Chapter 1143: Great Slaughter

“Ah-woo...” Duoluo only managed a short, sharp shriek before his head flew off. Blood splattered, and his face retained an expression of terror. He hadn't expected Ye Fan to actually strike, without a hint of hesitation or doubt, decisively and completely.

His headless body toppled forward, lying in a pool of blood, a wretched sight. He had been killed just like that.

His head flew off at an angle, gushing blood as it went, the expression of terror on his face frozen, filled with disbelief.

“No!” His primordial spirit flickered within his skull, desperate to escape, screaming, shouting, and wailing in extreme fear.

The old woman nearby was equally shocked. This was the Pure Land of Heaven, and Duoluo was an extraordinary outsider, a distant cousin of Fan Xian, possessing boundless potential. Yet, his head had been severed.

She immediately summoned her black mech, entered it, and frantically attacked Ye Fan, trying to stop his next move. However, it was already too late.

Ye Fan’s golden finger vibrated, striking the flying, blood-stained head, causing it to explode instantly, scattering blood and brain matter. The panicked primordial spirit, losing its anchor, appeared briefly only to be instantly torn apart by the single finger, letting out a horrific scream before dying on the spot.

“You killed Young Master Duoluo! How dare you! You will pay a bloody price, a life for a life, blood for blood!” The old woman went mad. She could not escape responsibility for what had happened.

Ye Fan was swift and decisive. The moment he finished off Duoluo, he immediately retrieved the dilapidated mech belonging to the Shadow Guest, entered it, and began battling the old woman.

This was an ancient saint-level war machine, extremely expensive to build. Even top-tier major powers possessed very few of them, as forging one required unimaginable costs; the materials alone could bankrupt a family.

“Bang!”

One of Ye Fan's mechanical arms, emitting smoke and flickering with Dao runes, directly clashed with the old woman’s hand. This was a dual test of close combat and magical power.

Although this mech was in tatters, it could still exert some power, enough to fight for a short time at least.

“Buzz!”

The Great Dao roared as the old woman, piloting the black mech, produced a dagger radiating dark light. The moment it sliced through the void, various Great Dao runes flashed, unleashing power as immense as a tsunami!

True ancient saint mechs were mysterious and powerful, controllable only by the direct descendants of various lords. They were incredibly terrifying. Though made of metal, they could unleash saintly power because they were inscribed with some of the most complex and enigmatic ancient divine runes.

One of Ye Fan’s mechanical arms was severed. This dilapidated mech was outmatched; it had no weapons, and most of its Great Dao runes were destroyed, sharply reducing its defense.

“Boy, go to hell! I’ll use your blood to sacrifice for Young Master Duoluo!” The old woman’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred, as she yearned to tear him apart immediately.

“Old hag, last time you tried to kill me and steal the third-stage evolution fluid. Today, I’ll take revenge for both and send you on your way.” Ye Fan dodged. Although his mech was outmatched, it could still unleash saintly power and hold out for a while.

“Clang!”

Using his only remaining mechanical arm, Ye Fan swept horizontally, striking the black mech’s chest, forcing it back several steps. He then followed up with heavy blows, launching a fierce counterattack.

Great Dao runes flashed. While the clash of saint-level magical power was secondary, close-quarters combat was the main focus. Ye Fan attacked continuously, specifically targeting several weak points of the black mech, aiming to break its defenses.

The old woman let out a strange shriek, calling for reinforcements to trap Ye Fan and prevent his escape, because she found the young man too difficult to deal with, capable of fighting her even in a dilapidated mech.

“Clank!”

Ye Fan’s mech was close to falling apart, emitting wisps of smoke as if it were about to explode. Due to continuous high-intensity combat, it was already on the verge of disintegration, and now it was even worse.

“Boy, you’re finished!” The old woman, bloodthirsty, licked her lips and uttered a venomous sound, bringing her dagger down.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, Ye Fan’s dilapidated mech’s right leg swung high and exploded as it swept towards the enemy, emitting a dazzling light that blasted a large hole in the black mech’s chest.

All of this was intentional on Ye Fan’s part, using the explosive power of a saint-level mech to heavily wound the enemy. The old woman’s face changed color instantly; it was like a saint artifact exploding, inflicting severe impact upon her.

Various Great Dao runes flickered, and the black mech’s luster significantly dimmed. She stumbled backward, almost thrown out of the mech.

However, the explosions didn’t stop; another one rang out. This was no ordinary explosion; it was a terrifying wave unleashed when Great Dao runes were destroyed, capable of slaying peerless masters.

“Ah…” The old woman shrieked, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, Ye Fan’s dilapidated mech was almost completely destroyed, shattered into pieces. He burst out of it, launching himself directly at the black mech.

Before the old woman could regain her composure, he charged into the large hole in the black mech’s chest, using black arrows for protection, defending against the saintly rune wave attacks.

“Boy, you…” The old woman grimaced, not expecting Ye Fan to be so ferocious, able to close in on her like that.

