Chapter 757: The Ancient Village's Tragic Heroism
Ye Fan rose to his full height and strode away from the stone platform. Many people turned their heads, and a few looked at his back with suspicion, feeling it seemed familiar.
"Who is that person? His blood energy is so powerful, it's as if a primal flood dragon is coiled around him," someone said with a shudder.
Ye Fan walked away with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, presenting a very heroic back view. No one would have guessed that he had returned. The world was too vast, and not many people had truly seen him.
"Let's go, let's take a look too. The Wang Clan is truly domineering, having such a close relationship with the ancient tribes. They dare to come to the Southern Ridge to wipe out a clan—truly overbearing."
"Alright, let's go see. The war clouds are gathering thick over those ancient ridges; there will definitely be a life-and-death battle."
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The battle blood surged within Ye Fan's heart. He wished he could kill his way to the front lines immediately. He longed to enter the Northern Plains and uproot the Wang Clan entirely.
"That clan really thinks it can cover the sky with one hand. As long as I, Divine Son Li Tian, am here, they will never dominate the world. My Path of Human Desire lineage will flourish here!" Li Tian declared, treating this battle as his debut battle for fame on this ancient star.
Ye Fan's killing intent was like an ocean. His gaze seemed to pierce through this land. The Southern Ridge was also a battlefield, and it would become a road of no return for the invaders. As many as came, that many would die.
"Is there a teleportation array here?" he asked someone, afraid of missing the time. If he arrived too late, he would truly fail Dongfang Ye's clan.
A pharmacist over sixty years old said, "There's an array platform ahead, but it's very shabby. Crossing space often causes trouble. Still, many people are borrowing it, saying they're going to some wild ridge to watch the battle."
Ye Fan rushed over in large strides, with Li Tian and Yan Yixi following closely behind. Like three bolts of lightning, they overtook everyone and appeared on an ancient platform.
This divine array was indeed very dilapidated. It looked like it had existed for tens of thousands of years and could barely still be used. When the powerful auras of the three were emitted, no one dared to contend with them.
"So what if the Northern Emperor is alive? This time, we'll send them a cold corpse, shatter his primordial spirit, and make him a truly dead man with no hope of living."
Standing on the array platform, Li Tian spoke such words, scaring the people nearby into retreating, trembling with fear as they watched their figures disappear.
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The Southern Ridge was a land of numerous lofty mountains and steep ranges, crisscrossed with earth veins. Primordial beasts and strange birds roamed freely. There were many ancient lands, mountain miasmas, and countless primitive tribes.
Dongfang Ye's clan was located within a stretch of ancient mountains. At this moment, a great enemy was at their doorstep. Boundless killing intent filled the air as a large number of experts had arrived and surrounded the place.
In the sky, dark clouds roiled, war drums thundered, banners fluttered in the wind, ancient war chariots rumbled, crushing the heavens. Cold light shone on iron armor. No one knew how many powerful warriors had come.
This was a very small tribe, living in seclusion within the primordial mountain range. Originally, they had no conflicts with the world, but today, a great calamity had befallen them.
An old man flew up from the mountains, rising to mid-air. He was very thin and withered, wearing patched, simple clothes. His white hair was disheveled. "Who are you people? Why do you attack my tribe?"
"Just a group of unenlightened primitives. I can't be bothered to waste words with you. Today, not a single one of you will be left alive. We'll exterminate your entire clan. No one will leave here alive."
In the sky, a massive silver warship gleamed with cold metallic luster, emitting a terrifying aura. A middle-aged man stood on it, cold and arrogant.
After speaking, he punched down. His dominance was boundless, and his combat power was astonishingly terrifying. Divine light pierced the sun, descending like a great mountain.
The mountain forest collapsed. A manifested fist slammed directly into the old man, not giving him a chance to dodge. His body was broken on the spot. Blood stained the sky as he fell into the ancient village below.
Only a corner of his patched old clothes, stained with blood, drifted slowly down from the air. It was a sight too painful to witness. A simple old man had been broken like this.
"Sixth Uncle!" A chorus of anguished cries rose from the ancient village. The crowd was filled with boundless fury.
"Seventeenth Brother's temper is too hot. Why strike so heavily without even asking questions first? If we interrogated him, we might have gained something. There would have been time to bathe this place in blood later," said a slightly older middle-aged man on another golden warship.
"Our clan has been too stifled in recent years. That so-called Sacred Body killed so many of our people, even Teng'er fell. Seventeenth Brother has been in seclusion all this time, and after coming out, he's full of pent-up anger," said another person beside him.
"Which evil thieves are you? Why do you come here to commit murder..." A young man in his twenties flew into the sky. His upper body was bare, muscles bulging with a bronze sheen, and he carried a large axe in his hand.
"Courting death. A grain of rice trying to shine. Just a bunch of savages." On the silver warship, the middle-aged man, Seventeenth Brother, was extremely cold. He pointed a finger, and a divine light shot out, instantly piercing the young man.
