Chapter 466: Human King Seal
Corpse after corpse lay in the mountain ridges, blood staining the grass red. No fewer than one or two experts at the eighth transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm had fallen, all slain by Ji Haoyue.
The forest floor was littered with bodies, blood mist spreading everywhere. Even powerful strange beasts dared not approach—this was a place where life had been extinguished.
This result left Ye Fan inwardly astonished. The Divine King Physique of the Ji Family truly lived up to its reputation, far more powerful and terrifying than a few years ago. However, he was ultimately at the end of his strength, exhausted from killing too many.
Now, although only a dozen or so remained, they were all extremely troublesome, each possessing secret techniques or ancient treasures. At this point, even if the Ji Family Divine King Physique fought desperately, he could no longer hold on.
"Attack together, kill them!" These people acted in unison. Even though they could see that Ye Fan was extraordinary, they could not give up at this moment.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan struck with heavy force from the start, spinning into the air and swinging his right leg horizontally. The descending great bell let out a loud "Clang" as he kicked it apart.
The bell waves, sharp as blades, spread in all directions, shaving three zhang off the ground. Even a nearby cliff was reduced to rubble, while the peak of a mountain on the other side was sliced clean off.
This showed how terrifying the bell was—its waves were like divine swords, destroying all obstacles. Yet Ye Fan shattered it with a single kick, shocking everyone present.
"Clatter, crash"
Fragments fell, glittering with crystalline light. They were clearly divine iron, but they were destroyed under Ye Fan's physical body, utterly fragile, scattering into the cliffs, grass, and rubble.
"Kill him first!"
These people sensed an ominous turn. Abandoning Ji Haoyue and his sister, they all attacked Ye Fan, concentrating all their power to eliminate him first, giving him no chance.
"Pfft"
But Ye Fan was too fast. While they were still speaking, he had already charged forward, locking onto the bell's owner and slamming his palm down.
All they saw was a splash of blood and scattered bone fragments as the battle ended. The bell was destroyed, and before that person could react, Ye Fan had used the Stride Art to close in and end his life.
"Kill!" These people shouted, eyes bloodshot. At this critical juncture, they refused to let their efforts go to waste.
"Chi"
A divine light flashed. Someone shook an ancient mirror, sending up a terrifying beam of light, trying to shine it down on Ye Fan. He sneered coldly, shaking back and forth.
However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Fan did not dodge. He swung his fist and smashed into it.
"Clang"
The divine light collided with his fist. Instead of turning him into a pool of pus as they had imagined, it produced the sound of metal shattering.
"Clang," "Clang"...
Ye Fan moved like a phantom, charging through the divine light, closing in at extreme speed. Each time he swung his fist, he knocked back the mirror's light. In the blink of an eye, he was upon them.
"Dodge, fall back!"
The others shouted. By now, they could all see that Ye Fan was fearless, completely unafraid of the ancient mirror's attacks. He moved with grand, sweeping motions, striking from afar directly to close quarters.
That person was not slow, but compared to Ye Fan, it was nothing. The others sacrificed various ancient treasures to rescue him, but none could catch up.
"Smack, crack"
Ye Fan almost punched straight through the ancient mirror, his body not pausing as he lunged forward, simultaneously piercing through that person's chest, shattering his soul, and ending his life.
"Who is this?!"
Those behind gasped in cold air. This kind of close-combat killing technique was chilling—nothing could withstand it. Even powerful magical treasures were useless, shattering with a single blow.
Behind him, Ji Haoyue, whose divine power was nearly exhausted and who was about to collapse, also narrowed his eyes, divine light flashing in his pupils as he stared at Ye Fan's palm and fingers.
"So powerful..." Ji Ziyue's big eyes curved into crescent moons, her tense emotions relaxing. Crystal tears hung on her jade-white, delicate cheeks.
"Who exactly are you? Why meddle in other people's business?!"
This group felt uneasy. They were strong, including those at the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation, but they had also consumed too much divine power. Their situation was slightly better than Ji Haoyue's, but still unsuitable for intense battle.
This suddenly appeared person, whose close-combat skills made him seem to enter an empty realm, made everyone gasp and feel a bad premonition.
"Don't get close! Use treasures to kill him!"
"Use the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow! Shoot him down!"
These people grew ruthless and quickly made a plan. Several experts stepped forward, jointly holding a green hard bow, using all their strength to draw it into a full moon shape.
At that moment, the essence of the ten directions surged toward them like a tide. This bow was very special, as if it had a soul, containing a deity within, autonomously absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.
It trembled gently, emitting ten thousand rays of light, shaking the entire mountain range. A divine light appeared on the bowstring, forming an arrow, about to be shot.
Ye Fan was inwardly surprised. This was definitely a Saint Lord-rank heavy artifact, no small matter. It made him feel a strong threat. He saw the terrifying blood holes on Ji Haoyue's body, likely caused by this bow.
"Kill!"
"When the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow is drawn, all under heaven are slain!"
Those people shouted, their voices like thunder. Leaves from ten thousand trees drifted down, creating a scene of slaughter.
Ye Fan did not want to be a living target for them. His sleeves fluttered as he took a step with nine flashes, advancing along an inexplicable trajectory, heading straight for the bow holder. Divine light flickered at his fingertips as he pointed forward.
"Whoosh!"
The Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow's string vibrated. That light arrow shot out like a deity, emitting a terrifying howl, illuminating heaven and earth, heading straight for Ye Fan's head.
"Die! That's what you get for meddling!"
Clearly, they had great confidence in this arrow, believing it would severely wound Ye Fan. Everyone revealed cold smiles and sacrificed their treasures, attacking together to destroy his soul.
