Chapter 1100: Slaughtering the Saint Support!

Hortan spat out a mouthful of blood foam and struggled to his feet. The last blow had sent him flying a hundred zhang, and his entire spine felt broken, leaving him utterly exhausted and weak.

He chanted scriptures, his joints cracking loudly as he forcefully channeled divine power to heal his injuries. Streams of vital energy rose from him, and his body shimmered with a glow.

In that instant alone, he had consumed hundreds of years of his lifespan, for using secret healing techniques in this forbidden zone came at an immense cost.

Within the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, one's cultivation could only barely be stirred. To truly heal his fundamental essence, the amount of vital blood he expended was far less than what the forbidden zone devoured.

"Human Sacred Body, do you wish to perish with me?" Hortan said with a grim expression. "Even if you injure me, you won't survive yourself."

"You die, I live. There's nothing more to say. Surrender!" Ye Fan launched a new round of attacks. Time was life, and he could not afford to delay here.

The dark-golden spear traced a dark gleam, like an ink dragon soaring, transforming into a living entity. Its sharp tip pierced through all obstructions, aiming directly for Hortan's glabella.

"Since I became a Saint, I have never endured such a great humiliation as today, with my disciples killed one after another. If I cannot make you my blood sacrifice, what honor do I have left? Die, you ant!"

Hortan fought desperately, the Dao sounds within him resonating continuously. He forcibly drew on Saint power and circulated his cultivation, even at the cost of a portion of his life essence.

However, the effect was poor. The Life Forbidden Zone suppressed all laws and Dao marks, stripping cultivators of their lifespan. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face ashen.

"Clang!"

The spear in Ye Fan's hand almost touched Hortan's glabella. Hortan turned sideways, evading the sharp tip, and forcefully spat out a divine light from his mouth, causing the heavens and earth to crack open. Ye Fan retreated like a golden bolt of lightning.

After this confrontation, Hortan's expression grew dim, and wrinkles appeared on his face. The power of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone was manifesting, proving unbearable even for a Saint.

Similarly, although Ye Fan wore the Origin Heaven Divine Garment, his face gradually lost its luster, and a few white strands appeared in his dark hair. His life was draining away.

The two fought intensely. Time was life, and each wanted to finish off the other at their peak. One was a true Saint, and the other was a Human Sacred Body, both possessing physical and bloodline strength to the extreme.

Neither could fully display their cultivation, and secret techniques were impossible to use. The occasional burst of magical power, once or twice, was not enough to pose a fatal threat.

Close-quarters combat was the primary method!

Their speed was immense. From the start until now, less than a quarter of an hour had passed, meaning not much time had elapsed, yet wrinkles had appeared on both their faces.

"Kill!"

The two engaged in a life-and-death struggle, fighting to the bitter end!

Ye Fan wielded the dark-golden spear with peerless skill, knocking Hortan flying four times and piercing his body twice, leaving crimson marks. This was the blood of a Saint!

Blood spilled from Hortan's lips, his expression grim. Though he said nothing, his gaze was like daggers. He struggled to fight his way out of the forbidden zone, vowing to torture Ye Fan tenfold if he escaped.

"Human Sacred Body, you'd better pray that I don't escape this place, or else you'll know what's coming!" Hortan's expression was savage, as a new bloody gash appeared on his body.

"You won't get the chance!" The spear in Ye Fan's hand moved with the ferocity of a storm, transforming into a sheet of dark light that engulfed everything ahead. Having fought to this point, he would absolutely not let this person go.

Ye Fan used the black spear to hack, slash, and thrust simultaneously. It served as a spear, a saber, and a staff, offering endless attack possibilities.

Hortan was covered in wounds. In the most severe instance, his heart was nearly pierced, and blood gushed out.

"Summon the Ancestor, grant me the Dao Seal!"

Hortan cried out. For him, a Saint, to have his life threatened by Ye Fan was a humiliation. He retaliated with desperation!

Threads of Dao marks intertwined on his glabella. He painstakingly activated a secret technique, intending to unleash a powerful strike!

"Boom!"

The vital energy within him boiled, transforming into wisps of demonic patterns that appeared on his skin. Blood seeped from all his pores as he gathered the momentum of heaven and earth, exuding faint Saintly might.

"Clang," "Clang"...

He parried the dark-golden spear with his bare hands, displaying astonishing strength and finally radiating the unique majesty of a Saint. However, his body was rapidly aging.

Even Ye Fan's tiger's mouth cracked, and his stone armor shattered inch by inch, falling to the ground. His true body was now fully exposed in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, suffering the ravages of time.

"I am a Saint! Let's see what you can use to fight me!" Hortan roared grimly, pressing forward with increasingly fierce attacks.

Unfortunately, secret techniques still could not be cast. This only caused his physical body to emit a Saintly glow and made his flesh and blood several times stronger.

"How much longer can you last?" Ye Fan stared at Hortan's wrinkling skin and said coldly.

"If I fall, you won't be able to withstand the power of the Desolate either. You'll perish here and turn into a pile of dust!" Hortan said cruelly, refusing to believe Ye Fan would truly perish with him.

