Chapter 1027: Shock

The most formidable among them was a giant green hand, shrouded in wisps of dark aura, like a resurrected ghost emperor. It was the first to reach out, seizing Ye Tong's body.

This green hand, hundreds of feet long, descended like a toppling mountain, causing a suffocating pressure. It clearly belonged to a Dao Slaying King, and an exceptionally powerful one at that.

Such an extreme attack on a junior was clearly intended for complete annihilation—to bury a genius in their nascent stage, denying them any chance to rise.

Ye Tong reacted swiftly, his feet flashing with solar essence fire. He had cultivated the 'Xing' secret technique, passed down by Ye Fan, to a high degree, merging it with his own essence. He moved like a golden crow streaking across the sky, narrowly evading the Dao Slayer's fatal strike.

The void ripped like paper as several massive hands tore through it. In total, four or five unidentified Dao Slayers launched a coordinated, deadly assault, spanning across the heavens.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths quivered in unison, as the Grand Dao resonated. Each attacker's technique harnessed the power of order, manifest as divine chains piercing the void, weaving together into a dazzling world of Dao principles.

"How dare you!"

A thunderous roar echoed from afar as Dongfang Ye made his move. Standing still on a mountain, he exhaled a torrent of Barbarian King's vital energy, which materialized into a descending mountain, crashing down in mid-air.

Like a cataclysmic landslide and tsunami, the Barbarian God King's primordial essence blood was unparalleled. It erupted like a detonating star, unleashing millions of shockwaves that swept in every direction.

"Dare to lay a hand on my grand-nephew? You must be tired of living!" the Barbarian God King roared, his true form descending. His hair billowed around him, making him seem like a savage ascending to godhood.

As he wielded his fists and feet, the winds and clouds of all directions quaked. Even mountains dozens to hundreds of miles away crumbled. He was like a war god descended upon the world.

From a distance, a faint smile touched Ye Fan's lips. He knew that with his old friends present, he likely wouldn't need to intervene.

Since Tong Tong dared to come here, he must have informed some of his uncles. The young one had grown up and learned to leverage connections and resources, rather than acting purely on impulse.

"The Barbarian God King has made his move! He and Ye Fan were sworn brothers in the past. These Dao Slayers will find it difficult to drag down and slay such a prodigy."

"The War God bloodline of the Southern Ridge is second only to the Human Sacred Body. Its physical resilience and combat prowess are now so immense that it's nearly impossible to find an equal!"

People gasped softly. A clash between two young prodigies had astonishingly escalated into a confrontation among Dao Slayers, bringing the atmosphere to an extreme tension.

"Roar..."

A prolonged roar echoed, and from afar, an overwhelming demonic aura surged forth. A purple mist advanced, immediately launching an attack. A vague figure was concealed within, its eyes piercing like lightning, divine light radiating through the haze.

"The Heavenly Demon King has also intervened! He, too, is an old friend of the Sacred Body. With his formidable reputation now shaking the world, who dares to challenge him?"

"The Heavenly Demon Physique was congenitally deficient. Even before birth, he suffered an insidious attack in the womb. It took him decades of arduous effort to recover his true potential, and now, having slain the Dao, he is like a demon god reborn!"

Yao Yuekong struck, instantly unleashing the Heavenly Demon God-Slaying technique. His entire being transformed into a demonic blade, sweeping across the world.

*Splch!*

Blood spattered as he cleaved one of the massive hands in two. Its severed remnants plummeted from the sky.

An enraged roar followed as the severed arm, cut clean at the wrist, rapidly retreated and vanished into the void. Having sustained a severe loss, its blood stained the heavens and earth.

*Whoosh!*

With a flash of five-colored divine light, the Peacock King appeared. Beams of radiance shot skyward, sweeping away the owners of the other massive hands—the indistinct figures hovering in the void.

From a distance, everyone gasped. The Heavenly Demon Physique and Dongfang Ye, who once dominated the world, had now become formidable kings. With the addition of an veteran demon king like the Peacock King, and their united protection, who would dare to touch Tong Tong?

"Even though the Sacred Body has departed, his disciple is not to be trifled with. All of his old friends are now Dao Slayers, reigning supreme over their respective domains."

Putting others aside, just the presence of these three individuals was enough to cause headaches and fear among countless formidable figures. Any one of them possessed the power to command an entire region.

"What an impressive display of power! Three kings appearing together to champion a mere junior—just a disciple of the Sacred Body. Is it truly worth it?" A cold, ill-tempered scoff echoed from the distant sky as two figures approached.

Yao Yuekong stated coldly, "Some people lack self-respect. What began as a duel between juniors, they insisted on meddling in, seeking to drag down and slay a prodigy. And now they have the audacity to blame others."

"There are always those shameless individuals in this world who insist on meddling in the affairs of juniors, forcing our hand," Dongfang Ye stated bluntly and impolitely.

"Tong Tong, you should head back for now. Let your uncles 'catch up' with them," the Peacock King said.