“Old hag, I’ll send you on your way!” Ye Fan was ruthless. He extended a golden palm, grabbed her by the neck, and lifted her up directly.

Even as powerful as the old woman, who had reached the Half-Saint realm, she was no match. At such close range, no one could contend with the Indestructible Golden Body. Her eyes filled with venomous hatred, she struggled violently.

However, the outcome was inevitable. To have the Human Sacred Body close in on you was an absolute nightmare!

“Pfft!”

Ye Fan ripped her head off, blood spurting high. He then shattered her primordial spirit and threw all the flesh, blood, and bone fragments out of the mech.

“Who is causing trouble in the Pure Land?” People from afar discovered the tragedy, and many flew over.

Especially from a nearby manor, which was Duoluo’s residence with his subordinates; the old woman’s earlier cry for help had already alerted those inside.

A fierce glint flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes. Seeing a group of people closing in on him, he strode into the manor in the black mech and began a massacre.

Immediately, flesh and blood splattered, severed limbs flew, and bone fragments stained with blood shot through the air. It was a terrifying slaughter.

How could this group stop Ye Fan? They couldn't kill him; instead, they were cut down, scattering instantly and fleeing in all directions.

Ye Fan’s expression was grim. Time was limited, and he couldn't delay too long. He tore open the void and charged straight into the distance, seeking out Cao Qing to settle scores.

This person was dark and ruthless, having targeted him multiple times. This time, he had even gone so far as to hire the Shadow Guest at all costs to slaughter him and take his precious blood, which truly enraged Ye Fan.

In a scenic, picturesque mountain forest stood several magnificent and beautiful palaces.

The grey-robed elder said, “That outsider truly has some skill, to be able to retreat silently from the Pure Land. However, this time, he has finally reached his end. The Shadow Guest’s tracking technique is almost unrivaled in the world; he has most likely lost his life by now.”

“I don’t care about anything else. I only care if his golden blood can be brought back,” Cao Qing said with an icy, statuesque expression.

“There should be no problem,” the old servant replied.

Suddenly, an explosion echoed through the mountain forest. A palace was shattered, and a seven-zhang-tall black-gold mech appeared, wielding a dagger and striking towards them.

“It’s… he actually came back alive!” Two cold lights shot from the grey-robed old servant’s eyes.

His entire body was covered in a layer of ice flowers, and a heavy snowfall began to swirl, clanging metallically. An eight-zhang-tall blue mech appeared, and he entered it, quickly completing his armament.

This mech was incredibly powerful. Its entire body shimmered with a pale blue metallic luster, and its lines were incredibly sleek. It was clearly a formidable war machine, much stronger than Ye Fan’s black mech.

“Young Master, please leave here first. I will slowly torture him to death,” the old servant’s voice was chilling.

“Strip his Indestructible Golden Blood from him! I want to step on his corpse and bones to evolve into the strongest body!” Cao Qing’s voice was grim, and he departed decisively.

“Old hag, Cao Qing, none of you will escape!” Ye Fan raised his hand, unleashing a massive beam of light towards Cao Qing’s direction.

The grey-robed old servant reacted swiftly, piloting the eight-zhang-tall pale blue metal mech to instantly shift sideways, erecting a light barrier that blocked the attack.

“Boy, you’ve run and run, but this time you’ve delivered your golden divine blood right to our doorstep. You’re dead!” The old servant sneered.

“Whoosh!”

Ye Fan said nothing, his face grim. The black dagger in his hand cut through the air, emitting a dark light, with saintly marks filling the sky and magical power rapidly spreading.

“Clang!”

A grimace touched the old servant’s lips as he held a Blue Demon Blade, clashing it with the black dagger, instantly severing it.

Ye Fan was startled. Although both were ancient mechs, the opponent’s model was clearly incredibly rare and much more powerful, a super war machine that far surpassed his own.

“Boy, offer up your precious blood and die!” The old servant lunged. This mech excelled in both magical power fluctuations and durability.

“Wham!”

Ye Fan blocked with his black iron arm, but it instantly deformed, dented significantly by the pale blue mech. It was inferior in both magical power and structural integrity.

In the subsequent confrontation, the black mech suffered continuous heavy damage. Ye Fan was inwardly startled, realizing it was necessary to seize this ancient saint mech; it was a rare war treasure.

Many parts of the black mech were dented and pitted, and numerous runes were destroyed. It was utterly defeated in both magical power and close combat.

The pale blue mech piloted by the old servant was slender and powerful, possessing a sense of both beauty and might. It was exceptionally strong, and its magical attacks almost destroyed all the Great Dao runes on Ye Fan’s mech.

“Rumble!”

Moreover, crucially, the Blue Demon Blade in his hand was terrifying, nearly cleaving Ye Fan’s mech in half. Sparks flew, lightning danced, and cracking sounds reverberated.

Ye Fan, piloting the black mech, shot out like a leopard. Its back was almost disintegrated, on the verge of falling apart. The black mech was significantly inferior to the super saint-level mech.

