Chapter 769: A Single Battle, Corpses Piled into Mountains
"What? It's you... the Sacred Body! And a group of barbarians from the Southern Ridge, all deserving death!" The Wang Clan members were enraged. Many Great Powers mobilized, soaring into the sky to activate their war weapons.
They had never imagined that Ye Fan would dare to confront an ancient aristocratic clan so arrogantly. The entire Wang Clan seethed with hatred, thinking of nothing but eliminating him day and night, yet here he was, attacking their doorstep.
Of course, they were also filled with shock. This group of barbarian warriors was far too powerful. Tens of thousands of them charged forth together—a veritable army of tigers and wolves, an invincible legion of war maniacs.
Blood energy surged to the heavens, battle qi roiled, men shouted, and beasts roared. It was as if a horde of ancient war gods had been reincarnated. Wherever they passed, mountains cracked and the earth split. No one knew how many floating divine islands were destroyed.
Tens of thousands of troops howled wildly, swinging massive wolf-fang clubs, brandishing giant axes, and thrusting long spears. Their destructive power was astonishing. Patches of blood bloomed as they advanced, unstoppable!
"Kill! Carve out a blood-drenched sky! Slaughter your way to a dawn worth dreaming of! Let the Wang Clan be erased from this world forever!" Ye Fan roared.
"Kill!" Behind Ye Fan, among the barbarian army he led, there were no fewer than a dozen Great Powers. Like hot-blooded fanatics, they howled and charged into battle.
"Destroy the Wang Clan! Avenge our tribesmen! Avenge Ye! Topple this so-called immortal legacy!" Tens of thousands shouted. The scene was staggering—it felt as if the very heavens were collapsing.
"Damn, these barbarians are real men. Not a single one fears death. I'm getting infected by their spirit!" Li Tian felt his own blood ignite as he joined the charge.
The Wang Clan reacted swiftly. Countless experts soared into the sky, and from the deepest recesses of the clan, a sacred weapon began to stir, radiating a terrifying aura that pierced through the distance.
"Since ancient times, no one has dared to attack our Wang Clan like this. You will pay a bloody price!" an aged voice thundered.
Leading an endless cavalry charge into an ancient aristocratic clan—this was an unprecedented feat in the last hundred thousand years. The Wang Clan members were stunned, but also consumed by fury.
This was a sky drenched in blood. Everywhere, there were shouts of battle, flashes of blades and shadows of swords. Two ancient lineages clashed in a chaotic war, piling up mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Blood splattered, corpses fell, and the carnage was utterly brutal. Ye Fan charged at the very front. He returned the Divine Maiden Furnace to Li Tian and Yan Yixi, letting them use it for deterrence.
This weapon was terrifyingly powerful, but it consumed divine energy on an immense scale. Unless one was a Sage, no one could wield it for prolonged combat. Its main purpose was to counter the enemy's sacred weapons, serving more as a threat than an actual tool of slaughter.
Ye Fan plowed into the enemy ranks, bellowing, "Wang Clan dogs, die! I, Ye Fan, have come to your doorstep. What can you do to me?!"
"Kill them all! Leave none alive!" All the Great Powers of the Wang Clan mobilized, rushing toward the western gate. By now, everyone's eyes were bloodshot. Words were useless—only a fight to the death remained!
Either the Wang Clan would be annihilated, or the barbarian side would be wiped out. There was no other outcome. Now, one side had to be completely destroyed.
For the Wang Clan, there was no retreat. The enemy had broken through the great formation laid down by an ancient Sage and stormed in. They had no choice but to fight to the death.
A figure with flowing sleeves moved like a snake and leaped like an ape, swift and agile, closing in on Ye Fan.
This was one of the Wang Clan's top figures, of extremely high seniority. He was on the verge of crossing the threshold of "Immortal Three Severing the Dao," having lived for three thousand years. His eyes were like golden pearls, and his hair had turned yellow—hallmarks of a long-lived elder with abundant blood energy.
Given time, this was a terrifying figure with the potential to break through to the King level. As he pounced, he moved like a snake, struck like a crane, lunged like a tiger, and bounded like an antelope.
Every movement was peculiar, every strike simple yet incredibly dangerous. Even Ye Fan felt immense pressure.
