Chapter 1707: Slaying the Divine General

Kuntian stepped forward, and the heavens and earth shattered. Not only was Ye Fan's immediate vicinity affected, but many of the Emperor's followers near the Phoenix Nest also suffered, disintegrating instantly into a bloody mist.

His fury and might were evidently intense. Kuntian’s long hair stood on end like menacing sword-light, and his entire body burned with surging battle energy. He resembled a colossal fireball, searing through the cosmos as he charged.

Boom! He swung a punch, and the sun, moon, and rivers of stars reversed their course, surging with his might and stirring this vast expanse of sky!

This was tantamount to clearing the field. No one remained in the area except Ye Fan and Kuntian himself; everyone else had retreated, leaving behind a vast battlefield.

His aura was too overwhelming for anyone to withstand. Those who did not retreat perished, becoming scattered bones and blood mist, and the entire starry sky seemed to wither.

A brilliant light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes as he formed hand seals. Instantly, eighty-one celestial dragons roared forth, charging towards Divine General Kuntian.

"Awooo..." Azure dragons soared, each tens of thousands of miles long, their scales fearsome, spanning across star regions. Numerous distant asteroids shattered, and the celestial dragons circled, destroying everything in their path.

"What is this so-called Sacred Body?!" Kuntian roared, his fist descending to strike directly at the eighty-one celestial dragons. A violent explosion erupted in that spot, releasing endless light as the star region collapsed.

The true dragons charged back. Eighty-one dragon heads opened, devouring the sun, moon, and rivers of stars. The vast, white rivers of stars rose like divine waterfalls, clashing against that immense fist power.

The clash between them was intensely fierce from the very first moment.

With a loud bang, many celestial dragons broke apart, their bones shattered and tendons snapped by that fist, and celestial dragon blood flowed profusely.

However, the central celestial dragon also tore open a gash on Kuntian’s fist, causing his blood to splatter and stain the starry sky red.

"The Sacred Body may be nothing, but it's enough to slaughter you!" Ye Fan's cold voice rang out as he rode the dragons. Dozens of celestial dragons plunged forward, and he advanced like an emperor dominating the world.

"Far from enough! Today, we'll decide victory and defeat. We'll settle life and death; even the Sacred Body will not prevail. It will become a lost soul and bones beneath the feet of the Eight Divine Generals!"

Kuntian said, standing there. He retracted his fist and opened his palm, allowing the blood from his wound to drip down.

Soon, the area turned crimson. The blood, gathering drop by drop, quickly transformed into a vast, endless ocean. It was difficult to imagine how one person's body could contain such an immense amount of blood.

That blood was terrifying, emitting an eerie, demonic aura that devoured heaven and earth. Even some asteroids plummeted into it, splashing and creating huge waves.

This was shocking. The heavens and earth turned entirely crimson, vast and boundless, leaving people no time to react. In an instant, they were submerged by the blood, which spread everywhere, vast and mighty.

Ye Fan was startled. This terrifying divine ability was indeed somewhat bizarre; it actually used blood to create a cage, trapping him within.

"Once I recover to my peak and return to my pre-ancient realm," Divine General Kuntian's voice rumbled like a glacier in deep winter, "those in this world who make me bleed shall be buried with me!"

"Oh really? Go ahead and try!" Ye Fan said. Dozens of celestial dragons plunged forward before him, attempting to tear open the blood sea and escape this terrifying ocean of blood.

The result was astonishing: dozens of celestial dragons plunged forward, only to be riddled with holes and devoured by the blood. Large patches of their flesh fell off, revealing their ghastly white bones.

Each celestial dragon was tens of thousands of miles long, possessing infinite divine power; even a casual turn could shatter numerous stars. Yet, they had met such a fate.

Ye Fan's eyes grew cold. This person was indeed terrifying; the Eight Divine Generals were not falsely renowned. He had not even fully recovered yet but was already displaying such formidable power.

However, he was not afraid. His palm and fingers spread open, and the dozens of great dragons transformed into divine power, merging into his palm. He personally acted, slicing forward with his right palm. The blood sea violently churned, splitting into two halves, and even the void was cut open, revealing a passage.

"Boom!" Waves crashed sky-high, and blood surged across the heavens, instantly causing the great spatial rift to close. Moreover, various white bones appeared in the sea, all transformed from powerful individuals who had died under this secret art in the past, many of whom had cultivated to a higher realm than Ye Fan.

This place was instantly filled with shocking waves crashing against the shore, and towering tides. In the blood sea, one Quasi-Emperor skeleton after another appeared, even growing flesh. These corpses briefly recovered their past divine abilities, roaring together and charging forward.

This sight was somewhat terrifying. Summoning the souls of ancient slain heroes to participate in battle – if word got out, it would surely shake the world. Even Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh; truly worthy of one who had followed the Undying Heavenly Emperor. With this secret art alone, this person was enough to leave his name in ancient history. If this art were to be developed and perfected, it would be no less potent than an Emperor's secret art.

"Origin Heaven Immortal Pupils, burning all things, dissolving all spirits!" Ye Fan calmly declared, unleashing a powerful secret art of laws. This was a gain from his recent years of enlightenment, allowing his Origin Heaven Eye to advance further; it could not only see through illusions but also be used in combat.

This was the product of various secret arts of the Origin Master lineage, refined and elevated – a secret art in a forbidden domain that he had pioneered.

Ye Fan's pupils shone brightly, and the light they emitted dimmed the sun, moon, and rivers of stars across the heavens. The Emperor-level heroic spirits before him all cried out miserably.

Their freshly grown flesh instantly turned into white smoke, burning fiercely. What was gone was truly gone; how could it possibly compare to reality?

