Chapter 1521: Town Killing

Ye Fan’s achievements on the Human Ancient Road, though partially reported by some foreign powerhouses, remained unconfirmed. Now, for the first time, Ye Fan himself spoke of them, instantly causing a massive stir. Even a few words were enough to shake the world!

What are Holy Spirits? Protected by Heaven, they are invincible among their peers and cannot be killed, or misfortune will eventually occur. Almost no one dares to provoke them.

Yet now, he claimed to have killed at least eight, if not ten, which was truly horrifying!

“My goodness, is this true?” Everyone was shocked.

At this moment, the whole world was astonished. All races had heard some rumors, but now they were simply being further confirmed.

“The Human Saint Body is too terrifying. If he continues to develop like this, who will be able to stop him in the future?” Strong individuals from various races were deeply worried and felt overwhelmed.

Princess Yue Ling frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition. She had just established a connection with the Holy Spirits from beyond the domain, and now she had directly provoked the formidable Ye Fan. He even dared to attack Mount Sumeru; what else wouldn’t he do?

At this time, all the powerful individuals sighed softly, having witnessed Ye Fan killing Great Sages as easily as chopping wood. Such might instilled fear in anyone.

If anyone was suffering, it was naturally Shi Zhongxuan. Ye Fan didn't hold him in any regard, completely looking down on him, treating him as nothing.

Shi Zhongxuan had royal blood flowing through him and a noble status. Wherever he went, people showed him respect, but now he was being spoken of so poorly in front of so many people. What dignity did he have left?

“Human Saint Body!” Shi Zhongxuan's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth as he roared.

His thick hair flew wildly, and his eyes were so cold they could freeze the sky. He walked step by step, shaking the entire ground. His sword-like eyebrows, angled towards his temples, fully revealed his murderous intent.

“Cast aside your Emperor Artifact, do you dare to fight me?!” His words were cold and calm, as if emanating from a ten-thousand-year-old ice cellar, making everyone feel their blood run cold. They were astonished by his power.

Ye Fan, with his immortal sword on his back, gave him a cold glance and said, “In a battle of the same cultivation level, I never use it. Even if you were an early-stage Great Sage, it wouldn't matter; killing you truly isn't difficult.”

Shi Zhongxuan, always arrogant and proud, could not tolerate such words. He roared, “You say I'm unworthy, but I'm even more ashamed to be considered your peer in this era! Today, let life and death decide who is the hero!”

There was nothing more to say now. If he were to retreat cowardly today, how could he establish himself in this world in the future? He would be ridiculed wherever he went.

For an arrogant person, there was no choice but to fight, to prove with facts who was truly stronger.

“Don't flatter yourself; you truly aren't worthy of being compared to us,” the Dragon Horse shouted from behind.

“Kill!”

Shi Zhongxuan's fury reached its peak. His blood boiled, raising his combat power to its zenith. His black hair danced wildly, and his eyes flashed like lightning as he charged directly forward.

At this moment, the terrifying aspect of his race was fully revealed. Nine divine rings appeared around him, enveloping him layer by layer, as if nine immortal gates overlapped, with him at their center.

The essence of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers poured down like great waterfalls, merging with his body. A vast expanse of energy transformed into his power.

With every step he took, the heavens and earth trembled violently. Though he was no taller than a zhang (about 3.3 meters), he seemed like a giant striding across the sky, threatening to make the earth sink beneath his feet.

Furthermore, auspicious multi-colored light descended from the heavens, strand by strand, connecting to his body and radiating the most dazzling brilliance.

Shi Zhongxuan's body erupted with a powerful aura, as if it could crack the sun, moon, rivers, and mountains. With every movement, he seemed capable of plucking stars from beyond the domain, his divine might unparalleled.

This was his Dao, the Dao of the Holy Spirit, supremely powerful. It merged with the vast cosmic forces, employing true union between heaven and man, and he attacked Ye Fan with the power of all universal Daos.

