Chapter 1520: Great Slaughter

"Even so, you didn't need to kill him. That's too vicious. Couldn't you have just refused to enter the formation?" Granny Feng shouted from the shadows, sneering repeatedly and loudly reproaching Ye Fan. She questioned him and called on all races to rise together and eliminate him.

By now, Ye Fan had grown even colder. He calmly stated, "He himself once said that we were sworn enemies, that it would be a fight to the death. Since he was the first to use unscrupulous methods, luring me into a formation, do I still need to consult anyone about killing him?"

The implication was clear: since they were enemies, he would simply kill them. Ye Fan had no desire to argue, and at the same time, he warned Granny Feng that the same fate awaited her if she insisted on being an adversary.

"Argh..." The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage roared furiously, his heart, liver, and lungs practically bursting with rage. His Quasi-Emperor formation had been useless, and he was being ridiculed and mocked in such a way. How could he endure it? He repeatedly rebuked, "You are so reckless and immoral, slaughtering people here without any regard for rules! Heaven will not tolerate this!"

Ye Fan sneered, "You clearly harbored malicious intentions, and in the end, I saw through them and killed him directly. Yet you speak with such indignation? Have you no shame, no dignity?"

"What's wrong with Prince Huaizun setting up a killing formation? You were afraid to enter, but instead resorted to such despicable acts. What kind of skill is that?" Granny Feng rebuked from the shadows.

"Very well then, if we're going by your logic, I, Ye, will also set up an Emperor Armament formation here and invite you to enter and break it. Do you dare?!" With a clang, Ye Fan drew out the Immortal Sword of the Celestial Venerable Lingbao. Cold light flashed, and formation patterns emerged, forming a void image of immortal slaughter, as if it were reality.

He scanned his surroundings, inviting the Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage and those who had been rebuking him from the shadows to enter the formation and fight.

"You..." The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage, red-faced and flustered, trembled with rage, pointing at Ye Fan. "All fellow cultivators, you've seen it, haven't you? He's gone too far! Keeping this child alive will only lead to disaster sooner or later."

He incited the crowd, hoping everyone would act together to suppress and kill Ye Fan, especially the great ancient imperial families, who were all his targets for assistance.

"Please, everyone, lend a hand! When our clan's Great Emperor descends upon this star in the future, he will never forget your kindness!" At this point, the Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage even made such a promise, astonishing everyone. He offered a grand future, swearing to eliminate Ye Fan.

"What, are you ashamed and angry?" Ye Fan was calm and composed. He faintly sneered, "Now I've set up an Emperor Armament. Isn't it the same principle for you to enter the formation? Why do you refuse? Why do you say I've gone too far? If you don't dare to enter, then don't complain on behalf of Prince Huaizun!"

"Everyone, if we don't eliminate him today, we will surely regret it in the future! This child is vicious and ruthless; he will definitely be a great enemy to all races. He must be removed!" Granny Feng shouted from the shadows.

"That's right, this child is too despicable! It was clearly supposed to be a fair duel, yet it has escalated to this point. We hope everyone will uphold justice!" The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage said sharply.

Ye Fan retorted, "Prince Huaizun harbored malicious intent, setting up a Quasi-Emperor formation to trick and trap me. Yet you package and whitewash it like this? Have you no shame? You might as well just throw your dignity to the ground! Since you want me to kill, and we are already enemies, why not come at me openly and honorably, with the facts right before us? This kind of rambling is no better than building a memorial archway in a brothel. Isn't it ridiculous?!"

The crowd erupted in laughter, and chaos immediately ensued.

The Dragon Horse and others naturally joined in, shouting and clamoring incessantly.

The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage's face turned ashen. Granny Feng, still in the shadows, continued to stir up trouble, hoping the Primordial Imperial families would intervene and kill Ye Fan on the spot.

