Chapter 1028: Obstructing Paths Must Be Killed

Chapter One Thousand and Twenty-Nine: Kill All Who Block the Way

Blood rained down, and glistening white bone fragments flew in all directions. A Path-Slayer had fallen, dying in a truly undignified manner.

All around, there was a deafening silence. No one dared to speak; everyone was stunned by the sight.

That man was like a demon god. With a single spear thrust, he impaled and killed the king from the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings, shattering him into pieces right before their Saint Lord's eyes. He stood alone, intimidating an entire Sacred Land.

Who in the world would dare to act like this? For so many years, no one had been so unrestrained. The tip of the black spear, incredibly sharp, was almost pressing against the forehead of the Saint Lord of Myriad Beginnings.

"Gulp!"

In the crowd, someone swallowed hard, almost choking. The aura emanating from this god-like, demon-like man made their bodies feel as if they would tear apart.

"You... who are you?"

Among the people of the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings, an elder's voice trembled. He had to speak; their situation was dire, their reputation in ruins. This man's silent actions were more unbearable than if he had killed them all.

Ye Fan's expression was calm, and he said nothing. Wherever his gaze swept, the people of the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings dared not meet his eyes and instinctively lowered their heads.

Only a few gritted their teeth. Though they said nothing, their eyes were cold, and their fists clenched. Yet, they dared not make a move, knowing they were no match.

Ye Fan looked over, raised the black spear in his right hand, and pointed it forward. A sharp dark light immediately shot from the keen spear tip.

"Pffft!"

One person instantly turned into a mist of blood. Even a powerful elder-level figure was no match, shattering like a porcelain jar.

Next, Ye Fan jabbed a few more times with the black spear. The other individuals cried out, blood blooming from their foreheads, and their bodies turned into bloody pulp, dying gruesome deaths.

"You want to wear down and kill geniuses? Then I'll wear down and kill you."

Ye Fan's words were devoid of emotion, as if he were discussing a trivial matter. Yet, to those who heard them, the impact was profound, like surging waves!

Whether it was the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings or all the cultivators on the surrounding peaks, everyone was stunned. What kind of person was this? He looked down upon a Sacred Land, his killing intent filling the air, inspiring awe.

Ye Fan pressed the black spear tip against the forehead of the Saint Lord of Myriad Beginnings, a trickle of blood emerging there. Those behind him felt their hearts almost stop. This person was defying heaven with such audacity; was he trying to level a Sacred Land?

At this moment, Ye Fan mercilessly pressured a Saint Lord with his spear, looking down on all heroes, making everyone as silent as cicadas in cold weather.

Today, something earth-shattering was likely to occur!

If this god-like, demon-like being were to slaughter all the people from the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings here, it would undoubtedly cause an immense upheaval that would sweep across the world!

No one spoke. Even the ancient races held their breath, silently watching this scene. This person was too strong, forcing a Sacred Land into submission.

Finally, Ye Fan pointed the divine spear skyward, lifting it from the Saint Lord of Myriad Beginnings' forehead, choosing not to deliver a killing blow.

He had just killed several elders of that sect and eliminated one Path-Slayer, which was sufficient. He didn't want to go on a killing spree against the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings; after all, they were all humans, and doing so would only benefit the ancient races.

A trickle of fresh blood flowed from the forehead of the Saint Lord of Myriad Beginnings, yet he remained motionless, as if a great mountain pressed down upon him. That fierce combat intent made it impossible for him to resist.

Only after Ye Fan had departed did he seem to collapse from exhaustion, drenched in cold sweat. If a powerful figure hadn't stepped forward to support him, he would have surely fallen to the ground.

The Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings was utterly defeated. Aside from their Saint Son being no match for Ye Tong, the most tragic aspect was being intimidated by this mysterious individual, leaving everyone in their Sacred Land unable to raise their heads.

No one uttered a sound. Watching Ye Fan's retreating back, seeing him walk away step by step, everyone felt a sense of relief from a great catastrophe. It was a long time later that they realized they were covered in cold sweat and their bodies were icy cold.

Silence was broken. Finally, the Fire Spirit Ravine and the surrounding mountains were no longer silent. Commotion surged skyward, a cacophony of sound. After the tense atmosphere subsided, everyone couldn't help but discuss.

"Who exactly was that? He's truly too powerful; he single-handedly suppressed the Sacred Land of Myriad Beginnings!"

"He's simply like a god! Why have we never seen this man before? He truly appeared out of nowhere!"

With something like this happening, no one could remain calm. Everyone was incredibly excited. No one had expected such a master to appear, so incomparably powerful.

Not far away, Ye Tong had already set up the formation platform and opened the Void Gate, but seeing the scene that had just unfolded, he paused.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Ye Fan nodded, showing a faint smile. He said little, instead pressing his spear forward in another direction.

That was the spectator area for the ancient races, home to many powerful ancient beings. At this moment, he remained fearless, striding forward. Clearly, he intended to kill the other three Path-Slayers.

