Chapter 483: Thousands of Troops Turned to Ashes
Everyone present was petrified—the humans so, the ancient clans likewise. Every single person was stunned. This entire situation was utterly unexpected, unsettling to the core.
Even the assassins of the Divine Dynasty, who prided themselves on composure and cold-bloodedness, felt their bodies turn stiff and cold, a chill creeping up their spines. They realized that the young man smiling harmlessly ahead was extremely dangerous.
To set a trap for the enemy, he had even calculated himself into the equation. Who was the bait? It was terrifying to contemplate!
"I don't like entering someone else's rhythm," Ye Fan said, standing calmly on the high platform, looking down at the crowd. "Rather than wait for you to set up schemes and use various means to force me out, it's better for me to design it myself and satisfy your wishes. Of course, the result has turned out differently—I'm the one leading you by the nose."
"What a grand scheme. It started with the Five-Colored Altar, laying the groundwork step by step." A peak-level king from the Fallen Feather Clan felt his heart sink, his expression turning extremely grim.
Everything about the Five-Colored Altar had been shrouded in mystery. During its construction, all information had been tightly sealed, making it impossible to investigate. And when people exhausted their efforts to dig into it, they had already fallen into Ye Fan's rhythm, guided forward by him.
So-called star-crossing was merely a catalyst, a foundation. Within the scheme lay another scheme, deployed in succession, forcing people to enter on their own, desperately searching, until new schemes spontaneously emerged.
When they uncovered the "truth" and learned that Ye Fan intended to leave this ancient star, their habitual thinking naturally led them to stop and kill him, preventing his celestial crossing.
At that moment, Ye Fan had pushed things forward just right, setting another trap. Lin Jia's "auction" had emerged accordingly.
At this point, regardless of whether Lin Jia existed, those in the shadows would interpret it as someone targeting Ye Fan. Those who resented him would naturally strike, forming a united force.
If the Lin Jia incident hadn't occurred, someone would surely have made a move in the dark. To keep Ye Fan from leaving, they would have employed vicious methods and laid traps.
Ye Fan had satisfied them. He had actively drawn them into a small scheme, so contrary to common sense, trapping himself to unite his enemies.
Ye Fan stared at the mysterious figure completely shrouded in black armor. "Even if you know Lin Jia isn't here, you still came, because you believe someone is targeting me, wanting to eliminate me, and you want to contribute."
Throughout this process, he observed the black-clad man's reactions, using his powerful spiritual perception to capture his divine sense fluctuations, trying to determine if Lin Jia had fallen into their hands.
"You... knew I was coming?" The man in black armor took several steps back.
Ye Fan gave a cold smile. Having learned what he wanted to know, he ignored him. Then he turned to the others, sensing their divine sense fluctuations. His expression turned icy cold, a sliver of killing intent emerging.
Everyone knew things had gone wrong. They had fallen into the trap, been outmaneuvered. They rushed out of the magnificent great palace, appearing in the desert, each finding advantageous terrain to defend.
Because escape seemed nearly impossible. At this moment, the desert's edge was a vast expanse of white, various mists rising, flowing like chaos, full of oppressive pressure.
"With so many of us here, what's there to fear? Even Greatly Accomplished Kings are present. Killing the three of them isn't enough?!" Someone spoke coldly.
But the others remained silent. This wasn't forcing Ye Fan into a trap—they were the ones being bagged. Who knew what arrangements were here?
"No need to fear." The two elders of the Fallen Feather Clan stepped forward, holding the Eight Treasures Demon Vase, which emitted an astonishing pressure, dissolving the surrounding laws of order.
"Indeed, there's nothing to fear. The outcome is irreversible. I came to end his life." The man in black armor regained his composure, striding forward. "Over twenty years, I've awaited this reunion every moment. Ye Fan, your time to regret has come!" He forcefully shook off his helmet, revealing his true face.
Ye Fan smiled faintly. "Returning in glory? I told you, in my eyes, you'll always be a small fry."