"Pfft"
A blossom of blood bloomed. Half of his body shattered instantly. Only the blood-stained great axe remained intact, falling from the sky with him. It was utterly tragic.
"Quan Ge!"
"Brother Li Quan!"
Cries and wails erupted from the village below. Several children cried heart-wrenchingly, surrounding the dying man.
"I'll leave you with your crippled life. I enjoy watching death. It has an alluring taste." Seventeenth Brother of the Wang Clan laughed cruelly.
"Alluring, my ass!" A burly man in the village roared, about to charge into the sky, wielding a large iron rod in his hand.
"Come back!" Just then, a low shout came from the village. An old man leaning on a staff walked out. He wore hemp clothes, was as thin as a stick, with sparse hair, looking decrepit and aged.
"Fifth Great-Uncle..." Many people surrounded him, sobbing. In the ancient village, an old man and a young man had their bodies shattered, their life force fading, bleeding and dying. Everyone was grief-stricken and utterly furious.
"Sound the alarm bell. Wake Seventh and Ninth from their seclusion," the old man said solemnly. Then he soared into the sky, rising to a great height.
"I've long heard that some primitive tribes hide extraordinary experts. It seems the rumors are true. A small village like yours actually has a Great Power like you, and it seems two more are in seclusion. It appears you've obtained some ancient inheritance, and it's extremely powerful, probably a Sage's ancient scripture. That means after we bathe your village in blood, we'll have a great harvest." Seventeenth Brother of the Wang Clan sneered.
"Seventeenth Brother, leave this one to Thirteenth Brother. I haven't fought anyone in many years." Another middle-aged man flew out of the warship.
"Aren't there two more about to come out of seclusion? Let's compete to see who can kill more and faster." Seventeenth Brother laughed cruelly.
"You need to change that temper of yours. The old ancestor said back then that you were too bloodthirsty. So many years in seclusion haven't worn it away." Another middle-aged man shook his head.
"Everyone, we ask ourselves: we have no conflicts with the world. We have never offended outsiders. We have always lived in seclusion in the wilderness, with no grudges or enmities. Why do you kill our people and destroy our home?" The Fifth Great-Uncle of the village spoke.
"Does the Northern Plains Wang Clan need to give you a reason to kill?" Seventeenth Brother sneered. He stood with his hands behind his back, black hair flowing, calm and ruthless.
The old man sighed, "My people have always been simple and honest. There is no deceit, no ruthless scheming, no murder and robbery. Your attack to bathe our village in blood is truly too oppressive."
"So what if we oppress you?" Seventeenth Brother said indifferently, completely unconcerned.
Thirteenth Brother of the Wang Clan said, "Forget it. Let's let them die with understanding. Dongfang Ye came from here, didn't he? He offended people he shouldn't have, walked with the Sacred Body, and became our enemy. Your entire village must atone with blood."
"Even if Ye'er is your enemy, you shouldn't take it out on our entire village. There are too many innocents. Those children a few years old—what do they know? Do you intend to slaughter them all as well?" the Fifth Great-Uncle of the village said.
"Hand over your scriptures, and we'll give you intact corpses. Otherwise, your bones won't be left, and you'll suffer torment." From the largest warship in the sky came this cold, ethereal voice.
"For a small, secluded tribe like ours, living year-round in the desolate forests, to face such a calamity in the end... It seems the world has truly fallen into chaos." The Fifth Great-Uncle of the village sighed, then his eyes sharpened. "Everyone dies. Our clan will make our stand with blood. There are no cowards. At worst, we all die in battle!"
"Fight! Even if we all die, we'll fight them to the end!" Below, in the ancient village, men, women, old, and young all roared. Even three-year-old children brandished small wooden sticks, their eyes filled with unyielding spirit.
"Well said! Our clan has never had a coward. At worst, we all die in battle! Fight them to the end!" In the distance, from a cliffside, two old men soared into the sky and flew over quickly.
"A barren land breeds unruly people. Indeed, it takes such an unenlightened place to have such fierce folk." Thirteenth Brother of the Wang Clan sneered.
"Truly impressive. A small village produces three Great Powers. Quite frightening. Fortunately, we came well-prepared, or we might have suffered a small loss. Let's begin. Leave no one alive. Kill them all and bathe this village in blood. As for the Sage's ancient scripture, keeping one old immortal's primordial spirit alive is enough."
Finally, the Wang Clan was about to act. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Besides the seven warships, there were dozens of war chariots, all filled with cultivators.
In the gaps, there were also many suspended experts. The sky was densely packed with figures.
Dark clouds roiled, war drums deafened the ears. The very sky seemed about to shatter. Banners fluttered, primordial beasts neighed, iron armor gleamed. It was as if a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals had descended.
A vast aura surged. Killing intent swept in all directions like an ocean, drowning the entire ancient mountain range.
In the distant sky, cultivators watched the battle, all shocked. The Northern Plains Wang Clan had actually set up such a grand formation. They truly intended to exterminate the clan and not let a single person escape.