Shi Zhongxuan's face bore a faint coldness as he said, "Brother Ye, your actions are still excessive. Even if Prince Huaizun harbored ill intentions, you needn't be so extreme. It doesn't reflect the magnanimity and greatness of a fellow cultivator, making it shameful for us to be associated with you."

Beside him, naturally, were some individuals who could be considered his companions. Hearing this, they looked towards Ye Fan, all shaking their heads.

Ye Fan glanced at them and retorted directly, "What are you? Do you even deserve to stand alongside me? You're just a petty, worried person. The scoundrels I've slain were stronger than you!"

"You..." A mouthful of blood surged in Shi Zhongxuan, his face flushed crimson. His eyes immediately turned sharp with rage, their gaze chilling.

What kind of person was he? He came from the Saint Spirit lineage, with imperial blood flowing through his veins, and had always been treated with respect. Yet today, he was completely disregarded, told he wasn't fit to stand alongside Ye Fan, and publicly humiliated to the point of wanting to vomit blood.

Ye Fan gave him a glance, then ignored him completely, treating him as if he were mere grass.

At this moment, the Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage moved, rushing towards the Quasi-Emperor killing formation, wanting to submerge himself within it, for he had already sensed impending danger.

However, Ye Fan had already locked onto him, watching him closely. He moved across the air, directly blocking his path, his killing sword emitting terrifying light that pierced the sky.

The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage turned and fled decisively. Ye Fan gave him no chance whatsoever. If he could have entered the formation, he would have been able to protect himself, at least avoid disaster, or even deal with Ye Fan. But now, his path was blocked.

"Human Sacred Body, your actions are too tyrannical! Do you intend to slaughter openly in front of all fellow cultivators in the world? To slay a Great Sage, do you think there's no one left in the world to stop you?!" Granny Feng shouted from the shadows.

"Do you alone represent the entire world, you cowardly, lurking rat? I'll settle with you later!" Ye Fan retorted coldly.

He intercepted the old Golden Crow, walking forward step by step. The heavens and earth trembled because of him; his killing sword's baleful aura soared to the sky, surging upwards irresistibly.

The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage felt a chill. The situation had escalated so intensely that he couldn't even retreat a single step. His face grim, he shouted, "What do you want? Do you intend to display your might in front of all fellow cultivators?"

"You yourself said you wanted to kill me. Are you afraid now? And don't always impose your will on everyone else in the world. What are you? You don't represent all fellow cultivators!"

Ye Fan raised his sword and struck forward, intending to kill the Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage.

The clamor instantly fell silent. Everyone was terrified. This was reality; words were useless. Ye Fan, wielding an Emperor Armament to kill a Great Sage, naturally made everyone else's hair stand on end.

"Whoosh!"

The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage turned pale with fright, transforming into a golden streak of light, like a divine arrow, and shot towards the outer reaches of space, fleeing for his life.

Ye Fan took a single step, and the heavens and earth transformed, mountains and rivers abruptly shifting. He directly shot into space, vanishing from his original spot.

"When will this cycle of vengeance end? My two fellow cultivators, there's too much bloodshed in this world. This old man still says: harmony is most precious in all things," Great Sage Huntuo shouted from behind, transmitting his voice loudly.

Many people stumbled. They silently looked up at the sky, mourning the Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Ye Fan appeared above the firmament, instantly cutting off the Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage's escape route, making his face turn ashen.

"Do you know that our clan's Great Emperor is about to descend upon this world? If you act like this, there will be no place for you in the world in the future!" The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage blustered, though inwardly weak.

"Who can say what the future holds!" Ye Fan swung his sword forward.

The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage's scalp tingled, and his heart turned cold. Even a full-effort dodge wouldn't work. Ye Fan's speed was much greater than his. At this point, even begging for mercy was futile, as he well knew Ye Fan's "fierce reputation."

"Pfft!"

