# Chapter 740: The Might of the Sacred Body
Ye Fan casually blocked, and the powerful Golden Crow Tenth Prince grimaced in pain, his arm bones shattering inch by inch, severely twisted and deformed, as he was sent flying sideways.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chill in their hearts. Hearing was one thing, but seeing was believing. Which of the Golden Crow Clan's heirs wasn't a fierce and blood-soaked figure, each having stained their hands with the lifeblood of more than one Sect Leader?
Yet now, when the Golden Crow Tenth Prince encountered Ye Fan, it was like a delicate teenage girl meeting a savage brute from the primeval forest—the miserable state he was being reduced to was beyond description.
Ye Fan casually blocked, and even a figure at the second level of the Immortal Platform couldn't withstand it. Just how powerful was his strength? People's gazes turned strange.
"Ye Fan, you are that Ye Fan?!" The Golden Crow Tenth Prince's brows and eyes shot upward, his pupils emitting beams of light several zhang long, nearly frenzied as he shouted, "It's you, it's actually you! You killed my six elder brothers, and now you've come to the mainland, come before my eyes!"
"Little Ten, come back quickly!" the Golden Crow Clan's First Prince shouted. He was a half-century-old Daoist priest, with thick golden hair, wearing a Bagua Daoist robe, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of time, very much like an enlightened master.
The Golden Crow Tenth Prince retreated. Though his fury soared to the heavens, he also knew how terrifying this person was. Even his six elder brothers had been utterly defeated; if he went up, there would be no path to survival.
However, the Golden Crow Clan had clearly prepared for dealing with Ye Fan. The moment he retreated, a rain of flowers filled the air, each petal crystalline, bursting with brilliant radiance, as if countless stars were burning, divine light blazing intensely.
"Run for your lives!"
In that instant, many experts in the ruins turned pale, retreating at extreme speed as if fleeing from demons, their expressions twisted to the extreme.
In the void, thousands upon thousands of flower petals danced, each one as translucent as diamond, so gorgeous it made one lose themselves. Mists rose, divine splendor shone everywhere, as if a deity was about to be born.
"Ziwei Imperial Flower!"
Ye Fan's expression froze as he recognized this supremely toxic flower. Back in the Big Dipper Star Domain, Zhao Fa, the heir of the Ziwei Sect, had once tried to poison him with it.
According to legend, just a wisp of this flower could poison a Sect Leader-level figure to death. It was the ultimate poison of the world, with almost no antidote.
"These are Ziwei Imperial Divine Flowers! If even a single ray of light strikes you, it will wither your primordial spirit. No matter how great a hero you are, you can only fall. Even if a peerless genius survives, they will never be able to attain the Dao for life!" Yan Yixi shouted, issuing a loud warning.
Ziwei Imperial Divine Flowers—one more character than the flowers Zhao Fa had used, but their power was many times greater. A single ray of light striking would wither the primordial spirit to death, terrifying to the extreme.
In this world, people generally wouldn't use such Imperial Divine Flowers, because they were too vicious, unacceptable to the world, and condemned by all.
Ye Fan snorted coldly. The other side had used every means to deal with him, even employing the most sinister, world-forbidden evil spirit flower. Their hatred for him had indeed reached the extreme.
He raised a curtain of light, but it rapidly dissolved. Each blooming flower shot out a divine ray of stunning beauty that could corrode all divine power.
"Retreat quickly! Out of a million Imperial Divine Flowers, it's hard to find even one. They possess terrifying demonic power. When the petals bloom, there is a moment of fleeting beauty that annihilates all life force." Yan Yixi warned.
An even more blazing golden light erupted from within Ye Fan's flesh, expanding outward as a Golden Sacred Domain, emitting the harmonious sound of the Great Dao. He stood within it like an immortal deity.
This was the power of a domain!
Though thousands of Imperial Divine Flowers were blooming, all their fleeting beauty was blocked, unable to advance another inch, and then quickly extinguished.
