..."
Screams continued to ring out. The Ancient Great Emperor's slaughter formation was unparalleled in the world. It transformed into a tangible, substantial great millstone, grinding heaven and earth, constantly turning lives into bloody paste.
"Ah..."
Not a single person could escape. The ancient slaughter formation was like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, each time cutting down a large swath of people. This was a veritable meat grinder.
No matter how many powerful experts—even if they were Dragon Transformation Eighth Transformation or peak super experts—they could not escape the annihilation of the Ancient Great Emperor's formation patterns. The blood and mud were mixed with bone fragments.
The bright red on the ground was interspersed with patches of ghastly white broken bones, making one's scalp tingle. It was too gruesome to behold, and no one dared to look directly.
In the cruel world of cultivators, once battle began, there was no room for mercy. Right and wrong were hard to distinguish. There was no talk of right or wrong—only life and death and the law of the jungle.
Ye Fan walked forward, arriving before the headless corpse of the Zi Mansion Saint Son. He removed the large black gourd from behind him. This too was a secret treasure.
Not to mention the gourd itself, the Heaven Yin Absolute Water it contained was worth a fortune. This was death water, capable of dissolving even a Sacred Lord's physical body. No one dared to touch it.
"Eh, this rotten wooden hammer... looks very much like the stopper for this large gourd!" Jiang Huairen's sharp eyes immediately spotted the anomaly.
Ye Fan inserted the handle of the rotten wooden hammer into the gourd's mouth. It fit perfectly, sealing the opening seamlessly. The hammer head and the gourd's spout became one.
"What fortune! This is absolutely a divine object. Even the stopper can emit Chaos Light, and it's this terrifying. One can imagine what the gourd itself is like!" The Big Black Dog stood upright, a fierce glint in its eyes, ready to snatch again.
"Dead dog, can't you behave yourself for once?" Ye Fan shot it a sidelong glance.
Everyone's hearts were shaken. This black gourd definitely had an extraordinary origin. If the stopper was this terrifying, one could imagine the true nature of the gourd itself.
"That Zi Mansion kid probably only got this gourd not long ago. What a waste of a heavenly treasure—using the gourd's stopper as a weapon, completely unaware of its true value!" the Big Black Dog said.
They fiddled with it for a while but couldn't discover the black gourd's purpose. It was harder than Divine Iron, and even Ye Fan's golden finger couldn't pierce it.
"Although Heaven Yin Absolute Water is priceless, compared to the black gourd, it's not even worth a single hair. Using it to hold the water is a complete waste."
"Ah..."
Screams rose and fell. By now, only a few people were still alive. The rest had been chopped into meat paste—a bloody, sorrowful and gory scene. Only a dozen or so remained.
Ye Fan was very calm. There was no ripple in his eyes as he quietly watched everything. When he didn't act, it was one thing, but once he made a decision, he was this resolute.
"What a pity, only two Saint Sons entered..." He was searching for the whereabouts of the Wanchu Saint Son.
Those who survived were not necessarily the strongest. The Primordial Slaughter Formation was incomplete—only a corner of it. Some areas had terrifying killing power to the extreme, while other regions were relatively weaker.
"There!"
A flash of light flickered in Ye Fan's eyes. He rushed over quickly and arrived before a pile of corpses. There lay a blood-soaked figure, completely drenched in blood, motionless, ice-cold, with no sign of life.
He was mixed in with the blood and mud, buried beneath it. Anyone else would have been unable to sense him and would have assumed he was long dead.
But Ye Fan had cultivated his Divine Eye. With one glance, he saw through it—the man was still alive. His life essence was very vigorous, emitting a blazing radiance that had not been extinguished.
The Wanchu Saint Son was actually feigning death, trying to escape this calamity. But he had no choice—he had been forced into this situation.
Ye Fan rushed over like a ghost, silent and soundless. He swung the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword, transforming it into a savage dragon, and slashed downward. The thick sword light connected with the dark clouds in the sky!
"Shua!"
The Wanchu Saint Son transformed into a streak of green light, shooting up like lightning to dodge. The earth was split open, revealing a pitch-black, bottomless chasm!
"Brother Ye, I think there's some misunderstanding," the Wanchu Saint Son began, wanting to say something. But Ye Fan activated the All Secret, swinging the Sacred Sword forward, giving him no chance.
"Zheng!"
This sword split the high heavens. The dense dark clouds scattered, and countless starlight poured down like a waterfall—tens of thousands of beams, a vast expanse of white, cascading downward.
The Wanchu Saint Son's face changed color. He felt the terrifying edge of a blade at his neck. The aura of death was spreading. He couldn't withstand it head-on!
But within the Primordial Slaughter Formation, he had no way to escape. One wrong step and he would be annihilated in both body and spirit. He could only face the mountain-like sword light.