"Thank you, Grandpa Peacock King. It's alright, I'll just watch for a bit then leave," Ye Tong said with a shy smile.

When not engaged in combat, he appeared delicate and utterly harmless, a stark contrast to his wild and formidable aura from moments earlier.

"Heh, 'catching up' between Dao Slayers? A mere child dares to involve himself, not knowing his place," someone sneered.

These were two valiant-looking men, brimming with essence, qi, and spirit. Divine flames flickered between their brows, and one of them even sported a single horn protruding from his forehead, giving him the appearance of a standing deity.

"They are the two great generals of the Heavenly Emperor's Son. In this era, where no Saints emerge, all races revere them wherever they pass. They are virtually unmatched in the world."

"It's these two! They represent the will of the Heavenly Emperor's Son. Their power is immense; over the years, they've swept aside all rivals and vanquished countless overlords!"

Everyone's expressions changed instantly. These two were highly influential figures, renowned experts among the ancient races who had pledged allegiance to the Heavenly Emperor's Son. Currently, almost no one dared to provoke them.

"What Dao Slayers? The Black Emperor said he'd capture you to be his battle pets, sooner or later," Ye Tong taunted, standing his ground without fear, even against these two formidable Dao Slayers.

At the mention of the large black dog, everyone's expressions twitched with exasperation. The two ancient race powerhouses, in particular, shot out cold, murderous gazes.

"Sooner or later, we'll slaughter it!" one of them stated coldly.

The moment these two appeared, the earlier attackers also regrouped. The situation grew dire, with both sides now at daggers drawn.

"Heh, these past few years have been far too tranquil. There's been no thrill of battle, nor any romantic escapades to break the monotony. Today, at last, things are getting interesting."

A man in silver-white battle attire, tall and slender, with a halberd strapped to his back, approached. He appeared quite serene, but occasionally, his eyes would flash with a mesmerizing, awe-inspiring light.

"This is the Little Prince of the Demonic God Race, one of the foremost Dao Slayers in recent years. He has been undefeated since his debut, virtually invincible wherever he goes."

Not only did the human powerhouses' expressions change, but even members of the ancient races were moved. They hadn't anticipated yet another renowned Dao Slayer stepping forward.

The Demonic God Race is a glorious and powerful clan, so formidable that no one dares to usurp their name. Although they once faced decline, they invariably rise again, and their Dao Slaying Kings are not to be underestimated.

With the addition of the Heavenly Emperor's Son's two capable generals, a trio now stood at the forefront, immediately blocking Dongfang Ye and Yao Yuekong.

The four individuals behind them immediately gained confidence, striding forward from within the hazy mist, intent on reprimanding Ye Fan and his allies... and stifling the genius.

"Grand-nephew, you should go back," Dongfang Ye advised. A confrontation among Dao Slayers was imminent, and if someone were to unleash a sacred artifact, the situation would become dire.

"Alright, I'll leave immediately," Ye Tong replied.

Yao Yuekong and the others weren't concerned for Tong Tong. This was, after all, a child raised by the large black dog, laden with countless miscellaneous items. He could break through any encirclement with a simple array platform and might even counter-kill some opponents.

They knew the dog's temperament all too well: touch a single hair on its protégé, and it would tear ten mouthfuls of flesh from you. It would never allow Tong Tong to suffer a significant loss.

"Everyone praises the Sacred Body, but I believe it's merely an undeserved reputation. It's a shame he departed over a decade ago, otherwise the Heavenly Emperor's Son would have reduced him to ashes!"

The two powerful Dao Slayers laughed boisterously, their words arrogant and their eyes fixed solely on the Heavenly Emperor's Son, whom they had faithfully followed for years.

They knew well that the Heavenly Emperor's Son harbored a deep, long-standing grievance against the Human Sacred Body. Their intention today was to provoke a conflict and seize an opportunity to eliminate Ye Fan's disciple.

As these two spoke in such a manner, most people remained silent, save for a few who openly agreed. Who else would dare speak like that?

Back then, Ye Fan's reputation was truly forged through sheer combat. Before his departure, the battle in the Heaven's End Mountain Range had seen so much bloodshed that the mountain bodies were stained crimson, and the fighting was so intense that even the sun and moon seemed to lose their light.

Even figures of ancient imperial bloodlines like Yuangu and banished immortals like Hua Yunfei were slain by him. His illustrious reputation was entirely forged through real combat.

Ye Tong retorted coldly, "My master left over a decade ago, and only now do you dare utter such words. Why didn't you dare to step out back then and wipe you all clean?"

The two men sneered repeatedly, yet refrained from further verbal sparring, instead striding forward aggressively. Dongfang Ye and the others' expressions darkened as they immediately blocked their path.

"In just five years, I will be able to fight on behalf of my master, and I will face any one of you!" Ye Tong declared, his words crisp and resounding.

Everyone's expressions changed. The murderous intent in their gazes towards Tong Tong intensified, and they all desired to employ ruthless methods to drag him down and kill him.

