Chapter 706: Wounds of Black Blood Stain the Blue Sky

The Skywolf Howling Moon Platform was a barren, massive broken mountain, over ten thousand zhang tall, with an incredibly flat and wide surface.

At this moment, it was stained with golden blood, with broken bodies scattered across the ground, and countless feathers fluttering through the air.

Ye Fan held the Myriad-Woe Bow, drawn like a full moon, exuding an intense killing intent, with beams of deadly light soaring to the clouds. Members of the Golden Crow clan stepped forward to block him, but were repeatedly shot down.

“Ye Fan, do you intend to be an eternal enemy of my Golden Crow clan?!” an old Golden Crow roared. He was a peak figure at the first layer of the Immortal Terrace, just half a step away from becoming a Great Power.

Ye Fan said nothing in response. Instead, just as before, he drew his bow and shot towards the sky. A divine arrow, condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, dozens of li long, pierced through the air!

“Woo-woo!” The divine arrow emitted an eerie hum, its light intensely bright, forcing everyone to close their eyes, unable to look directly at it. It was as if a hundred thousand stars had converged, forever illuminating the cosmos.

“Pfft!” A streak of blood flew up as the old Golden Crow let out a shriek, instantly pierced through, utterly unable to dodge or escape. His body was torn into more than a dozen pieces by the arrow, falling with Golden Crow blood.

“Bang!” The Skywolf Howling Moon Platform gained another large patch of golden bloodstains and body parts, a shocking sight. This was already the fifth Golden Crow he had shot down.

“You, Ye, for making an enemy of my Golden Crow clan, you will be hunted by the ten princes, cast into the Myriad Refining Purgatory, and turned to ashes!” another person screamed before dying.

“Pfft!” His body was pierced by a divine arrow, his corpse splitting apart and falling. Blood poured down; this was a sky stained with blood.

From a distance, people’s hearts pounded in fear. Ye Fan acted without any restraint, striking ruthlessly as if he were merely shooting large eagles. He clearly did not regard them as the most fearsome clan.

Meanwhile, the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan and Lu Ya also found themselves unable to escape. They encountered immense trouble, pursued by a full one hundred and eight divine arrows.

Arrows rained down chaotically across the sky. Each one was dozens of li long, shattering a section of the sky completely. They never ceased; if they missed their target, they would continue flying for a long time, making it difficult to exhaust their spiritual energy.

This was the Myriad-Woe Bow, an incredibly terrifying secret weapon. Now that Ye Fan could be compared to a Saint Lord, its unleashed power was countless times greater than before, and its ability to kill enemies was far more potent.

Earlier, the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan had his body halved by Ye Fan’s Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, and though he had regenerated it, his vital energy was severely depleted.

The Myriad-Woe Bow unleashed a hundred arrows simultaneously, disrupting heaven and earth. Hundreds of arrow-lights, dozens of li long, interwove into a golden web of laws, encircling him and making escape impossible.

The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan cried out as he was pierced through for the second time. One of his arms was shattered, turning into golden blood-mud, and shattered bones fell, a truly gruesome sight.

“Damn it!” His hair flew wildly. He had never suffered such a heavy loss since birth, repeatedly taking severe blows.

Lu Ya’s expression was also grave. After all, he was merely an avatar. He let out a long cry and personally conjured the Golden Crow Treasure Banners. Eighty-one golden banners fluttered, covering the sky and obscuring the sun.

The treasure banners unfurled, golden divine light engulfed the void, forming eighty-one great doors, sealing off the area and blocking the divine arrows. They transformed into a self-contained domain.

“Burn everything with the True Sun Fire, reduce all to ash!” Lu Ya commanded.

The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan complied, merging his Dao with the refining flames, reaching an extreme void state. True Sun Fire illuminated all directions, scorching everything.

The eighty-one golden banners fluttered with a rustling sound, like pillars supporting the heavens, accompanied by eighty-one golden clouds that seemed to part the heavens, and crushed everything.

The hundred-plus divine arrows were blocked outside, unable to enter. It could be said that these treasure banners were truly terrifying; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to simultaneously cause the tragic deaths of five peerless sect masters in the past, their blood splattering the banners.

