Chapter 1111: Holy Body Arrogance

## Chapter 1112: The Arrogant Sacred Body

Ye Fan's golden fist shattered seven or eight of Xuan Tuo's breastbones. Several large chunks of flesh flew out, and a rain of azure blood fell, continuously echoing within the heavenly tribulation with an eerie glow.

“Ah…” Xuan Tuo was in agony, pain piercing him to the bone. His chest was ripped open, several bones missing, and blood gushed from the wounds, covering his entire body in azure stains. Hair disheveled, he shrieked in heart-wrenching pain.

He had only recently achieved sainthood and hadn't yet had the chance to experience the feeling of supremacy, of looking down upon all beings. Today, his breastbone was shattered by a Dao Slayer, a fatal blow that nearly shattered his invincible will to cultivate.

“You Blood Moon Race are an abomination to both gods and men! You cast wine cups from the skulls of our human ancestors. Today, I'll collect some interest on that blood debt!” Ye Fan, bathed in the heavenly punishment, with countless rays of tribulation light and chaotic lightning interwoven around him, raised his fist and charged forward again.

It was still the Six Paths Samsara Fist, fearlessly advancing. Embodying the spirit of "who else but me," his heart held an invincible conviction, a will to strike throughout the three thousand realms and sever the nine heavens.

His golden fist swung, unleashing a mighty wind. Ye Fan moved like a fleeting light, sweeping from one end of the sky to the other, bringing with him ten thousand bolts of heavenly tribulation lightning. With a forceful 'thud,' he struck down.

Blood splattered as Xuan Tuo screamed. This time, both his shoulders exploded simultaneously, his arms shattering into dozens of gleaming white bone fragments, sending flesh flying in all directions. His entire body was drenched in azure blood.

An ocean of lightning struck down, encompassing every kind of tribulation light: from the Nine Kings Grand Heavenly Tribulation to Five Elements Lightning, and then the Sea of Chaotic Thunder... everything imaginable. Xuan Tuo's plight grew even more miserable; wisps of azure smoke rose from his body, and the scent of roasting flesh filled the air.

He was once a saint, transcendent above all beings, looking down upon the mortal world. How could such a tragic fate befall him? He had lost every shred of a saint's prestige.

The vast heavenly tribulation completely enveloped the events in a shroud of lightning, so outsiders had no idea of the outcome within.

“Human Sacred Body…” Xuan Tuo roared, his eyes filled with venom. His first battle as a saint had been so devastating; he was so enraged his liver felt like it was burning.

“You claimed that in ancient times, you raised our human ancestors as livestock, as your blood-food. Today, I'll beat you until you explode, making you even less than livestock!” Ye Fan roared, standing firm amidst the heavenly tribulation, his hair wildly flying, looking like a demon god.

He allowed the chaotic light to descend, baptizing his tall, powerful physique. His entire body shimmered with an inner glow. Although his skin would occasionally tear and flesh would split, it was never a major issue; with the activation of the "Zhe" character secret art, his injuries would quickly heal.

Over the years, he had frequently undergone heavenly tribulations, accumulating vast experience. By now, lightning punishment could rarely inflict serious harm upon him.

“Ah…” Xuan Tuo shrieked, consumed by rage. His grandfather had been killed, and now a mere Dao Slayer dared to treat him this way, making him grind his teeth until they nearly shattered.

He knew that today was ill-fated. Besides the old saint who had instantly obliterated his grandfather with a single punch, even the Killer Saint alone was enough to guarantee his demise.

Rather than being killed eventually, it was better to fight a dignified battle. If he could eliminate the Human Sacred Body, it would at least be taking someone down with him. Despite the excruciating pain in his primordial spirit, he desperately tried to raise his cultivation and repair his body.

“Boom!” Ye Fan flew in. Even before he reached Xuan Tuo, the heavenly tribulation descended, and the might of his fist was immense. Xuan Tuo was so shaken by the fierce winds and the tribulation that he couldn't stand steadily, almost being flung sideways.

“This is…” He paled in terror. The effect of the God Transformation Blade was far more terrifying than he had imagined; though it struck his waist, it injured his primordial spirit. His glabella split open, and black blood flowed. At that moment, he found it impossible to gather strength, almost tumbling to the ground.