This was undoubtedly someone who had broken through the six or seven forbidden zones of combat, making him formidable. At times, he was like an old snake; at others, a violent ape; then a celestial crane; and then an antelope—his movements were utterly unpredictable.
"Slap!" "Boom!"...
Ye Fan clashed with him, inwardly astonished. The ancient aristocratic clan indeed lacked no experts. This old man was extremely powerful, each strike flashing with Dao marks, concealing terrifying killing techniques.
The two fought fiercely, with bystanders finding it hard to intervene. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over a hundred moves, both moving at incredible speed.
The yellow-haired old man sometimes swept his sleeves, drifting like a banished immortal, and at other times struck with ruthless precision, like a lone wolf pouncing on its prey—fierce and accurate.
"Attack together! Kill him!" Other Great Powers of the Wang Clan forced their way in, trying to join the battle against Ye Fan.
A group of barbarians howled wildly. Among them, over a dozen Great Powers bared their bronze-muscled arms, swinging stone axes in defiance. The battle reached a frenzy, blood energy surging and wild hair flying.
Ye Fan finally settled the score with this fearsome old man. He unleashed a continuous barrage of one hundred and eight punches, his golden fists shattering the void.
"Crack!"
The yellow-haired old man's arms spasmed, his bones splitting. Even though they clashed from a distance, the divine energy collision still inflicted severe damage.
During this process, Ye Fan also evolved, roughly deciphering the old man's Dao marks. He mimicked the snake-crane, tiger-antelope movements—it was a kind of Beast King Fist.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan struck with a crane-like blow, his hand like a crane's beak, blocking the old man's desperate attack. Then he leaped up like an ape and, with a "pfft," tore off the old man's head. Blood spurted high into the air.
"Uncle Ninth!"
Behind him, many Wang Clan members cried out in shock. Clearly, Ye Fan had slain an extremely important figure.
"Kill!"
The Wang Clan launched a group assault, all surrounding Ye Fan. Many had already gone berserk.
"Damn it! Who's afraid of who? Let's kill!" Li Tian followed, joining the melee.
By now, even the suave and elegant Yan Yixi had his white robes stained with blood, charging among the enemies, fighting between life and death. Blossom after blossom of blood bloomed.
"Who's afraid?" Ye Fan sneered. As a Sacred Body, he feared such chaotic battles the least. He activated the Golden Sacred Domain, turning himself into a meat grinder, slaughtering his way forward, unstoppable.
At the Wang Clan's western gate, shattered bones and flesh flew everywhere. The battle reached a fever pitch. Ye Fan was the spearhead, killing at the very front. Wherever he passed, death and injury were endless.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan brought down a golden great hand seal. Even a Great Power couldn't withstand it. Without even a groan, their body was smashed into a pulp.
"Om!"
Then, he let out a soft shout, using the "Battle" character secret to evolve the Buddhist Six Syllable True Mantra. A single primordial divine sound erupted, shattering the heavens.
This was the highest secret art of Buddhism. When cultivated to its peak, it contained the universe's great wisdom, great perseverance, and great compassion, possessing the power to create worlds and subdue all heavenly deities.
"Ah..."
Ahead, countless cultivators screamed in agony. Wave after wave of experts shattered. Under this divine sound, even Great Power-level figures were torn apart.
With a single shout from Ye Fan, a blood-drenched sky appeared before him. Many were ground to dust, turning into blood mist. It was an utterly horrifying scene.
On the western front, with a god of slaughter like Ye Fan leading the charge, the advance was swift, and the Wang Clan suffered heavy losses.
At this moment, the terrifying combat power of the barbarians was fully displayed. The ten thousand cavalry united, the blood light surging from their crowns merging to envelop the entire army.
Wreathed in blood energy, they seemed to bathe in the blood of ancient war gods. They charged fearlessly, forming a cohesive whole, able to borrow power from one another. They became an inseparable cavalry regiment of ten thousand, advancing in unison.
This was an incredibly terrifying sight. Ten thousand men merged into one, charging together, killing gods when they met gods and slaying Buddhas when they encountered Buddhas.
In the sky, floating divine peaks and islands collapsed one after another. Wherever the barbarian army's blade pointed, nothing could withstand them—everything was destroyed.
