Chapter 509: Massacre Unleashed

## Chapter 513: The Great Slaughter

The deep night was like an abyss; the ancient city was plunged into darkness. Once the formation patterns of the Great Emperor Wushi appeared, they devoured the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, transforming the place into an ancient battlefield.

At this moment, an invisible murderous intent surged, as if a great world was disintegrating and collapsing. The air was filled with a murderous aura, as if it would cut down all living beings in the world!

"What's happening?"

Everyone was terrified, feeling as if they had fallen into hell. Every inch of their flesh convulsed, blood seeped out, and every bone trembled slightly, making cracking sounds.

Whether powerful cultivators or weaker individuals, everyone felt utterly despondent, experiencing the illusion of an impending apocalypse, their hearts filled with despair.

Once the Great Emperor Wushi's killing formation was activated, it sealed everyone inside, leaving no escape.

"Ye Fan, you brat, do you think setting up a few formation patterns can trap us?" A cultivator from the Four Extremities Realm transmitted his voice, trying to break out.

"Whoosh!"

A beam of blue light descended from the sky, accompanied by a pungent burnt smell. The person's body emitted white smoke, their flesh and organs trembled, and their features twisted in agony.

"Bang!"

He fell straight down, his flesh completely charred. He had been struck and killed by a blue lightning bolt, and his spiritual consciousness turned to dust.

"This is..." Many gasped, even veteran cultivators from the Dragon Transformation Realm changed color. The person who had just died was someone they had pushed out to test the formation, and he was instantly turned into a corpse.

Ye Fan stood under the night sky, a faint, indifferent smile playing on his lips. He said nothing, simply sweeping his gaze calmly over everyone.

Almost no one showed their true face; all those who came to seize the cauldron had concealed their original appearances through various means. Figures flickered, including cultivators from the Four Extremities, Dragon Transformation, and even Half-Step Mighty realms!

"Woof..." The big black dog let out a long howl, appearing from not far away, covered in blood, having sustained considerable injuries in the chaotic fight.

Behind them, Wu Zhongtian, Jiang Hairen, and others were also stained with blood. Although they had retreated immediately, they had still been injured because too many masters had arrived.

"You're arrogant, aren't you? Come and kill this Emperor again! Damn it, don't look at anyone else, I'm talking about you!" The big black dog roared, glaring at an old man in the Sixth Transformation of the Dragon Realm.

"Just a hairless, lowly dog..." The old man sneered, completely unaware of the perilous situation, and ignorant that these were the formation patterns of an ancient Great Emperor.

"Die, old man!" The big black dog launched an attack, setting the killing formation in motion.

"Whoosh!"

A burst of red light erupted, brilliant like fireworks, yet its killing intent was bone-chilling, as if freezing ten thousand miles, enveloping the old man.

The old man in the Sixth Transformation of the Dragon Realm let out a shriek, instantly dissolving into a misty bloody substance under the red light, his body and spirit utterly destroyed, dying a violent death.

Even many senior figures changed their expressions. In the darkness, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. This profound formation pattern, once activated, would be a great disaster.

"Ye Fan, you brat, we'll spare your life for a moment," several powerful experts, confident in their mastery of Dao patterns, worked together to open a domain gate, attempting to escape.

"Whoosh!"

The patterns they had carved shattered like bubbles. At the same time, dozens of blood-colored lightning bolts intertwined and descended.

"Boom!"

Red lightning struck their heads. All of them were hit, their bodies smoking, clothes turning to ash, and skin charred black. The lightning bolts pierced through their physical bodies, and their heads even cracked.

All seven died. Though all were skilled in Dao patterns, not one survived, becoming the second batch of casualties.

"What kind of formation patterns are these? How can they be so terrifying?" No one could remain calm; fear had taken root in their hearts.

So many people had come to hunt for the cauldron, but all were trapped here. If they all perished, it would be a massive slaughter, a thought that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Whoosh!"

A purple light suddenly appeared, and a sharp sword beam descended from the sky, aiming for Ye Fan's crown, intending to pierce through and kill him with a single blow.

A powerful expert from the ancient Assassin Dynasty was hidden in the void above Ye Fan's head, launching a thunderous strike at a crucial moment.

However, when the sword beam was still several feet away, his body convulsed, swept by a blue light, and he instantly turned into a misty bloody substance, dripping down.

"Clang!"

The divine sword fell to the ground, striking sparks. A powerful assassin was ground to dust by the formation patterns, ceasing to exist.

"Black Emperor, activate the killing formation and wipe them all out!" Ye Fan commanded, wanting no further delays and preparing to eliminate everyone.