A flash of sword light. The Golden Crow Tribe's Great Sage only had time to let out a tragic shriek before blood rained down. His head was cleanly sliced off by Ye Fan's diagonal sword stroke, and then his body disintegrated inch by inch.

A large amount of blood rained down. On the ground, everyone gasped, then fled in terror, not daring to touch it.

"Alas!" Huntuo sighed softly and shook his head.

This outcome rendered the place silent. After a period, it erupted in an uproar. Another Great Sage had died. What safety could there be in this world when the path to immortality hadn't even opened, yet important figures were already falling one after another?

Ye Fan descended, long sword in hand, the last drop of blood dripping from its sharp blade. He appeared awe-inspiring, and few dared to meet his gaze wherever it fell.

This was a reputation forged through slaughter, known to everyone in the Big Dipper, and now truly understood by those from beyond.

At this moment, no one remained unafraid. Even the Saints from outside the domain finally understood Ye Fan's temperament: when he intended to kill, he would not hold back.

Ye Fan scanned the crowd, then, raising his killing sword, walked directly forward, approaching an old woman with undisguised murderous intent. It was Granny Feng.

"Fellow cultivator, what are you doing?" The surrounding people felt their hair stand on end. Seeing him approach in this direction, they truly feared he would cleave down with his sword and kill them all.

"To discuss a matter with her," Ye Fan said, pointing his long sword directly at Granny Feng.

"You... why like this? What grievance or enmity does this old woman have with you?" Granny Feng's heart pounded. She was powerful, but facing the killing sword of the Celestial Venerable Lingbao, she had no temper left.

"Still the same saying: if you've done the deed, don't then try to claim moral purity!" Ye Fan sneered, revealing that she was the one secretly instigating the crowd to act.

"Youngster... you're too arrogant! Sooner or later, even if people don't deal with you, heaven will!" Granny Feng cursed.

"Who are you to hold such resentment towards me? Could it be that you're an old acquaintance of Qi Tian and others from the Human Imperial Road?" Ye Fan sneered. "But, I have no interest in knowing. I'll send you on your way!"

This time, he struck with the flat of his sword, unleashing a mighty gust of wind that sent Granny Feng flying sideways.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan followed up, swinging his killing sword, forcing Granny Feng into the formation laid by Prince Huaizun of the Golden Crow Tribe. Instantly, banners fluttered fiercely, and murderous light surged violently in the area.

"Ah..."

Granny Feng shrieked tragically. In virtually an instant, she was disintegrated. Every formation banner unleashed a streak of deadly light, tearing her into a thousand pieces. Even a Great Sage as powerful as she could not resist.

"Even if my fellow cultivators on the ancient road cannot avenge me, heaven will deal with you!" Granny Feng cursed. Having uttered these last words, she instantly perished, body and soul.

Everyone was terrified. This formation was indeed horrifying, truly equivalent to a Quasi-Emperor's strike. Even a Great Sage entering it was instantly killed, without any suspense!

A chill ran through the people present, a coldness rising from the soles of their feet directly to the tops of their heads. Each one was utterly shocked.

"The Dao of Heaven is merciless, but people have feelings. All living beings are sufferers, merely struggling through this mundane world. Among all things, how precious is the word 'harmony,' yet living beings fail to comprehend it," Great Sage Huntuo sighed with endless emotion.

Hearing his words, the crowd scattered as if avoiding ghosts or gods, completely clearing out the area where he stood.

Ye Fan turned and looked at Shi Zhongxuan, staring at him coldly.

"What do you want? Do you intend to challenge our clan's young master by relying on an Emperor Armament?" A middle-aged man stepped forward, his expression extremely grave.

"Challenge? He's not worthy. I'll simply suppress and kill him. On the ancient starry road, I've slain at least eight, if not ten, Saint Spirits. What is he compared to that?" Ye Fan said coldly.

Everyone was horrified upon hearing these words. Even Jiang Yifei, Princess Yueling, Feng Huang, and others were shaken!