Chapter 646: Great Slaughter in All Directions

The Nine Li Map, a terrifying Emperor Weapon capable of obliterating all masters in the human world, is the ultimate weapon on Earth!

At this moment, Ye Fan clutched it in his hand. It rattled, and a devastating wave, capable of traversing the three realms and six paths and destroying all life, surged out like a tide in an instant.

"Ah..." A series of tragic screams erupted. Ahead, a group of cultivators were like straw figures set ablaze, instantly tearing apart and then turning into ashes.

Under the ultimate divine might, even peerless prodigies with immense supernatural powers were no match, easily shattered like clay chickens and pottery dogs, leaving nothing behind in an instant.

"Rumble!" The Nine Li Map expanded, as if vast worlds were rising and falling, annihilating all living beings. All life vanished, and the world reverted to its origin. Its destructive power was terrifying, almost suffocating.

This was a terrifying divine energy that no human could withstand. It swept away all resistance; everyone in its path was instantly reduced to dust.

"Ah..." Many cultivators uttered only a single shriek of terror before being permanently erased from existence. This included nearly twenty Semi-Great Sages and many renowned experts.

"All of you, die!" Ye Fan roared. He was truly enraged, having been besieged and suppressed by an ultimate imperial weapon, facing near-certain death. He had finally succeeded in breaking free.

A golden warship cracked, and two Great Sages fell out, instantly meeting their demise.

A golden ancient pagoda exploded, and another supreme figure fell from the sky, instantly becoming a mass of shattered bones and mud, then vanishing into ashes.

With a loud bang, a Saint Lord-level bronze lamp burst apart, its flames raging. A prominent figure's soul was scattered, leaving nothing behind.

"Poof," "Poof,"... Blood surged into the sky as five Great Sages were successively crushed to death by the Nine Li Map. They only managed to let out a mournful groan or a low roar of unwillingness before being permanently erased from the world.

The Nine Li Map was simply unstoppable, like an ancient Great Emperor revived, possessing infinite power to destroy any foe. Even Saint Lords, powerful as they were, were like ants before its divine might.

"Do you think you can escape, Master Xiao?!" Ye Fan's eyes were sharp. He spotted Grand Tutor Xiao at the edge of the sky and, using the Lineage Secret Art of Movement, pursued him, shaking the Nine Li Map.

An Emperor Weapon of this caliber was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Possessing it was like holding the power of life and death over this vast world, making one virtually omnipotent.

No matter how great a hero one might be, if caught beneath its power, there was only certain death. They wouldn't even be considered insects, utterly incapable of resistance.

"No!" Grand Tutor Xiao's expression twisted into one of despair. His entire body ignited as he burned his own essence, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing for hundreds of miles.

But it was all in vain. The Nine Li Map covered the sky, rattling as it rapidly unfurled and spread closer.

A supreme Great Sage, desperately trying to escape, could not flee the terrifying range of its divine power. The ancient scroll stretched across the sky, instantly engulfing heaven and earth, sweeping over him.

"Poof!" Grand Tutor Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood. His torso instantly split into seven sections, scattering in all directions, his blood staining the sky crimson.

"Ah..." He screamed in terror. Life and death hung in the balance before him. All of this had begun because of his grandson, Xiao Mingyuan, and now his entire Xiao family was implicated.

"Stop!" His heart was filled with dread, consumed by extreme fear. If he could, he would pay any price for a chance at survival.

Unfortunately, there was no turning back. At this point, there was no room for negotiation or escape.

The Nine Li Map, like a vast ocean, instantly spread for hundreds of miles, engulfing the entire world. Grand Tutor Xiao was instantly vaporized, evaporated completely, his soul dried up and vanished forever.

In another direction, the Emperor of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty chanted incantations and fled into the distance like a great roc, not pausing for even a moment. He had temporarily abandoned his Emperor Weapon.

Ye Fan rampaged in all directions, seeking out his enemies. He utterly detested these people who had gravely wounded Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and left the Ji family's Little Moon on the verge of death. At this moment, he wanted to kill them all.