From a distance, the onlookers exchanged surprised glances. The declaration to "fight on behalf of my master" sent a jolt through everyone's minds.

"Though the Sacred Body has departed, he has indeed cultivated a worthy disciple who continues his formidable legacy," many people sighed.

*Boom.*

An astonishing aura permeated the air, carrying faint wisps of ancient sacred might. People were alarmed, realizing that both sides might resort to using sacred artifacts.

Dongfang Ye, Yao Yuekong, and their allies confronted the Heavenly Emperor's Son's two capable generals and the Little Prince of the Demonic God Race. No one dared to make a rash move; if sacred artifacts were truly unleashed, the situation would escalate dramatically.

However, the four individuals to the side did not halt; instead, they all lunged towards Tong Tong.

"Uncles, Grandpas, I'm heading back now. Thank you all for today," Ye Tong said, bidding farewell to Dongfang Ye and the Peacock King. He prepared to open a void gate with an altar to depart.

From afar, Ye Fan's eyes gleamed with divine light. These Dao Slayers were utterly overbearing, using their might to bully his disciple into retreating.

At that moment, Dongfang Ye and Yao Yuekong were engaged in a standoff, wary of sacred artifact attacks, and thus did not make any rash moves.

A flash of light appeared in Ye Fan's palm, and a black spear materialized. He strode forward, step by step, until he reached the center of the battlefield.

The sudden appearance of this individual astonished many cultivators, who wondered which side he belonged to and against whom he would strike.

"You will all leave your lives here," Ye Fan stated calmly, his words carrying a powerful deterrent as he swept his gaze across the four Dao Slayers before him.

Everyone was startled. This was clearly another person stepping forward to defend Ye Tong, yet no one recognized him; he was utterly unknown.

"Who are you? What are you to dare speak such arrogant words?"

"Even if Ye Fan returned, he wouldn't necessarily dare to speak like that!"

"The Human Sacred Body is a relic of the past, his name buried in the dust of history. Yet you forcibly step forward to champion his disciple, oblivious to proper conduct!"

Each of the four Dao Slayers wore a cold expression, their faces filled with indifference and ruthlessness.

Ye Fan said nothing more. With a single, simple, and natural thrust of his spear, devoid of any Grand Dao resonance or immense divine power, he struck. Yet, this single move caused all four opponents to instantly blanch.

They instantly realized they had encountered a terrifying master!

All four exerted their utmost power, attempting to collectively strike down Ye Fan. However, the swift turn of events utterly surpassed everyone's expectations.

One spear thrust!

Just one spear thrust!

A metallic clang reverberated through heaven and earth as blood sprayed. A chilling, shrill scream erupted, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

The black spear in Ye Fan's hand pierced through one of the Dao Slayers, impaling him high in mid-air. Blood dripped from the impaled figure as the king thrashed, unable to break free.

This sight stunned everyone. Every single cultivator felt their courage seize up and their spirits tremble. What kind of individual was this?!

The spear thrust, initially unremarkable, in its final moment made mountains and rivers lose their vibrancy and the sun and moon dim. With just one strike, a powerful Dao Slaying King was impaled and slain!

Ye Fan stood there like a demon god. The remaining Dao Slayers felt a chill run down their spines, trembling as they stumbled backward, truly terrified.

"It's him! It's that living fossil from the Myriad Beginning Sacred Land, and now he has slain the Dao and ascended to kingship!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the expert whose true identity was revealed after being pierced by the spear.

Ye Fan remained expressionless, holding the spear with one hand and casually carrying the impaled Dao Slaying King. He walked directly towards the members of the Myriad Beginning Sacred Land, causing their bodies to turn ice-cold.

His spear, heavy as a ten-thousand-ton mountain, bore down on the hearts of everyone from the Sacred Land. With each step he took, their minds felt as if they were on the verge of collapse.

Ye Fan advanced as if walking through an empty realm, holding his spear aloft. He stopped before the group, his expression utterly frigid, as he stared at each one of them.

At this moment, a profound silence fell. The members of the Myriad Beginning Sacred Land were drenched in cold sweat, utterly unprepared for such a dire fate befalling one of their elders after he had dared to intervene.

Ye Fan lifted the massive spear high, with the king still impaled upon it, then angled it forward, almost touching the chest of the sect's Sacred Master.

He uttered no words, only cold indifference in his eyes. His actions spoke volumes: before the eyes of the entire world, he lifted their king aloft, delivering a resounding and murderous slap to their collective face!

The onlookers fell silent, hushed as cicadas in cold weather. Not a single person spoke, or even dared to breathe loudly, all watching with intense nervousness.

This was the act of a single individual terrifying an entire Sacred Land.

*Bang!*

The black spear in Ye Fan's hand trembled, and the Dao Slaying 'living fossil' instantly disintegrated. Blood sprayed forth, transforming into a gruesome shower of bone fragments and crimson rain that stained the sky.