Countless Wang Clan experts fell. Originally, there was a thousand-man squad, extremely brave and fearless of death, including several Great Powers. But the ten thousand cavalry swept through them, trampling them all into bloody mud.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a terrifying tremor came from ahead. One ancient war chariot after another soared into the sky, gleaming with cold metallic light, eerie and chilling.
A full thousand chariots blocked the path. Each was covered in sword marks and arrow holes, bearing the scars of war and the imprints of time.
The chariots rumbled, rolling across the sky. A thousand ancient war chariots charged forward, making the entire heavens tremble, as if they would crush the myriad ages.
In single combat, these powerful chariots lacked flexibility, but against the ten thousand cavalry, they unleashed incomparably terrifying divine power.
They lined up together, crushing heaven and earth as they rumbled forward. Their assault power was unstoppable, destroying all obstacles.
Men shouted, beasts roared!
The barbarian cavalry suffered greatly. As they charged, they collided with these behemoths, falling like wheat before a scythe. Life after life was extinguished, patch after patch of blood bloomed.
The thousand ancient war chariots, led by over a dozen Great Powers, were inscribed with terrifying Dao patterns. United, they were like a metallic beast devouring life. The sky became a Shura slaughterhouse.
"Fireworks" lit by life bloomed—a brief brilliance, an eternal death. Blood dripped, and piles of corpses fell one after another.
Such was the brutality of battle. Any verbal description was pale. No one knew how many corpses lay on the ground. This was a blood-drenched sky.
To conquer an ancient aristocratic clan without casualties was a fairy tale. In reality, it was impossible. One had to endure the cruelty of blood and bone.
Thousands of massive ancient war chariots, like meat grinders, reaped wave after wave of barbarian warriors' lives. They quickly halted and adjusted their formation.
Ye Fan was covered in blood, fighting desperately. Amid the sea of people, he charged alone to the front. With the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, he shattered one mountain-like war chariot after another.
This threw the Wang Clan into chaos, halting their assault. The barbarian cavalry retreated and began to regroup.
"Divine Arrow Art!"
An old barbarian roared. He was a three-thousand-year-old divine archer, a living fossil-level terrifying existence.
The nearly ten thousand cavalry fell into solemn silence. Not a single one feared death; instead, they grew even more iron-blooded. Everyone drew their hard bows and nocked arrows.
This was a secret art every barbarian had to master, one of their ultimate killing techniques.
At this moment, the blood energy surging from each person's crown grew even stronger. They were completely engulfed in a terrifying blood mist. Every hundred barbarian warriors aimed at one war chariot, releasing arrows infused with their essence, energy, and spirit. All of them burned with battle fervor.
"Boom!"
Ten thousand barbarian divine arrows shot out simultaneously. Endless blood energy merged, and all the arrows combined into one. As they flew out, mountains and rivers shattered.
Nearby, all islands, mountain ranges, and more turned to powder with "puff puff puff" sounds, destroyed utterly under this divine power.
"Boom!"
Many massive war chariots were directly shot to pieces, splitting apart. Half of the Great Powers were killed, meeting a violent death.
"Divine Arrow Art!"
The old man shouted again. Everyone drew their bows once more, launching another round of terrifying arrow strikes. The barbarian divine arrows pierced through heaven and earth, shattering another hundred war chariots.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan took out the Ten Thousand Wounds Bow. He hadn't cultivated the Divine Arrow Art, but the golden sacred arrows shot from his unmatched physical body were even more terrifying.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"...
Ye Fan shot one arrow per target, pouring all his divine power into each. He killed six Great Powers in a row, shocking everyone on the scene!
He was like a demon king, his black hair stained with blood, his body covered in gore, yet radiating ten thousand feet of light, forcing the Wang Clan's forces into chaos.
"Stand in my way and die!" Ye Fan roared, combining it with the Buddhist "Om" syllable true mantra. His voice shook heaven and earth, piercing the sky.
Ahead, another great collapse occurred. Wave after wave of experts were ground to dust, turning into blood mist, creating a vast blood-red sky.
The assault on the ancient aristocratic clan reached a fever pitch. In the distance, ancient sacred weapons were already clashing. Corpses piled into mountains, and blood flowed everywhere.
"A Greatly Accomplished King!" came terrified cries from afar. A terrifying fluctuation rippled through the air. At this point in the battle, a peerless figure had appeared.
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