"Wang Teng, get out here!"

Finally, Ye Fan spotted Wang Teng hundreds of miles away. He picked up the Nine Li Map and pursued him. The ancient scroll, vast and boundless like the sky, unfurled towards the horizon.

"Boom!" The golden ancient chariot overturned, and Wang Teng tumbled through the void like a rolling gourd. The unparalleled ultimate divine might was too much even for someone as powerful as him to bear.

Fortunately, he was far enough away, hundreds of miles distant, not directly within the terrifying fluctuation, only slightly affected. However, even this slight impact left him severely wounded, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. His body was on the verge of shattering, covered in blood.

"Boom!" The Nine Li Map unfurled like a boundless, surging flood. Ye Fan battled in all directions, crushing all who stood in his way!

The Northern Emperor was severely wounded but dared not stop, or he would become another tragic example like the Great Sages who had perished without a trace.

"Bang!" Just a sliver of the Emperor Weapon's pressure from the outermost edge of its fluctuation flipped his golden ancient chariot a thousand feet away, then slammed it heavily into his body.

"Poof!" He spat out a large mouthful of blood. His entire body was riddled with cracks, and his bones crunched like popping beans, nearly shattering into pieces.

"Boom!" It had to be said that the weapons of ancient Great Emperors were truly terrifying, possessing endless divine power. The Nine Li Map continued to expand, spreading in all directions, covering the entire heaven and earth.

At a critical moment, a phantom image of an ancient Emperor appeared on the golden ancient chariot, suddenly opening its eyes. It helped block the surging "flood," but this ancient Emperor's image also shattered, utterly destroyed.

Wang Teng, disheveled, fled for his life. This was the most horrific experience he had endured since his debut. Never before had he been so grievously wounded; even Saint Lords had always shown him deference.

"Wang Teng, go to hell!"

Ye Fan roared, fixing his gaze on him. However, he found it difficult to catch up quickly, as activating the Emperor Weapon consumed too much power. Even with his formidable physique, his vital essence was rapidly depleting.

"Bang!" Wang Teng was once again struck by the golden ancient chariot and sent flying. Dozens of his bones fractured, yet his eyes remained cold as he silently chanted an ancient incantation.

"Boom!" The void tore open, and a golden cave appeared, seemingly leading to the supreme heavens. The golden ancient chariot carried him into it, on the verge of vanishing.

"Rattle!" The Nine Li Map expanded. Ye Fan exerted all his strength, wanting to stop the Northern Emperor, as he was a terrifyingly powerful enemy, a dominant figure in this era, and few could contend with him in the future.

"Pop!" The golden cave in the void shattered. The Northern Emperor's body was clearly seen twisting and deforming, covered in blood, with fragments of bone protruding sharply.

However, the golden cave ultimately vanished, leaving his fate unknown and his whereabouts unseen.

Regardless of his fate, seeing the esteemed Northern Emperor reduced to such a state finally allowed Ye Fan to vent some anger. Of course, if he had been split alive, Ye Fan would have felt even more satisfied.

At this point, Ye Fan was truly struggling to sustain himself. The immense power he had just displayed was also due to Ji Ziyue's earlier efforts, as she had transferred infinite magic power to him, comparable to that of a Saint Lord.

Now, the Ji family's Little Moon was semi-conscious, critically wounded, and could no longer transfer magic power to him.

Even so, Ye Fan, wielding the Emperor Weapon, remained terrifying. He poured divine spring water of life into Ji Ziyue and others, while also drinking heavily himself, solely to continue activating the Emperor Weapon.

"How fated, all of you go to hell!"

Ye Fan swept through his enemies. In this direction, he encountered over a dozen Supreme Elders from the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land and Purple Mansion Holy Land, and immediately charged towards them.

"Rattle!" As the Nine Li Map unfurled, these individuals turned ashen, desperately fleeing. Their bodies burned with raging divine flames, wishing they could incinerate their own essences in an instant.

