Chapter 562: Human King Seal

## Chapter 466: The Human King Seal

Corpses lay one after another in the mountains. Blood stained the grass, and more than a few cultivators at the eighth transformation of Light Refinement were among the dead, all slain by Ji Haoyue. Bodies were scattered across the forest floor, and a blood mist permeated the air. Even powerful exotic beasts dared not approach; this was a place where life had vanished.

Ye Fan was quite surprised by the outcome of the battle. The Ji family's Divine King Physique truly lived up to its reputation, being even more powerful and formidable than it was a few years ago. However, Ji Haoyue was ultimately at the end of his tether, having exhausted his strength from killing too many people. Now, although only a dozen or so opponents remained, they were all extremely troublesome, possessing secret techniques or ancient artifacts. At this point, the Ji family's Divine King Physique could not hold on, even if he fought with all his might.

"Attack together! Kill them!" These people acted in unison. Even though they recognized Ye Fan's extraordinary abilities, it was impossible for them to give up at this critical moment.

Ye Fan immediately struck with great force. He spun around, swinging his right leg horizontally. The large bell descending from the sky was kicked apart with a resounding *clang*. The bell's ripples, like blades, swept in all directions, eroding the ground by three *zhang* and reducing a nearby cliff to rubble. A mountain range on the other side was even sliced down. It was evident how terrifying this bell was; its ripples were like divine swords, destroying all obstacles. Yet, Ye Fan shattered it with a single kick, shocking everyone present.

The fragments fell, shimmering with a crystalline luster. They were clearly made of divine iron, yet they were destroyed by Ye Fan's physical body, crumbling easily and scattering into cliffs, grass, and rubble.

"Kill him first!" Recognizing the ominous turn of events, the people present abandoned Ji Haoyue and his sister, attacking Ye Fan together. They concentrated all their power to eliminate him first, leaving him no chance.

But Ye Fan's speed was incredible. As they spoke, he had already surged forward, targeting the bell's owner, and brought his large hand down. The onlookers only saw a splash of blood and a rain of shattered bone fragments; the battle was over. The bell was destroyed, and before its owner could even react, Ye Fan, using the Xing Zi Jue, rushed close and ended his life.

"Kill!" These people shouted, their eyes bloodshot. At such a critical juncture, they absolutely refused to fail.

A divine light shone. Someone shook an ancient mirror, unleashing a terrifying radiance, aiming to strike Ye Fan down. He sneered continuously, shaking the mirror back and forth. To everyone's astonishment, Ye Fan did not dodge. Instead, he swung his fist and struck. The divine light collided with his fist, but instead of turning him into a puddle of blood as everyone expected, it produced the sound of metal and stone shattering.

Ye Fan moved like an illusion, rushing through the divine light, rapidly approaching. Each time he swung his fist, he shattered the mirror's light. He was upon his opponent almost in the blink of an eye.

"Dodge! Retreat quickly!" The others roared. By then, they had all realized that Ye Fan was fearless and utterly unafraid of the ancient mirror's attack, fighting broadly and openly, striking directly from a distance. That person's speed was not slow, but it was nothing compared to Ye Fan's. Others sacrificed various ancient artifacts to help, but they couldn't catch up.

Ye Fan almost instantly punched through the ancient mirror. Without stopping, he surged forward, simultaneously piercing the man's chest, shattering his divine soul, and ending his life.

"Who is this person?!" Those in the back gasped, chilled to the bone by this terrifying close-combat sacred art. It truly broke everything; even powerful magic artifacts were useless, shattering with a single blow.

Behind him, Ji Haoyue, whose divine power was depleted and who was about to collapse, also narrowed his eyes, a divine light flashing within them as he stared at Ye Fan's palms and fingers.

"So powerful..." Ji Ziyue's large eyes curved into crescent moons. Her tense emotions relaxed, and sparkling tears traced paths down her fair, jade-like cheeks.

"Who are you, and why are you interfering?!" These individuals felt a bottomless dread. They were powerful, with many among them having reached the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation, but they had also expended too much divine power. Their situation was slightly better than Ji Haoyue's, but they were no longer fit for intense battle. This suddenly appearing person was like an unstoppable force in close combat, making everyone gasp and feel a premonition of disaster.

"Don't get close! Unleash your magic artifacts to kill him!"

"Use the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow to shoot him down!" These people became ruthless and quickly made their deployment. Several strong cultivators stepped forward, jointly holding a jade-green hard bow. All of them had to exert their full strength just to draw it to a full moon shape. At that moment, spiritual energy from all directions surged towards them like a tide. This bow was extraordinary; it seemed to possess a soul, as if a deity resided within it, autonomously absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. It trembled gently, emitting myriad rays of light, as if making the entire mountain range shake. A divine light appeared on the bowstring, transforming into an arrow, ready to be loosed.

Ye Fan was surprised. This was definitely a Saint Lord-level heavy artifact, no small matter. He felt a strong threat from it. He had seen the terrifying blood holes on Ji Haoyue's body, which were most likely caused by this bow.

"Kill!"

"Once the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow is unleashed, all under heaven shall die!" Those people roared, their voices like thunder. All the trees' leaves scattered in disarray, and a chilling aura filled the air.

Ye Fan had no desire to be a living target for them. He swept his sleeve, moving with nine flashes in a single step, approaching with an inexplicable trajectory directly towards the bow-wielder. A divine light suddenly appeared at his fingertip, which he pointed out.

The Ten Thousand Sorrows Bowstring vibrated, and the light arrow shot out like a deity, emitting a terrifying whistle. It illuminated the heavens and earth, heading directly for Ye Fan's head.

"Die! That's the consequence of meddling!" Clearly, they had great confidence in this arrow, believing it would severely wound Ye Fan. Everyone sneered, and each of them also unleashed their own magic artifacts, attacking together to extinguish his soul.

