Chapter 1451: Blood Battle

In the Divine Realm, the Great Saints are approaching the gates, about to ignite a grand and magnificent siege battle, involving a major confrontation between ancient Imperial Weapons!

Meanwhile, the Divine Demon Burial Ground belongs to the young Supremes from various ancient domains. Believing they couldn't contend with the Great Saints and cultivators wielding Ancient Emperor Weapons, they have been cultivating in seclusion in this area. Now, events are unfolding rapidly!

Ye Fan was in the midst of enlightenment when the heroes launched their encirclement.

In that battle years ago, his performance was astonishing, and with the exposure of the Bodhi Tree, it was impossible for people not to be driven to madness.

The Dragon Horse neighed loudly, its body shimmering with brilliant colors. It stepped through the void without causing ripples, having mastered the "Movement" secret art to perfection. Entangling with a supreme expert, it transformed into a beam of light, moving with extreme speed.

It was a unique Sacred Spirit, born from the essence of heaven and earth, naturally possessing immense power. Having inherited the legacy of ancient ancestors, it had undergone decades of transformation, crystallizing its Dao power, and was now at its strongest.

"Horse Tramples Flying Sparrow!"

The Dragon Horse roared, its dragon scales flaring out across its body. Its four hooves rose together, and the moment they descended, space erupted. This was the "Heaven Trampling Step," and the "sparrow" it trampled was not an ordinary bird, but a Vermilion Bird.

This grand technique carried astonishing implications: firstly, it showcased the incredible speed of the Dragon Horse clan, and secondly, it demonstrated their world-shattering attack power. To trample the Vermilion Bird of the Immortal Realm — how defying of the heavens was that?

The Dragon Horse's enemy was formidable: a purple divine deer, possessing immense strength and extraordinary speed. However, at this moment, the Divine Deer King was terrified, unable to evade the descending hooves!

Furthermore, a massive fluctuation made its soul tremble, as if it were facing a supreme celestial beast from the Heavenly Realm, making it want to kneel in submission.

"Puff!"

As the horse trampled the Vermilion Bird, the Dragon Horse's four hooves descended, causing the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers to tremble, as if a great world were shattering. The moment they landed, blood splattered in all directions; the divine deer couldn't resist, its bones fractured inch by inch, and its flesh exploded.

"I have risen; who dares to contend with me?" The Dragon Horse successfully concluded its battle. It stood upright like an unparalleled master, swaggering with pride.

After a moment of silence, the place instantly erupted into chaos. Battle cries shook the heavens!

A group of people charged forward, none of them conceding defeat. Ancient treasures and magical artifacts rained down, overwhelming the Dragon Horse. If hit, it would surely be reduced to bloody pulp and shattered bones.

Many powerful experts attacked one after another. Pang Bo and Ji Haoyue were forced to intervene to help the Dragon Horse, blocking the advance of the crowd and, more importantly, preventing them from approaching the Bodhi Tree and Ye Fan in the center.

However, there were truly too many people. Ye Fan's enlightenment caused such a grand phenomenon that it alerted everyone in the area. Hearing the commotion, almost all the young Supremes rushed over.

"I, Ji, am here! Who dares to fight me?" Ji Haoyue roared. Behind him, a vast azure sea surged, instantly disintegrating the weapons that had fallen into it, turning them into scrap metal.

Above his head, a bright moon shone brilliantly, sweeping across, destroying everything in its path. It shattered the Saint King artifacts of several individuals, obliterating them in mid-air.

The Divine King stood alone at the forefront, facing the multitude of heroes, exuding an aura of one man holding off ten thousand.

"Merely a Divine Physique, not even reaching the pinnacle of the Saint King realm, yet daring to overestimate himself and block the way like a mantis trying to stop a chariot." Just then, a cold sneer echoed.

Many people parted to reveal the speaker: it was the Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake. He stepped out from the crowd, standing beside the Eldest Young Master of the Golden Snake, his expression cold, carrying an air of cruelty and sinister intent.

As before, he appeared in his serpentine form, not having transformed into a human. He was about a *zhang* long and as thick as a small bucket, his body gleaming like poured gold, emanating a dangerous aura. His gaze was sinister, piercing through the human wall to stare at Ye Fan in the back, filled with malice.