Ye Fan shifted positions, dodging continuously, but he found that a strand of qi had locked onto him. No matter how he fled, that divine light would not stop.
"The Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow—as long as one's strength is sufficient, it can shoot down anything. I don't believe you can dodge it!" The archers taunted, full of confidence.
However, they dared not be careless. They sacrificed various ancient treasures, not wanting to give Ye Fan any chance, using the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow to assist in killing the enemy.
"Swish," "Swish"...
Ye Fan's body was blurry, like an unreal phantom, darting east and west, swift as a god or ghost. It seemed impossible for a flesh-and-blood person to achieve this.
"Why is his speed so fast?!"
Everyone was stunned. Even the light arrow could not catch up, barely trailing behind. Several ancient treasures also struck empty air, not harming a single hair on him.
Ye Fan frowned, however. If he had not mastered the Stride Art, the light arrow would have caught him long ago. There was no way to shake it off, and continuing like this was not a solution.
"Clang!"
He suddenly stopped. Divine light burst from between his fingers, colliding with the light arrow, producing a blinding radiance that made many close their eyes.
"Courting death!"
"Daring to clash head-on with the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow—you don't know your limits!"
Those people all revealed cold expressions, ready to see Ye Fan's bones break and tendons snap, his palm shattered. But their cold smiles quickly froze.
Ye Fan's fingers were not broken; they remained intact. He muttered to himself, "Such powerful force. I was too careless. It made my physical body bleed."
On his fingertip, a very bright drop of blood rolled down, but it did not harm his foundation—just a single drop of blood.
He was sighing, while the others were in shock. The mighty Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow had only this effect?
"What? It barely even pierced the skin?!"
"The Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow can even wound a Saint Lord. Is he a Barbarian Ancient King? How did it only draw a single drop of blood?!"
Those people were stunned, then felt a chill. What kind of terrifying physical body was this?
Not far away, Ji Haoyue was also startled, but he did not delay. He closed his eyes, his whole body glowing as he rapidly healed his injuries, trying to recover his combat power.
Ji Ziyue was surprised, her little tiger teeth flashing with crystalline light. She wiped away her tears, her big black gem-like eyes rolling around nonstop.
"Is he that barbarian?!" In an instant, this group thought of the savage in the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, who had torn apart a Great Power's palm with his bare hands.
"Never mind that! Pour all your divine power into drawing the full moon bow and shoot continuously!" Others shouted. Several more stepped forward, jointly holding the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow and pulling the string together.
"Whoosh," "Whoosh," "Whoosh"...
These people were nearly frenzied, doing their utmost to jointly activate the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow. It was far more terrifying than before, like a sun falling here, with ten thousand immortal rays.
Arrow after arrow was shot out. Each one was like a comet crossing the sky, dazzling and brilliant. Heavenly essence and earthly auspiciousness surged like tides, madly pouring into the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow.
Ye Fan also turned into a wisp of light, pushing the Stride Art to its limit. He moved among the terrifying light arrows, rapidly closing in. When he absolutely could not dodge, he swung his fist and smashed.
"Zheng," "Qiang"...
The sounds were like immortal swords ringing in unison, making souls tremble. Terrifying collisions sent sparks flying. The ground was shaved several zhang deep by the light waves—a fearsome sight.
"This is..." Those people felt cold. Ye Fan had ultimate speed and an unmatched physical body, naturally countering them. Even the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow was ineffective.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan finally charged to close range. His right hand changed, forming a profound and mysterious seal. At this moment, his momentum soared, like a Great Emperor overlooking the world, making people want to kneel and worship.
As the seal appeared, Ye Fan's essence, energy, and spirit rose to a height that commanded awe. There was a kind of supreme pressure, looking down on all under heaven, like the Human King emerging, unique and unrivaled.
Human King Seal!
Ye Fan was using it for the first time. This ancient technique was profound and unfathomable, with the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers. Raising his hand seemed capable of overturning mountains and rivers, destroying ten thousand clans.
This was the Human King Seal. Just its momentum pressed down on people, making them tremble, almost wanting to prostrate in worship, as if truly facing the supreme Human King.
"Clang!"
The Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow was sent flying by him. As for the several people behind the bow, without exception, they all turned into meat paste in an instant, their forms and spirits annihilated.
"The long-lost Human King Seal?!" At this moment, the Ji Family Divine King Physique finally let out an exclamation of shock.
"Run!"
The others changed color. One person shouted, and the rest all retreated. Among them were experts at the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation, but now their divine power was nearly exhausted, unable to fight.
Ye Fan descended from the sky, suddenly striking. His physical body and speed were terrifying. Within this space sealed by the great formation, he held an absolute advantage, leaving them no choice.
"Pfft"
Once the Human King Seal was unleashed, it was invincible. Another person was beaten into a blood mist, leaving nothing behind. Its power was world-shaking.
Ye Fan formed the Human King Seal, walking through the void. With each step, the entire heaven and earth trembled. His momentum was awe-inspiring, like the Lord of the Human Clan on a journey!
"Pfft," "Pfft"...
Every strike he made shook mountains and rivers. No matter how far away, as long as he aimed at an enemy, their body would inevitably shatter.
"Ah..." These people screamed in terror. They felt they were not facing a person, but a god!
"Pfft"
"Ah..." Cries of agony rang out continuously. Anyone struck was inevitably crushed, without any suspense.
The Human King Seal was a terrifying sacred technique that made people shudder. Ye Fan seemed to have transformed into the Human King, walking through this mundane world, looking down on all living beings.