Chapter 1316: Too Brutal

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“Awoo…”

A pack of ancient beasts charged forward, howling and roaring. Wherever their iron hooves passed, the sky trembled, and a daunting holy might permeated the air, striking fear into hearts.

The Dragon-Horse, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, and others were each more ferocious than the last, true beasts of evil. They neighed and roared like ancient behemoths unleashed from their cages, vying with each other, transforming into an unstoppable torrent of steel that surged forward.

Each of them was incredibly excited, not treating this as a battle at all, but more like a hunt. People shouted, horses neighed, and their eyes gleamed with savagery as they all bravely pushed forward.

“Don’t fight over him, he’s mine!”

“I haven’t tasted saint blood in ages! No one dares to snatch him from me, or I’ll go berserk!”

A golden lion, its body shimmering as if forged from divine gold, majestic and mighty, lunged directly at an ancient saint from the He family, vying with several other saints nearby.

Everyone was stunned. Not just the He family members, but even Wang Ziwen and his own allies were dumbfounded. These were genuine saint-tier experts, yet they charged out like divine soldiers descending from the heavens.

Wang Chen was first speechless, then incredibly excited. He had seen these ancient beasts and exotic creatures in the South Sea, but he never expected them to be so powerful, seemingly all having achieved sainthood.

Wang Xi was initially very nervous and filled with grief and indignation, but now she gasped in astonishment, her mouth agape. What she witnessed felt surreal. This uncle was too astounding; he had actually brought a group of sacred beasts with him.

“My heavens, this is amazing! With such powerful allies, what is there to fear from the He family? We’ll slaughter them all! Even if their Saint King arrives, he’ll leave with a black eye!”

The experts from the Wang family and the Lin clan were all invigorated and greatly encouraged. Each of them was incredibly excited, itching to join the battle.

“Don’t act rashly,” Ye Fan stopped them.

He knew full well the ferocity of the Twelve Saints. Once the battle began, they might run rampant and accidentally harm these people, as they had already declared their intention to consume blood and flesh.

“Ye Fan, this is…” Wang Ziwen was dumbfounded, gripping his fists tightly. It was as if a new village had appeared at the end of a winding path; his old classmate had actually arrived with a group of saints, their presence practically overwhelming the heavens!

Others might not have realized it, thinking they weren't all saints, but he saw clearly: these were twelve saints, all possessing peak combat power, each extraordinary, capable of fighting above their rank and defeating stronger opponents with less power.

Ye Fan had traversed the starry sky for so many years. The ancient beasts and exotic saint-level beings who earned his recognition and followed him could not be ordinary. They were all carefully selected, having emerged victorious from countless real battles.

“Awoo…”

The golden lion unleashed its might, its blood energy surging. Like a golden beast god, it lunged forward, instantly sending an ancient saint flying with a single paw, holy blood splattering.

This was an incredibly powerful and unrivaled fierce beast. Even the Dragon-Horse and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon struggled when fighting it, and it had taken great effort to suppress it back then.

Its golden claws could directly tear apart saint artifacts. Moreover, it possessed a secret art called 'Devouring Heaven and Earth,' with which it swallowed dozens of the saint's magical treasures in one gulp.

Clashing head-on with it was pure masochism. The He family's ancient saint had an arm torn off on the spot. He was decisive, though, and immediately turned to flee.

But how could the golden lion let him go? After obtaining the ancient art of purifying divine blood from its big brother, the Dragon-Horse, it was desperate to consume as much blood and flesh as possible.

“Awoo…”

With another roar, it swiped a paw. The saint's ancient shield shattered, and although he unleashed various secret arts to block, it was all futile; nothing could change the outcome. The golden lion was too powerful, unparalleled, radiating dazzling light like a golden sun.

“Splat!”

It shattered the ancient saint's chest armor with a single paw, tearing him alive into two halves. Blood splattered high, but ultimately, it all flowed into the golden lion’s mouth as it devoured the saint.

At that moment, all the mighty figures gasped in cold air, chills running down their spines. This was simply too ferocious! The battle had just begun, and in mere moments, one fight was already over.

Everyone felt the He family's ancient saint had died too miserably, too ignominiously, torn apart by a fierce beast's claw and turned into food. It was simply too horrific.

The saints near the golden lion were displeased, having failed to snatch any blood and flesh. They charged towards another location, not daring to directly contend with it; after all, this lion was extremely difficult to provoke, being at the Ninth Heaven of Saint Beast realm.

“Where did these fierce beasts come from? And exotic creatures too? What kind of combination is this?!” The He family members were on the verge of madness. They never expected such an unexpected force to suddenly attack them.

They had brought a large number of people, many of whom were not saints, sent merely to plunder the Lin clan. Now, they were being harvested like crops, falling row after row. The fierce beasts opened their mouths and sucked, creating a darkened sky, and in the blink of an eye, they had nearly devoured everyone.