"Oh, look who it is, a long worm," the Dragon Horse said bluntly.

The Divine King Ji Haoyue possessed great dignity and did not engage in verbal disputes, but the Dragon Horse was always one to give as good as it got, retaliating immediately even in verbal exchanges.

"Your second and third brothers tasted pretty good."

This single sentence from the Dragon Horse almost made the Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake explode with rage, his eyes bloodshot and filled with extreme hatred. Even the Eldest Young Master of the Golden Snake, who usually showed no emotion, had his face darken, becoming terrifying to behold.

"Why are you glaring? Do you know we finished the snake stew and you're bringing more meat?" the Dragon Horse scoffed. Its words were undeniably harsh and provocative, enough to make anyone furious and unable to swallow their anger.

"I'll kill you!" the Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake roared.

"Who's afraid of whom? I could stomp ten of you to death with one hoof. Let's make more snake stew!" The Dragon Horse retorted sharply, its large, bell-like eyes blazing with ferocity.

The Eldest Young Master of the Golden Snake's expression remained cold. He glanced at his younger brother, instantly halting him, then stated coldly, "Kill!"

At his level, he was only one step away from becoming a Great Saint, with profound cultivation. He seemed unwilling to lower himself to personally intervene, and also appeared wary of the unseen Green Bronze Cauldron.

Behind them, numerous powerful experts were eyeing the Bodhi Tree, all desiring to claim it for themselves. With such a leading figure giving the command, everyone immediately responded.

Battle cries shook the heavens as a bloody battle was about to commence. All the heroes rose up and charged towards the Bodhi Tree and Ye Fan.

"Let's see who dares to cross this line!" Ji Haoyue roared.

The situation was critical and anxiety-inducing. Ye Fan's enlightenment was at a crucial juncture; if interrupted, the consequences would be unimaginable, potentially incinerating thirty years of painstaking effort.

Ji Haoyue stood firm in the center, scanning everyone. He activated his Heaven's Evolution Divine Art, seizing every opportune moment and analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the battle, then decisively struck.

With a thunderous roar, three thousand divine demons appeared behind him, howling as if to shatter the nine heavens!

They were like phantom demonic mountains, indistinct yet standing side by side, exuding an oppressive aura. Three thousand runes flashed simultaneously, as if tearing through space and time from the mythical era.

Successive "puffs" sounded as three figures were struck by the three thousand divine demons. Their bodies shattered, blood gushed forth, and they fell from high in the sky, then plunged with a splash into the Divine King's phenomenon — "The Moon Rising Over the Sea."

They broke apart inch by inch. All three young supreme experts who had dominated their respective regions were utterly destroyed, turning into streams of primordial essence that were swallowed by the azure sea, completely perishing.

The Divine King Ji Haoyue stood formidable and brimming with killing intent at the front, intending to block everyone by himself. This instantly quieted the chaotic situation.

"What are you waiting for, everyone? Charge through and uproot that treasure tree! It's just a Divine Physique blocking the way; what does it matter?" Someone yelled, clearly unwilling to give up.

The Bodhi Tree stood before them, an immortal medicine comparable to the Ancient Tree of Life in the Divine Realm, for which many Great Saints had fought to the death. Now, an equivalent tree existed here, and unlike the Divine Realm where it was guarded by immense powers, this treasure tree seemed masterless. There were no Great Saints, nor any killing array diagrams from the Heavenly Venerable of the Spirit Treasure. The current owner was undergoing enlightenment, in a state of neither life nor death, and could be ignored. A great fortune awaited those who dared to contend for it.

For the heroes to collectively kill Ji Haoyue, the Dragon Horse, and the others was far easier than facing an Ancient Imperial Weapon of the Extreme Dao. The difference could be measured in tens of thousands of times. How could they miss this chance? Opportunity knocks but once!

The bolder ones loudly called out to the hesitant cultivators, urging them to charge forward, break through this barrier, seize the Bodhi Tree, and kill Ji Ziyue and the others.

