Chapter 1044: Star River Saint Slayer

In the night sky, two figures were locked in a fierce battle. A black-gold spear clashed against a blood-red battle lance, creating a resounding clang with every impact and sending brilliant sparks flying. They moved faster than lightning.

The two soared into the vast firmament, instantly moving from one spot to another as if traversing time and space. Their bodies shimmered with radiant light, and their immense power was awe-inspiring.

Ye Fan fought the Half-Saint, showing no signs of weakness. He transformed into lightning, engaging in an earth-shattering confrontation. This was a clash of cultivation, accompanied by thunderous roars.

Blinding light emanated from their bodies, dimming the stars and moon. Their powerful fluctuations surged like a boundless, churning ocean.

The spectators were stunned. Although the two combatants were tens of thousands of feet above the ground, their divine power was still palpable. Many found themselves unable to move, collapsing to the ground.

"Buzz!" Dazzling light burst forth as Ye Fan swept his black-gold spear across. It unleashed a wave of dark radiance that seemed to make the sun, moon, and stars tremble, filling the sky with brilliance.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" Beams of light shot out, each as thick as a mountain. The black-gold spear spewed forth a torrent of spear-rays, piercing the sky repeatedly, leaving it riddled with holes.

The Half-Saint resisted with all his might, genuinely shocked. This opponent's combat power was comparable to his own. The dark-gold spear in Ye Fan's hand pierced through the firmament with every strike, unleashing unparalleled energy that nearly suffocated him.

Eight-Forbidden! This was inevitable; only a Dao Slasher at the Eight-Forbidden level could withstand a Half-Saint. Otherwise, death would be instantaneous.

The dark-gold spear emitted a vast, boundless torrent of spear-rays, like a descending galaxy. A wave of murderous intent swept through the nine heavens and ten earths, shaking the mortal world.

"Clang!" The deafening clash of metal echoed. The shield in the Half-Saint's left hand emitted sounds that pierced metal and shattered stone. All the runes on its surface flashed, resisting the incoming spear-rays.

Ye Fan unleashed nine hundred thirty-seven consecutive thrusts. The sharp black-gold spear tip pulsed with blinding radiance, surrounded by ripples of great Dao. Although each strike was parried by the ancient shield, the Dao traces successfully diffused outwards.

The Half-Saint's body trembled violently. A bloody gash appeared on the web of his hand, and blood flowed freely, staining the hand holding the shield. The spreading Dao waves caused his entire body to convulse.

He wore an expression of disbelief. This opponent was too powerful, nearly breaking through the barrier of the Saint Realm and entering another domain, causing even him to feel a chill of fear.

"Enough!" the Half-Saint roared. After parrying the barrage of attacks, his eyes blazed like divine lamps, emitting torch-like beams of light that pierced through the void.

He was incredibly martial and powerful. His hair whipped around, and a tremor of his arm unleashed immense force. The blood-red long spear in his right hand pulsed with crimson glow, as if forged from phoenix blood-gold, emanating fluctuations that made souls tremble.

"Clang!" The Half-Saint launched a fierce counterattack. The vivid red battle lance in his hand seemed to be bleeding, radiating a vibrant sharpness as it repeatedly thrust toward Ye Fan's vital points.

The entire night sky turned crimson, enveloped by the Half-Saint's vital energy. His fierce attacks were unparalleled; with a single thrust of his spear, everything was destroyed, utterly unable to withstand it.

Ye Fan's eyes flickered with light as he strenuously met the assault, pitting his spear against the Half-Saint's lance. The two weapons continuously collided, unleashing dazzling bolts of lightning that rent the firmament.

"Swoosh!" A crimson divine ray shot out, more brilliant than a comet streaking across the sky. It grazed past Ye Fan's ear, and the massive aura it carried slammed into distant mountains, reducing vast expanses of majestic peaks to ashes and flat ground.

"Buzz!" The crimson battle lance trembled slightly, and divine rays shot out from its tip one after another, possessing an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers. Ye Fan's expression changed, forcing him to resist with all his might.

"Whoosh!" Another blood-red spear-ray streaked past Ye Fan's body and flew into the distance, landing on an ancient city at the far end of the land. With a "puff," it unleashed a searing light, and the Half-Saint's lance-light incinerated the entire city into dust.

Everyone's expressions changed. The Half-Saint's attacks were unparalleled and incredibly sharp. This was merely a wisp of overflowing divine light from his lance tip, yet it had destroyed a city, killing an unknown number of innocent lives in vain.