"What arrogance! You're just an ant; do you really think you're an ancient Saint? You're far from it!" Finally, a Half-Step Mighty cultivator stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back, staring at Ye Fan with an indifferent, ruthless expression.

"Hmph!"

He suddenly made his move, lightning flashing between his palms and fingers. A sea of electric light intertwined, forming a Dao diagram that spun and slashed like pure energy.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. Following the Black Emperor's guidance, he swiftly retreated within the killing formation, his form flickering unstably, moving away from his previous position.

"Thud!"

A dull thud echoed as the sea of lightning diagram instantly shattered, simultaneously triggering the ancient Great Emperor's killing formation. An aura of annihilation, capable of wiping out the world, emanated forth.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and the ground seemed to sink. A burst of immortal light shot up, accompanied by myriad auspicious colors, like giant immortal flowers blooming and emitting unparalleled killing intent.

The Half-Step Mighty cultivator roared, striking with full force to resist the endless killing light, but it was all futile. The divine halberd in his hand, forged from meteorite iron, turned to dust like decaying wood, falling in a rustling cascade.

He let out a loud cry as his arm began to melt, both bone and flesh turning into pulp.

An irresistible murderous force spread, advancing like turbulent waves, growing stronger with each surge, crushing everything in its path. Even a Half-Step Mighty cultivator could not withstand it!

He no longer possessed his previous composure and calmness; his face was etched with terror. He screamed towards the sky, yet he could change nothing.

"Bang!"

His body cracked, as if crushed by a celestial millstone, dissolving inch by inch into bloody mud, starting from his limbs. Finally, with a soft pop, his head also shattered.

"Breakthrough! We must get out!"

Everyone burst into an uproar after witnessing this scene. No one was without fear; even a Half-Step Mighty cultivator had been annihilated. Who could remain calm?

Perhaps only by uniting their strength could they open a path to survival; otherwise, they would all die here.

"You're so ruthless, setting up such a deadly formation and waiting for us to enter." Many looked at Ye Fan, a mix of shock and anger, along with a hint of fear.

"You came to kill me and seize the cauldron, so you should be prepared to be killed," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"What else is there to say? Black Emperor, activate the killing formation and exterminate everyone!" Li Heishui said.

"Alright, activate the formation patterns immediately! Today, blood is destined to flow like a river!" the big black dog barked.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the void was pierced, and a blood-colored arrow shot out, aiming directly at the Black Emperor's throat. It let out a cry and retreated in terror.

"Black Emperor, what's wrong?" Ye Fan was startled, deeply worried about an unforeseen event.

"This... thing... how did it remain here?!" The big black dog stammered, clearly frightened.

The blood-colored arrow, like a rainbow, pierced through the Great Emperor's formation patterns and pursued him, intent on shooting through the Black Emperor. A distinct aura of death permeated the air.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan rushed over, using the Cauldron of Myriad Things' Mother Qi to protect himself, and directly endured the blow.

The blood-colored arrow, like a rainbow, did not shatter. It continued to pursue the Black Emperor, its aura of death growing stronger, unrelenting until it killed him.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan activated the cauldron, and as the Myriad Things' Mother Qi circulated, he drew the Black Emperor inside. "What is this?" he asked.

"This is a secret arrow specifically used by ancient Great Emperors to kill enemies within formation patterns. It's relentless; even the formation patterns can barely grind it away," the big black dog said, genuinely terrified.

"Clang!"

The blood-colored arrow, like a sharp ray, continued relentlessly, striking the Cauldron of Myriad Things' Mother Qi. If the cauldron hadn't been strong enough, it would have been pierced.

"Clang," "Clang..."

The blood-colored arrow struck with immense force, almost knocking the cauldron flying each time. Ye Fan's body trembled slightly, as if being pummeled by a ten-thousand-pound hammer.

"If even a third of the formation patterns were visible, even an ancient Great Emperor's secret arrow would be ground to dust!" the big black dog said resentfully.

"Huh, wait, no, this is a forbidden artifact, not a genuine secret arrow of an ancient Great Emperor!" It showed a look of surprise.

At that moment, the blood-colored arrow dimmed, and after seven or eight impacts, it turned to ash with a "puff," ground away by the formation patterns.

A 'forbidden artifact' refers to a weapon that can only be used a few times. Although its power is immense, it cannot be used for long.

"Just a crude imitation of a forbidden artifact, scared this Emperor half to death! I knew it was impossible for an ancient Great Emperor's secret arrow to be circulating," the big black dog completely perked up, leaping out of the Cauldron of Myriad Things' Mother Qi.

"Whoosh!"