Seven warships meant that seven figures of terrifyingly high status from the Northern Plains Wang Clan had come here. At the very least, they were extremely powerful Great Powers.
Such a massive mobilization, sending out so many war chariots and experts just to destroy a small tribe, was a rare large-scale action in recent years.
"Ah..."
The Fifth Great-Uncle of the ancient village stained the sky with blood. After being attacked by two warships for a long time, he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. His patched hemp clothes turned to ashes, and he fell.
"Fifth Great-Uncle!" Many in the village cried out in grief. Even children as young as two or three clenched their fists, their eyes filled with tears.
"Bang"
The Ninth Great-Uncle of the village was also severely wounded, knocked down by two warships. His body was nearly pierced through. He suffered not only the divine techniques of two terrifying figures but also the attacks of the terrifying array patterns on the two warships.
Blood stained the sky. This white-haired old man also coughed up blood and fell. They indeed had powerful combat strength, but the sky was sealed off, becoming a cage. Moreover, there were too many experts. The three old men were no match.
Only the Seventh Great-Uncle was still holding on. He had been struck heavily several times, but he wore a divine jade garment on his body, extremely tough and able to block attacks, preventing him from being pierced.
"Fight them! Fight them to the end!"
Throughout the ancient village, men, women, old, and young all shouted. Their faces were filled with fury. They helped up the two old men who had fallen in pools of blood. Those who could fly carried them, trying to break out.
Even the very young children, carried on their parents' backs, cried out, "Fight them! Avenge the grand-uncles!"
"Wuwu, fight them!" Little girls said the same, holding weapons, crying and shouting on their parents' bodies.
Everyone in this ancient village feared not death. They showed resolute expressions, wanting to die together with the enemy, charging into the sky.
United as one, they faced death as if returning home, fearless and utterly tragic. Even if the entire village died in battle, not a single person would surrender or beg for mercy.
"Unenlightened bunch of primitives. Truly courting death. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish." Seventeenth Brother of the Wang Clan sneered repeatedly. Now that he had freed his hands, he pressed one hand down, intending to shatter everyone.
"Bang"
The Seventh Great-Uncle of the ancient village roared, flying over. He took a hit on his back to exchange a palm strike with him.
"Boom"
However, three warships immediately pressed down. This was not just the attack of three terrifying figures, but also the divine energy of the ancient ships, their power stacking.
In the end, the Seventh Great-Uncle also spilled blood, severely wounded and dying, falling from the sky. His beard and hair bristled with grief and indignation.
"Great-Uncle!"
"Grandpa!"
The people of the ancient village cried out in sorrow. Those who could fly, men, women, old, and young, all charged into the sky like moths flying into a flame, roaring with tragic heroism.
The people of the Northern Plains Wang Clan were cold and merciless. The several great figures, along with the cultivators on the many war chariots and the countless experts in the sky, all struck together, pressing down to bathe the ancient village in blood and annihilate everyone.
"Ah..."
The Fifth, Seventh, and Ninth Great-Uncles roared to the sky, blood bursting from the corners of their eyes. They leaped over their clansmen, charging up with their wounded bodies, raising a curtain of light to block the devastating attack.
"A backwater breeds barbarians. You savages truly do not fear death. We'll grant your wish. Today, we'll wash this place clean with blood. From now on, not a single blade of grass will grow here!" Seventeenth Brother of the Northern Plains Wang Clan said cruelly.
"Weng"
In the sky, eight warships, dozens of war chariots, and countless Wang Clan experts in gleaming iron armor pressed down.
The curtain of light raised by the three old men in the ancient village, burning their lifespans, could not hold. It was about to shatter. Men, women, old, and young all had tears in their eyes, but they were filled with unyielding spirit.
"All of you, die." The Wang Clan people sneered.
The people below were in despair. With unwillingness and unyielding spirit, they desperately wanted to drag a few evil enemies down with them, but they could not. They were filled with regret.
"Brother Dongfang will avenge us..." A few children cried out.
"People of the Northern Plains Wang Clan, DIE!"
Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the distant sky. This single shout shattered a stretch of mountains. A figure, wrapped in boundless golden blood energy, charged over with extreme speed.
In the distance, all the onlookers were terrified. They immediately retreated, fleeing as far and as fast as they could.
Because the newcomer was too terrifying. His entire body blazed with golden blood energy like a sea, drowning the entire mountain range, surging in like an ocean.
"Ah..."
A long cry, arriving in an instant. The newcomer's speed was hair-raising.
"Boom"
In the sky, a golden foot stomped down, instantly shattering Seventeenth Brother's warship. Then a golden hand reached down, grabbing him by the neck like a chick, lifting him into the high sky.
"People of the Wang Clan, ALL OF YOU, DIE!"
The newcomer let out a great roar. Countless Wang Clan experts in the sky were literally roared to pieces, turning into patches of blood mist.
One roar shatters mountains and rivers!
"Slap!"
Ye Fan did not kill Seventeenth Brother of the Wang Clan on the spot. Instead, he first slapped him across the face, sending his jaw flying off his body, shattering in mid-air.
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