"You deserve to die!" Ye Fan's eyes flared with rage as he roared. The opponent was utterly reckless, showing no fear of staining the Southern Domain with blood, and felt no pity for the countless human lives that might perish.

"Merely a swarm of ants; their deaths are of no consequence," was all the Half-Saint said.

"For that statement alone, I will cleave you asunder with my spear!" Ye Fan declared, his body ascending twenty thousand feet high to prevent residual power from touching the ground again. The light in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

The Half-Saint merely sneered. The black shield in his left hand seemed to merge with his palm and fingers as if it were alive. The blood-red battle lance in his right hand blended into the night sky, devouring heaven and earth.

"Boom!" He brought down a piece of the firmament with him. True Saintly might emerged; a Half-Saint, having one foot in the Saint realm, could sometimes manifest Saintly power!

At this moment, he unleashed this formidable power to its fullest extent, using his might to overwhelm Ye Fan, intending to crush him to death in the void.

Ye Fan's formidable aura was contained within him, his pores absorbing vital energy from all directions. His Eight-Forbidden level was pushed to its absolute limit, barely managing to tear open the Saint Realm barrier. Though no light or blood essence emanated from him, he was immensely powerful.

The Half-Saint swung the entire blood lance down like a massive club, imbued with overwhelming Saintly might. Ye Fan's eyes, filled with defiance and unwillingness to yield, met it head-on, blocking it with his spear shaft.

"Clang!" This strike caused gods to weep and ghosts to wail. The metallic reverberation shattered and then annihilated that part of the firmament. Even though the two had ascended tens of thousands of feet high, a range of mountains on the ground was still affected; everything above the mid-slopes turned to dust in the blinding light.

"Ah..." Some experts screamed in agony. These individuals had ascended to high altitudes to clearly witness the Half-Saint level battle. Although they weren't hit by the divine energy, the metallic clashing sound pierced their eardrums, causing blood to stream from their ears.

Within Ye Fan, his blood and Qi surged like surging waves of a great river, emitting thunderous roars. A scorching light was contained beneath his skin and pores, almost bursting forth.

"Is this Saintly might?" He was deeply shocked. It truly transcended the human realm. Even his powerful physique was almost torn apart by the fluctuations of these Dao traces.

Nevertheless, he managed to block it, successfully enduring this world-shattering blow.

"The legendary Eight-Forbidden realm!" Feng Huang, Ji Biyue, Li Qingzhou, and others were all stunned. "This person is too powerful; he actually withstood a Half-Saint!" "Boom!"

At this moment, the Half-Saint sneered, launching an even more terrifying attack with boundless killing intent. The black shield, originally for defense, merged with heaven and earth, unleashing thousands of Dao waves that descended, cleaving the sky and covering the earth.

The shield transformed into a black mountain, ten thousand feet high, with countless chains of divine order. The blood lance pressed down on the dark-gold spear, and now the Half-Saint unleashed this weapon as well. His Saintly might was unmatched.

Ye Fan's gaze was piercing. At this moment, he actually swung his fist, directly meeting the black shield imbued with overwhelming Saintly might. His radiance was contained, and his invincible fist intent dominated heaven and earth.

"Is he mad?!" "Meeting a Half-Saint's weapon with his bare fist—isn't that just seeking death?!"

Everyone exclaimed in shock, unable to comprehend. If those collided, his fist would surely be pulverized into a bloody mess. How could he possibly block a Half-Saint artifact?

Many couldn't bear to watch. This was an astonishing genius, capable of intercepting a Half-Saint in the sky and shaking the might of the Saint Realm. It would be an immense pity for him to be utterly destroyed.

The Half-Saint's lips curled into a cold smile. He could already foresee the incredible human expert spitting blood. What if he was at the Eight-Forbidden level? He would still die!

"Thump!" However, with a booming sound like a heavenly drum from the divine court, Ye Fan's fist did not turn into bloody pulp. Instead, it sent the black shield-mountain flying backward.

"Crack!" Several fissures actually appeared on the shield-mountain. The Half-Saint's left side went numb from the impact, and he wore an expression of disbelief. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he was sent flying sideways.

A mortal body overpowering a Half-Saint artifact—what unparalleled might! The spectators were petrified, every single one of them dumbfounded.

"How is this possible? A flesh-and-blood body shaking a Half-Saint artifact? It's like a fantasy!"

Yet, the facts were before their eyes, and people had no choice but to believe that this had truly happened.

"How did he withstand that just now? That shield-mountain was imbued with overwhelming Saintly might! What kind of physique does he possess to dare clash with it using his fist?"