"You really know who I am?" The man in black armor trembled with rage, his emotions seemingly extremely agitated, fists clenched.
"Aren't you the most useless Li Changqing? You've never improved." Ye Fan said lightly.
"Clang!"
Li Changqing hurled his helmet into the distant hall, revealing his true face. His expression was nearly twisted, his whole body trembling, too furious to speak.
He had imagined appearing loftily, almost gloriously, seeing Ye Fan's stunned and panicked expression. He never expected the other party to not care at all, having already anticipated everything.
It was like meticulously preparing a grand drama, only to have no audience in the end. He felt like he had punched into empty air—the discomfort was unbearable.
Over twenty years had passed, and Li Changqing's appearance hadn't changed much, just a bit paler, as if he had lived in darkness without sunlight for years.
"Ye Fan... no matter what you anticipate, no matter how brilliant and mighty you think you are, there's one thing you can't change: you must die, and no one can save you!" Li Changqing went mad.
He had endured bitterly for over twenty years, wanting to vent his anger, make a grand entrance, reveal his true form. But he had been seen through, and a few light words nearly made him spit blood.
"I said you haven't improved, and you don't like hearing it. You've already entered my rhythm—do you think I have no arrangements?" Ye Fan sneered.
"Let the Outer Domain Divine Curse bloom!"
Li Changqing roared, shaking the desert. The vast yellow sands all flew up, dust and smoke spreading everywhere, drowning heaven and earth.
In his hand appeared a blood-colored doll. He shattered it, sending streaks of blood light flying toward Ye Fan. The world turned bitterly cold, as if falling into an ice cellar, with sounds of ghosts wailing and spirits howling.
"A sure kill. Without preparation, being hit by that would surely scatter your soul. This is the work of the Vicious Ghost!" Duan De said.
The Devouring Demon Jar lid above his head emerged, and a mysterious nine-star symbol appeared beneath his feet. This was a Source Heaven Forbidden Array Ye Fan had specially engraved for him, consuming vast amounts of Divine Source to activate the Imperial Weapon.
"Boom!"
The Devouring Demon Jar lid emitted an Imperial might. Though not truly revived, it was overwhelming, beyond what ordinary people could resist.
All the blood-colored light was annihilated, unable to approach. It turned into a haze of smoke, dissipating in the desert.
Li Changqing's face changed, a trace of fear appearing. He kept retreating. Originally, it was a situation to attack Ye Fan, to catch a turtle in a jar. He never expected it to evolve to this point.
"Kill!"
The master of one layer of Hell from the Underworld Divine Dynasty shouted. A string of blue light emitted from his body, and a spatial artifact opened. Around him, densely packed killers appeared, quickly disappearing into the desert, preparing to assassinate Ye Fan and his group.
At the same time, a Realm Lord from Mortal World also shouted. A yellow light burst forth, and rows of assassins appeared.
Now, Primordial Lake, the Fallen Feather Clan, and other major forces also made their moves. Spatial artifacts flashed continuously, and in an instant, thousands of troops appeared, banners waving, flooding the area like a tsunami, killing intent boundless.
"Source Heaven Forbidden Array, kill!" Ye Fan roared.
The entire desert began to glow, various divine patterns surging up, interweaving into a net of order, reaping lives like the scythe of the Death God.
Massive amounts of Source Qi burned, transforming into threads of laws, constructing a Source Heaven Grand Array that sealed this desert, extinguishing all life.
Countless people fell. Heads flew up one after another. Blood splattered, beautiful flowers blooming. Lives faded away, severed by beams of law, turning into light rain, vanishing with the wind.
This was a massacre!
The Source Heaven Forbidden Array in the desert had been laid for who knew how many days, waiting for this moment, only to harvest fresh lives.
"Ah..."
Screams rose and fell. This place became a bloody storm, a human hell. Corpses lay everywhere, a ghastly sight.
"Demon-Sealing Vase, break!" The two kings of the Fallen Feather Clan jointly activated an Eight Treasures Demon Vase, emitting streaks of black light, shining on the desert.
