Chapter 727: Slaughtering a Blood-Drenched Sky
"Again!" This sound was like a curse, causing the Golden Crow clan members to shudder all over.
"Woo..." The third arrow was finally shot, still tens of li long, piercing through the clouds with a piercing, mournful sound.
One after another, patterns appeared on the arrow shaft. Heaven and earth resonated, imbued with the mark of the Dao by Ye Fan, a manifestation of his will!
This arrow was aimed at the Golden Crow clan's Third Prince. It streaked across over a hundred li, raining down Dao seals. Auspicious vapors steamed, and the sky rumbled like thunderclaps, a terrifying sight.
The Golden Crow clan's Third Prince was an exceptionally powerful and handsome talent. He transformed his Qi in one breath, executing the Golden Crow Evasion Art, becoming a patch of golden clouds and dodging this lethal strike.
The others breathed a sigh of relief. At least the third prince hadn't been shot down; that would have been too horrifying.
"Same arrow style, you think you can use it consecutively? Melt him down for me, at any cost, burn all the altars!" The Golden Crow Third Prince's eyes were sinister as he shouted orders, filled with murderous intent.
"Woo..."
The demonic sound returned. The tens-of-li-long streak shot back at an even faster speed, shocking the world.
"Careful!"
"No, Third Prince!"
Two Golden Crow elders cried out, their eyes nearly splitting, the hairs on their bodies standing on end, but it was already too late.
"Puff"
The tens-of-li-long divine rainbow flew back, one arrow piercing through the back of the Golden Crow Third Prince's head. It carried his corpse forward for over a hundred li before exploding, sending rocks and bone fragments flying in all directions.
This arrow not only contained all of Ye Fan's divine power but also imprinted his indestructible will and engraved his enlightened divine thoughts. It would never stop until it killed its enemy.
When the divine arrow returned, it absorbed the essence of the ten directions, becoming even more terrifying than when it had left the Ten Thousand Wound Bow. This was Ye Fan's will guiding everything!
Another Golden Crow prince was shot dead, without any suspense, clean and decisive, sending chills down the spine of every Golden Crow clan member.
"Boom"
All the altars ignited. The Golden Crow clan, provoked to the point of bloodshot eyes, was determined to destroy all the ancient altars at any cost, burying Ye Fan along with them.
On Ye Fan's shoulder, the child was sobbing softly, his bright eyes filled with tears, pitiful and helpless. His small hands reached down together. Although they were already hundreds of zhang above the sea surface, he still wanted to grasp something, crying mournfully, "Uncle Jiang..."
Ye Fan did not put the child into the cauldron. He wanted him to witness what a true great battle was like. His path was destined to be rough; he couldn't be raised like a flower in a greenhouse.
"Grow up, be strong. That is the best way to remember and honor your Uncle Jiang." Ye Fan patted his head and said this.
Then, his eyes turned cold again. He still drew the bow and nocked the arrow, aiming the divine rainbow at the last target—the Golden Crow clan's Seventh Prince!
This time, five of the ten princes had come. He wanted to shoot them all down, one by one, giving them no chance.
"Hurry, ignite the ancient divine formation, stop him!" the Golden Crow elder shouted, while the Seventh Prince had already soared into the sky, fleeing for his life, escaping the ancient formation.
"It's useless. You won't escape today!" Ye Fan's voice was very cold, echoing over the Ink Sea, causing the entire ocean to surge with furious waves that crashed into the high heavens.
Using the Stride Art, he passed through layer after layer of restrictions, standing alone in the high sky. He drew the bow, forming a full moon shape. His entire body shone like a sun, drawing in the essence of the nine heavens.
"Chi"
The final arrow was shot. The Golden Crow Seventh Prince had already transformed into a giant golden divine bird and flown over a hundred li, but he still couldn't avoid this fatal calamity.
"Puff"
He was pierced through the head by an arrow, letting out a miserable shriek. Golden feathers flew everywhere, and golden blood bloomed like mist, staining the entire sky.
The giant golden bird's corpse, like a collapsing mountain, shattered into pieces and fell into the depths of the black sea, splashing up wave after wave.
"Ah..."
The two Golden Crow elders roared, their fury piercing the nine heavens. This was a great hatred, a vengeance that would enrage the entire clan.
Today, the Golden Crow clan's Third, Fourth, Fifth, Seventh, and Eighth Princes were all killed, falling in a single day. This would surely shake the world.
The Golden Crow clan's ten princes, each with boundless magical power and looking down on the world, were celebrated as a beautiful tale, a sign of the clan's peak prosperity.
However, in this single day, everything was shattered. Five Golden Crow princes died at the hands of one person in a single day, becoming a great humiliation.
At the same time, it was needless to say that this would surely establish the unparalleled prestige of the young man named Ye. Drawing his bow to shoot Golden Crows, causing five suns to fall in a single day—this would become a celebrated story!
Trampling on the corpses of the Golden Crow clan to advance, becoming the focus of the entire world, the center of all attention, gathering all glory upon himself—this outcome was already predictable.
The Golden Crow elders were mad with hatred. The young man named Ye had used the corpses of several geniuses from the Golden Crow clan to build his own fame. Just thinking about it drove them crazy and made their hearts bleed.
"We cannot let him escape. Even if we are all destroyed here, even if we all die, we must eliminate him!" the two old Golden Crows declared ruthlessly.
"Rumble"
Dozens of altars ignited, turning into a sky-covering inferno. Within them lurked supreme killing intent. Thousands upon thousands of Golden Crows chirped, shining with golden light, spreading their wings and soaring to the sky!
The ancient slaughter formation revealed its most terrifying aspect. Ten thousand crows flew together, spreading their wings in the sky, exhaling killing intent. This place became a golden ocean.
