Chapter 1200: Killing Saint

Chapter 1201: Slaying a Saint

A deafening, shrill sound tore through the air. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety silver divine arrows pierced the void, emanating monstrous killing intent. The sheer aura of these arrows caused many to collapse instantly, let alone their true power! Each of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety arrows pulsed with Saintly might. Who in this world could withstand such a force? This was utter annihilation!

Bang! The Ice Diamond Man from the Great Evolution Holy Land was riddled with arrows. Each silver arrow struck him like a massive hammer, creating a deafening impact with boundless force! He was first sent flying by dozens of arrows, then pierced through by several thick, long silver arrows, letting out a pained scream. This was a Saint-level puppet, yet it suffered severe damage from this world-shattering formation! Dense patterns of divine traces and intertwined chains of order, threads upon threads, all transformed into runes before him, but they couldn't block the assault and were completely shot through. In the dazzling light, a dense barrage of arrows rained down, turning the stone man into a porcupine before it exploded with a thunderous roar, transforming into a torrent of energy. Had it not been for the ancient formations protecting it, this chaotic divine land would have been utterly annihilated, leaving nothing behind. The force was simply too concentrated and immense.

“Ah…” roared the Holy Master of the Great Evolution Holy Land. This was a tremendous loss, yet he was powerless to change the outcome. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety Saintly arrows unleashed simultaneously were enough to destroy several Saints, a killing field specifically prepared for beings of that caliber. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a 'God-Slaying Formation'! Countless Holy Land forces turned into bloody mist, whole swathes of people perished, and entire groups were wiped out, their bodies and spirits extinguished before they could even scream.

The Black Emperor roared, as one hundred and eight main formation altars and three hundred and sixty-five divine gates continuously lit up. Three thousand six hundred types of Grand Dao lights swept forth together, blocking the Saintly arrows. This was a brutal confrontation. The power of these killing formations was boundless, capable of slaying Saints. They weren't appearing one or two at a time, but in vast numbers, transforming this place into a death zone! Those without protection from Saint artifacts were certain to die; they needed to defend with the power of an Ancient Saint, and they needed to unite to resist collectively. The clash of these numerous killing formations and the fierce confrontation generated fluctuations that no ordinary person could withstand. Vibrant faces withered into skeletal remains, turning to ash.

How many formations did the Assassin Dynasty possess? This was the trembling question on everyone's mind, for they were all legacies left by ancient Saints, wielding immense destructive power. The Black Emperor roared, hiding behind the Divine Maiden Furnace, barking furiously while activating the formation altars. All the materials accumulated over the years were now being used up. Its heart bled as it had poured everything into forging these numerous peerless formations, but now they were rapidly depleting, incurring immense losses. “Damn these ancient divine dynasties! How many killing artifacts do they have? They're inexhaustible!”

Even the ancestral figures of the two great divine dynasties deep within the Celestial Domain were stunned. These were the accumulated legacies of their ancestors, Saint-slaying formation altars that, when combined, were said to be capable of shooting down gods! However, at this moment, they were collapsing one after another. Their faces twitched in agony, their hearts aching far more than the Black Emperor's. Each cluster of formation altars formed an ancient Saint-slaying formation. To see them grouped together like this was absolutely horrifying, yet they were being continuously annihilated. “Even if several Saints had entered these formations, they would have been destroyed by now. How did they manage to block them?!”

“Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!” The Black Emperor was consumed by battle frenzy, using the Divine Maiden Furnace as the main formation flag and throwing it with a clang into the center. Everyone's faces turned pale. The Black Dog's rampage was truly terrifying; it had even thrown out a Great Saint artifact. Fortunately, there were other Saint artifacts for defense, otherwise, they would have been in big trouble. However, the effect was remarkable. With an ancient Great Saint's artifact as the primary formation flag, its overwhelming power shattered the heavens and earth. The enemy's formations collapsed one after another, and their vast energies recoiled!

“Madness! This is absolute madness!” “This is a true sect-annihilation war. Even the wars of the dark ages were no more intense, involving so many ancient killing formation altars.” Both allies and enemies were stunned, filled with dread. This was undeniably a catastrophe. Fortunately, both sides were balanced; if one side were even slightly weaker, it would have been instantly obliterated.