Once the All Secret was triggered, combat power increased tenfold. This was a destructive aura, sweeping away everything in its path. The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword shone as brilliantly as a sun.
"Bo!"
The Wanchu Saint Son's palm was crystalline. Blood light burst forth as he opened a sorrowful blood box. Fresh blood dyed the night sky red, as if an ancient ferocious spirit had awakened, about to destroy all things.
Heavenly Demon Blood Box!
In ancient times, a Heavenly Demon had refined this weapon from his own Demon God blood for his descendants. Its killing power was unparalleled. The Heavenly Demon's blood could dissolve all opponents.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan's sword strike carried immense force. It collided with the blood light, sending the Wanchu Saint Son flying backward, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
With tenfold combat power unleashed, who among the same realm could contend?
This was equivalent to ten Saint Son-level figures joining forces to attack the Wanchu Saint Son alone. Within the Primordial Slaughter Formation, he had no way to dodge. Even with heaven-defying techniques, he couldn't withstand it and was immediately severely injured.
But Ye Fan was also inwardly alarmed. He took large steps backward. The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword in his hand was stained with demon blood, and the cracks on it rapidly expanded.
"Crack!"
The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword snapped, completely destroyed by the Heavenly Demon Blood Box.
Ye Fan's entire body erupted with blazing golden light, blocking the Demon God blood from touching him. He took out the rotten wooden hammer and struck fiercely, dispersing the endless blood light.
"The legendary treasure refined by the peerless Heavenly Demon—we must seize it!" the Big Black Dog shouted from behind.
Ye Fan swung the rotten wooden hammer. A terrifying beam of Chaos Light shot out, striking toward the Wanchu Saint Son and carving a black hole in the void.
"Boom"
The Heavenly Demon Blood Box was less than three inches long, but it contained an endless sea of blood. At this moment, boundless waves surged out, nearly drowning the entire area.
"Chi"
Ye Fan used the rotten wooden hammer to carve out a black hole, channeling the endless blood sea into it, and shot out Chaos Divine Light to strike at the Wanchu Saint Son.
The two quickly engaged in fierce battle. The Primordial Slaughter Formation was in operation, and the Wanchu Saint Son was cautious with every step, unable to concentrate.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan successfully triggered the All Secret once again. The rotten wooden hammer in his hand blazed with light, as if it had come alive, shooting out a large expanse of Chaos Light.
This was a terrifying scene. The black night sky continuously collapsed, and a black hole appeared. The Wanchu Saint Son cried out, using the Heavenly Demon Blood Box to block.
But with tenfold combat power unleashed, it was too terrifying. It destroyed everything. The entire blood sea was evaporated, and everything was annihilated!
Within the Primordial Slaughter Formation, the Wanchu Saint Son had no way to dodge. He could only take it head-on. "Bang!" He was sent flying by the Chaos Light, his body cracking.
"Weng!"
Ye Fan activated the Stride Art, rushing over like a beam of light. During the brief period when tenfold combat power was active, he struck continuously, fierce and unmatched.
"Pu"
The Wanchu Saint Son spat out a large mouthful of blood. Hit by the Chaos Light once more, most of the bones in his body were broken. He shouted, "You can't..."
"Boom!"
Ye Fan didn't give him a chance to continue. Tenfold combat power surged. The rotten wooden hammer shattered the void, sending him flying, nearly turning him into meat paste.
"You..." The Wanchu Saint Son coughed blood.
"Dong!"
Ye Fan used the rotten wooden hammer to press against the Heavenly Demon Blood Box. Chaos Light sealed the endless blood sea, and the two weapons stuck together.
At this moment, the combat power triggered by the All Secret disappeared. But the Wanchu Saint Son was already at his last gasp, struggling to resist.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan reached out with his golden hand and struck forward. A destructive aura shook the air.
"Crack"
The Wanchu Saint Son's arm snapped, then his chest caved in. His physical body was struck by the golden handprint!
"Pu!"
The Sacred Body's physical form was incredibly powerful. The golden hand, like a great millstone, struck solidly against the Wanchu Saint Son's body, causing him to split into four or five pieces on the spot.
The Wanchu Saint Son's primordial spirit shot out, trying to escape. Ye Fan's brow—a golden lake—condensed into a small golden cauldron, which rushed over and shattered it.
Another Eastern Wasteland Saint Son had fallen. The future master of Wanchu had been erased like this, becoming nothing but historical smoke, never to exist again.
Ye Fan had slain two Saint Sons in a single day. This was enough to shake the world. At the same time, he had annihilated so many powerful experts, killing them all, leaving only meat paste on the ground. This would trigger earth-shattering waves.
"Where is Yao Xi? Where is Da Yan Saint Son Xiang Yifei? They came too..." He furrowed his brow slightly.