The might of the Holy Spirits was known throughout the world; there were countless legends about them.

Firstly, their physique was extraordinary; it was difficult to find anyone capable of challenging them worldwide, far surpassing their peers. At this moment, Shi Zhongxuan attacked relying solely on his physical body. His palms and fingers were like sky-rending swords, and the surrounding mountains and rivers turned to dust under the powerful fluctuations, as if made of paper!

Shi Zhongxuan had heard legends of Ye Fan in the Big Dipper, naturally knowing the strength of his physical body. Yet, he insisted on challenging him with physical combat to prove that Holy Spirits were peerless.

His aura soared, causing even the floating meteorites beyond the domain to tremble and threaten to fall. The power of his palms and fingers was astounding, reaching the absolute limit of what he could unleash.

Ye Fan approached with a cold expression, striding purposefully. He was extremely forceful and assertive, aiming to completely overpower his opponent. Along the way, he adjusted his body to its optimal state.

With a thunderous boom, he directly swung his right fist, meeting strength with strength, hardness with hardness, confronting Shi Zhongxuan head-on!

The Heavenly Emperor Fist, displayed before the people of the Big Dipper, exerted its might over the Nine Heavens, shook the Nine Nethers, and unleashed a vast golden light that boiled and swept in all directions, engulfing mountains and rivers.

Everyone was inexplicably shaken.

“Human Saint Body, go to hell! How can you contend with my Holy Spirit lineage for first place!” Shi Zhongxuan roared, bolstering his own confidence. His entire being—essence, qi, and spirit—boiled, and he almost transformed into a piece of Dao, charging forward.

“Boom!”

This strike was earth-shattering. Fist and palm collided squarely, generating immense beams of light that tore through the heavens and earth, spreading in all directions.

The crowd had retreated far enough, yet they still felt a stinging pain in their skin, and the scorching light almost blinded their eyes.

Enormous cracks, crisscrossing and seemingly extending beyond the domain, appeared. This terrifying strike split the very ground apart.

Had many Great Sages not intervened to protect the area, this vast wilderness would surely have been shattered, leaving nothing behind!

“Ah…”

A reluctant cry echoed as Shi Zhongxuan was sent flying, falling out of the blinding light. Both of his hands were bloodied; one was broken, and the other had been pulverized into dust.

He staggered backward step by step through the air, with enormous cracks appearing beneath his feet, spreading for dozens or even hundreds of miles through the void. Given that the residual aftermath was still so potent, one could imagine the severe blow he had just endured.

“Crack!”

Shi Zhongxuan's stone arms continued to crack, shattering inch by inch from his hands, with blood mixed with stone fragments scattering in all directions.

“Pfft!”

Finally, Shi Zhongxuan coughed up a large mouthful of blood. Both of his arms were completely severed, leaving only blood flowing, his royal blood emitting a brilliant, dazzling radiance.

Even a powerful Holy Spirit, his physical strength was inferior to Ye Fan's. Shi Zhongxuan had refused to believe it, wanting to prove it with facts. The result was a heavy price.

For him, this was an unbearable burden!

His words had just been spoken, but the outcome was like a bolt from the clear sky, shaking him so much he almost collapsed. The physical pain was far less than the crushing sense of defeat in his heart.

He was so proud and arrogant, always enveloped by a divine halo, revered wherever he went. Yet now, he had suffered a crushing defeat before the powerful individuals from all ten thousand domains. What dignity did he have left?

He let out a mournful cry to the heavens, his entire body trembling.

As the brilliant light dissipated, Ye Fan stood still, not even a corner of his clothes damaged. He was transcendent and immaculate, yet people would not forget the overwhelming punch he had just thrown.

With just one punch, he shattered the cosmos and annihilated his opponent's strongest attack. How terrifying was such a secret technique?

Only then did An Pu from the Undying Mountain narrow his eyes. For the first time, he showed a look of surprise, as if savoring Ye Fan's previous punch.