This action immediately caused an uproar. It was simply outrageous! He walked directly into the midst of various ancient races, completely unconcerned.

"What incredible courage, to dare to do such a thing!"

Many human cultivators stared wide-eyed. Who didn't know the dominance of the great ancient races now? No one wanted to provoke them, yet here was someone who simply didn't care.

"Hmph!"

In this area of the ancient races, someone immediately let out a cold snort of displeasure, and many icy gazes turned toward him.

However, Ye Fan ignored them all. He strode forward with the black battle spear, as if entering an uninhabited land, completely disregarding everyone.

In his eyes, there were only the three Path-Slayers who had attacked him alongside the Myriad Beginnings King earlier, the very ones who had first tried to harm Tongtong.

"What nerve! Trespassing into our race's spectator area, do you take us for air?" Someone incited, wanting to unite several major races to attack and stop Ye Fan.

"Pfft!"

Ye Fan was simple and direct. He raised his hand and thrust the spear, a sharp dark light shooting out. The head of that powerful ancient race member exploded, and he dropped dead on the spot.

He didn't even spare a glance, continuing forward, ignoring the powerful individuals from various races beside him, his gaze fixed only on the three figures in the distance.

"You... Everyone, did you see that? Kill him!"

Someone from that race roared in fury. A super-powerful individual had died for no reason, and they were all beyond endurance, trying to incite others from different races to also attack.

"I don't want to kill people, so you'd best not provoke me." Seeing someone about to act, Ye Fan's gaze instantly blazed with power as he swept his eyes across the crowd.

They stumbled back. A group of people retreated, especially those at the very front, who were so intimidated by a powerful aura that their faces turned deathly pale, and they couldn't help but cough up blood.

Everyone revealed looks of utter disbelief. This person was truly too powerful; merely his blazing gaze almost caused their minds to collapse.

"Kill him! How can we allow a human to act so presumptuously!" Someone shouted, inciting everyone to charge together.

More than twenty people attacked. They belonged to two different races and were enraged by Ye Fan's dominance and arrogance, feeling that he had offended their dignity.

For a moment, lightning flashed in all directions, spiritual treasures crashed, and various lights mingled, forming a dazzling sea of techniques. Many chains of divine order intertwined.

However, facing all this, Ye Fan simply swung his great spear. The black divine spear distorted the void, emitting terrifying wailing sounds. Instantly, eight or nine people turned into bloody pulp, unable to withstand even a single blow.

Ye Fan's expression remained calm as he strode forward. With a shake of his great spear, the black tip emitted ripples that spread out like waves.

This was a spear wave!

This was a manifestation of Dao marks, swift as the aurora. A chorus of screams erupted, and the remaining dozen or so people were all killed, turning into bursts of blood mist.

Everyone was terrified. This person truly acted without regard for anything, killing gods if they blocked his path and slaying Buddhas if they stood in his way.

He entered the ancient races' spectator area alone. When met with resistance, he continued to kill without hesitation or concern, not caring in the least.

"He faced two powerful races and slaughtered them as easily as cutting vegetables!"

"This is truly fierce! Who is this person who kills powerful ancient race members as easily as squashing chicks?"

Behind him, all the human cultivators were dumbfounded and extremely shocked. They had never seen such a fierce person who showed no mercy.

"All who block my path shall be slain without mercy." Where did this formidable individual come from?

Ye Fan's steps never paused; he consistently moved forward. With two spear thrusts, he killed over twenty people, leaving two powerful races utterly humiliated and truly suppressing the ancient races.

Where did this fierce person come from? Even if he was incredibly powerful, didn't he have any reservations? To dare to attack like this left them all bewildered.

"Who exactly are you?" someone from a renowned royal family demanded.

"My name is not important. I don't wish to be your enemy, but I also ask you not to block me. Today, I intend to kill those three, and no one can save them," Ye Fan calmly stated.

Even the people of the ancient races felt their hair stand on end. This individual, carrying a great black spear, simply walked forward, not even glancing at the crowd. His terrifyingly powerful aura made them tremble.

"Aren't you going too far?" an elderly ancient race member said coldly, his face sinking, his expression very displeased. Instantly, a group of people surrounded them.

Because this was no ordinary Path-Slayer; his prestige shook the ancient races. He stood at the sixth minor stage of the Path-Slaying realm, capable of looking down on all young kings.

However, Ye Fan remained consistent, his steps unceasing. He didn't acknowledge the elder, instead looking straight ahead, holding his spear with one hand, pointing it at the other three Path-Slayers, having identified his targets.

"Presumptuous!"

Beside him, the elder's diamond-shaped vertical eye on his forehead widened in fury, shooting out a blazing beam of light that pierced the void, striking towards Ye Fan's forehead.

He had already cultivated for over a thousand years just in the Path-Slaying realm, priding himself on his profound achievements and ability to look down on all young kings. Being disdained by Ye Fan at this moment, he instantly raged.

"Crack!"

