Chapter 1472: Immortal Sword Invincible

Ye Fan, holding the blood-dripping immortal sword, roared. His voice was sonorous like the booming of a golden bell, shaking eardrums painfully, imbued with an inviolable majesty and great power.

Liu Feng's head rolled to the ground, and blood spurted. His body remained upright, attempting to reattach its head, while his primordial spirit tried to break free and soar into the sky.

However, his body only convulsed a few times before suddenly exploding. His head burst into a bloody pulp with a soft pop, and his primordial spirit failed to escape at all.

This was the immortal sword's killing intent; once it entered a body, even a Great Saint would fall with regret. A wisp of Emperor's aura had destroyed all life force in his entire body.

"Feng'er!" Liu Mingde cried out, his eyes red. He watched helplessly, unable to do anything.

"Uncle!" the teenager also cried out, his eyes like a wolf's, glaring fiercely at Ye Fan, grinding his teeth.

The hope of their clan was shattered. A newly ascended Great Saint had fallen. They had thought his primordial spirit would escape, but he was utterly annihilated, body and soul.

Everyone in the city trembled under the might of the Emperor Armament, horrified. How could a peerless Great Saint die just like that? An unparalleled ancient artifact suddenly appeared, changing the outcome and striking terror into their hearts.

"The Immortal Sword, a peerless artifact refined by the Celestial Venerable Lingbao, carries the most terrifying will in the heavens and earth, possessing boundless killing intent," an elder figure murmured.

This weapon was truly unique. Aside from its world-shaking lethality when combined with the formation diagram, the sheer volume of killing intent it contained was enough to make anyone tremble.

Legend had it that this was one of the most intensely murderous weapons from ancient times, with few, if any, equals.

The sword body was dark red and lacked luster, yet it exuded a terrifying aura of overwhelming power. A single swing seemed capable of cleaving even the heavens.

This immortal sword was steeped in ancient mystique, yet its destructive power was immense. It was engraved with scenes of slaying immortals, rumored to have been carved after it once pierced into the Immortal Domain.

Its killing aura resonated through past, present, and future. From ancient times to now, there had been perplexing rumors about it, making it impossible to discern truth from falsehood.

"Wasn't it still lacking something? How can he control this killing sword now?" Pang Bo asked in surprise.

For the past twenty years, they had attempted various methods of refinement, but this sword was extremely dangerous. Even with Ye Fan mastering the Celestial Venerable Lingbao's "Scripture of Transcending Humanity," he couldn't fully wield it, always encountering some barrier.

He hadn't expected Ye Fan to completely utilize it now, capable of wreaking havoc. It was an Emperor Armament, after all; a single mistake could lead to self-harm.

"This final trial is very special. The city's construction materials are rare divine substances. Zi Yue has tapped into all of their essence to help Ye Fan," Ji Haoyue secretly transmitted.

Pang Bo was surprised and excited. He said, "After this synergy, Ye Fan will be able to establish a connection with this sword, and it can be put to great use in the future."

Ye Fan, holding the sword in one hand and dragging its blade behind him, strode forward with meteoric speed, pressing towards Wang Tianyu. He was determined to slaughter all in his path, even if a Great Saint stood in his way.

Wang Tianyu's expression changed; he was truly terrified at this moment. Despite being a Great Saint, standing among the strongest in the current era, he was still afraid when facing the weapon of an ancient Great Emperor—and for good reason.

Ancient Great Emperors were all invincible; their weapons contained their spiritual will and their invincible Dao. Outsiders simply could not contend against them.

"Wait!" Wang Tianyu shouted. If this immortal sword struck, he wouldn't be able to withstand it. If he couldn't evade it, he would most likely perish here.

Ye Fan's expression remained indifferent. The immortal sword in his hand dripped with blood, not pausing for a moment. As the void twisted under its pressure, he directly raised his hand and brought the sword down.

