Chapter 650: Slaughtering in All Directions
The Jiuli Diagram, a terrifying Extreme Imperial Weapon, could obliterate any expert in the world, the ultimate weapon of the realm!
At this moment, it was firmly grasped in Ye Fan's hand, rustling as it unfurled. A wave of power that trampled across the Three Realms and Six Paths, annihilating all living beings, surged outward like a tidal wave.
"Ah..."
A chorus of screams rang out. Ahead, a group of cultivators were ignited like straw men, instantly torn apart and reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Under the might of an Extreme Imperial Weapon, no matter how peerless a prodigy you were, possessing heaven-defying divine abilities, you were as fragile as clay chickens or pottery dogs, smashed to pieces in an instant, leaving nothing behind.
"Rustle, rustle"
The Jiuli Diagram spread out, like layer upon layer of vast worlds rising and falling, annihilating all living beings. Every creature vanished, the world returning to its origin. Its offensive power was suffocatingly terrifying.
This was a divine energy beyond human resistance. No one could withstand it; all who stood in its path were ground to dust in the first moment.
"Ah..."
Many cultivators let out only a single terrified cry before being permanently erased from existence. Among them were nearly twenty Half-Step Great Powers and numerous eminent elders.
"All of you, go to hell!" Ye Fan roared. He was fighting with true fury, besieged on all sides, suppressed by an Extreme Imperial Weapon, facing near-certain death, and finally breaking through the deadlock.
A golden great ship cracked apart, and two Great Powers tumbled out, both dying on the spot.
A golden ancient pagoda exploded, and another Great Power met his end. The weapon of an ancient Great Emperor was too terrifying, possessing boundless divine energy. The Jiuli Diagram continued to unfurl, spreading in all directions, covering heaven and earth.
At the critical moment, an ancient emperor's phantom appeared on the golden war chariot, suddenly opening its eyes to block the surging "flood." But this ancient emperor's form shattered as well, broken and destroyed.
Wang Teng, with disheveled hair, fled for his life. This was the worst defeat he had suffered since emerging into the world. When had he ever been so severely wounded? Even the various Saint Lords felt dread upon seeing him.
"Wang Teng, go to hell!"
Ye Fan roared, locking onto him completely. But catching him in a short time was difficult—activating an Imperial Weapon consumed too much power. Even with his formidable physique, his entire essence was nearly drained.
"Bang"
Wang Teng was sent flying again by the golden war chariot, breaking dozens of bones. Yet his eyes remained cold as he silently chanted an ancient incantation.
"Boom"
The void tore open, and a golden cave appeared, as if leading to the boundless heavenly realm. The golden war chariot carried him inside, about to vanish.
"Rustle, rustle"
The Jiuli Diagram unfurled. Ye Fan exerted every ounce of strength to strike, wanting to keep the Northern Emperor here. He was an incredibly fearsome enemy, dominating the current era, and few would be able to restrain him in the future.
"Pop"
The golden cave in the void shattered. The Northern Emperor could be clearly seen twisting and deforming, his body drenched in blood, white bone fragments exposed.
But the golden cave ultimately disappeared, leaving his fate unknown, his figure gone.
Regardless of life or death, the mighty Northern Emperor had been reduced to such a state, which at least allowed Ye Fan to vent some of his anger. Of course, if he had cleaved him in half, he would have felt even more satisfied.
By now, Ye Fan could barely hold on. The power he had unleashed earlier was partly thanks to Ji Ziyue, who had channeled boundless magical power into him, rivaling a generation's Saint Lord.
But now, the Little Moon of the Ji Family was half-unconscious, gravely wounded and on the verge of death, unable to transfer any more magical power to him.
Even so, Ye Fan wielding the Extreme Imperial Weapon was still terrifying. He poured Life Spring Water for Ji Ziyue and the others, drinking large amounts himself, just to keep the Imperial Weapon active.
"What a coincidence. All of you, go to hell!"
Ye Fan swept through his enemies. In this area, he encountered over a dozen Supreme Elders from Wanchu and Zifu, and immediately charged at them.