So-called fleeting beauty—that was an instant of sublimation, unable to exist long in the world. It showed its most beautiful side, then withered after a breath.
Ye Fan's golden great hand reached out, hovering above the Golden Crow Tenth Prince's head, descending like the dome of heaven.
"What? He didn't retreat, he blocked the instant divine splendor! The golden holy light isn't afraid of corrosion—what kind of power is that?"
"That's his Golden Sacred Domain!"
People exclaimed, finally understanding how terrifying this young man surnamed Ye was. He truly lived up to his reputation as someone who had slaughtered five Golden Crow Clan princes in a single day and slain three extraordinary talents including the Taiyin Divine Son.
"No, Little Ten!"
Other Golden Crow Clan members struck, offering various magical treasures to attack the golden great hand, trying to save the youngest heir of the Golden Crow Clan, but it was completely useless.
This golden great hand seemed capable of dissolving eternity itself. As it descended, nothing could resist it. Many weapons shattered before it.
"Ah..."
The Golden Crow Tenth Prince screamed in agony, caught firmly in the palm of that golden great hand. At this moment, he didn't resemble a blood-soaked Golden Crow capable of slaying a regional Sect Leader at all. His hair was disheveled, and he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.
He transformed into his true form—the Golden Crow body, immensely powerful, as if forged from divine gold—trying to fight his way to survival, spreading his wings toward the sky, crying out to the nine heavens.
But he only struggled briefly at first. Soon, he was firmly gripped by the golden great hand, bleeding all over, golden feathers flying everywhere, a sight too pitiful to behold.
At this moment, he didn't resemble a Golden Crow that could soar proudly through the skies at all. He was like a little chick, struggling in vain, unable to escape Ye Fan's grasp.
"No, stay your hand!"
"Release Little Ten, everything can be negotiated!"
The Golden Crow Clan's First Prince and the elder shouted, their hearts and gall chilled, trying to stabilize their opponent and find a way to rescue him.
"No need. There's nothing to negotiate!" Ye Fan's words were cold and merciless. He mercilessly closed his palm, exerting pressure, and the Golden Crow Clan's Tenth Prince was annihilated in both body and spirit.
All around, people were shocked. Ye Fan was even more blood-soaked than the Golden Crow Clan. There was no room for negotiation. He acted decisively and killed the Tenth Prince.
This was a Sect Leader-level expert, yet he had been crushed like a little chick. The impact was overwhelming.
"Little Six!"
The Golden Crow Clan's Second Prince and the elder shouted, their voices shaking the skies, spreading for hundreds of li like rolling thunder.
They were calling for Lu Ya, their voices filled with endless venom. They shot a hateful glare at Ye Fan, then transformed into two golden rainbows shooting into the sky, trying to flee.
"You think you can escape before me?!"
Ye Fan took out a massive bow, holding it in his hands. He stepped forward with his left foot in an archer's stance, his face cold and fierce. His right hand pulled the bowstring taut, in an instant forming a full moon shape.
His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his expression resolute. His body and the heavy bow seemed naturally fused. The world's primal energy surged wildly, pouring into the bow and his flesh, emitting ten thousand zhang of light. A powerful wave of force surged like a tsunami in an instant, sweeping in all directions!
Ye Fan coldly released the bowstring. A divine rainbow, as if capable of shooting down the stars in the sky, whistled forth, stretching for dozens of li.
"Pfft"
The Golden Crow Clan elder's flesh exploded, scattering in the sky, killed by a single arrow!
"This is... an expert standing on the eighth small step of the second level of the Immortal Platform, shot dead just like that!"
"I feel it myself, my hair stands on end. This arrow is too terrifying!"
The onlookers were all shaken, their body hair standing on end, cold air rising from their spines. They had long heard of Ye Fan's power and terror, but seeing it today exceeded the rumors.
"Woo..." Another divine rainbow shot through the sky, piercing through heaven and earth, striking the Golden Crow Clan's Second Prince in the back. He let out a miserable scream.