The light emitted by Ye Fan's immortal pupils scorched the cosmos, causing the starry sky to collapse. They could not bear it; this most sacred and benevolent light beam inflicted fatal damage upon them.

Origin Arts could change heaven and earth, reorganizing the sun, moon, and rivers of stars. If developed further, they could even rearrange the very essence of life. How could these long-lost heroic spirits possibly contend against that?

"Puff," "Puff"... As one Quasi-Emperor corpse after another fell back into the blood sea, the place fell silent, devoid of sound. Ye Fan took a step, the astonishing immortal light in his eyes illuminating an immortal path. He had already seen where Divine General Kuntian was and was intent on battle!

Ye Fan's power exceeded Kuntian's expectations. Before the ancient times, there was no such thing as the Origin Heaven Immortal Pupils. Its mysterious ability to illuminate all things and break through all of his blood sea heroic spirits shocked him.

Clearly, this was a secret art created in later eras, one that restrained his methods and Dao.

Originally, this blood sea would grow stronger as more slain masters were added to it, but today it had no effect whatsoever.

Divine General Kuntian roared, and the blood sea vanished. Meanwhile, the sun, moon, and rivers of stars encircled his hands. He extracted a real cosmos, transformed it into his palm, and then slapped it towards Ye Fan.

This was leveraging the power of the great cosmos to suppress Ye Fan, draw him into it, and seal him away for eternity.

All the powerful figures in the distance witnessed this scene, and their hairs stood on end, their spines growing cold. How defiant of the heavens was this? Those who followed the Undying Heavenly Emperor were indeed extraordinary, so terrifying even before fully recovering their strength.

"Boom!" A fierce punch wind swept forth, and Ye Fan shattered this universe with a single punch.

Kuntian closed in, engaging Ye Fan in wide, open, head-on clashes. Blood splattered, and the laws of the Grand Dao roared, as this heaven and earth completely shattered.

In an instant, Ye Fan and Kuntian fiercely battled for over a hundred moves, violently clashing in a life-or-death struggle. It surpassed the intensity of major confrontations of a thousand moves or more.

This was a desperate struggle, burning immortal divine power, a decisive battle fought in a forbidden domain. Even a slight mistake would lead to the destruction of both body and spirit.

In the past, such decisive battles, even between evenly matched opponents, would determine life and death within a few moves. Yet, these two had fiercely battled for over a hundred moves, demonstrating the immense intensity.

Divine General Kuntian had followed the Undying Heavenly Emperor, warring his entire life, and had received guidance and instruction from living Emperor-level figures. Few in the world could compare to his experience and wisdom.

Yet, he was astonished to discover that Ye Fan's combat skills had reached the pinnacle, actually surpassing his own. All he could rely on was his seasoned experience, which filled him with dread.

Blood splattered. This was the seventh time Ye Fan had shattered Kuntian's fist, leaving him mangled and severely wounded.

Ye Fan himself also sustained wounds, injured by one of his opponent's secret arts. The laws were formless and thoughtless, invisibly slaying Quasi-Emperor experts.

Ye Fan only sustained wounds, which made Kuntian's heart pound. He knew this battle was destined to be difficult; he had encountered an invincible formidable figure like those from the Heavenly Emperor era, but he himself was not at his peak, so problems were very likely to arise.

Ye Fan was also surprised that someone could withstand his punches. Although it was only a slight brush, not a true fist-to-fist collision, with laws surging, it was still astonishing enough.

"A fist bathed in the Heavenly Emperor's blood and tempered by His Lord's immortal blood is actually damaged, unable to block his Emperor's fist. Unforgivable!" Kuntian roared in his heart.

His fists, his invincible palms and fingers, were more important than his life. They had undergone tempering with the Undying Heavenly Emperor's own blood and could shatter all things. Yet now he had encountered such a young junior, which shook his convictions.

He too had once dominated an era, recalling glorious years of boundless splendor, battling a hundred races to be revered as a Divine General, ruling myriad worlds. How many could truly stand against him?

Kuntian felt the pressure. He felt that even in his prime, full of vigor, if he fought Ye Fan at the same cultivation realm, he might not be able to win, and might even suffer a great or crushing defeat.

Just thinking of this outcome, his heart trembled. This young man was too terrifying!

"Boom!" Ye Fan made no attempt to conceal his dominance, pressing down with his golden Emperor's fist, crushing forward like a primordial beast. The two fists truly met.

Profound light bloomed, fresh blood splattered, and Divine General Kuntian's fist was shattered. Finger bones flew out, flesh tore, and blood mist rose!

This scene stunned everyone. There would be no suspense in this battle now; Divine General Kuntian had lost. He looked dispirited, stumbling backward, staring at his pair of shattered fists.

These were his pride in those days—a pair of fists that had swept through the cosmos, tempered by phoenix blood, invincible and indestructible. But now they had been broken by someone, which filled him with a wave of desolation.

This couldn't be explained simply by his vitality not being at its peak. The strength of his fists had not diminished, yet they were still broken.

"This is no longer my ancient era!" Divine General Kuntian sighed with desolation. The glorious years of the past could no longer return; all his glory was buried in the ancient past.

Despite the loss, despite the desolation, this battle still had to continue. Between them, laws and divine chains of order erupted, interweaving into an immortal divine diagram that shook the starry sky.

"Puff," Kuntian's arms exploded, becoming a bloody paste.

"Puff," "Puff"... The sounds continued incessantly as Ye Fan unleashed heavy blows. His palm and fingers descended, and Divine General Kuntian's legs, chest, head, and other parts exploded one by one, sending shattered bones flying and blood splattering everywhere.