"This... could it be the second Human Holy Body?!"

People uttered in shock; this outcome was simply defying heaven. Feng Huang furrowed her brows, scrutinizing Ye Fan closely. Ji Biyue's heart also pounded, and she murmured to herself, "Could it be that person from the past has returned?"

Some cultivators made the same connection. Aside from the Human Holy Body, which had a slim chance, what other physique could be so terrifying?

"No, that's not right. Even the Human Holy Body cannot directly withstand Saintly might."

Many were in doubt. They hadn't seen the overwhelming golden blood energy, nor the familiar surging combat power of a Holy Body. It simply didn't match.

The Half-Saint let out a clear roar. The sonic waves boomed, collapsing the void and trapping Ye Fan within a black hole. He said chillingly, "You ignorant ant, this ends now!"

He fully unleashed the Saint Realm laws. His entire body connected with tens of thousands of Dao wave traces, as if dragging ten thousand colossal mountains, causing heaven and earth to crumble under the pressure.

"This is a Saint's preliminary method, the strongest attack a Half-Saint, with one foot in this realm, can display!" "Saint Realm Laws!"

"Boom!" Blinding light intertwined between heaven and earth, constructing a brand-new order. This was a new world, in the process of creation, filled with endless primordial chaos.

In the very center, the Half-Saint stood alone as the sole sovereign. He moved his legs and swung his arms, and all things perished. He was creating a small world, intending to turn Ye Fan into dust.

Within this small world, he was the sole master of creation, like an immortal deity. His entire body glowed with divine radiance, suppressing Ye Fan.

A giant axe cleaved down, a thirty-three-layered Saint Pagoda suppressed from above, and the primordial bell of creation boomed...

Within this world, chaos surged, and various artifacts from the dawn of creation appeared. These were the crystallizations of the Half-Saint's lifelong efforts in refining. As he opened his small world, they merged with the Saint Realm laws and shot towards Ye Fan.

This was a terrifying sight!

"All beneath the Saint Realm are ants! In my eyes, you are nothing but a lowly bug. I'll send you on your way!" the Half-Saint roared.

"Boom!" Heaven and earth roared as the aura of creation permeated. Various ancient weapons crisscrossed, tearing apart this region of space, and the Half-Saint's chains of order pierced through every inch of it.

People were stunned. This was utterly unresistible. The Saint Realm separated "Saint" and "human," a chasm of difference. Such an existence was unbeatable; Ye Fan was certainly doomed.

"Roar..." Ye Fan let out a long cry. Holding his dark-gold spear, he struck upwards through the chaotic energy towards the nine heavens and thrust downwards towards the nine netherworlds, moving vertically and horizontally across heaven and earth, actually cleaving the chaos apart!

Every pore on his body absorbed vital essence. In that starry sky, all starlight cascaded down, pouring into his body like a waterfall from the Nine Heavens' Milky Way.

In a trance, his flesh, bones, and blood transformed into countless ancient stars. Star rivers glittered, massive stars soared, creating a magnificent spectacle!

Within his body, every drop of blood was an ancient star of life, with suns and moons revolving and vast starfields. They corresponded to the myriad stars in the firmament, exuding an aura of primordial vastness.

"Boom!" With a thunderous roar, Ye Fan swung his dark-gold spear, shattering the Half-Saint's small world. The black spear body, bathed in starlight, pierced through all obstacles.

His flesh and blood transformed into stars, his Dao bones into star rivers, evolving the primordial aura of all creation. His Dao circulated, supporting heaven and earth, encompassing all existence, containing the essence of the universe.

As Ye Fan wielded his long spear, star rivers immediately surged forth. He cultivated hundreds of scriptures into one furnace, containing ten thousand Daos within himself. At this moment, a single thrust of his spear seemed capable of impaling a star!

Ye Fan thrust his spear, sending the Half-Saint flying backward. Both the black shield and the blood lance shattered inch by inch. The Half-Saint vomited blood, utterly unable to resist.

The Half-Saint was utterly horrified. His small world was destroyed, his body pierced through, and his life force withered. This was unacceptable to him; a dignified Half-Saint had actually been defeated.

"Puff!" Within Ye Fan, his Dao bones transformed into star rivers, emanating brilliant light, faintly revealing individual life stars rotating. He thrust his spear into the Half-Saint's glabella, pinning him dead in the void.

"A Half-Saint is nothing more than this!" The cold words echoed in the high sky, rendering everything else beneath the starry heavens utterly silent.