Chapter 724: Killing Through a Bloodstained Sky

"Again!" The sound was like a curse, making everyone in the Golden Crow race tremble.

"Whoosh..." Finally, the third arrow shot forth. Still dozens of miles long, it pierced through the clouds, producing a piercing whirring sound. Patterns appeared on the arrow shaft, resonating with heaven and earth. Ye Fan had imbued it with the imprint of the Dao; it was a manifestation of his will!

This arrow shot towards the Third Prince of the Golden Crow race, tearing through a hundred miles. Dao imprints descended from the sky, and auspicious light shimmered. The sky rumbled like thunder. The scene was terrifying.

The Third Prince of the Golden Crow race was an exceptionally powerful prodigy. With a single breath, he transformed, activating the Golden Crow Teleportation Technique, becoming a golden cloud to evade the fatal strike. The others breathed a sigh of relief. At least the third prince hadn't been shot dead; otherwise, it would have been too horrifying.

"The same arrow technique? Does he think he can keep using it? Destroy him! At all costs, make all the altars burn!" The Third Prince of the Golden Crow, his eyes sinister, commanded loudly, full of murderous intent.

"Whoosh..." The demonic sound returned as the dozens-of-miles-long arrow shot back with even greater speed, astonishing the world.

"Watch out!""No, Third Prince!"

The two Golden Crow elders cried out, their eyes splitting with rage, their hair standing on end, but it was already too late.

"Thud!" The dozens-of-miles-long divine rainbow flew back. An arrow pierced through the back of the Third Prince of the Golden Crow's head, carrying his body forward for over a hundred miles before exploding, scattering rocks and shattered bones. This arrow not only concentrated all of Ye Fan's divine power but also bore the imprint of his indomitable will and his enlightened divine consciousness; it would not cease until the enemy was slain. When the divine arrow returned, it absorbed the essence of all directions, becoming even more terrifying than when it first left the Myriad Sorrow Bow. Ye Fan's will was guiding it all!

Another Golden Crow prince was shot dead. Without suspense, it was very clean and decisive, sending chills down the spine of every Golden Crow clansman.

"Boom!" All the altars burst into flames. The Golden Crow race, enraged, their eyes red, resolved to destroy all ancient altars at any cost, burying Ye Fan along with them.

On Ye Fan's shoulder, the child softly sobbed, his bright eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful. His small hands reached downwards together, even though they were hundreds of feet above the sea. He still seemed to want to grasp something, sadly whimpering and calling out, "Uncle Jiang..." Ye Fan did not put the child into his cauldron; instead, he wanted him to witness this battle. His path was destined to be rugged, and he could not be raised like a flower in a greenhouse.

"Grow, and be strong. This is the best way to remember and honor Uncle Jiang!" Ye Fan said, stroking his head. Then, his eyes turned cold again. He still drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming the divine rainbow at his final target: the Seventh Prince of the Golden Crow race! This time, five of the ten princes had come here. He intended to shoot them down one by one, giving them no chance to escape.

"Quick! Ignite the ancient divine formation! Stop him!" The Golden Crow elders shouted, while the Seventh Prince had already shot into the sky, desperately fleeing far from the ancient formation.

"It's useless. You won't escape today!" Ye Fan's voice was cold, echoing over the Ink Sea, causing the entire ocean to erupt in furious waves that crashed against the clouds, reaching high into the sky. Using the "Line" secret technique, he pierced through layer after layer of restrictions, standing alone high in the sky. He drew his bow, forming a full moon shape. His entire being blazed like the sun, drawing in the essence of the nine heavens.

"Whoosh!" Finally, the arrow shot forth. The Seventh Prince of the Golden Crow had transformed into a massive golden divine bird and flown over a hundred miles, but he still could not escape his deadly fate.

"Thud!" He was pierced through the head by an arrow, letting out a horrific shriek. Golden feathers fluttered everywhere, and golden blood bloomed like a rosy mist, staining the sky. The massive corpse of the golden bird, like a collapsing mountain, split into pieces and fell into the depths of the black sea, raising one huge wave after another.

"Ahhh..." The two Golden Crow elders cried out, their fury piercing the nine heavens. This was a profound hatred, a great vengeance that infuriated the entire clan. Today, the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Seventh, and Eighth Princes of the Golden Crow were all slain, falling in a single day, a feat that would surely shock the world.

The Golden Crow clan's ten princes, each possessing immense magical power and looking down on the world, were widely celebrated and seen as a sign of the Golden Crow race's peak prosperity. However, in just one day, everything shattered. Five Golden Crow princes died at the hands of a single person, becoming an extraordinary humiliation. At the same time, it was clear that this would establish the unparalleled reputation of the young man named Ye. Drawing a bow and shooting Golden Crows, felling five "suns" in one day — this would become a legend!