"Pfft"
Another blossom of blood bloomed. The Golden Crow Clan's Second Prince became a cloud of blood mist, erased from the world!
People involuntarily retreated. This was like a god of slaughter. With such killing power, who could stop him? It seemed even a deity could be shot down.
In the crowd, the Snake Spirit Boy turned pale with fright, retreating, trying to slip away quietly.
The master of the Eight Scenery Palace dominated the world and intimidated all kings, but the person before him was not among those he could face. Even the Second Master of the Taiqing Holy Land had been killed by him. Seeing his unmatched might now, this boy wished he could flee as far as possible.
"Little treasure, where are you going?" Li Tian appeared before him at just the right moment, a lecherous smile on his face.
"You are... the world's number one lecher! I'm male, genuine, not a woman!" the Snake Spirit Boy shrieked.
"Damn it, what nonsense are you spouting? Do I look like a rabbit-lover to you?" Li Tian said darkly.
"You do..." The Snake Spirit Boy was so scared he stuttered, unable to think clearly, not knowing what nonsense he was spouting.
Li Tian's face turned even darker. He slapped the boy unconscious, stuffed him into his treasure pouch, and carried him away. No one noticed.
"Your turn." Ye Fan strode forward, ready to deal with the Golden Crow Clan's first heir.
He had a gaunt appearance, a tall build, golden hair draped over his shoulders, and eyes that held the trajectory of the sun and moon's rotation. He was a half-century-old Daoist, his Dao name being Wu Gu.
The Golden Crow clan had ten sons. Lu Ya was first, and he was second only to him. Now, with the Sun's True Fire blazing fiercely, Wu Gu chanted ancient scriptures, walking toward Ye Fan with endless killing intent.
"Beware of the Golden Crow Clan's mutual destruction!" Yan Yixi warned.
"Roar..." At that moment, from the endless end of the sky came a great roar, causing eighteen distant mountain peaks to collapse in succession!
A golden-haired man, extremely imposing, with eyes flashing like a wild beast's terrifying light, came charging in, wielding an inverted black-winged golden trident. Demonic energy surged to the heavens.
In that instant, the ten directions of the sky all split. He was like an invincible demon god, his golden disheveled hair flying, roaring as he collapsed mountains and rivers, crossing the void.
"Big Brother, I've arrived. No need for self-destruction. Ye Fan, I've come to kill you!" Lu Ya appeared.
"Weng"
He swung his black-winged golden trident, which descended like a golden mountain range. In an instant, the earth split, mountains and rivers collapsed, and great cracks in the ground rapidly spread from dozens of li away.
The terrifying scene stunned everyone. Numerous cultivators shot into the sky, fleeing for their lives, almost scared out of their wits.
It was as if an ancient sage had been resurrected!
Ye Fan's body shook. A crack appeared on his forehead, revealing a bloodstain. But quickly, a fist-sized crystalline divine furnace appeared in his palm, stabilizing everything.
"Lu Ya, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Your arrival changes nothing."
Ye Fan said coldly, pressing his golden great hand toward Wu Gu, unafraid even though the Golden Crow Clan's foremost talent Lu Ya had arrived wielding a sacred weapon.
"Ah..."
Wu Gu screamed, his golden disheveled hair flying, covered in blood, cracking inch by inch under the envelopment of the golden great hand, as if suffering a ten-thousand-jun heavenly tribulation.
From the distant sky, Lu Ya's hair stood on end in fury. The divine light he emitted scattered the clouds in all directions as he shouted, "If you dare, I will slaughter your ten clans in the future!"
"What do I have to fear? Today, I will kill you too." Ye Fan mercilessly brought down his hand. The Great Dao was simple. This strike contained his invincible will, the embodiment of the Dao!
Wu Gu shattered inch by inch. As powerful as he was, standing on the eighth small step of the second level of the Immortal Platform, he couldn't withstand Ye Fan's full-force strike. Blood stained the sky!
Everyone felt their bodies turn cold. This scene was like a terrifying Asura God-Slaying tableau, annihilating all who defied it.