“Puff!” Ye Fan's swift and powerful punch landed, infused with all his saintly power and surging essence. It struck Xuan Tuo's chin, sending teeth mixed with azure blood flying hundreds of feet, where they were annihilated by the tribulation light.

“Crack!” The very next moment, Xuan Tuo's jawbone shattered and detached, sending blood splattering everywhere—a truly horrific sight.

The outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt!

At this stage of the battle, Xuan Tuo's death was inevitable, as no one would intervene. Miracles do exist, but they are called miracles precisely because they are extremely rare.

“Puff!” With a single punch, Ye Fan blasted Xuan Tuo's head apart. White brain matter and blood splattered ten feet high as chaotic thunder light descended, completely incinerating his body until not a single speck of residue remained.

“Ah…” Xuan Tuo's primordial spirit flickered erratically, overwhelmed by a torrent of terror, rage, panic, and despair.

A streak of black light flashed as the Killer Saint Qi Luo made his move. His jet-black long blade swept across, cleaving Xuan Tuo's primordial spirit into dust.

The God Transformation Blade was a terrifying holy artifact, whose forging methods had been passed down since ancient times, yet few had ever successfully crafted it. For Qi Luo, a Killer Saint, wielding such a demonic blade was like a tiger gaining wings.

With a flash of shadow, Qi Luo vanished into the void, just like the old saint Wei Yi, ceasing his attack. Both of them bore heaven-deceiving array patterns carved from the trunk of an ancient Dao-enlightenment tea tree, allowing them to move freely within the heavenly tribulation without being pursued by the lightning.

“The Blood Moon King, the head of his race, is dead. I might as well go in and flatten their stronghold while I'm at it,” Ye Fan muttered to himself.

From his glabella, a small golden figure stepped forth, letting out a clear whistle before beginning to voraciously absorb the lightning from the sky. Simultaneously, his cauldron also emerged, hovering above the golden figure's head. It appeared to be only an inch tall, yet its true weight was immeasurable.

This was because, not long ago in the Bronze Immortal Palace, he had absorbed an ocean of primordial qi, integrating it into the cauldron, thereby vastly increasing its grade and potential.

Such an immense quantity of primordial qi, if unleashed, would be enough to shake the entire Ancient Barren. Any item forged from it would undoubtedly be a great artifact!

Setting everything else aside, its sheer weight alone was enough to crush Dao Slayers to death. Had it not already been refined by Ye Fan, even with his formidable bloodline physique, he would have found it impossible to lift.

Now, that one-inch cauldron was truly countless times heavier than Mount Tai, a "great artifact" rarely seen throughout the ages!

“Was this something the Ruthless Emperor prepared back then to shatter Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons?” Ye Fan murmured to himself.

His physical body, the small golden figure, and the one-inch cauldron formed a mysterious, harmonious, and unified connection, as if they were naturally one entity.

His physical body was crystal clear, every inch appearing to be forged from glazed divine gold, without the slightest impurity. After being immersed in the strongest bloodline evolution fluid, his physique had become even more formidable, enough to rival ancient saints.

The small golden figure had also grown considerably; the mysterious mineral further promoted its development. Faintly, it emitted ten thousand golden rays, resembling an incomparably majestic immortal king sitting in meditation.

The cauldron pulsed with divine radiance, furiously devouring all sorts of chaotic light from the heavenly tribulation, absorbing them within and imprinting them onto its walls, thus becoming ever more profound.

The heavenly tribulation was formidable, but for Ye Fan, as long as it wasn't an abnormal scenario where ancient great emperors collectively attacked him, he could handle it, using it to temper his golden body and gain deeper insights into his own Dao.

Golden light dappled Ye Fan, making even his hair crystalline. As his eyes opened and closed, they shot forth ten thousand feet of divine light, his entire body radiating brilliance, surpassing even the Vajra Indestructible Body of Buddhism.

As a pair of siblings from the Eternal Domain had stated, he might possess one of the universe's strongest physiques. If he consistently had access to evolution fluid to refine his golden body, he would surely unlock his full potential.

“Indestructible golden body, forged a thousand times, divine nature immortal, forge my Grand Dao!” Ye Fan's mind was clear and empty, devoid of self and external distractions. Every heavenly tribulation was a rare baptism, a sublimation for both his physical body and his spiritual sense.

