Chapter 1257: Sword Moves the First City of the Human Race

**Chapter 1258: The Sword Stirs the Human Race's First City**

The twelfth of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation, his severed head, still half-intact, flew through the air, filled with unwillingness and boundless terror. It had been cut down just like that, falling towards the cold street.

Then, the body crashed into a pool of blood, which gushed out, painting the street crimson—a shocking sight!

"Hiss-hiss!"The Purple-Scaled Beast roared as its master fell, blood splattering. It struggled immediately, its massive hooves striking out at Ye Fan.

"Pfft!"Purple blood flew. Ye Fan's sword cleaved its head off, revealing gruesome bone fragments. The enormous body collapsed onto the bluestone ground, its blood forming a small stream.

"Ah..."The other Divine Riders were shocked, roaring in fury. Various magic artifacts rained down together, like a cluster of meteorites crashing from beyond the heavens, powerful and intimidating, radiating intense light.

No one had ever imagined such a thing: a seed-level expert being brazenly slain in the open street. This was unprecedented, truly lawless!

"Kill him! Don't let him escape!" roared the Thirteen Riders of Desolation.

With a hum, Ye Fan shook his sword. The entire world trembled, interfering with the laws of the Grand Dao, and obliterating dozens of secret techniques rushing towards him.

At the same time, the black iron sword in his hand traced a strange arc, like a gazelle's horns leaving no trace, drawing all incoming magic artifacts towards the high heavens.

The artifacts shattered the sky; not a single one landed. From tens or hundreds of miles away, they destroyed the firmament, shaking the myriad stars.

This was the "Soldier" character technique, unleashed by Ye Fan with the might of a single sword strike, rendering all the magic artifacts deployed by the Thirteen Riders of Desolation useless.

From the moment he stepped out of the small tavern to his unrestrained slaughter, everything happened in an instant. Ye Fan was as swift as a human-shaped bolt of lightning; no one could stop him.

When silence fell, Ye Fan stood on one side of the street, holding his dripping iron sword, while the Thirteen Riders of Desolation stood on the other. A brief quiet descended.

But immediately, an uproar erupted. The city was in an absolute frenzy; no one had ever witnessed such audaciousness, it was truly shocking.

"Am I seeing this right? He killed seed-level experts in the street, cleaving two of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation to death with a single sword each?!"

"A drop of blood splattered on my face! Who is this person? To dare act like this, he's utterly reckless!"

"The Thirteen Riders of Desolation have met their match! Being publicly executed in the street – is there anything more humiliating? This person's courage is immense; he has set a precedent unseen in the Human Race's First City for many years!"

It was as if a meteorite had struck the city, causing a huge stir. Many people could barely believe it; it was too extreme.

"Kill!"The tranquility lasted only an instant. Some of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation were trembling with rage, unleashing their full power to kill Ye Fan, as various immortal lights soared.

The world became like a great calamity, simmering with mortal laws. This place transformed into a purgatory as they encircled and attacked Ye Fan, endless divine light engulfing the long street.

If not for the ancient forbidden formation within the city, not only this street but the entire city would have been torn apart and reduced to ashes.

"Killing you ten thousand times wouldn't quell my hatred! I'll rip out your soul and imprison it forever on the Nine Nether Death Star, making you suffer the torments of purgatory!"

Someone yelled, eyes bloodshot. Killing Ye Fan wouldn't be enough to vent their fury; only the most cruel methods used against cultivators would suffice to humiliate him.

Ye Fan moved at extreme speed, like a fleeting light, weaving between various artifacts and countering different mystical arts, fighting with a frenzied intensity.

The iron sword was not a sacred artifact, but in his hands, it unleashed earth-shattering power, ringing loudly as its sword light tore through heaven and earth.

With a cold snort, the second-ranked figure among the Thirteen Riders of Desolation made his move. He had been observing with cold eyes until now, but at this moment, astride an Azure Dragon, a 'Fangtian Ji' halberd appeared in his hand, its weight certainly tens of thousands of jin!