"Time for a decisive battle?!" Ye Fan stepped up into the sky, step by step, his expression extremely calm. He looked at the pitiful child still crying on his shoulder and said, "Get some good rest."
Next, he was about to engage in a bloody, brutal battle. He didn't intend to let the child watch, as it was time to stop. Letting him see the previous battles was enough.
Too much bloodshed, too many horrifying scenes of rivers of blood, were truly unsuitable for such a young child. It would be detrimental to his growth.
Ye Fan gently brushed his hand, and the pitiful child fell asleep. Even in his sleep, he was still calling for his old servant, two lines of crystal-clear tears on his small face.
Ye Fan poured a few mouthfuls of divine spring water into his mouth, helping him swallow it, then put him into the Jade Purification Vase to prepare for a bloody battle.
"Killing my Golden Crow clansmen, slaying my clan's princes—how can this disgrace be avenged?!" an old Golden Crow roared, trying to boost morale.
"Blood debts must be paid in blood. Subject him to the Golden Crow clan's ultimate punishment: suffer thirty-six thousand golden feather blades, be carved for three years and six months, grind his primordial spirit with a millstone, and imprison him forever in the purgatory!"
Over a hundred Golden Crow experts roared, all nearly berserk. Here, the great formation sealed the sky, swords chirped, ghosts wailed, and gods howled!
"Kill!"
"Kill his living soul, slash his physical body, wash away the Golden Crow clan's disgrace!"
The Golden Crow clan members went mad, everyone roaring together, their voices shaking heaven and earth. The entire North Sea was nearly boiling.
In the distance, cultivators who vaguely heard this all changed color. Seeing the ghosts and gods crying ahead, the gloomy clouds, as if the heavens were descending, they all fled.
Seeing this high morale, Ye Fan said nothing. Using the Stride Art to break the restrictions, he charged straight into the sky. He swung the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, instantly creating a twilight scene of gods falling. Deities wailed, and various phenomena appeared.
"Boom"
The power of this fist contained all of Ye Fan's essence, energy, and spirit. It was the embodiment of the sublimation of his Dao, charging forward without hesitation. It was the fruit of his four years of cultivation!
"Ah..."
With the power of this fist unleashed, over a dozen burning ancient altars ahead were shattered. The overbearing aura was like terrifying waves crashing on the shore, scattering rocks and clouds, covering the sky and earth.
Ye Fan charged through this ancient slaughter formation, slaughtering a blood-drenched sky!
The power of this fist shattered the confidence of the Golden Crow clan and destroyed their morale. The remaining seventy or eighty people all shut their mouths, no one daring to shout anymore.
"When you killed the descendants of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor, did you ever have similar feelings? Saying 'blood debts must be paid in blood' sounds really nice. I am standing right here. All of you, come at me together!"
Ye Fan stood calmly, his body stained with a few drops of blood, but not a single drop was his own. All were left behind by his slain enemies.
"Kill!"
"We cannot let him leave alive. In one day, he shot down five of our clan's princes with his bow. This is the entire clan's greatest humiliation!"
The two old Golden Crows shouted hoarsely, their golden hair disheveled, roaring at the sky.
Once this was spread, the Golden Crow clan would never be able to hold their heads up high. Their so-called fame would plummet. And Ye Fan, the young man advancing on the corpses of the Golden Crow clan, would surely shake the world.
"Fine, then let's kill!" Ye Fan's voice was very calm, but it carried a bloody scent, extremely grim.
"Clang, clang..."
In the sky, sword light clanged and hummed. Countless divine swords shot out, and thousands upon thousands of Golden Crows spread their wings, turning into streaks of golden light, charging at Ye Fan.
This was the power of the ancient slaughter formation's altars burning, releasing their most terrifying force. If it were any other top-tier Saint Lord, they would likely have fallen and died here.
But Ye Fan mastered the Stride Art. Although this divine formation posed a great threat to him, at this point, it was difficult to kill him.
Watching the Old Madman execute this secret art, which had already touched the realm of time, and having himself comprehended the Dao at the North Sea Eye for over four years, Ye Fan had advanced to a very profound level. Few ancient formations could trap and kill him.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan struck, showing no mercy. He unleashed the Heaven-Overturning Seal, and over a dozen Golden Crow experts ahead were turned into meat paste, including six Half-Step Great Powers. The so-called slaughter formation could not stop him.
"Summon the Golden Crow ancient great sage!"
The two elders roared. Their bodies faded like they were dissolving into the Dao, merging with the tens of thousands of Golden Crows in the formation, transforming into two even more terrifying ancestral crows, shining across heaven and earth.
The two ancient ancestral crows, with golden light shining ten thousand zhang, roamed between heaven and earth, wielding the power of billions of jun, fighting until the North Sea boiled and nearly dried up!
Here, ghosts wailed and gods howled. All the Golden Crow experts followed, engaging in a great battle against Ye Fan, creating a blood-drenched sky.
No one knew how long the battle lasted. All the ancient altars were shattered. Countless golden feathers flew, the sky was filled with blood, and the sea surface turned red.
One corpse after another fell. The Golden Crow clan was nearly wiped out. Everyone was killed, staining the sky with blood.
In this battle, Ye Fan single-handedly fought over a hundred Golden Crow experts, including Great Powers, elders, and future inheritors of the Golden Crow clan. He killed them all!
This was a bleeding world. Ye Fan was covered in blood, unleashing a great slaughter. This battle shook the North Sea!
One could imagine how terrifying the consequences of this battle would be. The storm that would erupt when this news spread could be anticipated.
Yin Tiande, the Divine Maiden Yi Qingwu, Lu Ya, and all the experts of the world would surely be shaken.
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