Ye Fan swung his great spear, striking the beam of light and shattering it like crystal. Then, with a long roar, he lunged towards his targets ahead.

"Uh..."

The three powerful ancient race members' expressions changed. They hadn't expected Ye Fan to be so dominant, directly intruding into the ancient race area, determined not to stop until he had killed them. No one could stop him.

"All of you, attack together and kill him!" one of the three shouted.

"I intend to kill you three. Anyone who tries to stop me is useless. All who dare to block my path shall be slain!" Ye Fan roared.

"Swish!"

The void trembled. He wielded the black spear body like a sharp sword, holding it with one hand, and cleaved downwards.

"Clang!"

The black spear tip was indestructible, emitting dazzling light. It cut through the weapon of the shouting Path-Slayer, descending like a heavenly sword, leaving a trail of bloody light.

Everyone was shocked. A bloody line appeared on this Path-Slayer, starting from his forehead, rapidly extending down to his crotch. Then, with a "pffft," a large spray of blood erupted, and his body split into two halves, falling to either side!

Ye Fan, like a demon god, with black hair and dark mist, turned. With a jab of his divine spear, he utterly destroyed dozens of magical treasures with a thunderous sound. Faster than lightning, he forced open all laws and order, and with a "pffft," the sharp spear tip pierced the forehead of another Path-Slayer!

Everyone was dumbfounded. Ye Fan killed this king as easily as pulling weeds, without any effort. Drops of blood flowed down the spear shaft. The man's face was filled with terror, his expression frozen.

"Kill!"

A group of people had just charged over, and the "kill" shout from their mouths hadn't even finished when two Path-Slayers had already died, leaving them utterly shaken.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan swung his divine spear in a horizontal sweep. This group of ancient race powerhouses all screamed. A blazing, powerful beam of light, hundreds of feet long, swept across the area, bisecting everyone at the waist, leaving them to fall into pools of blood.

"Your turn!" Ye Fan stared at the third person and thrust his spear with imposing might. There were no complex moves, just a return to simplicity.

This person roared, scales flying from his body, transforming into deadly weapons and striking. Various lights of Dao flickered, displaying his most powerful laws, elevating his cultivation to the extreme to confront the formidable enemy.

However, it was all in vain. Ye Fan's spear thrust shattered the void, annihilating a large area, turning all chains of divine order and dozens of ancient treasures into dust.

"Pffft!"

Ye Fan's spear pierced his chest. A rain of blood fell, but before it hit the ground, it turned into ash. The entire person transformed into light! In an instant, he evaporated completely, body and soul annihilated.

Ye Fan's expression was calm as he walked back, the black spear in his hand sweeping left and right. One life after another was reaped; all those who had rushed over were killed.

"You, deserve death!" The old veteran king, who had cultivated in the Path-Slaying realm for over a thousand years, was enraged, his diamond-shaped vertical eye on his forehead gleaming brilliantly.

Ye Fan's expression was cold as he said, "I told you, I don't want to be your enemy, but don't force me!"

"All of you, attack him!" Someone shouted from behind, giving the order on behalf of the old veteran king, and a group of people charged forward.

However, most of the ancient race powerhouses chose to observe, remaining motionless, not daring to step forward.

Ye Fan's earlier performance was truly astonishing, intimidating most people. No one dared to make a reckless move; only those closely related to the victims actually charged forward.

"Boom!"

The old man with the vertical eye on his forehead let out a long roar. A treasure wheel appeared above his head, and in his hand, he gripped a dragon blade, swinging it horizontally.

Ye Fan clutched his long spear. For the first time, he activated the potential within his body, and it spread out along the spear shaft—an unparalleled wave of power!

At this moment, the entire black spear emitted a sound like a tsunami, bursting forth with blazing, powerful light!

At this very moment, the spear body seemed to be transforming into a dragon, a living black dragon reviving, its terrifying aura overwhelming, like a sea of stars boiling!

From the spear tip, thousands upon thousands of dark rays erupted, completely engulfing the area. In the eyes of all, only a single black divine spear remained!

"Boom!"

Ye Fan thrust his spear, emitting a sound like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami raging. The ten directions of the sky shattered, and a dark ray shot forth.

The dragon blade in the old king's hand instantly turned to dust, and the treasure wheel above his head also exploded. This single spear thrust directly impaled him in mid-air!

"Pffft!"

Ye Fan pulled out the spear, then swept it forcefully. A dripping head flew up, detached from its neck, and flew away.

Ye Fan didn't even glance back, continuing to walk forward. Anyone who stood in his way was killed with a single spear thrust. Along his path, blood bloomed, and corpses fell.

Subsequently, the ancient race powerhouses retreated like a tide, clearing a path, as if fleeing from a god or demon, their faces all pale!

"This is..." Everyone on the human side was shocked, simply unable to believe all of this.

To kill those three Path-Slayers, this person entered alone as if into an uninhabited land, and then emerged with such overwhelming force, truly like a primordial War God!