He was clad in azure-gold armor, and the Azure Dragon beneath him was covered in grim jade scales. They were one entity, like a devil god descended, as he cleaved downwards with his halberd.

This great halberd, weighing hundreds of thousands to millions of jin, was a true heirloom sacred artifact. Its azure shaft and gleaming blade sliced through the firmament, emitting a terrifying whistle.

Faintly, it seemed as if a horde of gods and devils roared, accompanying the halberd, tearing through the cosmos, piercing all obstacles, boundless in its terror!

In the distance, everyone's expressions changed. The second-ranked figure of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation was too powerful, exceeding all expectations; he could even slay a saint.

The seven or eight Divine Riders currently attacking all trembled. Only they knew how terrifyingly powerful the top-ranked leaders were, far surpassing them.

The tenth-ranked Divine Rider roared, "Even dying a hundred times won't atone for your blood crimes! Spend your miserable and lowly remaining life repenting on the Nine Nether Death Star!"

He roared cruelly, murderous aura surging, as he coordinated with the descending great halberd, striking towards Ye Fan's Immortal Platform forehead bone.

The others also let out long cries, doing their utmost, unleashing their full power. Mystical arts and magic artifacts, like a swarm of meteorites, powerful and terrifying, all surged towards Ye Fan alone.

*Crack!*A cracking sound echoed from the street. Even parts of the ancient restrictions were damaged, changing everyone's expressions. How terrifying was this great halberd?

At that moment, eight people attacked Ye Fan simultaneously, positioning themselves in eight directions, trapping him in a perilous situation of life and death!

In everyone's eyes, with that halberd strike, Ye Fan would be utterly unable to defend himself. Yet, in that instant, he parried the halberd blade with his bare hands.

A vibrating sound reverberated throughout the city. Many who heard it felt their souls tremble, then coughed up blood. The destructive power of that strike was evident.

"What?! Impossible! How did he block that strike with his bare hands? Who is this person? How powerful is his physical body?"

Everyone was stunned, barely able to believe it. Ye Fan didn't use his iron sword to block, knowing it would shatter against a sacred weapon. Instead, he deflected the halberd blade with his left hand, and no blood splattered.

"That halberd strike could slay a saint, and he... he blocked it!"

Dao patterns flickered beneath Ye Fan's feet. He moved like a phantom, the "Movement" character technique pushed to its limit, evading the attacks of others. Various magic artifacts and mystical arts brushed past him.

It was like dancing on a mountain of blades, or strolling before the gates of hell, revealing a graceful ease amidst a life-or-death crisis.

He broke free from the encirclement of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation. To achieve this in that fleeting moment was truly an anomaly; even the most powerful experts would admit they couldn't.

"Repent on the Nine Nether Death Star..." The tenth-ranked figure among the Thirteen Riders of Desolation didn't finish his cruel and menacing words before his expression froze.

Because, in a blink of an eye, an iron sword pierced through layers of light barriers and obstacles, striking his body.

"Pfft!"A sword through the brain!

The black iron sword pierced through his forehead and exited the back of his head. Blood dripped, and white brain matter clung to the blade, making it exceptionally gruesome.

No one had expected Ye Fan's attack to be so incredibly sharp!

It wasn't a mystical art, but a common sword technique, simple and direct. Its strength lay in its swiftness, comparable to lightning, capable of breaking through all methods.

At that moment, Ye Fan resembled an Asura, his black hair unbound, his body tall and strong, his gaze colder than lightning.

*Crack!*With a powerful flick of his black iron sword, he pried open the skull of the tenth-ranked figure among the Thirteen Riders of Desolation, sending blood spurting high into the air.

With extreme disbelief, the tenth-ranked figure's eyes glazed over as he fell backward into the pool of blood, dying instantly, crimson blood flowing freely.

Everyone was stunned. How powerful was this person? During the encirclement, he seized the single opportunity to pin a Divine Rider to death with one sword—a truly astonishing feat!

"Stand aside!"The second-ranked figure among the Thirteen Riders of Desolation growled. He intended to act personally. His 'Fangtian Ji' halberd glinted with a cold, metallic sheen, descending as if to cleave heaven and earth.