Wang Tianyu rapidly dodged, but the sword qi was like a vast ocean, surging down with immense power, impossible to fully evade. He was trapped within the city, so his movements were restricted, making escape difficult.

At this critical moment, he opened his mouth and spat out a large flag, which flapped fiercely. This was his famous weapon, radiating terrifying saintly might, like another version of himself.

"Crack!"

The result sent chills down everyone's spines: with just one swing, Ye Fan cleaved the Great Saint's flagpole in two, and all its laws and order instantly ceased.

Finally, with a thunderous roar, the great flag exploded, completely shattered, destroyed by the sword's aftermath, turning into a pile of dust.

How could they fight this? Ye Fan, wielding an Emperor Armament, was virtually invincible. Who could contend against him? It was beyond human resistance, unless another Emperor Armament could be borrowed.

"What should we do?" Everyone was anxious. The siege on Ye Fan had been a grand event, destined for success, to claim his head. Who could have foreseen it escalating to this point?

Wang Tianyu shouted, trying to buy time, filled with deep regret. He had never imagined that a Saint King could pose such a threat to a Great Saint like himself.

However, a cruel smile played on Ye Fan's lips. How could he stop now? These people had all wanted to kill him just moments ago; he wouldn't give them a chance to breathe.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling sword light flared, magnificent and awe-inspiring, cleaving downwards. This time, Wang Tianyu spat out essence blood, transforming it into a Dao body to bear the calamity in his stead.

Unfortunately, it was useless; the sword light still descended. His other arm flew off, directly severed, even with his divine speed.

With a bang, half of his body exploded, sending blood mist and shattered bones splattering in all directions.

Emperor Armaments are irresistible!

Not even a Great Saint could resist; even if not directly hit, the mere brush of its aftermath unleashed an unparalleled attack that even those below the Great Emperor realm could not withstand.

Wang Tianyu was utterly terrified, chilled to the bone. For so many years, standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, he had long forgotten what fear was, but now he was experiencing it anew.

"No!" he roared, filled with unwillingness, rapidly retreating. Yet, his body was tearing apart inch by inch. Although only a wisp of the sword's light had grazed him, its aura remained inextinguishable, destroying his flesh and bones.

With a whoosh, a small blue figure screamed, bursting from his skull. His primordial spirit fled, but his physical body collapsed, torn apart by the sword's light, gushing blood.

With a thunderous boom, Wang Tianyu reformed his physical body in the distance. It had to be said that Great Saints were terrifyingly powerful, defying ordinary logic; even with only a primordial spirit and some essence blood remaining, they could re-create a body from nothing.

However, what awaited him was still the killing sword. Ye Fan fixed his gaze on him, refusing to let go, and cleaved downwards.

Blood light flew three thousand feet high; life and death were decided in an instant. It was lamentable that a Great Saint suffered continuous misfortune; this time, he was directly cut in half at the waist. His upper body flew thousands of meters away before disintegrating into a pool of blood.

His upper body bore the brunt of the killing intent. Wang Tianyu was annihilated!

Although his lower body was damaged, one leg remained, untouched by the killing intent, and thus not completely destroyed.

"Dead! Another Great Saint is dead!"

Everyone was covered in goosebumps from fright. This killing sword was too terrifying; possessing the world's most potent killing intent, it had destroyed an elder Great Saint.

"This... is unbelievable." People trembled, retreating continuously. They didn't know what to do; many nearly collapsed to the ground.

Ye Fan also paid a great price for this. The Emperor Armament devoured divine power. Fortunately, his vitality was as vast as an ocean, and this city was extraordinary, allowing him to draw upon a significant amount of essence qi. Moreover, Ji Ziyue was assisting him, channeling immense essence qi into his body through interwoven laws.

As a result, he was not completely drained of his saintly power. Furthermore, by using the Secret of All, he recovered and stood in an invincible position.

It was also fortunate that it wasn't the four swords combined; only one was present, making it not a truly complete Emperor Armament and thus lacking some power. Otherwise, it would have consumed even more divine power.

