Chapter 762: His Fame Shakes the World
The Demon Emperor Hall was hidden deep within the mountains, where a power that could sever three thousand realms existed, shrouded in mysterious demonic aura.
A quiet, bluestone path led deep into this ancient vein, where ancient trees towered to the heavens, competing with the mountains in height, and giant vines, each several zhang thick, crawled over the mountain ridges.
Outside the mountains, Ye Fan stood alone, overwhelming the enemy forces. Facing eight great powers from the Northern Plains Wang Clan, he struck with overwhelming force, suppressing them all.
He dragged Wang Chengkun along like a dead goose, and with every step he took forward, the great figures ahead retreated three steps. This scene was utterly shocking.
Eight great powers! What an astonishing combat force was this? Yet they were cowed by a single man, retreating step by step like a flock of sheep facing a tiger king.
"Ah..." Wang Chengkun growled lowly. As the clan lord, being dragged along like a dead dog was a humiliation that made his lungs feel like they would explode.
"Slap"
Ye Fan raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap, sending his teeth flying and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He did not immediately kill him; otherwise, that blow would have turned his head into a mushy watermelon.
All around, the onlookers stood stunned, a chill running through their bodies. This was the clan lord of a Primordial Aristocratic Clan from the Northern Plains, being lifted up and slapped in the face—how was this any different from a fairy tale?
Even if Wang Chengkun's cultivation was mediocre, merely an ordinary great power, his status was undeniable. The clan lord of an immortal aristocratic clan, wielding great authority, dominating the Northern Plains, overlooking the world, his status was supremely exalted and utterly inviolable.
He represented a Primordial Aristocratic Clan. Being slapped like this was equivalent to slapping the face of the entire clan, an insult to an immortal family.
Wang Chengkun was stunned for a moment, then roared like a wild beast, doing everything in his power to destroy the young man who had filled him with hatred for over a decade.
"Slap"
However, in response, Ye Fan only answered with another slap, landing solidly on his face, causing more teeth to fall out.
"Ah..." Wang Chengkun nearly went mad. This was a supreme disgrace. He knew it was over; even if he survived, he could never be the clan lord again.
"Slap"
Ye Fan delivered another slap, cutting off his roar abruptly, stifling it. He stood there like a demon god, exuding an incomparable domineering aura.
The crowd was dumbfounded. How many years had it been since something like this happened? The master of an immortal inheritance being dragged around and slapped in the face—it felt unreal! In the past, this could only happen when a Holy Land was breached and destroyed, a disgrace that would be lamented for a thousand years.
"Am I seeing this right? The Sacred Body has returned, slapping the Northern Plains Wang Clan's clan lord in the face?"
"Is it him? His face is shrouded in mist, impenetrable even to the Heavenly Eye Penetration, but the golden blood energy is undoubtedly his."
"It really is him. The man who disappeared for twelve years has reappeared, single-handedly suppressing eight great powers of the Northern Plains Wang Clan!"
All around, everyone was horrified and shaken. What they were witnessing was incredibly impactful.
Qi Huoshui, her skin like congealed fat fine jade, her small lips red, her eyelashes long, had shock in her eyes. She never expected that upon meeting again, Ye Fan's combat power would be so terrifying.
Beside her, the Southern Demon, his black hair loose, wore a solemn expression as he quietly observed the battle. His eyes were deep and profound, with stars and moons faintly appearing within.
The great demons of the Southern Ridge, the human sect masters, and the inheritors they had brought were all stirred with turbulent emotions, unable to calm down. They were astonished by Ye Fan's combat power and wanted to know how he had returned.
Ye Fan dragged Wang Chengkun along, striding forward. The remaining four elders all had grim expressions. Their bodies crackled, shedding a layer of human skin to reveal ferocious scales.
These four were all ancient creatures, none of them human. Coming to the Southern Ridge Demon Emperor Hall like this clearly had ulterior motives, causing the faces of the demon clan leaders to turn cold.
One ancient creature, with purple hair and deer-like horns growing from its head, its body covered in cyan scales, spoke: "We are not from the Northern Plains Wang Clan..."
"Isn't it the same? Weren't you just stopping me from making a move?" Ye Fan did not pause, continuing to walk forward, his golden blood energy surging as he pressed ahead.
"Bang"
This ancient creature suffered immense pressure. Its body was struck as if by lightning, blood lines appearing on it. The weight pressing down on it was immense, impossible to withstand.
"Stop! Do you know where we come from and what status we hold?" the ancient creature shouted.
"Bang"
Ye Fan stepped forward, waving his hand and slapping it across the face, instantly tearing away half its face. It looked like a bloody gourd, twisted and deformed, and the creature was sent flying.
"Do you want to be an enemy of my clan? We come from the Divine Spirit Valley, a great royal clan among the ten thousand races. In the ancient times, none dared disobey our commands. You..." another ancient creature shouted in rebuke.
"This is not the ancient times. If you want to command the world, I'll send you back." Ye Fan took a step forward, letting out a light shout. A stream of golden blood energy shot from his mouth, shaking the ancient creature ahead, who screamed as he used various ancient treasures to block, all of which shattered. He spat blood, flew backward, and fell into the dust.
"You don't know when to die. The ancient races are all about to emerge. Those who understand the times will make wise choices, yet you choose to be our enemy..." the third ancient creature cried out.
"I think it's you who doesn't know when to die!" Ye Fan formed a Golden Sacred Domain around him, where ten thousand techniques could not touch him. He walked forward calmly, all attacks ahead proving ineffective, and he slapped down.
