Chapter 1616: Peaceful Killing

The great battle has begun!

Everyone charged forward, their single goal to collectively eliminate the awe-inspiring and deeply feared man at the center, denying him any chance of true recovery and resurgence. Years ago, this man had already struck fear into an entire generation and should not have been alive. Their eyes were cold, and some were utterly frantic; today might be their only chance to eliminate him.

At this moment, battle cries shook the heavens, and the clamor ripped through the air, making the vast earth tremble. An aura of crushing power, capable of dominating the nine heavens, swept through the land.

Ye Fan moved. In that moment, he transformed, his expression cold and devoid of emotion, becoming increasingly ruthless and unfeeling as he struck decisively. In mere moments, he had already sent dozens of weapons flying, including a dragon sword forged with celestine gold.

At this moment, he was brutal. Once he decided to kill, he showed no mercy, like a bloodthirsty demon lord, resolute and fierce. With one punch, the person charging at the very front was instantly torn to pieces, exploding with a thunderous blast.

Blood and bone fragments flew everywhere. This gruesome scene was chilling and terrifying, yet the attackers did not stop; having come this far, they had no retreat. They judged him by themselves, believing Ye Fan would surely settle accounts with them later. It was better to eliminate him now, while his magical power was exhausted and he was at the lowest point of his life.

The earth trembled as several primeval mutated beasts charged forward. Each stood upright, stomping towards Ye Fan’s head, while the supreme experts riding them raised their sharp weapons, aiming for Ye Fan’s forehead. They were cold-blooded and cruel. In this zone, which suppressed their cultivation, they abandoned many subtle techniques, attacking Ye Fan’s spirit platform with terrifying combat skills, intending to kill him. Iron hooves deafened the air, even shattering the void, while the sharp sacred artifacts gleamed with an icy, sinister light, like reapers' scythes from hell. All descended upon him.

At this moment, Ye Fan was like a demon king. He raised his right foot and stomped it down forcefully. The earth instantly cracked open, and a thousand waves of soil, mixed with boulders, surged up, flinging all the beasts horizontally away. The Great Sages on the ancient beasts also lost their balance, flung by the massive shockwave. They nearly tumbled into the crowd behind them, truly a scene of utter chaos.

However, the action did not stop there. After stomping his foot, Ye Fan had already leaped into the air, like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, unleashing the most terrifying slaughter. His speed was too great. As those overturned riders and beasts had not even truly hit the ground, Ye Fan had already pursued, stomping one person's head. It burst open like a blooming peach blossom, red blood and white brain matter splattering together.

Ye Fan, leaving only an afterimage, stepped over the head, soared into the air, and landed on another person. Without suspense, a large mist of blood erupted there; it was another instant kill. Still in the air, his body had not touched the ground. With a sweeping kick, the rider and beast opposite him screamed and were instantly torn into pieces. While airborne, Ye Fan snatched a sacred spear and instantly hurled it. It impaled the last rider and beast, pinning them firmly to the ground, bleeding profusely.

With a thud, Ye Fan landed, standing as straight as a javelin. His clothes were unsullied by blood, his hair thick, and his eyes ruthless as he surveyed the gathered experts. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. They were accustomed to clashes of law and Dao, and engaging in such brutal close combat felt somewhat surreal to them. They were immensely powerful, wielding control over others' lives, yet before this man, they were so insignificant. Every time he shifted position, he would surely claim another life.

This was unreal, making them feel as if they were living a nightmare. How powerful must one be to possess such confidence, to face all of them alone without fear, calm and composed, even with a chilling ruthlessness?

From the clouds, a dragon's roar echoed, piercing through ears and making everyone's spirit platform tremble. It was a terrifying ripple, merging with the heavens and earth, becoming one with them, as if it commanded the will of the world and wielded divine punishment from the heavens. An ancient sword descended, entirely emerald green, like a hanging jade river, spreading ripples of the Great Dao to suppress Ye Fan.

Not a cleaving strike, but suppression!

Yi Ming struck again, not merely controlling the sword, but activating his cultivation, imbuing it into the blade, fusing it with the firmament, and unleashing it with the will of heaven and earth to kill Ye Fan. He was a special individual; his cultivation had not been completely severed after arriving here. A terrifying qi flow resided within him, like a sealed ocean, now erupting entirely.

The sword, like an azure dragon, hung down from the firmament. Its massive blade surpassed mountain peaks in height, incredibly terrifying, and wisps of azure qi permeated from it—the mighty power of immortal gold. Beneath this colossal sword, humans were disproportionately small, like ants. Everyone was astonished. Yi Ming was too powerful; the cultivation he had retained was immense. If not capable of sweeping aside all opposition here, he was certainly close.

However, the next scene was one they would never forget. That man’s eyes were dim, without any dazzling brilliance, yet he dared to confront the celestine gold sword with just his bare fists. Under everyone’s shocked gaze, the ancient sword trembled violently, its light rapidly fading, swiftly shrinking, and its Dao principles directly collapsing.

Heavenly Emperor Fist! Many nearly cried out in alarm. This was the supreme secret art created by Ye Fan years ago; once a punch was thrown, none could resist it. It had truly caused an entire generation headaches and made it impossible to contend against. Now, this secret art reappeared, seeming even more formidable than before. Although it clearly lacked magical power augmentation, it possessed an inexplicable aura, as if it could shatter even the universe!