“Sealing the void as a prison, binding one’s own hands and feet,” Ye Fan remarked. With a single step, he ascended to high heaven. His comprehension of the 'Movement' character secret deepened, and his speed became even faster.

These eighty-one Golden Crow banners could not stop him. He charged in alone, intending to shoot down both princes inside. His killing intent was so potent that the clear sky trembled.

“Go!” Lu Ya’s expression changed. This was no solution at all. Temporarily sealing the void as a prison was merely drinking poison to quench thirst; the enemy could cross the treasure banner barrier as if entering an unmanned land.

This was a contest of speed. The two Golden Crows possessed extreme speed, with hardly anyone in the world able to catch up to them—this was a racial advantage.

To speak of it, only the Sky Roc clan could compare, transcending the mundane world, but today, Ye Fan rapidly closed the distance and instantly cut off their escape path.

“What kind of speed is this?!” Not only were the two Golden Crow princes astonished, even the other sect masters turned pale. Ascending to the heavens in one step, chasing Golden Crows in three—it was simply terrifying.

“I will confront him; my true strength may not be weaker than his,” the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan said with a savage expression. He didn’t want to be shot down by stray arrows, so he turned back, intending to fight to the death.

“Now, I have no time to waste on you!” Ye Fan stood still in the sky and shot at him with the Myriad-Woe Bow.

The more than a hundred divine arrows from earlier also surged forward. They transformed into a world-shaking rainbow, its five colors soaring to the heavens, dazzling and brilliant, like stars streaking across the universe.

The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan cried out, and with astonishing power, forcibly crushed ninety divine arrows, turning them into dust as he charged forward.

However, in the process, he was struck by over a dozen arrows, almost being torn to shreds. He forcibly used Golden Crow blood to hold his body together, preventing it from disintegrating.

“You, Ye…” The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan was covered in blood. The dozen or so holes piercing straight through him looked somewhat horrifying. With disheveled hair, he charged forward, ready to fight to the death and drag his opponent down with him.

Although his vital energy was severely depleted, he desperately forced his ancestral Golden Crow essence to surge, becoming terrifyingly powerful and possessing peerless combat strength.

In the sky, a Golden Crow flapped its wings, striking the heavens. It transformed into a massive bird body and fiercely fought Ye Fan. Feathers flew wildly, and golden blood splattered.

People were astonished. The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan truly possessed the strength to kill a Saint Lord. Despite such severe injuries, he was still so valiant and possessed such terrifying combat power.

“It ends here. I’ll send you on your way!” After a brief fierce battle, Ye Fan roared. His entire body seemed cast from divine gold, every inch sparkling, emitting ten thousand rays of light. He condensed the myriad divine arrows in the sky into a single golden battle spear, piercing through the clouds.

He descended with immense momentum, wielding the heaven-piercing golden battle spear with both hands. He swooped down from the boundless azure sky. Compared to the massive golden spear, he appeared tiny, yet he exuded an aura capable of devouring mountains and rivers, his black hair fluttering wildly.

“Pfft!” The golden spearhead struck like a blow into soft mud, piercing into the head of the giant Golden Crow whose wings struck the heavens. It plunged in completely, piercing through its skull.

The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow clan let out a final, agonizing shriek. His massive corpse, impaled by the enormous battle spear, plummeted and was pinned to the Skywolf Howling Moon Platform below.

Blood stained the sky. Golden feathers fluttered everywhere, each one stained with blood. Corpses lay strewn. One of the Golden Crow clan's successors had met his end on Skywolf Mountain.

Strong experts from all directions and mighty lords from all realms were utterly shocked. A prince of the Golden Crow clan had been killed decisively and ruthlessly.

“He’s dead! A renowned prince who awed the land is just… dead!” Everyone was utterly astonished.

This would undoubtedly ignite the Golden Crow clan’s furious rage. This was a grave sin that all the waters of the four seas could not wash away. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Ye Fan.

“He truly dared to strike!” Where did this mysterious man come from? How dare he raise a blade against a Golden Crow prince and ruthlessly slay him? What was his true background?

Skywolf Mountain erupted in commotion. All eyes were fixed on Ye Fan. Rising stars, heavenly maidens, and all others were unable to remain calm.