Ye Fan shifted positions, continuously dodging, but then he discovered a thread of vital energy had locked onto him. No matter how he tried to escape, that divine light would not stop.

"With the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow, as long as one's strength is great enough, anything can be shot down! I don't believe you can dodge it!" The bow-wielders taunted, full of confidence. However, they dared not be careless. They unleashed all sorts of ancient treasures, unwilling to give Ye Fan a single chance, using them to assist the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow in eliminating the enemy.

Ye Fan's body was a blur, flitting erratically like an unreal phantom, swift as a god or a ghost. It was utterly unlike anything a person of flesh and blood could achieve.

"Why is his speed so fast?!" Everyone was astonished. The light arrows couldn't catch him, barely trailing behind. Several ancient treasures also struck empty air, not harming a single hair on him.

Ye Fan, however, frowned. If he hadn't mastered the Xing Zi Jue, he would have been caught by the light arrows long ago; there would have been no way to escape. This couldn't go on.

He suddenly stopped, divine light bursting from his fingertips, striking the light arrow. A blinding radiance erupted, causing many to close their eyes.

"Seeking death!"

"He dares to directly confront the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow! He doesn't know what's good for him!" Those people all wore indifferent expressions, preparing to watch Ye Fan's bones break, tendons snap, and hands shatter. However, their sneers quickly froze.

Ye Fan's finger had not shattered; it remained perfectly intact. He murmured to himself, "What powerful strength. I was truly careless; it made my physical body bleed." A single, brilliant drop of blood rolled down his fingertip, but it hadn't caused any fundamental injury; it was merely a drop of blood. He was lamenting, while the others were in shock. The mighty Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow had only managed this much effect?

"What?! It barely even broke his skin?!"

"The Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow can even wound a Saint Lord! Is he an ancient barbaric king? How did he only bleed a single drop?!" Those people were all stunned, and then a chill ran through them. What an incredibly powerful physical body this was.

Not far away, Ji Haoyue paused, but he didn't waste any time. Closing his eyes, his entire body glowed as he rapidly healed his injuries, aiming to restore his combat power. Ji Ziyue was surprised, her small canines gleaming with a crystalline luster. Wiping away her tears, her large, black-gem-like eyes rolled incessantly.

"Is he *that* savage?!" In an instant, this group thought of the barbarian from the Qishi Mansion, who had single-handedly shattered the palms and fingers of mighty cultivators.

"Don't worry about it so much! Unleash all your divine power, draw the divine bow to a full moon, and keep shooting!" The others shouted. Several more people stepped forward, jointly holding the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow, and pulled its string together.

These people were almost insane, exerting every ounce of their strength to jointly activate the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow. It was far more terrifying than before, as if a sun had fallen there, emitting ten thousand rays of immortal light. One light arrow after another was shot out. Each arrow streaked across the sky like a comet, dazzling and brilliant. The essence of heaven and earth surged like a tide, furiously pouring into the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow.

Ye Fan also transformed into a wisp of light, pushing the Xing Zi Jue to its limit. He moved amidst the terrifying light arrows, rapidly approaching. If he couldn't dodge, he would swing his fist and strike. The sounds were like a chorus of immortal swords, making souls tremble. The terrifying collisions sent sparks flying, and the earth was carved down several *zhang* deep by the light waves; the sight was horrific.

"This is..." Those people felt a chill. Ye Fan possessed extreme speed and an unparalleled physical body, inherently countering them. Even the Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow was proving ineffective.

Ye Fan finally reached them. His right hand shifted, forming an enigmatic magical seal. At this moment, his aura surged dramatically, like an emperor presiding over the world, instilling an urge to prostrate oneself. As the seal manifested, Ye Fan's essence, qi, and spirit soared to a revered height. An unparalleled pressure emanated from him, looking down upon all under heaven, as if a Human King had appeared, supreme and unique.

The Human King Seal! This was Ye Fan's first time casting it. This ancient art was profound and unfathomable, possessing the power to devour mountains and rivers. With a raised hand, it seemed capable of obliterating mountains, rivers, and the myriad races. This was the Human King Seal. Its mere aura made people tremble, almost compelling them to prostrate themselves, as if they were truly facing the supreme Human King.

The Ten Thousand Sorrows Bow was instantly struck away by him. And without exception, the several people behind the bow were all instantly pulverized into a bloody paste, their forms and spirits utterly annihilated.

"The long-lost Human King Seal?!" At this moment, the Ji family's Divine King Physique finally let out a gasp of surprise for the first time.

"Flee!" Everyone else's face changed. One person shouted, and the rest all retreated rapidly. Among them were strong cultivators who had reached the eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation, but now their divine power was almost depleted, making them utterly unable to fight. Ye Fan descended from the sky, suddenly breaking in. His physical body and speed were terrifying. Within this space sealed by a grand formation, he held an absolute advantage, leaving them no choice.

Once the Human King Seal was unleashed, it was unstoppable. Another person was instantly pulverized into a blood mist, leaving nothing behind. Its power was world-shaking.

Ye Fan, holding the Human King Seal, stepped through the void. With each step he took, the entire world trembled, his might terrifying to the soul, as if the Lord of the Human Race himself were on the move! Every strike he unleashed caused mountains and rivers to tremble. No matter the distance, as long as he targeted an opponent, their form would inevitably be shattered.

"Ah..." These people screamed in terror, feeling as if they weren't facing a person, but a god!

Screams constantly erupted. Anyone hit was inevitably shattered, without a shred of doubt. The Human King Seal, a world-shaking sacred art, struck terror into hearts. Ye Fan seemed to have transformed into the King of the Human Race, walking through this mortal world, gazing down upon all beings.