"Do you really think we're easy to bully? Every kind of demon and monster has shown up. Master Pang will make you understand that passing this test will require a bloody price!" He stood tall, brimming with demonic energy, and behind him, swords chimed, shaking the heavens. Nine Immortal Swords appeared, cutting across the sky.

"Kill him!" The heroes advanced, wanting to rush past.

"Phoenix Soars Nine Heavens!" Pang Bo roared.

The nine Immortal Swords, each of a different color, shimmered with nine distinct splendors. They shot forth light that dimmed the sun, moon, and stars, cleaving heaven and earth like nine brilliant plumes.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered. In the dazzling radiance of the nine Immortal Swords, several figures were successively dismembered: some had their heads severed and flung high, some were split into upper and lower halves, and others were cleaved straight down the middle, accompanied by large sprays of blood.

The nine Immortal Swords were connected to Pang Bo's body, appearing like nine blazing, dazzling plumes. With a resounding whoosh, he soared into the sky, resembling a divine phoenix reborn from nirvana!

This was a terrifying, peerless killing technique. It instantly killed several people and immediately deterred other powerful experts, making them halt their advance.

No one was fearless of death; it was merely a matter of degree. At this moment, knowing death was certain, no one was willing to be the first to charge forward.

Pang Bo gasped for breath. This secret art was incredibly draining, almost completely exhausting him. Such a single strike was more tiring and terrifying than fighting for thousands of rounds.

What should have been a protracted battle was condensed by him; one strike decided the victory. If he hadn't stopped them just now, the situation would have been reversed, and he would have been dismembered in a single clash!

Pang Bo had gone all out. Blood was clearly visible around his mouth and nose, yet he stood ramrod straight. Having eliminated several enemies in one battle, his chest heaved violently. He then pulled out a piece of coffin lid and began to chew it, making crunching sounds.

The scene was somewhat bizarre, leaving everyone both astonished and shaken.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Eldest Young Master of the Golden Snake moved. Like an unparalleled demonic overlord emerging, with his first step, heaven and earth shook, as if to kill the Dragon Horse, Ji Haoyue, and the others. He was not far from becoming a Great Saint, wielding intimidating power at the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven of Saint Kings, exuding an overwhelming aura!

The surroundings trembled as several other powerful auras, feeling the pressure, simultaneously surged skyward, also preparing to advance. Clearly, no one was willing to concede in the struggle for this great fortune; everyone desired it for themselves.

With a buzzing sound, the Eldest Young Master of the Golden Snake let out a soft hiss and spat out an array diagram: the perfectly intact Teng Snake Diagram. It was meant not only for Ji Haoyue and his allies but also to deter the multitude of heroes.

Everyone's expression changed. The power of this array diagram was evident to all; it was most likely a Quasi-Emperor Weapon. Although it might have been sealed, it still inspired immense dread.

Ji Haoyue stepped forward. A brilliant light erupted from his crown, piercing through the clouds and sky. An ancient mirror flew out, etched with the marks of time, exuding an aura of ancient vicissitude.

A wisp of Great Emperor's aura flashed and vanished!

"What?!" Everyone was shocked. Could this be an Imperial Weapon? The heroes continuously retreated.

Unfortunately, the mirror only faintly emitted an Emperor's aura, which quickly receded and did not reappear. However, that immense oppressive power still stunned everyone.

"This isn't a forbidden artifact imprinted with Imperial might, but rather a replica of the Void Mirror, forged by an ancient ancestor who was once an Imperial Son," Ji Ziyue explained via telepathy to Pang Bo and the Dragon Horse.

"Kill!"

Ji Haoyue activated the replica Void Mirror and battled the Eldest Young Master of the Golden Snake. At this point, the focus was no longer on the two individuals, but on the confrontation between the treasure mirror and the Teng Snake Diagram.

"Don't wait any longer, everyone! See what defense they have left; kill them!" Others roared.

A chaotic battle erupted, with blood splattering everywhere. The most desperate fight was taking place here, with even Ji Ziyue and the little one fighting to the death, their divine robes stained with blood.

"Boom!"

Ji Ziyue's robes fluttered as she drew upon the primordial essence of the Divine Demon Ridge, replenishing her allies' divine power and keeping them at their peak.

