Chapter 698: The Destroyer

Chapter Seven Hundred and One: The Destroyer

As the young old madman took each step forward, the fluctuations from the bronze warship intensified, as if an ancient, sky-rending fierce beast was awakening, threatening to shatter the world.

One thousand five hundred *li* away, numerous spectators were horrified. The old madman had already set up a supreme divine array, sealing off the vital energy within, yet such power still emanated!

At this moment, their primordial spirits felt as if they were cracking like jade, their bones scraped by knives, every inch of muscle and blood seemingly peeling away. This was the pain of impending bodily destruction.

One could imagine what it would be like without the isolation of that ancient divine array; perhaps countless areas within a vast radius would have crumbled and sunk, and they themselves would surely turn to dust.

All of this was merely a ripple, not even the actual engagement of combatants. Such was the power of an ancient saint, a supreme expert, akin to a deity.

A dull thud echoed as the bronze warship, larger than a mountain range, shook, shedding rust onto the ground. Its cabin door swung open, and a fierce gust of wind burst forth.

Every strand of wind was black, tearing through the void and stirring up chaos. At this moment, a sense of bleakness permeated heaven and earth!

It was as if a deity from hell had broken free from its prison, emerging into this world to enact an apocalypse, with surging killing intent filling the air like a hurricane.

The aura of death enveloped everything, far and wide. Throughout history, heaven and earth were profoundly affected by this deathly wind.

"Bang!"

A foot stepped out, encased in shimmering black iron armor, enveloped in dark light, emanating an even more terrifying divine power.

"Thud!"

The bronze warship shuddered as the powerful being finally emerged, clad in black iron battle armor, shimmering with dark light, his stature imposing.

He truly resembled a god, enveloped in a radiant aura. His dark, chilling sacred armor covered his entire body, making him appear remarkably valiant.

His face was ashen white, as if he hadn't seen sunlight for thousands of years, and strikingly handsome. Yet, faint wrinkles marked his skin, traces left by time.

His hair had turned gray, losing some of its luster, but his eyes remained pitch black, like two luminous black gemstones.

One could imagine how valiant this ancient ancestor must have been in his youth, but now, time had left an indelible mark on him.

This was a king whose power was unfathomable, one who in ancient times commanded the worship of all beings, and now he had truly manifested in reality!

"Human, you dare to come alone to slay dozens of ancient kings like us? You are truly courageous, but you are also seeking death!" the man intoned deeply.

In response, the young old madman made only one move: he attacked. His assault was swift and decisive, a direct reply through action.

"Roar..."

At this moment, the young madman truly seemed possessed, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent, his black hair bristling like dragon scales, his murderous aura boiling.

One thousand five hundred *li* away, people were astonished. Faced with such ancient kings, humanity had always retreated or even prostrated themselves in humiliation, filled with dread. When had they ever dared to launch such a proactive assault!

Although they were not personally confronting him and were not acting at this moment, they still felt their blood boil. A cultivator should be like this, daring to engage in battle even against a legendary ancestor king.

"Clang!"

The ancestor king, clad in black dark-gold divine armor, produced a long spear forged from black crystal in his hand. He thrust it forward; his movement was not particularly swift, yet it produced a heavenly sacred sound.

"This is... the resonance of the Great Dao, the harmonious sound of mana permeating heaven and earth!"

Everyone felt their hairs stand on end. This was the Dao principle of slaying all living beings, a power that only forbidden existences could display, previously only appearing in legends, and now seen in reality.

The Great Dao resonated harmoniously, unleashing countless strands of power; dragons leaped, phoenixes danced, and divine sounds, sharp as knives, threatened to cleave all beings.

However, all of this was merely the accompanying sacred sound of the Heavenly Dao. The true killing blow was still the black crystal divine spear, which instantly pierced through the firmament and, in the blink of an eye, reached the young old madman's glabella.

Too terrifying!

This was the throbbing spiritual perception of everyone present. This spear was accompanied by countless black lines, each one a law, each strand enough to slay a patriarch!

Thousands of threads converged on the black spearhead, focusing on the old madman's forehead. One could imagine how terrifying and unstoppable this attack was.

"Clang!"

The young old madman's hand, like a piece of radiant jade, glowed with brilliant light, his eyes filled with endless coldness. He parried the demonic spear with two fingers!

Such a strike was capable of destroying an entire great sect, sinking the earth, and bringing down meteors. Yet, it was now caught between two fingers.

This world-shattering strike, with the black crystal spear stopped, was simply horrifying. Everyone was petrified, their eyes filled with shock, unable to move an inch.

The ancient ancestor king was also astonished. His full-power strike had been neutralized in such a manner by his opponent, two fingers preventing his divine weapon from advancing even an inch!

It was only a finger's distance from the forehead, with Heavenly Dao laws surging and endless threads entwining. If it pierced through, any hero, no matter how great, would turn to ash.

However, all the power of the laws was suppressed, unable to advance even an inch, and a monstrous, flood-like aura surged forth, threatening to suffocate him!

Killing intent, like a dragon, burst from the ancient king's dark eyes. He violently shook, pulling the spear down, slashing it like a knife.

"Clang!"

The old madman blocked with his hand, generating a shower of sparks, shattering a large area of space and creating massive spatial rifts!

"Crack!"

Then, with a forceful twist, the spearhead forged from black divine crystal snapped, crushed into glittering black fragments in his hand.

All of this happened in an instant, faster than people could react. The ancient king's weapon was destroyed just like that!

