Chapter 1248: Sweeping Victory

Chapter 1248: Sweeping Aside All Opposition

A single roar shattered mountains and rivers!

Mountains and valleys crumbled into dust, destroyed as if made of paper. How could they fight back? Ye Fan, like a devil lord crossing into this world, roared several strong individuals into pieces, leaving them bloody and horrifying to behold.

His dishevelled hair flew wildly, golden battle energy surged, and he stood invincible beneath the sky.

A demonic god!

These people screamed in their hearts, their legs trembling, faces pale, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness. Their bodies shook uncontrollably; never before had they felt such terror.

A 'thud'!

Blood splattered, bone fragments stained with blood flew. Ye Fan's black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes flashed with cold lightning, and his golden fist shattered another person into a bloody mist, absolutely pulverizing them! His might was awe-inspiring; a single punch was enough to tear apart a cultivator who had entered the trial grounds, obliterating both their body and spirit.

The slaughter continued. Ye Fan, like a humanoid savage dragon, charged into the pack of wolves. With every move, someone was extinguished. Blood rained down, shattered bones flew, as if the gates of hell had opened.

"Ah..."

These people trembled with fear, screaming in terror as they fled in complete disarray. Everyone now realized that this was a divine demon, and opposing him meant certain death.

"Where do you think you're going!" Ye Fan lightly rebuked. Since he had chosen to act, he would finish the job decisively. He had no room for soft-heartedness; this was the cruel rule of the trial grounds.

"Mercy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have ambushed you, fellow Taoist." A scholar was caught, pleading for his life with a pale face, almost kneeling.

Ye Fan was cold and ruthless. With a flick of his golden finger, a spray of blood bloomed from the scholar's forehead. His look of terror froze, and he fell stiffly into a pool of blood.

Boom!

The Demonic Sky Umbrella descended, blotting out the sky and sun, trailing thousands of strands. These were chains of divine order, interwoven beneath the heavens, seemingly cast from divine iron, brilliantly dazzling, suppressing Ye Fan.

This was a powerful Saint Artifact, capable of tearing apart the ancient sky, like a boiling sea of stars falling down, intent on destroying all things.

"He's suppressed! Everyone, quickly kill him!" the middle-aged Taoist nun cried, her expression venomous.

The Demonic Sky Umbrella was as black as ink, with tens of thousands of chains of order, piercing every inch of space, seemingly imprisoning Ye Fan on the spot. This weapon belonged to the blue-robed man. He hid in the distance, continuously chanting ancient incantations to fully activate it after summoning it.

Many people's expressions shifted. They activated various magical artifacts and slashed forward, knowing there was no peaceful resolution. Even if they begged for mercy, they would be killed.

"Activate the forbidden artifact and kill him!" the head in the middle-aged Taoist nun's hand shrieked. It was Hong Liu, whose body had been destroyed and who harbored extreme hatred for Ye Fan.

"Everyone, we have no retreat! We must slaughter him, or we will all die!" The middle-aged Taoist nun's expression turned ferocious. She spat out a small, blood-red bell, then sprayed several mouthfuls of vital blood onto it before unleashing it.

The Funeral Bell shook the world, shattering the earth and annihilating the sky. It rapidly expanded, its blood-red body turning all things to ash; it was a true bell of death. It descended along with the Demonic Sky Umbrella, trapping Ye Fan within, intending to refine him into bloody pus. A bloody mist shrouded the area, filled with the wails of ghosts and spirits.

"It's really working! Kill him! Everyone, don't retreat! This is the moment to slay this fiend!" Seeing this, others cried out cruelly, their morale greatly boosted.

Ye Fan frowned. The Demonic Sky Umbrella was quite special. Besides being a terrifying Saint Artifact, it also contained a wisp of a powerful entity's spirit. It was a demon's head, appearing in the void, taller than mountains. It was this very thing that posed a certain threat to him, imprisoning a portion of heaven and earth.