As for everyone else, they were already stunned. Shattering a Holy Spirit's arms with one punch was truly horrifying. If such powerful combat strength continued to develop, it would indeed be difficult for anyone to restrain Ye Fan in the future.

Fenghuang revealed a look of astonishment. Just one punch—this made her sigh softly. As things stood, there was simply no way to surpass it.

The others felt the same way; this was a feat that brought them close to despair.

“I refuse to accept this!” Shi Zhongxuan's black hair stood on end, strands writhing like ghostly hands. His expression was one of grief and indignation. His bloodline was unique, a product of the royal bloodline of his race combining with Great Sages from other races.

To break free from the limitations that prevented stone people from reaching their full potential, his birth held extraordinary significance. Yet, he had been defeated so utterly that it felt as if countless insects were gnawing at his heart.

His entire body glowed, and his blood burned. The bones at his severed arms audibly cracked and re-grew. This time, they were arms of flesh and blood, robust and powerful, imbued with precious light.

“Clang!”

At the same time, a sky-halberd appeared in his hand. Its enormous blade gleamed with a cold sharpness, radiating chilling light and an icy aura that caused the leaves of countless distant trees to flutter down as if it were late autumn.

With a swoosh, he cleaved down. A bolt of lightning tore across the sky, revealing the halberd blade's terrifying sharpness—a sight that astonished the world. Even if all the Sages attacked together, they would be shattered.

Holy Spirits themselves were powerful, with extremely high physical strength, so the weapon he held was naturally no ordinary item; it was a rare Holy Artifact.

Ye Fan also didn't want to waste time, fearing any unforeseen changes. He charged directly forward, still meeting the attack bare-handed. This time, people saw clearly: a pair of golden fists, carrying ten thousand strands of Dao light, descended to suppress.

“Crack!”

A large section of the halberd blade was shattered. With a clang, the great halberd changed hands, seized by Ye Fan. This rare weapon now had a new master.

“You!”

Shi Zhongxuan was filled with shame and indignation. The first time was bad enough, but it happened again, and he instantly fell into a disadvantage, unable to resist.

A dazzling flash of light swept across as Ye Fan wielded the sky-halberd, cleaving it back down. Shi Zhongxuan's face turned pale, and he swiftly dodged.

However, it was futile. He evaded one strike, but he couldn't escape Ye Fan's torrential assault. In confrontations like theirs, laws and divine chains of order would fly, and even the slightest ripple could tear apart the heavens and earth, let alone a full-power attack.

“Thump!”

In the end, Shi Zhongxuan was cut in half by Ye Fan. He screamed, and his lower body exploded. Roaring in fury, his upper body attempted to escape, but there was no longer any chance. Ye Fan swung the great halberd again, and blood splattered as he severed Shi Zhongxuan's head, impaling it on the halberd blade.

“Spare him!” Princess Yue Ling cried out.

Meanwhile, Shi Zhongxuan's servants, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward, attempting to rescue their master.

Ye Fan cast a cold glance at the crowd. With a slight flick of the great halberd in his hand, there was a soft pop, and Shi Zhongxuan's head exploded, a bloody mess, his soul utterly extinguished.

Suddenly, a dangerous aura erupted. The Holy Artifact attempted to retaliate against Ye Fan. He coldly vibrated his arm, and with a thunderous roar, shattered the divine spirit within it.

After that, he threw the great halberd away, tossing it to the Golden-Winged Great Peng King.

“Thump!” “Thump!”

At the same time, Ye Fan wielded the Heavenly Emperor Fist, shattering all the Holy Spirit servants who had charged forward. Blood splattered, and their forms and spirits were utterly annihilated.

This scene stunned everyone. It was that simple: Ye Fan, having returned from the Ancient Starry Sky Road, was almost invincible, with hardly any peer able to contend with him.

“On the Ancient Road, there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, people like you.” Ye Fan's calm voice made many souls tremble.