After another clash, Hortan finally could no longer continuously channel his vital energy. His body dimmed, his wrinkles deepened, and he stumbled. Since the battle began, he had lost at least a thousand years of his lifespan.

In the distance, a purple light flashed. Hortan was overjoyed. He abandoned Ye Fan and rushed toward it.

On the ground was a two-thousand-year-old purple-gold lotus, shimmering with brilliant purple light, two feet tall, and exuding a rich fragrance. Hortan snatched it and devoured it fiercely. His vital essence was severely depleted, and rare ancient herbs, excellent for replenishing life potential, were occasionally found on the ground.

Ye Fan did not stop him. Calmly, he took out a jade bottle and gulped down its contents. This was divine liquid from the Immortal Ascension Pond, remarkably effective at replenishing vital essence.

"You..."

Hortan was greatly alarmed. Seeing this, he immediately lunged forward to seize the jade bottle, realizing that if this continued, he would certainly be exhausted to death.

Ye Fan put away the jade bottle and continued battling him. Full of vigor, his vital energy surged, and his attacks became even more ferocious.

"Puff!"

Hortan grew desperate. He actually used his body to take Ye Fan's spear strike, letting it pierce his chest and abdomen, then spat a trail of blood toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan shook the spear forcefully. The dark-golden spear passed through Hortan's chest and abdomen and burst out, not falling into the enemy's hands.

He retreated. Although he had lost the dark-golden spear, his expression remained calm, devoid of any fear. His fists glowed, and faint lightning and thunder crackled around them—a sign of his blood boiling.

"Kill!"

The two charged at each other, fighting for their lives, clashing physically in a final, deadly struggle.

Hundreds of thousands of blows were exchanged. A golden figure and a purple light intertwined, with blood splashing occasionally. If word got out that Ye Fan, still in the Dao Slaying realm, was fighting a Saint-level Ancient King, it would surely shock the world.

In the blink of an eye, half a quarter of an hour had passed since entering the Life Forbidden Zone. Ye Fan finally showed a hint of worry. He could not delay any longer; there was no time to hold out.

From that moment on, his attacks became even more ferocious. His black hair streamed, and his golden fists struck with thunderous roars, like intertwining bolts of lightning. They landed on Hortan's body, causing blood to spurt and bones to crack incessantly.

"Ah..."

Hortan cried out loudly. One of his arms was twisted. In close combat, he was no match for the various techniques Ye Fan had developed from the Saint Battle Art, putting him at a disadvantage. His arm bone snapped.

"Kill!"

With a soft cry, Ye Fan struck with his palms and fingers hundreds of times, then tugged forcefully. Hortan's left arm snapped, blood gushing out in torrents, exposing stark white bone fragments.

"Ah..."

Hortan roared, never having imagined such a day would come. He had become a Saint, yet a Dao Slaying cultivator had literally broken his arm, inflicting such severe injury.

Ye Fan swiftly retreated, avoiding the bloody impact. He had forcibly broken off a Saint's arm, throwing it to the ground where it stained the grass crimson.

Hortan was like a wounded beast, his eyes blood-red. Though he had lost an arm, he became extremely dangerous, transforming into a purple light and lunging at Ye Fan.

A life-and-death battle unfolded once more!

Ye Fan calmed himself, avoiding Hortan's sharpest attacks and striking at his weaknesses. His body moved like a flood dragon, leaping and soaring, at times like a great roc spreading its wings, at others like a true dragon emerging from the sea. He unleashed both fists, stirring up wind and thunder, lightning and crackling electricity. For pure physical strength to be displayed to such an extent within the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone was truly defying the heavens.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan unleashed a Six Paths Samsara Fist. No golden light burst forth, but an invincible fist intent was contained within. It struck Hortan's sternum, producing the sound of breaking bones. His entire ribcage caved in, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood.

The tide had turned! Hortan knew he was in grave danger, unable to reverse the defeat. There was no returning from this.

"I am an Ancient Saint! You want to slay a Saint and become renowned throughout the world? Impossible! I won't let you have your way; I'll drag you down with me at the very least!" Hortan roared.

He could imagine what a huge stir it would cause if Ye Fan slew him. Ye Fan would surely go down in cultivation history! As for him, the vanquished, he would merely highlight the young man's achievements, also entering historical records as a pathetic foil.

One would be renowned through the ages, while the other would become a stepping stone, a negative example. The mere thought made his vital energy unstable, as if his body might explode.

"Swoosh!"

A flash of light appeared between his brows. He was actually attempting to forcefully use powerful divine sense, a small purple figure trying to burst from his forehead.

"Ah..."

Hortan shrieked. As his primordial spirit appeared, cracks immediately formed on it. The small purple figure screamed tragically but still flew towards Ye Fan. This might be his only means of killing Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was decisive. From behind his back, he drew a plain, unadorned wooden staff, resembling both a sword and a mace. Holding it with both hands, he chopped down at Hortan's primordial spirit.

"Thud!"

The small purple figure could not evade. One-third of it was instantly shattered, emitting a tragic shriek as it fractured and rushed back into the physical body's forehead.