Another blood-colored beam shot forth, accompanied by thunderous wind and sky-shattering killing intent, aiming for Ye Fan's throat, intending to kill him with a single blow.

"It's someone from the Jiang family!" Liu Kou said in a deep voice.

The one drawing the bow and firing arrows was none other than Jiang Yichen's uncle, Jiang Huai'an. His eyes were icy cold today, and he fired continuously. In the blink of an eye, several blood-red arrows shot forth, all targeting Ye Fan.

"They're just crude imitations of forbidden artifacts, completely ineffective!" the big black dog barked, activating the formation patterns.

"Boom!"

Great dragons soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds. These were condensed from killing intent, revealing the terrifying aspect of Great Emperor Wushi's formation patterns.

Screams instantly erupted. In the blink of an eye, dozens of cultivators were utterly annihilated, shredded by the murderous aura, leaving nothing behind.

Sounds of shattering followed. The arrows fired by Jiang Huai'an all turned to dust and dissipated in mid-air.

"Freeze him!" Ye Fan pointed at Jiang Huai'an.

"Woof, this Emperor had the same idea! Killing him directly would be too easy on him!" the Black Emperor barked.

The night sky trembled, and endless patterns emerged. Jiang Huai'an and his group were all bound, unable to move within the killing formation.

Meanwhile, others were desperately charging, amidst thunderous roars and bursting killing light. Many turned into bloody mud, dying tragic deaths on the spot.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan rushed over and took the large purple bow and several blood-colored arrows from Jiang Huai'an's hands.

"Whoosh!"

Nearby, several Half-Step Mighty cultivators suddenly appeared, unleashing killer moves, intending to use this opportunity to eliminate him.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Ten thousand swords resonated in unison. The Wushi Killing Formation underwent myriad transformations, and thousands of sword beams shot out, striking the four Half-Step Mighty cultivators.

One of them instantly became a sieve, his head pierced by hundreds of swords, his body and spirit utterly destroyed.

Another screamed, sliced into pulp by hundreds of sword beams, dying a violent death and ceasing to exist.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan retreated, following the Black Emperor's guidance as if entering an unmanned territory. Then, he drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and with a flash of blood-red light, he shot it out.

"Puff!"

The third Half-Step Mighty cultivator, already on the verge of being annihilated by the killing formation, was struck in the glabella by Ye Fan's arrow. He instantly let out a scream and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"And you!"

Ye Fan drew his bow again. As the last dying Half-Step Mighty cultivator just soared into the sky, a blood-colored beam descended, piercing through his crown.

"Puff!"

His head shattered, and his body turned to mud, instantly killing this powerful expert before he could even let out a scream.

Everyone was utterly terrified. A total of five Half-Step Mighty cultivators had been slain, so how could they not be afraid? They all screamed.

"Break out! We must break out!" People swarmed, trying to pile up bodies to create a path to survival.

"Damn it, they actually plotted against us! If I survive, I'll kill him a hundred times over!" Someone vowed silently.

"Rumble!"

It was as if a giant millstone was turning in the world, mercilessly crushing lives. Blood light continuously surged, and people were constantly turned into pulp.

It was merely a corner of the formation patterns left by an ancient Great Emperor, yet it possessed the immense power to kill all living beings in the world. Once trapped within it, escape was virtually impossible.

In this void, thousands of great dragons soared, representing the most terrifying killing intent, and various colored lightning bolts flickered. Anyone struck by them would certainly turn to ash.

Screams were incessant; it was a horrifying sight like an Asura field. The swirling killing light shredded one body after another, turning blood into rivers.

That night, too many people had attacked Ye Fan. Not a single person who had entered escaped; all were slaughtered.

It was like an ancient battlefield, with corpses piled high, blood flowing across the ground. The pungent smell of blood permeated the air, and a mist of blood stained even Ye Fan's hair and clothes.

"These were all masters; too many people were killed this time," Wu Zhongtian sighed.

"Since the slaughter has begun, there's no stopping now. There's no need for mercy. If we didn't attack, that would be one thing, but once we strike, we'll wipe them all out!" Ye Fan declared.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at Jiang Huai'an. The blood-colored arrow shot forth like a shocking rainbow, piercing straight through.

"Puff!"

He had no way to dodge. The arrow struck him directly in the abdomen, and with a "bang," his Sea of Rounds shattered, and all his divine power vanished.

With a single arrow, Ye Fan crippled him!

Jiang Huai'an screamed, despair flashing in his eyes. With his Sea of Rounds destroyed and his divine power depleted, he could never again embark on the path of cultivation.

"You..." He was filled with intense malice, screaming shrilly, glaring at Ye Fan and the others.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan asked with a cold smile. Then, he stretched out a large hand, seized him, and instantly sealed him, giving him no chance to speak.