The formation patterns finally dimmed, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation, strewn with fragments of divine materials. Countless treasures had been consumed by the ancient formation altars, now reduced to scrap. The vast killing aura slowly dissipated, giving way to an endless sense of desolation and antiquity. This was the lament of ancient artifacts, utterly destroyed in a single battle.

It took a long time for people to recover, their faces ashen, their voices trembling. “How many ancient Saint formations were destroyed in total? Perhaps… eighteen?” “That's too low an estimate! At least twenty, perhaps even thirty-six!” “It's hard to say. It was too terrifying, stretching on endlessly, with infinite calamitous light, dazzling and countless.” Only experiencing it firsthand could truly convey its horror; otherwise, this terror would remain merely a numerical concept, not a profound tremor in the heart.

Debris lay everywhere, a sight rarely seen in ancient times. People fell silent, holding their weapons and driving their war chariots forward. Having fought to this extent today, there was no longer any path of retreat. Only by annihilating the two ancient divine dynasties could they find peace of mind.

After traversing the land of destruction, shattered mountains, half-collapsed ridges, and withered ancient trees began to appear along their path. No one spoke; they were all on high alert. Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Saint Prince walked at the very front, their battle intent soaring. Most others, however, felt incredibly heavy-hearted. Their moods differed. Madmen like Ye Fan and Dongfang Ye primarily focused on honing themselves this time, never intending to ask the Ancient Saints holding down the formations to intervene. Meanwhile, the deeply damaged lineages like the Great Evolution Holy Land felt their hearts bleeding, wishing they could immediately ask Wei Yi to fight to the death against the ancient divine dynasties.

The Saint Ape Prince, wielding a black divine iron staff, surveyed everyone with disdain, his golden fur gleaming, exuding boundless dominance. He declared, “What's with the long faces? These two great divine dynasties are the best whetstones! Today, let's fight to our hearts' content and ascend another step on the path of cultivation!”

Whoosh! A terrifying sword light appeared, streaking towards the back of the Saint Ape's head. Ruthless and merciless, it emerged abruptly and silently, aiming for a single fatal blow. This hidden assassination technique was too dreadful, almost eluding everyone. The Saint Prince narrowly dodged it in a split second. Qi Luo instantly lashed out, but a streak of blood-light appeared on his back, carving out a terrible wound. It was a feint. A Killer Saint had appeared. Qi Luo was focused on the Saint Ape Prince, but the true target was himself. Qi Luo, injured but not even flinching, vanished from his spot. With a spray of blood-light, he carved a bloody mark in another section of the void. Qi Luo had already detected his assailant and retaliated in kind. Their exchange was incredibly eerie, without trace or shadow.

Pffft! Blood splattered across the sky. Over a dozen experts from the Ji family screamed, unable to evade the Saint's blood, which instantly withered them into skeletal remains. “Ah…” A shrill scream erupted as the Holy Master of the Great Evolution Holy Land's head rolled, his headless body, eyes wide with fury, collapsed into a pool of blood. His primordial spirit, just as it soared up, was pierced by a blood-colored killing sword, vanishing instantly. “Kill…” Everyone roared in rage and screamed in fear. Numerous executioners appeared, close at hand, concealed within the void, launching their assassinations. Many shrieked, their foreheads pierced, dying instantly. These were the assassin's trump cards, now deployed!

“Where do you think you're going?!” Li Tian, Dongfang Ye, and others roared, launching a full counterattack, lunging forward. They had studied the Heavenly Court's grand killing arts and were fearless of such assassination techniques. “Sneaking around! Die!” The Saint Prince let out a roar, his entire body blazing with golden light. His physique seemed cast from gold as he swung his great staff, smashing an old assassin out of hiding. This was the very person who had just slaughtered the Holy Master of the Great Evolution Holy Land. He was a Dao-Slaying King, exceptionally powerful, having killed nearly a hundred people in an instant. Without any suspense, in almost a single breath, this ace assassin was struck by the monkey's staff, his bones shattered and tendons torn, reduced to a puddle of gore.