The old madman was incredibly fast, mastering the "Movement" secret art, covering a thousand *zhang* in a single step, appearing and disappearing like a flash of light. Though the ancient ancestor king was swift, moving like lightning, he could not evade.

"Pfft!"

With one hand, the old madman directly sliced into the ancestor king's chest, tearing it open. Blood gushed forth, and various internal organs spilled out.

The ancient king roared, unleashing various sacred Dao laws, but they could not stem the injury. Ancient blood continued to spurt forth, unstoppable.

"Ah..."

He struggled violently, his mana surging, manifesting as ancient king's order, interweaving like divine chains, yet it could not harm his opponent.

At this moment, he decisively abandoned his physical body. Divine light shot skyward from his crown, his primordial spirit attempting to escape.

However, the young old madman was even faster and more decisive. He snatched the broken spear and, with a "pfft," plunged it into the king's crown, piercing straight through him.

Such a scene was rarely witnessed over thousands of generations. Who could slay an ancient king so decisively and fiercely?

Blood spurted, and white brain matter splattered. The spear forged from black divine crystal had penetrated completely, shattering his primordial spirit.

It was unclear how long passed before people snapped back to reality. The entire scene was bloody and utterly shocking; an ancient king had been slain just like that.

The old madman held the broken spear, impaling the corpse that could awe for eons. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed it to the ground and continued walking forward on foot.

No one spoke. How many years had passed since humanity had produced such a person, one who dared to kill an ancient king like this? How many such instances could there be throughout history?!

Was this someone capable of achieving Dao Enlightenment? This was the silent thought of everyone, and as they considered it, they couldn't help but tremble.

Ye Fan was naturally also deeply shocked. Was this the might of a saint? To be so terrifying! The path he had to walk was still very long!

In the golden desert, only a young man, with black hair fluttering, eyes raging with murderous intent, walked with firm steps, moving steadily towards the ancient bronze warship.

This was a shocking spectacle: a single individual truly daring to face so many ancient kings alone. The young old madman showed no hesitation, his resolve unwavering.

"It's them... they've actually returned!" One thousand five hundred *li* away, the head of an immortal lineage exclaimed, losing his voice, as he stared at the ancient ship and finally remembered something.

"Could it be that group of Destroyers from countless ages past?!" another patriarch spoke, filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"That's right, it's them! Even eternal exile couldn't erase them; they've returned in the end!" a living fossil trembled, his voice quivering.

Ye Fan's heart tightened. He listened carefully and learned a terrifying truth.

In those distant, desolate ages, a group of extraterrestrial saints arrived on ancient ships. They were detected in advance by the people of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, who, upon careful sensing, realized they were overwhelmingly powerful and impossible to resist.

Legend had it that these ancient beings represented the supreme combat power formed by the kings of the three ancient lands uniting.

The Ziwei Ancient Star Domain was then in an era when Great Emperors had vanished. Ultimately, the barbaric saints of that era exhausted their divine essence and jointly unleashed a world-shaking forbidden secret technique, banishing the extraterrestrial bronze warship to an unknown ancient domain deep within the desolate universe.

"They wore out the saints of the barbaric era to death, moving the ancient ship to an unknown space-time. After such a long time, they have actually returned!"

When the ancient secret was revealed, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. How could they possibly resist this? For humanity, this was a monumental catastrophe!

Everyone prayed that the young old madman, filled with boiling killing intent, would slay all the ancient kings; otherwise, rivers of blood would flow across the land, and corpses would number in the hundreds of millions.

"Even an ancient saint, with hope of achieving Dao, cannot single-handedly oppose so many!" People were deeply worried.

"The divine abilities of these ancient ancestor kings are beyond imagination. It's already difficult for one saint to fight one or two of them alone. Our human saint is facing a certain death situation."

"No one can fight so many ancient kings alone, unless an ancient Great Emperor is resurrected."

After understanding everything, people's hearts were filled with pessimism. Even though the young old madman had slain two ancient kings, there was still no trace of relief among the spectators.

Undoubtedly, the two ancient kings just slain were in an extremely weakened state. If they had been at full strength, they would have been invincible!

Normally, an ancient saint who could contend with a few individuals of the same rank would be considered very powerful. To single-handedly kill dozens would truly be defying the heavens!

"They have exhausted the vital energy within a radius of hundreds of thousands of *li*, killing all vegetation and creatures. It's likely that some of the ancestor kings have fully recovered."

"They haven't emerged all at once. At this moment, they must be transferring vital energy to a few of their number, allowing them to emerge at their peak state. This... even with the potential to achieve Dao, they would be irresistible!"

"Bang!"

The young old madman was overwhelmingly powerful. With one palm strike, he caved in a large section of the bronze warship, which was as massive as a mountain range, creating a huge hole.

His eyes burned with furious killing intent, utterly cold. He was fearless even in the face of such a deadly predicament.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted, seemingly capable of penetrating past, present, and future, sweeping through all heavens and myriad realms. A supreme being, fully prepared, finally emerged!

His entire body was jet black, every inch of his skin gleaming with dark light, as if forged from black crystals. He possessed a thousand arms, like a Thousand-Armed Buddha!

This was a supreme figure. He walked slowly, and with each step he took, all heavens and myriad realms seemed to pulsate with him. Forged like dark gold, he resembled an immortal god!

"Human, although you are powerful, daring to come here is seeking your own death. There is no hope of survival for you. I have even witnessed the methods of the old Battle Saint Sovereign." Within the ancient bronze warship, there were a total of three Great Saints, and now the Thousand-Armed Demonic God had finally emerged!