This was a gruesome scene. The He family members were completely unable to resist. Broken limbs and severed bodies lay everywhere, blood rained down, and the sky itself was stained red.

A flash of crimson light streaked past, a spear-like barb piercing through heaven and earth, puncturing the forehead of another saint from the He family. The Heavenly Scorpion, one of the Twelve Saints, had struck, ruthless and deadly, killing with a single blow.

He hailed from the Heavenly Scorpion clan, possessing immense power. At first glance, he didn't differ much from humans, except for a blood-red scorpion tail protruding from his back, which possessed extreme offensive power and could pierce saint artifacts.

The others were furious, saying, “Heavenly Scorpion, you’re stealing our spoils! He was trapped by us, he couldn’t possibly escape. You suddenly came in and snatched our blood-meal!”

The crimson tip of the scorpion tail pierced the man’s skull, instantly draining him of all vitality, energy, and spirit. The Heavenly Scorpion’s body glowed, its blood-red long hair fluttered, and its eyes were as sharp as lightning.

All the He family members cried out in dismay. Two saints, quickly slain just like that! Their clan was extremely powerful, with two Saint Kings and three saints, yet now they had suddenly lost two of them. Their hearts bled, and they felt utterly cold.

“Excellent! So powerful! So ferocious!” Wang Xi clenched her small fists and waved them vigorously, highly excited, yet at the same time, her face turned a little pale, finding it too bloody.

All the experts from the Wang family and the Lin clan agreed with her, especially the last sentence. Indeed, they were too ferocious! These ancient beasts and exotic creatures were all astonishing, with even the lowest-ranked among them being at the Seventh Heaven of the Saint realm.

What does that even mean? Twelve powerhouses of this caliber—it was truly astonishing!

“They are truly strong!” Lin Ling also couldn't remain calm. Although she didn't shriek like her daughter, she couldn't hide her excitement. She looked at Ye Fan, wondering about the true background of her husband's old friend, and how he could lead such a group of saints. It was simply heaven-defying.

The He family had five great magnates. For this particular operation, they had brought one Saint King and two saints. Now, having lost two of them, the remaining members were pale-faced.

However, they still had a significant fighting force. They had enlisted four ancient demons from the Primordial Mountains, all high-tier saints who had cultivated for several millennia.

Unfortunately, these ancient demons refused to fight. Witnessing the terrifying ferocity of the Twelve Saints, they cursed the He family's ancestors eight generations back and promptly fled.

“Is this what the He family called a ‘declining clan’? Damn it, I’ve never seen such a ‘declining family’ that could summon twelve saints, each more savage than the last, with a mere whistle!”

“Where do you think you’re going? Since you’re here, stay put!” The Dragon-Horse, as the leader of the Twelve Saints, led the charge. It rose on its hind legs, employing the 'Movement' secret art, its two hind hooves planted on the ground, transforming into a streak of lightning as it surged forward, blocking their escape path.

The four ancient demons panicked. They had never seen such a ferocious horse, one that didn’t follow ordinary paths, damn it, actually running on its hind legs! It was truly too savage!

They tried to traverse the void, but simply couldn't. A pack of howling, ferocious figures behind them had completely surrounded and sealed off the sky around them.

“Uncle Wang, what is the meaning of this? Even if you disagree with the marriage alliance, you could have just said so! Can't we just retreat?” He Qingyang shouted, his face ashen white.

He was a direct descendant of the He family's younger generation, having already 'severed his path' many years ago. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he could become a saint in the future. He was a core disciple of the He family, and with his handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, he was deeply favored by the Saint King ancestor.

Wang Chen retorted, “Shameless! Seeing that my maternal grandfather had an accident, your He family was the first to jump out, secretly planning to butcher my clan and even drawing in ancient demons from the Primordial Mountains. And now you can still say such things?”

Wang Xi was already fuming. The He family was clearly after the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill fragments, intending to eradicate their clan, yet they spoke so righteously, even mentioning a marriage alliance, wanting to devour them until not even their bones remained.

“Uncle Wang, if you let us go, we’ll let bygones be bygones. The He family will absolutely not seek revenge. Regardless of whether Saint King Lin Han can overcome this hurdle, we will uphold our promise,” He Qingyang said. He shivered with fear because these fierce beasts were too terrifying. Even hiding behind his Grand-Ancestor, he felt a chill throughout his body. He noticed that his Grand-Ancestor was in a standoff with the golden lion, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, the Heavenly Scorpion, and others, not daring to act rashly. He immediately realized that even his Grand-Ancestor, a Saint King, might not be able to guarantee a victory.

Wang Ziwen let out a long breath, feeling immense relief. Recently, he had been in a perilous situation, suffocated by the pressure from his adversaries. He never expected Ye Fan to appear, leading such a powerful group of saints. It felt somewhat unreal, but after calming down, his heart was filled with excitement and exhilaration.