How could Ye Fan miss such an opportunity? Wielding the God-Striking Whip, he closed the distance in strides of dozens of meters. With a *thud*, he struck Hortan's forehead, almost shattering his skull and leaving large cracks.

It must be said that a Saint's physical body was truly robust; an ordinary person would have long since turned to dust!

Hortan suffered severe injuries, his body staggered, and he retreated rapidly. However, Ye Fan's Six Paths Samsara Fist arrived again, sending him flying a hundred zhang. Before he could land, Ye Fan caught up to him once more.

"Thud!"

Ye Fan grabbed his remaining right arm and twisted it forcefully. With a *crack*, the bone snapped, and blood gushed out. Hortan completely lost any chance to turn the tide of battle, as his right arm was also torn off.

Slaying a Saint!

It was about to happen; no one could stop it. Ye Fan discarded the bloody arm, swung his right leg high, spun, and then kicked out with force.

"Thud!"

Hortan shrieked. His spine snapped, and his upper body was almost pulverized. Flesh and blood splattered as he flew several hundred zhang, unable to move a muscle.

The power of Desolation surged, and his flesh and blood withered. He could no longer resist or struggle.

Ye Fan picked up the dark-golden spear and, with a *thud*, pierced his body, lifting him up. With his left hand, he held the God-Striking Whip and struck Hortan's forehead.

"Bang!"

Blood rained down. Hortan's primordial spirit was jolted out, and over half of it was instantly chipped away. Without the protection of his physical body in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, the small purple figure was on the verge of withering and dying immediately.

"The Saint will be slain today!" Ye Fan said coldly.

He could not stay long in this place. Carrying Hortan, he swiftly rushed out of the forbidden zone, destroying his physical vitality and grinding away his primordial spirit along the way, fearing a backlash.

Soon after, the edge of the forbidden zone was in sight. Ye Fan stopped. With a shake of the dark-golden spear in his right hand, Hortan's body instantly developed countless cracks!

And his primordial spirit, the small purple figure, was almost completely obliterated by the God-Striking Whip, leaving only a faint glow.

Hortan laughed tragically. His lifelong cultivation was utterly destroyed. Even if he escaped, he was finished. His primordial spirit, the most precious part, was nearly extinguished, now no larger than a pea!

"Human Sacred Body, do you truly think you can slay a Saint? Die with me!" At this moment, he completely let go. He was going to perish anyway, so what was there to fear?

His primordial spirit reintegrated into his physical body. His entire being began to glow, as if it was about to disintegrate, burning his Saintly flesh and blood to slowly wear away Ye Fan until he died.

At this moment, Ye Fan made a few quick movements. He threw the dark-golden spear and the God-Striking Whip out of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone. He even went so far as to tear open his own body to retrieve the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron and cast it outside the forbidden zone as well.

Then, without any hesitation, he charged at Hortan, golden blood flowing from him, his fists emitting dazzling light!

"Boom!"

He shattered Hortan's body with a single punch, letting the Saint's blood splatter onto him. His own body suffered dreadful wounds as a result, but he showed no concern.

"It's useless! Today, you'll die with me, turning to ashes together!" Hortan laughed maniacally. The fire of his primordial spirit was about to extinguish, and he intended to drag Ye Fan down with him.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan roared, a single shout shaking mountains and rivers. Covered in Saint's blood, he unleashed punch after punch, breaking Hortan apart. Golden lightning intertwined between his fists!

This was a fierce, overbearing power, literally pulverizing a Saint. Flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, along with glistening white bone fragments stained with blood.

"What good will this do? You can't change the outcome! I'm dragging you to hell with me!" All the flesh and blood squirmed, exuding terrifying power, burning fiercely and engulfing Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. With the slaying of a Saint imminent, even with danger upon him, he remained exceptionally calm at this moment, uttering only two words: "Pathetic!"

"I am pathetic, but you're no better off! This is a Saint's flame forged from life itself. Even if you escape the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, it will burn your body and spirit to ashes. Die with me!" Hortan screamed madly.

"Pathetic. Even now, you don't understand. Go to your death alone!" Ye Fan threw a punch, golden lightning interweaving, causing all the burning flesh and blood to blaze even more fiercely, scattering in all directions.

At this moment, Ye Fan's hair was white as snow, his face aged. He stood firm in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, letting the years erode him and the Saint's flame engulf him. He stood alone in the mortal world, his expression serene and calm, his body slowly fading.

"You... What's going on?!" Hortan finally noticed the anomaly, crying out in a mix of shock and rage.

"One Qi Transforms Into Three Pure Ones, equivalent to my true body. But why would my true self accompany you into this dead end..." Ye Fan's figure faded, his expression indifferent and utterly serene.

"That's..." Hortan roared in fury, looking into the distance.

Outside the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, another Ye Fan stood calmly. He collected the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, the God-Striking Whip, and the dark-golden spear. Dressed in a purple robe fluttering in the wind, he stood alone in the world, his black hair loose, his eyes deep, quietly observing the scene.

"Ah... I won't accept this!" Hortan cried out, filled with maddening hatred, but powerless to change his fate!