Someone lunged at her, only to be met by a tidal wave of essence qi as vast as mountains and seas. It was an essence qi calamity, more severe than the falling sky, crushing that person inch by inch, reducing them to bloody mud and bone fragments.

The little one chirped, appearing delicate and innocent, but its brilliant divine feathers swept out golden light, like ten thousand arrows firing simultaneously, severely wounding some of the young Supremes.

The crowd surged forward, attacking frantically. These were no ordinary Saint Kings; they were supreme existences with aspirations for the Imperial Path. Even powerful figures like Pang Bo and the Dragon Horse were wounded in an instant, their bodies bleeding profusely due to the sheer number of opponents.

"Hehehe..." the Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake chuckled sinisterly, leading a few individuals to bypass the chaotic battle and head straight for the Bodhi Tree.

He not only wanted to seize the treasure tree but also to personally snuff out a genius, ensuring Ye Fan died with eternal regret right here.

"What's a heaven-defying supreme? Only those who survive are truly strong. Human Sacred Body, no matter your immense skill or peerless physique, what good is it? Even with heaven-reaching abilities, it's useless; you have no chance! To enter enlightenment at this moment and be unable to awaken, that's your fate. I'll send you on your way!" The Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake laughed chillingly, his voice sending shivers down spines. Filled with malice and hatred, he strode forward, intent on a brutal kill to finish Ye Fan.

A hundred *zhangs* away, he opened his mouth and spat out a Teng Snake Spike. It was terrifyingly black, shining with a cold glint. Initially as thin as an ox's hair, it instantly transformed into a *zhang*-long, black, sinister spear, shooting towards Ye Fan's glabella.

This was a decisive killing blow. The Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake launched a sneak attack, disregarding any notion of fairness, intending to eliminate Ye Fan by any means necessary, denying him the chance to complete his cultivation and leaving him with eternal regret.

"Roar..."

Suddenly, a roar echoed, causing everyone on the battlefield to feel their blood and qi surge, their bodies swaying precariously, stumbling backward.

The illusory figure formed by the golden blood qi that had long surged from Ye Fan's crown, like a divine demon, broke free from tens of thousands of runes. It swooped down, its divine might overwhelming the world.

This was not his true body; the illusory form lacked a primordial spirit and had been constantly refining an invincible fist intent. At this moment, it generated the most powerful martial will, manifesting the Heavenly Emperor's Fist. It looked down upon all heavens and myriad domains, surging with golden light, treating even the Second Young Master of the Golden Snake as a divine demon rune, striking down violently to temper its fist intent.

The enormous roar caused several people below to cough up mouthfuls of blood. The Immortal Altars of two individuals directly shattered, and then their bodies exploded, literally torn apart by the roar, dying on the spot.

Everyone was horrified, completely stunned!

How powerful was this martial will? What kind of Dao and techniques was Ye Fan evolving? To reach such a formidable realm deeply shocked everyone's heart.

"You..." The Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake was greatly alarmed. His foolproof assassination attempt had encountered an unforeseen turn of events.

Originally, just one person going up would have been enough to disrupt Ye Fan's enlightenment and condemn him to eternal doom. Who would have thought such an invincible martial will would emerge at this critical moment!

The Teng Snake Spike instantly shattered, and brilliant light scattered across the sky. In the end, only a golden fist remained, smashing down with immense force. The Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake could not evade it, nor could he block it. Dozens of his magical artifacts were consecutively destroyed, and his ancient treasures turned to dust.

"Big Brother, save me!" the Fourth Young Master of the Golden Snake cried out, trembling uncontrollably. For the first time, he felt such profound fear, regretting having provoked such a terrifying individual, almost collapsing on the spot.

Unfortunately, it was too late. This invincible martial will directly obliterated him with a single punch. He exploded with a roar, sending shattered bones and flesh splattering, utterly annihilated in both body and spirit.

"How is that possible?!" Many people shrieked in disbelief, feeling a chill run through their bodies. This was merely a fist intent. Ye Fan's true body hadn't even moved; he remained seated beneath the Bodhi Tree, yet he had effortlessly slain a Teng Snake, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

"We absolutely cannot let him succeed in his enlightenment! Destroy him now!" Many roared, attacking in unison.