"If this were a Demon-Sealing Vase refined by a Great Emperor, we'd accept defeat. If not, then rest in peace!" Ye Fan said lightly, pointing his finger, activating another array pattern. The Primordial Slaughter Formation revived, illuminating the heavens.
"Boom!"
Killing intent vast and boundless swept across all directions, as if returning to the era of heaven and earth's creation. All things were born anew, various killing forces eternal, surging through heaven and earth.
This was a terrifying change. The Demon-Sealing Vase shattered with a bang. The two kings spat out large mouthfuls of blood, their bodies covered in wounds, nearly broken.
Though the Primordial Slaughter Formation was only a corner, its offensive power was heaven-defying. No one present could resist. Screams formed a continuous chain. In the blink of an eye, over a thousand people became bloody mud, ground to pieces by the killing energy.
"Purgatory Sword, unsheathe—cleave through the heavens!" The king of the Underworld Divine Dynasty roared, shaking heaven and earth. A blood-dripping divine sword flew out, bright red and gorgeous, slashing toward Ye Fan and his group.
Extremely poignant and beautiful, the crimson blade was stained with a string of blood droplets, emitting a wailing sound. Heaven and earth collapsed, the desert nearly ceasing to exist.
Many kings stepped forward together to activate it, jointly offering this Saint Weapon, turning it into a blinding blood light, dyeing the entire world red, bloody wind and rain spreading.
"It's incomplete, not a true legendary Saint Weapon. Do you think Dao Lord's Devouring Demon Jar lid is fake?" Duan De sneered. Using the runes on the ground, he gained boundless divine power, madly activating the terrifying jar lid.
The blood sword trembled as it flew forward, not daring to approach. Under the pressure of the Extreme Dao, its light dimmed. It lost connection with the kings behind, the sympathetic aura severed.
"Clang!"
The Devouring Demon Jar lid emitted an Extreme Dao aura. A streak of black light shot out. The Purgatory Blood Sword instantly fell to the ground, wailing, not daring to struggle.
"Brother Duan, no need to exert so much effort. I've prepared three Primordial Slaughter Formations. No matter what they've prepared, it's useless." Ye Fan said.
He raised his hand and pointed. The other two formations revived. In this world, strands of terrifying killing energy, thick as mountains, surged up across the desert, filling the heavens.
Shattering everything!
Everyone wanted to flee but couldn't. The desert had long been laid with a peerless grand array. No one could escape. All directions were sealed.
At the center, three Primordial Slaughter Formations revived together. Ancient runes flickered, their light severing the heavens. Killing energy crisscrossed, blood flowers blooming. This place turned into a Shura field.
"Ah..."
Only screams emerged. Resistance was futile. Even kings trapped within could only die, unable to fight back.
"Pfft!"
Li Changqing was struck by a killing light, cut in half at the waist, screaming incessantly. Ye Fan reached out and grabbed him, demanding, "Where is the Vicious Ghost?"
"Go... to the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range to wait for you." Li Changqing was terrified, loudly begging for mercy. But a black light flashed in his brow, and his entire body withered, turning into a dried skeleton, then his head exploded.
"Kill!"
Duan De roared. The Devouring Demon Jar shook, shattering a black light, not letting it escape.
"The Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range... you also trapped yourself there?" The master of a small world from Hell struggled, unwilling, asking.
"Exactly. Everything is in my rhythm. The main force of your Assassin Divine Dynasty has gone to the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range, right? Good. I've also designated that as the main battlefield!" Ye Fan sneered.
"Ah..."
Without any surprise, with the three Primordial Slaughter Formations unleashed, everyone was killed. Thousands of troops turned into bloody mud. This desert was dyed red.
"I hope all my enemies appear at the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range. Before I leave, let's have a final, ultimate settlement!" Ye Fan's voice echoed over the desert.
The Primordial Slaughter Formation rotated. One by one, runes flickered, rushing into the void, forming two large characters: Sealed.
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