The top-ranked Divine Riders were clearly many times stronger than those behind them. Their magical power reached the heavens, and even their mounts were sacred beasts, giving an idea of their combat prowess.

"Buzz!"However, at that very moment, another terrifying figure personally made his move, his speed even greater than that of the second-ranked figure in azure-gold armor.

It was Gu Ling, the leader of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation. He had been watching indifferently until now, but at this moment, he finally struck, wielding a purple war spear that instantly pierced through the air.

It was as if heaven and earth were collapsing. The power of this spear was immense. As the purple spear thrust forth, it was like a violet sun exploding, light and fire surging, everything bathed in purple. Many powerful cultivators were terrified, some bleeding from their seven orifices, overwhelmed by the aura!

This was an extraordinarily brilliant spear strike!

It possessed an immortal vitality, radiating boundless light. The stars in the sky seemed to tremble, on the verge of falling, and the entire ancient city violently shook as if about to disintegrate.

An incredibly stunning spear strike. The leader of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation, bare-chested, with thick black hair cascading down, his bronze skin accentuated with a primal wildness by the brilliant glow of the purple war spear, looked like a revived deity!

"Kill..."The other members of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation roared. Their leader had personally intervened; what enemy could not be slain? They all followed him in the attack.

Ye Fan's gaze turned cold. He swung the iron sword in his hand; though simple and unadorned, it exuded a grand and majestic aura. At that moment, it clashed directly with the purple war spear.

A hazy blackness, like a black celestial river falling. Ye Fan, wielding a mundane weapon, bravely clashed with a sacred artifact, colliding with the purple war spear.

Everyone else showed surprise. The Divine Riders' gazes were incredibly cruel; they knew such an iron sword definitely couldn't withstand it.

Indeed, the expected shattering sound followed. The black iron sword disintegrated into fragments on the spot!

However, they burst forth as brilliantly as fireworks, like a shower of meteorites flying in all directions. Every single fragment of the broken sword was lethal.

Ye Fan deployed the "Soldier" character technique, manipulating dozens, even hundreds, of fragments to attack all the Divine Riders. They hummed deafeningly, utterly terrifying!

"Pfft," "Pfft..."Blood splattered, and muffled groans arose. Except for the top five Divine Riders, everyone else's bodies erupted with spurts of blood, falling back uncontrollably, having sustained sword wounds.

This was unheard of. Surrounded by the Thirteen Riders of Desolation, Ye Fan repeatedly wounded his enemies, shocking everyone to their core.

In the distance, Yu Xian and Mu Guanghan watched intently, their beautiful eyes blinking. Tuoba Yu, Kutuotuo, Ouye Mo, and others also appeared.

"Stop!" A group of powerful iron-clad warriors appeared, rushing forward like a steel torrent.

The city guards arrived. Every single one of them had once been a powerful individual who embarked on the ancient trial road; each was extraordinary and formidable.

The leader was precisely the captain who had previously clashed with Ye Fan and appeared at the residence of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation. He coldly shouted, "Anyone who acts violently in the Human Race's First City shall be executed without question!"

Clearly, his words were directed at Ye Fan's Dao body. His blood energy surged, and he pointed a bronze war halberd towards the scene.

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Fan's Dao body soared into the sky. Its speed, powered by the "Movement" character technique, rivaled lightning, and it unleashed a supreme divine fist that shook heaven and earth.

With a "Pfft," his fist and his body passed through the eleventh of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation!

It was a truly dominating punch that no one could block, swift and fierce, with blood energy surging like a sea, powerful to the extreme. Ye Fan shattered the man with one punch, his fist aura tearing through the blood mist and shattered bones.

Everyone was stunned. Even with the city guards arriving, he paid them no heed, striking sharply and demonstrating truly unparalleled power.

Only one person remained calm and unruffled. Ye Fan's true body, standing right next to the battle on the long street, raised a cup of wine, gestured towards his Dao body, and then drained it.

Witnessing this scene, many people's expressions changed simultaneously!