"I don't care who you are, but you came to kill me, so you won't be spared. I'll throw you into a latrine, for at least a thousand years!" Ye Fan tossed him to Li Heishui.

"Exactly, this person should be suppressed!" Liu Kou shouted.

The killing formation was active, mercilessly harvesting lives. Ye Fan was carefully searching for the whereabouts of several Saint Sons.

"Jin Chixiao of the Northern Plains' Golden Family?" Ye Fan fixed his gaze on a towering figure, covered in scales, like a ferocious spirit, stepping on corpses as he charged outwards.

"Damn it, the Golden Family truly are descendants of primeval creatures!" Jiang Hairen exclaimed.

"Kill him!" Ye Fan commanded. No matter who it was, anyone who entered the killing formation was destined to die.

"Boom!" The Black Emperor activated the killing formation.

Endless blood light swept across, and the tall figure instantly burst apart, scales falling off, its body splitting into pieces. However, there was only divine power fluctuation, no blood splattering.

"This is a deity from his Dao Palace; it's not his true body, yet it's so powerful, almost comparable to a Saint Son," Liu Kou's heart skipped a beat.

Jin Chixiao was very cautious and did not show his true self; he merely projected a deity to observe the situation. Being slain here, he would undoubtedly suffer significant damage to his vitality.

Here, blood light soared to the heavens, and murderous intent was boundless, like a vast ocean surging.

From a distance, one could clearly see that the Wushi Great Formation had transformed into a massive millstone, grinding one body after another, continuously harvesting lives.

The scene was utterly terrifying; blood flowed on the ground, accumulating into a thick layer of bloody mud. It was a gruesome sight, like a living hell.

"Saint Son of Zifu!"

Ye Fan's eyes grew cold. He saw the Saint Son again, disheveled, wearing a long robe, a straw hat, carrying a large black gourd on his back, and holding a rotten wooden hammer, advancing over the corpses of others.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan drew out his Yin-Yang Holy Sword and strode forward, moving through the formation patterns.

"Buzz!"

He swung the Yin-Yang Holy Sword as if wielding a mountain range, shattering the high heavens and cleaving through the sky with immense power and force!

"Clang!"

Ye Fan swung his sword, chopping down heavily. The Saint Son of Zifu countered with the rotten wooden hammer in his hand. Chaotic light flashed as the two collided, producing a deafening sound.

"Thud!"

The Saint Son of Zifu flew backward, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. He had barely avoided being annihilated by the formation patterns just now and had already sustained severe injuries, now barely holding on.

However, the rotten wooden hammer in his hand was truly terrifying; it even cracked the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, which felt incredible.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan chopped down again. The sword light and the dark clouds in the sky almost connected, thick as a mountain, terrifying to behold!

"You can't kill me, do you know..." The Saint Son of Zifu knew his condition; he was absolutely not suitable for a major battle at this moment.

"I don't care who you are! If you dare to come and kill me and seize the cauldron, you'd better be prepared to die!" Ye Fan roared, giving him no chance to speak. Otherwise, if he revealed his identity and Ye Fan then killed him, it could cause significant trouble in the future.

"Clang," "Clang..."

The Yin-Yang Holy Sword was heavier than a mountain. With every swing, it struck the Saint Son of Zifu, causing him to vomit large mouthfuls of blood. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but had no chance.

If not for the terrifying rotten wooden hammer in his hand and the black gourd on his back, which constantly saved his life at crucial moments, he would have already been slain.

"These Saint Sons all have great fortuitous encounters. If he hadn't been severely wounded by the killing formation, killing him would have truly required a lot more effort," Ye Fan frowned.

He didn't know how the opponent obtained the rotten wooden hammer and other items, or the corresponding techniques, which when used together, unleashed incredibly immense power.

"It's time to end this. I'll send you on your way!"

Finally, Ye Fan swept his sword horizontally, with astonishing force. He wielded the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, bending its blade as if it were about to break.

"Puff!"

With one swing, Ye Fan lopped off the Saint Son of Zifu's head. Blood spurted over three meters high, and the headless corpse fell into a pool of blood. He swung his sword again, splitting the head that was attempting to escape into two halves!

The Saint Son of Zifu let out an unwilling shriek from his soul: "Ye Fan, you won't live either..." A ball of purple light burst out.

"Puff!"

Ye Fan brought his sword down, shattering the purple light and utterly destroying the body and spirit of a Saint Son. He didn't want to give the opponent a chance to reveal their identity by shouting it out.

"Killing you is pointless anyway; you're just a nobody now!" He stood holding the dripping Holy Sword.