“What is Prince Lu Ya doing?” people wondered in astonishment. They saw a Golden Crow, its entire body burning with blood, letting out a long cry to the sky and forcibly inserting the eighty-one golden banners into its own body.

While his brother was being killed, his eyes remained cold and he made no attempt to stop it. He forcibly carried out this action, melting an ancestral Golden Crow feather to empower himself with divine strength.

“That’s a divine feather from an ancient Great Saint of the Golden Crow clan, still containing a trace of saintly power, refined into his body!”

“And those eighty-one golden banners, he’s melted them into his body as if they were feathers!”

Lu Ya let out a long cry, soaring into the sky and charging at Ye Fan. Escape was futile; his opponent’s speed was too great.

“Ye Fan, I will fight you with twenty percent of my power!”

His voice was like thunder, reverberating through the sky, causing the entire Skywolf Mountain Range to tremble and rumble.

Lu Ya spread his wings, striking the heavens, soaring three thousand li straight up. His golden body seemed cast from pure gold, radiating supreme power across the land, chilling the hearts of many sect masters.

“So this is Lu Ya!”

All ten Golden Crow princes were dragons among men, kings among demons. Each could kill a Saint Lord. Among them, the Sixth Prince was the strongest, hailed as the future number one of the demon race!

At this moment, as an avatar, he faced his enemy with twenty percent of his power, which was already comparable to a sect master. It was truly horrifying, as divine feathers fluttered everywhere.

The eighty-one golden treasure banners had been refined into his body, becoming a part of him. The arrows from the Myriad-Woe Bow could no longer penetrate him.

This was an intense battle. Lu Ya’s avatar could not be judged by ordinary standards; all it displayed were ancient great divine abilities.

“Ten Suns Emerge Simultaneously!”

Ten suns ascended into the sky. Behind them, a vast, desolate land appeared. Myriad beasts ran in panic, and colossal mountains trembled. The ten heavenly suns streaked across the sky, incinerating everything.

“Human King Seal!”

Ye Fan transformed into the Human Race Lord, standing between heaven and earth. This was a battle between the human race and the Golden Crow clan. A giant hand slapped down, knocking down the ten suns and shattering the ancient desolate land.

Flames danced and engulfed the sky, scorching the cosmos to a fiery red. It was like a massive melting pot, pulverizing everything.

“Fusang Under Heaven!”

Lu Ya roared again. A golden ancient tree, shrouded in primal chaos, illuminated heaven and earth, creating a small world.

Ten thousand zhang of golden light rose. A massive undying divine tree grew. Its countless golden leaves showered down thousands of rays of divine splendor, suppressing Ye Fan.

“Sword Leans Beyond Heaven, Bow Hangs on Fusang!”

Ye Fan roared. A golden divine sword shot out from between his brows, slicing through this small world. Its aura surged to the Dipper and Ox constellations, reaching beyond the heavens.

The Myriad-Woe Bow in his hand surged with brilliant light. It was wielded as a weapon and struck the Fusang ancient tree, producing a tremendous crash that sent countless golden divine leaves scattering.

The two clashed. Lu Ya had an endless array of techniques, all ancient, unpassed secrets that astonished the world.

“Demon God Devours Heaven!” A demon race deity appeared behind him, towering between heaven and earth. With one hand, it eclipsed the sky, forcefully suppressing Skywolf Mountain.

“Eternal Qi Transforms into Azure Sky!” He transformed his qi into an azure sky, looming over the land. He intended to refine Ye Fan.

Lu Ya’s techniques emerged endlessly, his various ancient methods astonishing the world. But unfortunately, he was ultimately just an avatar, and Ye Fan broke through each of his techniques!

Lu Ya let out a cry. The amount of magic power he consumed was too great. The eighty-one golden banners embedded in his body began to fall off, bringing out large sprays of blood.

“This ends now!” Ye Fan roared.

Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

This peerless fist technique burst forth. Its aura devoured mountains and rivers, dominating heaven and earth. Ye Fan charged forward like a god or demon, destroying everything!

Lu Ya let out a tragic scream. His lower half vanished, forcibly severed. Golden blood splattered.

Ye Fan roared again. He ascended to the sky in a single step and tore Lu Ya’s remaining half into two. Blood poured down, splattering everywhere.