Ye Fan's physical body, the small golden figure, and the one-inch cauldron together ascended into the skies above Blood Moon Ridge. Various tribulation lights then descended like a deluge, completely submerging the area below.

This was one of the most notorious royal clans among the ancient races, possessing immense overall strength. Even with the Blood Moon King's death, ancestral kings would succeed him. Though no ancient saint was currently overseeing them, their retreat remained orderly.

The Blood Moon King had entered the lightning tribulation and never emerged, so they knew something major had likely happened.

“Blood Moon Race, you who enslaved our human ancestors, let your ancestral land be utterly destroyed by me!” Ye Fan roared, standing resolute amidst the lightning.

On this day, the Northern Region was profoundly shaken. The Human Sacred Body had inexplicably appeared, invaded Blood Moon Ridge, and was undergoing tribulation there—an act of extreme arrogance.

What was even more shocking was the outcome of this engagement: the Blood Moon King was dead, Xuan Tuo had been slain, and the Blood Moon Race's ancestral land was scorched earth, almost completely obliterated except for areas protected by ancient Great Saint formations.

“That was a notoriously fierce Saint King; how could he have just perished like that? Even if the Human Sacred Body's heavenly tribulation was terrifying, it shouldn't have been able to defeat him!”

The entire Northern Region was thrown into chaos, and the ancient races were in an uproar. The Blood Moon King's death was somewhat ambiguous; people simply didn't believe he had been struck down by the heavenly tribulation.

Someone suggested that an ancient human saint had intervened, and it must have been one far more powerful than the Blood Moon King!

Many people unanimously believed this, asking how else such an event could have transpired. Undercurrents surged, suggesting this incident might escalate into a major upheaval, likely leading to a grand war among ancient saints!

This caused a massive stir!

In recent days, the Ten Great Royal Clans had secretly united and issued a bounty to eliminate the Human Sacred Body. Anyone who learned of it was shocked, and the whole world watched, believing he had no chance of survival.

However, Ye Fan's actions defied all expectations. Far from fearing or retreating, he instead intruded into Blood Moon Ridge, unleashed a brutal killing spree, and eliminated the Blood Moon King.

This was a resounding slap in the face!

The ancient races had disregarded conventions by secretly making their move, but Ye Fan, in turn, defied all norms, causing such a catastrophic event that resulted in heavy losses for a major royal clan.

“The Human Sacred Body is truly insane, with superhuman courage! He eliminated the Blood Moon King—what else is he not daring enough to do?”

“That was a solid slap! How can the radical factions of the ancient races possibly maintain their dignity after this? A single Sacred Body dares to challenge the Ten Great Royal Clans alone!”

Everyone across the land was somewhat stunned, utterly astonished by this outcome.

And among the most radical of the Ten Great Royal Clans, many were utterly dumbfounded, having never expected Ye Fan to possess such a "fiery temper" and be even more arrogant than them.

“Ancient human saints, you are declaring war! How dare you secretly assassinate the head of a major royal clan? Do you wish to turn the entire Eastern Wasteland into mountains of corpses?”

A Saint King from the ancient races leaped forth, roaring loudly, his voice echoing across the many mountains and rivers of the Northern Region, imbued with vast saintly might.

“Blood Moon Race, Azure Ghost Race, Purple Lightning Race… you’ve shown yourselves utterly shameless, disregarding all rules, yet you have the gall to leap out like cats whose tails have been stepped on! If you're truly capable, come try to kill me again. I'll destroy a few more of your clan leaders!”

Ye Fan's response was audacious to the extreme. He explicitly named the most radical among the Ten Great Royal Clans, loudly berating them and issuing a powerful challenge, utterly fearless.

On this day, Gai Jiuyou appeared in the Northern Region Divine City, spoke only a few weak words, and then withdrew.

“The Blood Moon Race brought this entirely upon themselves. This old man has little lifespan left, but if any great clan insists on insulting the human race, I will risk depleting my life force to destroy a great imperial clan or slaughter dozens of royal clans.”

Even these few words, however, carried immense power, greatly shaking the ancient races and terrifying many major clans, leaving some clan leaders incredibly nervous!