"Ah!" Screams erupted one after another. Under the weapon of an ancient Great Emperor, even invincible kings would meet a bitter end, let alone them. Although they were prominent figures from Holy Lands, at this moment, they were like stray dogs, living in constant terror.

With terrified cries, these people fell like autumn leaves, then shattered into nothingness in heaven and earth, all meeting their demise.

At the edge of the boundless void, many powerful beings who witnessed this scene felt a chill run through them, from head to toe. How could one possibly contend with this? The Holy Body had gone berserk, causing the endless Qinling Mountains to tremble. No one knew how many people would perish.

Ye Fan had completely succumbed to a killing frenzy. Along the way, countless powerful individuals fell from the sky, turning it blood-red. In the central area, no one was left with an intact corpse, and in the distant horizon, bodies continuously plummeted to the ground.

"It's you..." Ahead, a golden banner flapped violently as a group of people fled. They were the Supreme Elders of the Northern Plains Golden Family, along with one of their young masters and a Great Sage.

"Ye Fan, if you continue this massacre, there will be no place for you in the world!" one of them shouted, clearly putting on a brave front despite inner fear.

"If I don't kill you, what justice is there?!" Ye Fan strode forward like a dragon and a tiger, charging like a whirlwind. He roared, "Even if gods descend today, I will kill them without hesitation! Let the floods rage; if my friends die, I will turn the entire Central State upside down!"

"Boom!" He shook the Nine Li Map, and the entire world almost collapsed. The powerful experts of the Northern Plains Golden Family ahead screamed in terror, then plummeted downwards like dumplings falling into boiling water.

Corpse after corpse tumbled from the sky, including one of their young masters, a Great Sage, and numerous Supreme Elders, all meeting their demise.

Ye Fan shook it again, and all these corpses shattered. Then, the mountains below, spanning hundreds of miles, were completely leveled, reduced to flat ground. In the distance, endless mountain ranges collapsed, trees were uprooted haphazardly, and withered leaves drifted.

This was truly an apocalyptic scene, and it was only a mere wisp of ultimate divine might because Ye Fan's magic power was insufficient to sustain it. Otherwise, it would have been truly unimaginable!

"Who on earth interfered with the Emperor Weapon, allowing me to seize it?" Ye Fan, exhausted from his widespread slaughter, slowly calmed down.

Unless a Saint had intervened using the "Soldier" character secret art from the Nine Secrets of Taoism to disrupt the ancient Great Emperor's weapon, no one else could have possibly achieved this!

"Could it be that the Victorious Fighting Buddha from the Western Desert has truly arrived?" He was certain it wasn't the old madman.

By now, Ye Fan was truly struggling to hold on. He had carved a path of blood using the might of the Emperor Weapon and was now rushing out of the Qinling Mountains.

Throughout this process, the Nine Li Map continued to tremble, absorbing his endless vital essence. His magic power flowed out like water, leaving him feeling incredibly weak.

"This is bad!" Ye Fan silently exclaimed, realizing something was amiss. He was almost about to fall from the sky.

"Emperor Weapon, return!" At the distant edge of the sky, the Emperor of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty and several Great Sages sat cross-legged, shouting and chanting an ancient incantation.

At the same time, super-level supreme figures such as the Saint Lords of Myriad Beginnings, Purple Mansion, and Shakyamuni, the Lord of the Northern Plains Golden Family, the Demonic Lord of the Southern Ridge, and the Divine Monk of the Western Desert appeared, following at a steady pace.

Moreover, waves of divine power from Emperor Weapons emanated, indicating that others were arriving with ultimate imperial weapons.

Suddenly, a supreme divine might also emerged from another direction, rapidly approaching. A loud roar echoed, "Who dares to harm my sister?!"

Ji Haoyue, with disheveled hair, charged forward with an ancient mirror suspended above his head. Behind him were the Ji family's Saint Lord and two other Great Sages, channeling magic power for him.