“Wang Ziwen, what is your intention? Are you truly unwilling to let this go?” the middle-aged man leading the He family said in a deep voice. He was one of the clan's Saint Kings.

Wang Ziwen knew well that Saint Kings were supreme, not to be opposed by mere saints. Ye Fan shook his head, signaling that it was fine and they could kill them all.

Wang Ziwen immediately straightened up and said, “Senior He Kun, didn’t you just say that if I didn’t marry off my daughter, you would flatten my Wang family and Lin clan? You already harbored the intent to butcher my clan, and you still ask me what I want? Don’t you find that laughable?!”

Lin Ling also nodded, her heart filled with hatred. The opposing side had taken advantage of their precarious situation, intending to eradicate their clan and seize the immortal pill fragments. For profit, they had abandoned all conscience, becoming utterly cold and ruthless.

“Alright, if that’s how it is, then let’s see who gets annihilated in the end!” He Kun said fiercely. At this point, it was a fight to the death; any soft words were useless.

“Ah…”

Just then, the four ancient demons in the distance all screamed one after another. The group of fierce beasts, led by the Dragon-Horse, divided them up, killed them all, and swallowed them.

At the same time, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, the golden lion, the Heavenly Scorpion, and others also launched fierce attacks against Saint King He Kun.

“They… can fight a Saint King?” Wang Ziwen asked uncertainly. Although He Kun was at the lower tier of the Saint King realm, he could definitely look down upon mere saints.

“Don’t worry, none of these guys are easy to deal with,” Ye Fan said. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought them along to follow him.

“Lion, Scorpion, Crocodile, don’t think of hogging it all! This is a Saint King! Leave an arm for me!”

“I want a leg!”

“The head is mine!”

The group of fierce beasts howled and roared, having just devoured the four ancient demons. They charged towards He Kun, scrambling over each other. Even the Dragon-Horse, as their leader, couldn’t restrain them. Faced with even more tempting blood and flesh, these saints had terrifying eyes, sharp as lightning, and charged relentlessly.

“Brat, you said you wanted to marry that girl? I think you’d better reincarnate. Next life, when my cubs are born, perhaps you can marry one of them,” said a black bear, which had reached the Eighth Heaven of Saint Beast realm. It stood on its hind legs, ten zhang tall, its black fur glossy and smooth, several feet long. At that moment, it opened its gaping maw, an utterly terrifying sight.

He Qingyang felt his calves cramp. These enemies were too terrifying. In an unguarded moment, he was sucked away by a massive force, and the next instant, he found himself in the embrace of the Black Bear Saint.

“Oh, my heavens!”

He was so scared his eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted. How could he suddenly be caught in the embrace of this Saint Bear? There was nothing worse than this!

“Grand-Ancestor, save me!” He Qingyang cried out, his face utterly devoid of color, struggling frantically. But trying to escape from the embrace of a Saint Bear was no different from a madman’s dream.

With a splat, he was crushed alive into a pulpy mess, then devoured by the Saint Bear’s enormous, crimson tongue, becoming its food.

“No…” Saint King He Kun’s eyes were bloodshot. All the people he commanded had been utterly trampled. Now, only he remained, unable to even protect his most favored descendant. He charged forward desperately.

However, he was surrounded by the Twelve Great Saints and couldn't break free. He was beaten until blood flowed freely, his hair disheveled, on the verge of total annihilation of body and spirit at any moment.

This was simply unbelievable. The Saint King’s prestige and pressure had no effect whatsoever. These fierce beasts were one more domineering than the last, ignoring his forbidden arts and continuously charging, like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep.

Not a single one of these fierce beasts was ordinary; all could fight above their rank, each a king among beasts. And those exotic creatures were also extremely terrifying, all ruthless individuals.

He Kun clearly realized that these sacred beasts and exotic creatures were not even fighting with their full power; each of them was incredibly relaxed. His chances of survival were slim.

“Splat!”

A flash of bloody light streaked past. The golden lion swung a claw, tearing off over a pound of flesh and blood from He Kun’s back. Holy blood splattered, causing him excruciating pain.

“So powerful! They can actually fight a Saint King! So ferocious! I love it!” Wang Xi clapped her hands, exclaiming. The girl’s lively romanticism overcame her fear of the gore. She turned to Ye Fan and said, “Uncle, I idolize you! Where did you find these powerful individuals? I want to join you too!”

Her face was filled with excitement as she clamored to join the ferocious battle.

Wang Ziwen was also immensely shocked. He could no longer comprehend Ye Fan's path, but he knew that this crisis might be resolved with the help of his old classmate.

“Ah…”

Saint King He Kun let out a sharp cry. His right rear shoulder was pierced by a crimson scorpion tail, bleeding profusely, and his entire body became numb. Even with the formidable physique of a Saint King, he couldn't move at all.

Roar!

The twelve ferocious beings clamored and swarmed him, tearing him apart in an instant, each snatching their spoils. A Saint King of his generation was dismembered and killed.

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