"Puff"
This ancient creature only had time to let out a scream before being sent flying by the slap, then exploding in midair into a mess of bones and blood.
In the distance, all the onlookers held their breath. This was a powerful ancient creature, killed without any hesitation, without a trace of delay, shocking everyone.
Now, as the ancient races were awakening one after another, a terrifying chaotic era was about to arrive. The major powers of the world were all seeking self-preservation, afraid of being drawn into the dark turmoil, unwilling to offend the ancient creatures, especially the royal clans. Yet Ye Fan disregarded all that, killing on the spot, even those from the Divine Spirit Valley! He simply didn't care.
The remaining three ancient creatures were terrified. Since walking the human world, no human had dared to treat them with such disregard. This one killed them as easily as slaughtering chickens and ducks!
"Our Divine Spirit Valley..."
"You are not worthy to speak with me." Ye Fan interrupted them, then pressed forward. With the Golden Sacred Domain activated, no matter how the three ancient creatures attacked, it was useless.
"Do you understand the consequences of choosing to be our enemy?" By now, their bluster was clearly just a front.
"Your clan... I will go and kill Zi Tiandu." Ye Fan sneered.
Ever since the Divine Spirit Valley's young master led his men to force Dongfang Ye to climb the Eagle-Falling Cliff, staining the stone wall with blood, Ye Fan had sworn to personally kill Zi Tiandu.
"You want to kill our clan's young master? What do you take the Divine Spirit Valley for? In the past, we dominated the world, and none dared to disobey..."
"Bang"
Ye Fan took a step, unleashing a powerful aura that surged to the nine heavens above and penetrated the nine netherworlds below. Like a god or demon, he radiated an ocean of power, pressing down on the ancient creature ahead, who trembled all over and fell to his knees.
He did not want to maintain this humiliating posture, but he could not move an inch. His body trembled and shook, even his teeth chattering.
"Zi Tiandu, Yuangu—I will kill them both!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, expanding the Golden Sacred Domain, like a god surrounded by a divine halo.
"Yuangu..." Hearing this name, not only the three ancient creatures but also many human leaders changed color. That was a young ancient race member who was invincible in the present world.
"You can never defeat them. They are the bloodline of the Ancient Emperor, flowing with invincible imperial blood..." one ancient creature said.
Ye Fan did not strike again. Instead, he walked forward steadily and powerfully, resonating with the mountains, rivers, and all things. There was a terrifying rhythm, a "Dao" flowing, each step like the beating of a heavenly drum.
"Puff"
The terrifying rhythm caused the three ancient creatures to spit out a mouthful of blood with each step. It was an incredibly horrifying scene.
"Bang," "Bang"
The other two ancient creatures could not control themselves either, falling to their knees. They tried desperately to lift their heads but could not. Their veins bulged as they struggled with all their might, but they could not rise.
"Puff"
Golden divine light surged. His steps fell slowly but heavily. They coughed up blood in great mouthfuls. Ye Fan, surrounded by a divine halo, looked like a god walking the mortal world.
When Ye Fan took his fifth step, a sound like a sword's hum rang out. The sound of his footsteps was so startling that everyone's face drained of color!
When he took his eighth step, it was like a heavenly sword returning to its sheath, producing a "clang." Then, the three ancient creatures kneeling on the ground all shattered, turning into a pool of blood.
This sight was terrifying! Everyone felt a chill from head to toe, a coldness spreading through them.
"How is the battle over again? Did I arrive too late?" Li Tian came running from the deep mountains, followed by a seductive demoness who could steal one's soul.
"Bang"
Ye Fan slammed Wang Chengkun to the ground, shattering his bones and taking half his life.
"The Path of Human Desire Sect Master has arrived!" Li Tian charged in, landing from above and stepping on Wang Chengkun's chest. "You old turtle, weren't you trying to ambush me? Why couldn't you wait a little longer? You're too easy to beat."
"Puff"
Wang Chengkun spat blood, half from anger and half from injury. Having suffered such a supreme disgrace today, his reputation was utterly ruined.
Even if a miracle happened and he survived, his position as clan lord was over. The clan would never allow him to continue.
Li Tian tried to search his primordial spirit, but with a "puff," the Wang Clan lord's sea of consciousness collapsed, releasing a destructive light that nearly injured him.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. Even the sea of consciousness of a sect leader-level figure was set with forbidden techniques—this was truly frightening. Immortal inheritances were all very mysterious.
Everyone was stunned. The clan lord of a Primordial Aristocratic Clan had died. This was definitely a world-shaking event, one that would ignite the five domains and spread to every corner.
Wang Chengkun's cultivation might not be enough to shock the world, but his status was too high, supremely exalted. His death could not help but shake the world.
*****
The ancient vein where the Demon Emperor Hall was located was vast. Any demon clan member who could cultivate here had a great background. Over a hundred li away was the Southern Demon's cultivation ground.
Here, ancient trees were taller than mountains. The bluestone path was quiet and deep, leading to a peaceful place.
Ye Fan, the Southern Demon, Yan Yixi, and Li Tian sat on the ground, listening to the guqin. There was an ethereal atmosphere, close to the Dao.
The Southern Demon personally boiled water, arranging various tea utensils on an antique wooden table, then demonstrated a tea ceremony that could purify the soul.
They savored the fragrant tea, listened to the qin music, and for a moment fell into an indescribable state of clarity.
Not far away, Qi Huoshui personally played the guqin, the melody beautiful and moving, cleansing the soul.