Even inside the war machine, he nearly succumbed to the overwhelming saint-level magical power, his face changing color.

Ye Fan reached deep into the mountains, his target Cao Qing, as he sensed that Cao Qing hadn't gone too far. Thus, he temporarily shook off the pale blue mech and pursued him.

“Bang!”

One of Ye Fan’s mech arms was severed by the Blue Demon Blade, its Dao runes shattering. A storm of lightning surged, leveling an entire mountain range.

It was at this moment that he discovered Cao Qing, merged with the void, hidden in the sky. Others would have been utterly unable to detect him, but Ye Fan had cultivated the Heavenly Court’s secret techniques, making his assassination skills rarely matched in the world.

“Pfft!”

Ye Fan struck, and Great Dao ripples spread, shattering the sky.

“No, Young Master!” The old servant detected Ye Fan’s malicious intent and quickly tried to intervene, deploying a pale blue light barrier to stabilize the area. But it was ultimately too late.

In the sky, Cao Qing coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his body mangled and nearly reduced to a pulp. Countless secret treasures on him were destroyed, yet he had managed to block that wisp of saintly power.

“Kill him! Slaughter him!” Cao Qing raged, his expression grim, as he rapidly fled into the distance.

The grey-robed old servant let out a long howl, piloting the pale blue mech and pushing its various capabilities to the extreme, almost dismembering Ye Fan’s mech and quickly reducing it to ruins.

“Boy, you’re finished!” The old servant sneered.

“Om!”

Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a great roar, using the black mech’s last saint-level Dao runes to unleash this soft chant.

Ancient saint mechs could unleash saintly combat power. Ye Fan used its supreme Dao marks to activate such a true mantra, catching the old servant off guard when he was relaxed and confident of victory. Like a demonic sound piercing his mind, it stunned him, making his consciousness chaotic and nearly collapsing.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan quickly attacked, unexpectedly charging directly at the pale blue mech like a falcon spreading its wings and soaring through the nine heavens, incredibly fierce.

He wasn’t acting like a moth to a flame, as he had long intended to use this strike. The pale blue mech’s Great Dao ripples were temporarily disrupted, and he used his Source Art to enter it.

Source Art was mysterious; with its supreme profundity, he could enter a Sacred Spirit Stone Embryo with his physical body, and now it had become even more profound, allowing him to easily and forcibly enter an ancient saint-level mech.

Before the old servant’s mind became dazed, Ye Fan naturally wouldn’t have dared, because of the terrifying saint-level magical power. But now it was different; it was temporarily chaotic and disrupted.

Even so, Ye Fan was taking a huge risk. If the old servant were to regain consciousness midway, the appearance of saintly Great Dao traces might crush him.

The main reason was that this mech was incredibly powerful, making him feel very tricky to deal with. Having faced danger several times, he had no choice but to take this risk. Moreover, he wanted to obtain this undamaged war machine, which would give him immense confidence and allow him to sweep through any region.

The result was smooth. Ye Fan used the “Om” heavenly sound emitted by the ancient saint mech, targeting the enemy’s consciousness, nearly shattering the old servant’s divine platform. He transformed into a golden lightning bolt, successfully entering the mech, a cruel, cold smile playing on his lips.

“You…” The grey-robed old servant finally woke up, terrified out of his wits. He had personally witnessed the terror of Ye Fan’s physical power.

“Old hag, didn’t you want my life?” Ye Fan taunted.

“No!” The grey-robed old servant shrieked, struggling fiercely.

However, the outcome was merciless. With a 'pfft', Ye Fan twisted his neck, and blood immediately gushed out.

Finally, a cold corpse was thrown out of the mech. Ye Fan took control, successfully acquiring this super ancient saint war machine.

“What’s happening? Who’s causing trouble?”

“Who dares to come to my Pure Land of Heaven and unleash a massacre!”

From all directions, countless people flew in, surrounding the mountain area. Many powerful cultivators appeared.

“It’s him! It’s actually this boy! Good, you’ve finally appeared! I will take your life to avenge my grandson!” Half-Saint Xuan Linfeng, piloting an ancient mech, laughed grimly.

In addition, Duoluo’s grandfather, who had been in seclusion, appeared. His expression was as dark as water, and upon learning that both his grandson and the old woman were dead, his eyes burned with fury.

A group of powerful individuals appeared, including members of the Heaven Brahma Clan, encircling Ye Fan.

Fan Xian also arrived, her legs swaying, pure and flawless, like a captivating serpent, devastatingly gorgeous. Beside her stood Cao Qing, his face cold, saying nothing.

Ye Fan, holding the Blue Demon Blade and piloting the mech, charged towards Cao Qing, intending to take his life.

“Ye Fan, what are you doing?” Fan Xian demanded.

“Killing him!” Ye Fan pointed the blade at Cao Qing.

“No! I will not allow you to be so brazen here, wantonly killing innocents. Stop him for me!” Fan Xian cried out, and a group of powerful cultivators moved to block his path.