"Rustle, rustle"
The Jiuli Diagram unfurled. These men turned ashen-faced, fleeing for their lives, their divine flames blazing fiercely, as if they wanted to burn their very origins to ashes in an instant.
"Ah..."
Screams rose one after another. Before the weapon of an ancient Great Emperor, even an invincible king would meet their end, let alone them. Though they were great figures of Holy Lands, at this moment they were like homeless dogs, panicked and hopeless.
A burst of terrified cries. These men fell like withered leaves, rustling down, then shattered in the heavens and earth, all dying on the spot.
At the far end of the void, many powerful cultivators witnessed this scene and felt a chill run from head to toe. How could they resist? The Sacred Body had gone berserk, and the entire Qinling Mountains trembled. No one knew how many would die.
Ye Fan had slaughtered to the point of madness. Along this path, countless experts fell from the sky. The heavens turned blood-red. In the central area, no one remained intact. At the distant horizon, corpses fell like rain, covering the ground.
"It's you..."
Ahead, a golden great banner fluttered loudly as a group fled—the Supreme Elders of the Northern Plains Golden Clan, along with one of their Young Masters and a Great Power.
"Ye Fan, if you go on this killing spree, there will be no place for you in the world!" one of them shouted, clearly bluffing.
"If I let you live, where is the justice of heaven?!" Ye Fan strode like a dragon and tiger, charging forward like a gale, roaring: "Today, even if a deity comes, I'll kill them without mercy! Let the floodwaters rage! If my friends die, I'll turn the entire Central Province upside down!"
"Boom"
He shook the Jiuli Diagram, and this great world nearly collapsed. The experts of the Northern Plains Golden Clan ahead all screamed in terror, then fell like dumplings into a pot, crashing down with crackling sounds.
One corpse after another tumbled from the sky, including their Young Master, a Great Power, and many Supreme Elders, all meeting their end.
Ye Fan shook the diagram again, and all these corpses shattered. Then, the mountain peaks below, spanning hundreds of li, were completely leveled to the ground. In the distance, countless mountain ranges collapsed, trees were uprooted, and withered leaves drifted.
This was a scene of apocalypse. And this was only because Ye Fan's magical power was failing and he couldn't sustain it—just a wisp of Extreme Imperial might. Otherwise, it would be unimaginable!
"Who exactly interfered with the Extreme Imperial Weapon and let me seize it?" Ye Fan, exhausted from slaughtering in all directions, slowly calmed down.
Unless a Sage had intervened, using the Weapon Art of the Nine Secrets to disrupt the weapon of an ancient Great Emperor, no one else could have done it!
"Could it be that the Battle Victory Buddha from the Western Desert really came?" He felt it wasn't the Old Madman.
By now, Ye Fan could barely hold on. Wielding the might of this Imperial Weapon, he carved a bloody path and quickly rushed out of the Qinling Mountains.
Throughout this process, the Jiuli Diagram continued to tremble, absorbing his boundless essence. Magical power flowed out like water, and he felt incredibly weak.
"Bad news!" Ye Fan silently cursed. He was almost falling from the sky.
"Imperial Weapon, return!" At the distant end of the horizon, the Imperial Lord of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty and several Great Powers sat cross-legged, shouting as they chanted an ancient incantation.
At the same time, the Saint Lord of Wanchu, the Saint Lord of Zifu, the Saint Lord of Yaoguang, the Lord of the Northern Plains Golden Clan, the Demon Lord of the Southern Ridge, the Divine Monk of the Western Desert, and other supreme figures appeared, following unhurriedly.
Moreover, the fluctuation of an Imperial Weapon's power was felt—someone was holding an Extreme Weapon.
Suddenly, another wave of supreme divine might came from the other side, rapidly approaching. A great roar reached them: "Who dares to harm my sister?!"
Ji Haoyue, with disheveled hair, rushed over with an ancient mirror suspended above his head. Behind him were the Ji Family Saint Lord and two other Great Powers, channeling their magical power to support him.