"Kill him, definitely kill him!" Even Hong Liu, reduced to just a head, shrieked piercingly, activating her last divine power and unleashing the cracked Heaven-Overturning Seal, which transformed into a mountain peak, pressing down on Ye Fan in the field.

The magical artifacts were dazzling, traversing between heaven and earth, radiating auspicious mists, their destructive energy shaking the nine heavens.

Lan Feng's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile. Joining with several others, he silently unleashed a forbidden artifact, which rapidly struck the center of the field, decisively causing the holy object to explode.

Boom!

This was a cataclysm of slaughter. All sorts of lights blotted out the sun, surging forth, leaving the area riddled with holes and utterly ruined.

"Is he... dead?" someone stammered.

In the distance, demonic might surged. A massive black umbrella, over ten thousand feet tall, was surprisingly seized by Ye Fan. He flew hundreds of miles across the sky with it. The destructive light of the forbidden artifact had still failed to hit him, only destroying a patch of ancient land.

"What kind of person is this, to snatch a fully activated Saint Soldier with bare hands?!" Several people were so terrified that their scalps tingled.

"He doesn't seem to have escaped the imprisonment; he's still within the range of the Demonic Sky Umbrella's shroud!"

Lan Feng's face darkened. He said, "This is a demonic phantom sealed by an ancient ancestor saint, forming a Demonic Field that has temporarily confined him. Everyone, quickly attack and utterly obliterate him!"

"Kill!"

The crowd attacked again. The middle-aged Taoist nun continuously spat out several mouthfuls of vital blood, activating the blood-red Funeral Bell, shaking mountains and rivers as it descended with Saint power. The others did the same, activating various secret treasures regardless of the cost. Dazzling lights flooded the area.

Behind Ye Fan, five precious swords emerged. These were divine secret arts obtained from the Eternal Star Domain. Five-colored divine light soared into the sky, rotating as they slashed towards the Demonic Sky Umbrella. It was as if a hundred thousand heavenly swords chimed in unison, clanging. Though the Demonic Sky Umbrella was a very strange Saint Artifact, it was continuously cleaved, developing cracks.

Boom!

The demon's head shot up, letting out a deafening roar, trying to swallow Ye Fan. However, amidst a blinding light, Ye Fan used the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist to shatter it in heaven and earth. Black demonic blood flowed, then transformed into a wisp of smoke.

"What?! He killed the demonic phantom!" The blue-robed man's expression changed, and he turned to flee.

Ye Fan punched the blood-red bell... cracks spread across it... Then he swung his divine fist again. After nine strikes, amidst the wails of the Saint Artifact, it shattered along with the Heaven-Overturning Seal. Fragments of the blood-red bell and the Heaven-Overturning Seal flew in all directions. Scream after scream echoed, as people were repeatedly hit, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

Ye Fan, like a god descended to the mortal realm, was unstoppable. He continuously attacked, shattering several weapons between heaven and earth, splitting mountains and severing seas, his magical power boundless. At this point, the battle was completely one-sided, with no suspense left. The middle-aged Taoist nun and others fled desperately like stray dogs. Some even abandoned their mounts, fleeing individually. The Dragon Steed pursued them, forming a fiery cloud, unleashing a massacre and reigning supreme among the beasts.

"Fellow Taoist, we can sit down and talk. Please cease your hand for now." Someone pleaded, scared out of their wits, because they realized Ye Fan's speed was too fast, cutting off their escape route.

"Scatter and run!" the middle-aged Taoist nun gritted her teeth.

"Ah..."

Amidst shrill screams, blood splattered as someone who had just broken away from the group was directly pounded into a bloody pulp by Ye Fan, dying instantly.

"Only by staying together can we make him slightly wary. We cannot separate; we must leave this trial ground together." They had lost all confidence. They no longer wished to embark on the ancient trial road for strong cultivators; merely surviving was better than anything.

Ye Fan slowed his pace, taking his time, killing them one by one from behind. Now, fewer than five or six remained alive. A full twenty-three strong cultivators, united, capable of killing an Ancient Saint even without forbidden artifacts, were now being slaughtered to such a miserable state by Ye Fan alone.