No magic, no heaven, no Dao… The crowd was horrified, feeling a touch of fear at this moment. Was this a cultivation path that honed one's physical body, one that could destroy everything purely by relying on the body's innate power?

The dragon sword, forged with feathered celestine gold, had already shrunk, and fine cracks appeared all over its surface, threatening to shatter it at any moment. A trickle of blood escaped Yi Ming’s lips. He had imbued his cultivation and spiritual imprint into the sword, yet he never imagined such an outcome. That man truly was like a demon lord. The ancient sword vibrated, then shattered the air and instantly reversed course. Any later, and Ye Fan’s fist would have cracked it open!

Yi Ming retreated, catching the sword with both hands, another trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. This was chilling to witness. However, people saw a glimmer of hope against Ye Fan. This time, he was fighting with his bare fists and attacking repeatedly, no longer achieving instant kills as he had before. Using laws against him, suppressing him with cultivation—this might be their only hope. But how many could retain fragments of their Law and Dao in the Flying Immortal Battlefield?

Suddenly, the world grew dark. Black mist surged, and a Death Angel appeared. With a pair of massive black wings on its back, it descended from the firmament and violently attacked Ye Fan! It was immensely powerful, making one wonder how its cultivation had been preserved. It possessed immeasurable law power, shattering the sky. In its hand, it held an iron halberd, entirely black except for its gleaming sharp edge. Emitting a chilling killing intent, it swung downwards, cleaving through mountains and earth. Black mist of death swept down, blanketing the earth, filling the area with surging killing intent, like a boiling sea of undead!

Yet, Ye Fan stood his ground, not retreating a single step. His flesh was crystalline, his inner essence flowing, and as he wielded his palm, he seemed to coexist with the entire world, unburdened by its pressure. He seemed to be on par with the grand universe, possessing his own unique origin. His strike in that moment stirred up world-shaking ripples, allowing a select few to discern some clues. With bare palms, he shattered the law power from the heavens, challenging the order under this starry sky, and a rain of light surged upwards against the heavens.

The Death Angel could not kill him. At this moment, Ye Fan was as swift as lightning, seizing the sacred artifacts of those he had just slain. Then, he hurled them into the sky. One after another, battle spears and iron swords pierced through the void and vanished into the firmament. Under the augmentation of such immense force, these sacred artifacts were damaged and even ignited, revealing a terrifying power.

Someone from the Yaoguang lineage made a move, declaring that laws could suppress him and that he would have no chance if they continued the decisive battle. At this moment, weapons glittered brilliantly; sabers were like mountains, swords like forests, all coldly dazzling and aimed at Ye Fan as they surged forward to kill. This was an iron torrent, shaking mountains and valleys, unsettling everyone's minds. Not a single one was weak; they were like a hundred thousand divine generals descending from the sky, striking terror into hearts!

A fervent cry of "Kill!" erupted. The area boiled, grew frenzied, and battle cries shook the heavens!

Not all the weapons Ye Fan hurled at the Death Angel missed their mark; one long spear pierced through the Death Angel's sternum, causing it to explode and fall. This was undoubtedly a horrifying scene: a Great Sage, who had retained some cultivation, was unable to evade. What kind of immense terror was this? However, having already attacked, there was no retreat now. Many charged forward frantically, determined to fight Ye Fan, who was at the lowest point of his life—this was their last chance.

Yet, Ye Fan's power exceeded all expectations. He was cold and decisive, striking fiercely, slaughtering the powerful figures without a trace of mercy. A flash of crimson light. Ye Fan’s palm sliced open a Great Sage's neck, blood spraying. The head flew over ten meters high, while the charging body ran a hundred paces forward before collapsing in a pool of blood. Vivid red bloomed. Ye Fan, using a stolen Heavenly Blade, cleaved forward, splitting both rider and beast into two halves as hot blood gushed out.

His right leg swept across like an iron stake, smashing a Great Sage into a pulp. Then, with a flash of his gleaming demonic saber, three more individuals were consecutively cleaved apart, blood spraying dozens of feet high. This was a blood-soaked land. Even those who had retained some cultivation could not stand against him, unable to shake Ye Fan’s true body. In mere moments, dozens of corpses lay at his feet. He moved as if entering an uninhabited land; no one could stop him. Having once fought ancient supreme beings, he exuded a terrifying aura that made people tremble. Having endured the most terrifying dark turmoil, even if he wasn't the strongest in combat, he possessed an arrogant demeanor that looked down on all beings, causing some to shiver uncontrollably.

Ye Fan was ruthlessly reaping lives. These were all individuals once protected by the Great Emperor Void, Gai Jiuyou, Ji Zi, and others. At that time, some might have still been infants, yet now he was ending their lives with his own hands. Blood blossoms bloomed, incredibly tragic and vibrant. This place had become an Asura field, as one body after another fell, staining the earth red.

At this moment, Ye Fan's heart was surprisingly serene, devoid of sorrow, joy, or disturbance, as if he were simply performing an ordinary task.