This wasn't merely simple activation; it allowed the sword to recover some of its divine might.

With a wave of Ye Fan's hand, the remaining Great Saint's leg flew up and landed near the ancient Golden Peng. It spread its golden wings, swooped over, snatched the leg, and began to devour it.

The crowd stared in astonishment. That was a Great Saint's leg!

Pang Bo sighed, "Do all who comprehend the Dao under the Bodhi tree have this habit of 'cutting flesh to feed eagles'?"

The Golden Lion, Black Bear Saint, and others inwardly scoffed, *Is that the same? The former means cutting one's own flesh to feed tigers or gouging out one's own flesh to feed eagles. That's *their own* flesh. The latter is taking someone else's flesh—a Great Saint's leg—to feed a Golden Peng. It's completely different.*

"There's still some difference," Pang Bo said, feeling Ye Fan was being too wasteful; that was a Great Saint's leg, after all.

"You two really are from the same place," even Ji Haoyue couldn't help but interject, unable to listen any longer.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of immortal light shot up. Liu Mingde cried out and turned to flee, but where could he escape to? The city was sealed to trap Ye Fan and prevent outside rescue, making it difficult to open in a short time.

The Liu family's ancestral artifact, Fengdu, flew up. Liu Mingde wanted to use it to resist, but the artifact whimpered, shot towards the sky, refusing to fight, and vanished from the battlefield.

"No, wait! Stop!" Liu Mingde cried out.

"Splat!"

The only response he received was a single sword strike. Blood spurted high as Liu Mingde's head rolled to the ground, then, with a soft pop, both head and body dissolved into a pool of blood, dying tragically on the spot.

"As an enforcer, what face do you have left to live in this world?"

On the other side, the teenager's eyes flickered with a sinister light as he turned and retreated.

However, a golden fist, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, suddenly struck. With a pop, his entire body was torn into pieces, instantly pulverized on the spot.

"You... you're too ruthless!" cried the enforcer who had come with Liu Mingde.

"Leave him to me." Pang Bo flickered, transforming into a phantom and rushing forward, raising his palm to strike. The situation had long since turned, and they now held the absolute upper hand.

"It's your turn!" Ye Fan finally spoke, fixing his gaze on the Silver Blood Great Saint, pressing forward.

"Whoosh!"

However, Ye Fan swung his sword, not at the Silver Blood Great Saint first, but towards one of the city gates. Immediately, blood splattered, and several people died unexpectedly.

Furthermore, a powerful fluctuation rapidly shifted sideways, retreating into the distance.

"Qi Tian, stop hiding. I already knew you were secretly sealing the ancient city. Why are you so eager to open the seal now? Too bad, it's too late!" Ye Fan said coldly.

Everyone was shocked. To deal with merely a Saint King, four Great Saints had actually joined forces within this city. Without the Emperor Armament, Ye Fan's end would have been dismal.

"Qi Tian is here too? He's a Guardian of the Human Ancient Road; how could he do this?!" people murmured. This was truly outrageous.

Qi Tian's face darkened. He could no longer hide; Ye Fan's Heavenly Source Eye had captured the trace of his true form, forcing him to reveal himself.

"As a Guardian of the human race, yet so utterly without principles, colluding with foreign races—what exactly are you trying to do?" Ye Fan shouted, like an enraged god.

Qi Tian's expression was grim. This battle was supposed to be a sure thing, meant to stifle Ye Fan's growth. Who would have thought such an unexpected turn of events would occur?

"If the Ancient Road has come to this, I say it's better to just break it!" Ye Fan declared.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. *This couldn't be true, could it? If he truly became ruthless, he would most likely do something horrific that would shake all of history.*

"There's going to be a major purge on the Ancient Road. Enforcers, Guardians—you've disgraced your names. Some prominent clans should be uprooted entirely," Ye Fan stated calmly.