Pffft, pffft, pffft… Streaks of blood light flashed consecutively as Ji Zi unleashed his power. His Great Spatial Slashes tore through many assassins, turning them into streaks of blood, leaving no remains. Ye Fan's expression was cold. His golden blood qi transformed into a whirlwind, directly seizing a Great Accomplishment King-level assassin. Then, with a single punch, he exploded the assassin in the sky, a simple yet brutal act, sending bone fragments and blood splattering. The Saintess of Zifu finally revealed her terrifying power before the world. Harmonizing with the Grand Dao, with every movement, she wielded the laws of heaven and earth, forcing a group of assassins out of hiding. With a single graceful sweep of her hand, swathes of people melted into the light of the Dao.

Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Saint Prince moved in unison, lunging towards Qi Luo, all unleashing fierce attacks. The Killer Saint Qi Luo also let out a long cry, his Blood Transformation Blade Light stretching ten thousand feet, cleaving the heavens and earth, striking towards his opponents.

Boom! During the terrifying grand confrontation, the Killer Saint from the Human World retreated, leaving the battlefield voluntarily, leaving only a trail of blood. This was an ancient Killer Saint, one who achieved the Dao before the world changed, unfathomably profound. Amidst a myriad of troops, he could move as if unopposed, making escape not difficult. He fled towards the exit of the Celestial Domain, attempting to break through, but several waves of Saintly might rolled in like a vast ocean, forcing him back!

“The Killer Saint is trying to escape! That means they've lost their confidence! Let's kill them all, don't let a single one get away!” the people of the various Holy Lands shouted, their morale greatly boosted. Ye Fan, however, felt his heart sink. This Killer Saint was ruthless and decisive; he wasn't trying to escape at all. He was clearly testing how many Ancient Saints had arrived. Now, he turned back and charged deeper into the Celestial Domain.

“Kill…” The roar of battle shook the heavens, and the Celestial Domain boiled. The war chariots of the Holy Lands rumbled, crushing through the high skies. Saint artifacts revived, all striking forward. Next, they dismantled several ancient killing formation altars and finally reached the deepest part, where they saw two terrifying, ancient halls. Killing intent surged there like an ocean. White bones gleamed, enduring beyond the erosion of time. Whole sections of the halls were built from bones. At the very center of both halls stood a unique bone structure, its luster the most intimidating. It contained the skulls of kings and the withered bones of Saints, brilliant and crystalline. The carpets in the halls were made of divine hide, stripped from Saints!

“A group of ants dares to challenge a dragon? I commend your courage, but I cannot help but mock your foolishness!” A majestic voice echoed from the bone hall, ancient and profound, imbued with an overbearing aura, full of self-proclaimed supremacy. The Killer Saint Qi Luo roared back, saying, “How did that 'dragon' get its lair destroyed and flee beyond the heavens? The two ancient divine dynasties, Hell and the Human World, are about to be annihilated! Yet you still display your arrogance here? Today, all of you shall die!” He had lost seven children, all of whom died for the two great divine dynasties. They paid the price of blood and life to achieve everything they had now. His heart was filled with extreme grief and rage.

“You are a Killer Saint, and I am a Killer Saint. Why don't we have a duel between Killer Saints today?” the ancient voice echoed mercilessly. He had attained the Dao more than a thousand years ago, his killing intent boiling, boundless and terrifying. But Qi Luo was no ordinary person; he agreed instantly, prepared to face the veteran Killer Saint head-on.

Another gaunt figure emerged: the Killer Saint of the Human World reappeared, looking down on the assembled heroes with disdain, as if completely unfazed by the presence of several Saints at the entrance. He swept his gaze over the people from the various Holy Lands, then fixed on the Saint Prince, looked at Ji Zi, and finally rested his torch-like eyes on Ye Fan. “Commit suicide now. This Seat grants you the chance for a swift death.” The Killer Saint of the Human World pointed at Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Saint Prince, speaking mercilessly, utterly unafraid of the fact that the multitude had broken in. “No one can help you. To think of annihilating the Human World and Hell is a fool's dream. What Human Holy Body? What Ancient Emperor's Son? All are mere ants! Every single one of you shall die!” His words scraped across the skin of the assembled crowd like knives, chilling and icy. Many cultivators from the various Holy Lands couldn't withstand the Killer Saint's sonic waves; their bodies ripped apart, blood gushing forth in streams, and their divine senses extinguished.