Pfft.

The blue-robed man's eyes glinted menacingly. He took out a half-foot-long puppet doll and spat out dozens of mouthfuls of vital blood, sprinkling it all over the puppet, making it appear incredibly eerie. Lan Feng seemed to have lost half his life, becoming extremely weak; clearly, he had paid a heavy price. Dipping his finger in blood, he wrote 'Ye Fan' on the puppet's forehead, then picked up a palm-sized small sword and fiercely struck the puppet's forehead bone.

At that moment, all the hairs on Ye Fan's body stood on end. His forehead bone ached as if a peerless weapon was about to pierce his skull, right on the verge. It was too sudden! Ye Fan's mind trembled. In that instant, all the human body treasures he had unearthed through ten years of battles instinctively opened. Stars contained within his blood, divine talismans forming in his bones, the Dao manifesting with a single thought — all these phenomena appeared! His forehead bone glowed, accompanied by a Taoist chant, cleaving the void and completely annihilating an unknown crisis.

Pfft.

The blue-robed man spat out a large mouthful of blood. The puppet in his hand turned to dust, and the palm-sized small sword shattered. He was severely wounded.

The middle-aged Taoist nun, clutching Hong Liu's head, along with Lan Feng and a total of five others, fled in terror like stray dogs, dishevelled and covered in blood.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Unable to run any further, the middle-aged Taoist nun's face turned ashen. She activated her horsetail whisk, which transformed into a celestial river, sweeping towards him.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. His battle power was at its peak. With a single palm strike, the star river shattered, and half of the middle-aged Taoist nun's body was pulverized. She shrieked piercingly, fleeing once more.

"Ah... take me with you!" Hong Liu cried out in panic. Only her head remained, her essence depleted. She was thrown onto the ground by the middle-aged Taoist nun. Her remaining head tried to escape on its own, but its speed was too slow.

Bang!

Ye Fan stepped forward and kicked the head. It shattered into pieces, and a primordial spirit rushed out, screaming in terror: "Don't kill me! Just spare my life, I'll do anything!" Ye Fan stepped down, and the primordial spirit instantly turned to dust, transforming into desolate soil beneath his sole, utterly destroyed.

The four people ahead were terrified out of their wits, their courage completely shattered. Never before had they felt such despair. Once dominant in their region, they were now being hunted like dogs, with no escape by land or sky.

"We failed to recognize a great emperor, please be magnanimous and spare our lives..." One of them broke down, continuously begging for mercy.

"Stop! If you give us a way to live, everything can be negotiated!" Lan Feng also neared collapse, his face pale as he shouted.

"Didn't you say I should kneel and declare myself a Slaughter Saint, then cripple my own cultivation to beg for your forgiveness...?" Ye Fan's voice was cold. He pointed his fingers like a sword and pressed forward.

"Ah..." Lan Feng shrieked piercingly. His body shattered inch by inch, turning into broken bones and bloody mist, finally spreading to his head. His primordial spirit rapidly shot out from his crown, his physical body becoming a mass of rotten flesh. From Ye Fan's fingertip, a sword glow shot out, impaling the small figure of the primordial spirit in the void, utterly destroying it.

Ye Fan, like an immortal divine furnace, radiated monstrous golden divine light. He stood in the heavens and earth, more terrifying than a god. The middle-aged Taoist nun and the two remaining individuals were so terrified their bodies convulsed. At this moment, all dignity, all talk of the strongest trial, became meaningless.

Ye Fan pointed his fingers like a sword, his divine might vast, about to reap the lives of the three. Suddenly, five figures descended, blocking his path. Lord Junwei appeared.

"Fellow Taoist, please show mercy. Could you perhaps be benevolent and spare their lives?" he said earnestly.

"No!" Ye Fan shook his head, refusing very decisively.

"Do you think you're very strong, daring to refuse even Lord Junwei?!" A person nearby said coldly.

Ye Fan gave him a cold glance, ignoring him, then pointed his fingers like a sword, aiming them at the middle-aged Taoist nun and the others ahead.