Chapter 758: Kill Them All in One Battle
Ye Fan’s hair stood on end in fury, his entire body surging with golden blood energy. He arrived in an instant, and from afar, it looked like a vast golden sea flooding the area.
“Who are you?!” The chin of Old Seventeen of the Northern Plains Wang Clan had just been slapped off by Ye Fan, shattering in the sky. Now, wracked with unbearable pain, he roared furiously through divine sense.
Ye Fan loathed these people with every fiber of his being. If he had arrived even a step later, this village would have ceased to exist. Regardless of age, even babes at the breast would have been bloodily slaughtered. His heart burned with blazing rage.
“Slap!”
Without a word, he swung another palm. This time, he shattered Old Seventeen’s upper jaw as well. The searing pain drove the man to scream “Ahhh…” endlessly, like a wounded beast.
Now it was Old Seventeen’s turn to feel humiliated. Just as he had dismissed the ancient village’s people with contempt, this newcomer similarly ignored him, delivering brutal slaps to the face without a second thought.
“Ah…” Though his chin had been knocked off, his throat remained. He let out a pained, furious roar, his expression twisting grotesquely. Having spent over a decade in seclusion, he had never encountered Ye Fan before. Emerging with his power fully realized, he never expected to suffer such disgrace.
“Old Seventeen!” In the distance, Thirteenth Master of the Northern Plains Wang Clan cried out. He drove a warship as massive as a mountain forward, its dao patterns interweaving like a heavenly net pressing down on Ye Fan. At the same time, he blasted out a torrent of divine light with the force of an avalanche.
Ye Fan gripped Old Seventeen’s neck with one hand, as if holding a puppy, and took a single step to the warship, meeting the attack head-on. His golden blood energy surged across the sky, and his other golden hand swung down like a millstone grinding the world.
“Crack!”
A sound of shattering echoed through the sky.
One hand blotting out the sky!
It was as if an ancient demon from the primordial wilderness had broken free from the earth, its killing intent flooding the heavens. That massive palm slammed heavily onto the warship, and fragments of the vessel burst outward with blinding light, collapsing in all directions.
It wasn’t that the warship was weak or that the divine patterns inscribed on it were shallow. Rather, this enormous hand was terrifying beyond measure, like the palm of a deity descending from beyond the heavens, radiating immortal brilliance and collapsing everything in the mortal world.
“Ah…” Thirteenth Master of the Northern Plains Wang Clan fought desperately, spitting out a miniature pagoda no taller than an inch. Forged from refined purple copper, it expanded to hundreds of feet in the wind and pressed forward to suppress Ye Fan.
“Bang!”
It was still no use. Ye Fan’s hand descended, and that purple copper pagoda crumbled like a sandcastle, reduced to scrap metal as it fell from the sky.
Thirteenth Master roared, consecutively unleashing thirty-six weapons: a Heavenly Net Umbrella, a Sun-Reflecting Mirror, flying swords, a Soul-Trapping Bell, and more. Each possessed formidable divine power, but none could compare to the real thing.
Beneath that golden hand, these weapons were no sturdier than paper, shattering one after another. Thirteenth Master’s heart and courage turned to ice. Gone was the arrogance he had shown toward the ancient village; now he fled in panic like a stray dog.
When Ye Fan’s hand reached for him, he struck out one hundred and eight palms in rapid succession, each one collapsing the void. But in the end, both his arms were shattered.
“Bang!”
Ye Fan’s hand closed, gripping him in its palm, crushing his bones and snapping his sinews. Traces of blood seeped through the massive gaps between his fingers.
“Ah…” Thirteenth Master of the Northern Plains Wang Clan let out a blood-curdling scream.
Everyone felt their hair stand on end, goosebumps rising all over their skin. This was a Great Power, yet he was being crushed to death like this.
Ye Fan held one in each hand, carrying the two great figures of the Northern Plains Wang Clan as if they were nothing, like a pair of stray cats or dogs, nearly choking the life out of them.
“This…”
The members of the Northern Plains Wang Clan were terrified. Such a demon king had suddenly descended upon them, chilling them from head to toe. He moved as if through an empty land, and two of their great figures had become dead dogs in his grasp.
Below, the men, women, old, and young of the ancient village had tears in their eyes, all of them stirred with excitement. Having faced great calamity and humiliation today, someone had now stepped in to resolve their deadly crisis and vent their anger.
“He is…”
On another warship, someone stared at Ye Fan, their face filled with shock as they recognized him. They could hardly believe their eyes.
Not everyone had been in seclusion for years like Old Seventeen and Old Thirteen. Twelve years ago, some had personally participated in the battle to hunt down Ye Fan.
Especially during the final battle at the Ji Family, when Wang Teng died tragically and their clan suffered a crushing defeat, some had been right there. Even if Ye Fan turned to ashes, they would never forget him. They could recognize him—it was etched into their bones.
“It’s him… it really is him!” Those who had taken part in that battle back then were stunned beyond belief, unable to accept this reality, their bodies turning cold.
“It’s him. He’s come back… how is this possible?!” Even a great figure from the Northern Plains Wang Clan wore an expression of utter shock, involuntarily stumbling backward.
“Retreat! Everyone retreat immediately! Break out and tell the clan that the Sacred Body has returned!” A Great Power on a golden warship issued a death command.
He sensed Ye Fan’s strength—definitely a figure on the eighth small step of the second level of the Immortal Platform. This was enough to terrify anyone!
Because once the Sacred Body reached this realm, no Great Power, no Sect Master could withstand him—unless it was one of those stunning prodigies with Eightfold Seals, who might barely put up a fight.
However, this Great Power from the Wang Clan had personally witnessed the Sacred Body’s combat prowess. Though he dared not approach, the scene before him left no doubt.
Yet not many believed it. A man who had crossed the starry domains and left twelve years ago could never reappear or return.
“The Wang Clan has gone too far. Since their clan leader is in the Southern Ridge as a guest at the Demon Emperor Hall, let him not return. If it’s war they want, then let’s turn heaven and earth upside down!” Ye Fan stood in the forest, gazing into the distance.