Advancing by stepping on the corpses of the Golden Crow race, he became the focus of the entire world's attention, the cynosure of all eyes, gathering all glory upon himself. This outcome was already foreseeable. The Golden Crow elders were driven mad with hatred. The young man named Ye had built his prestige upon the corpses of several geniuses from their clan. Just thinking about it made them furious and heartbroken.

"He cannot escape! Even if it means mutual destruction, even if everyone dies here, he must be eliminated!" The two old Golden Crows vowed fiercely.

"Rumble!" Dozens of altars ignited, transforming into raging infernos containing supreme killing intent. Thousands upon thousands of Golden Crows cried out, shimmering with golden light, flapping their wings towards the sky! The ancient killing formation revealed its most terrifying aspect. Ten thousand crows flew together, soaring through the air, exhaling murderous aura. The area became a golden ocean.

"Is it time for a decisive battle?!" Ye Fan ascended step by step, his expression incredibly calm. He looked at the pitiful child on his shoulder, still weeping, and said, "Get some good rest." Next, he was about to engage in a brutal, bloody battle, and he didn't intend for the child to watch. There had to be a limit; seeing the previous fighting was enough. Too much gore, too many horrific scenes of flowing blood, were truly unsuitable for such a young child; it would be detrimental to his growth.

Ye Fan gently waved his hand, and the pitiful child fell into a deep sleep, still calling for his old servant in his dreams, two lines of glistening tears on his small face. Ye Fan poured several mouthfuls of divine spring water into his mouth, helping him swallow it, then placed him inside a jade pure bottle, beginning preparations for a bloody battle.

"You've killed our Golden Crow clansmen, cut down our princes! How can we repay such humiliation?" A veteran Golden Crow roared, using this to rally morale. "Blood for blood! We will inflict the ultimate Golden Crow punishment upon him: suffer three thousand six hundred golden feather blades, be butchered for three years and six months, have his soul crushed by a millstone, and be eternally suppressed in purgatory!"

Over a hundred Golden Crow experts roared, all nearly berserk. The grand formation sealed the sky, swords whistled, and ghosts wailed! "Kill!" "Slay his living soul, sever his flesh, wash away the Golden Crow race's shame!"

The Golden Crow clansmen went mad, all roaring together, their voices shaking heaven and earth, nearly boiling the entire Northern Sea. In the distance, cultivators who faintly heard the commotion all changed color. Seeing the wailing ghosts and deities, the dismal clouds, as if all heavens had descended, they all fled.

Ye Fan observed their soaring morale. Without saying much, he broke through the restrictions with the "Line" secret technique, soaring directly into the sky. He unleashed the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, instantly creating a twilight where gods fell, their lamentations heard. Various strange phenomena appeared.

"Boom!" The might of this punch, infused with Ye Fan's entire essence, energy, and spirit, was a manifestation of his Dao power's sublimation, moving forward irresistibly—it was the fruit of his four years of cultivation!

"Ahhh..." As the power of the punch erupted, a dozen burning ancient altars in front were shattered. A wild and dominant aura was like surging waves crashing against the shore. Rocks crumbled and clouds scattered, covering everything. Ye Fan charged through this ancient killing formation, carving out a blood-stained sky! The might of this punch caused over forty Golden Crow experts to perish, all of them pulverized in the void, decaying along with their altars.

With a single Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, Ye Fan shattered the Golden Crow race's confidence and broke their morale. The remaining seventy or eighty people all fell silent; not a single one dared to shout again.

"When you slaughtered the descendants of the Human Race's Holy Queen, did you feel anything similar? 'Blood for blood' sounds truly pleasant. I stand right here; all of you, come at me."

"Kill!" "He cannot leave alive! To shoot down five of our princes in one day, this is an utter disgrace for the entire clan!" The two old Golden Crows shrieked, their golden hair disheveled, roaring at the sky. Once word spread, the Golden Crow race would never be able to hold their heads high. Their so-called illustrious reputation would plummet, while Ye Fan, the young man who advanced by stepping on the Golden Crow race's bones, would undoubtedly become famous throughout the world.

"Very well, then let us kill," Ye Fan said, his voice calm, yet a bloody aura wafted forth, exuding an immense sense of grim killing intent.

"Clang! Clang!..." In the sky, sword gleams rang out. Countless divine swords shot forth, and hundreds of Golden Crows flapped their wings, transforming into streaks of golden light, attacking Ye Fan. These were the altars of the ancient killing formation burning, releasing their most terrifying power. If it were any other peerless Saint Lord, they would likely have died here with bitter regret. However, Ye Fan possessed the "Line" secret technique. While this divine formation posed a significant threat to him, by now, it could not slay him. Witnessing the Old Madman use this secret, which even touched upon the domain of time, and having cultivated the Dao in the Eye of the Northern Sea for over four years, Ye Fan had progressed to an extremely profound level. Few ancient formations could trap and kill him.

"Boom!" Ye Fan struck mercilessly. His Sky-Turning Seal shot out, instantly turning over a dozen Golden Crow powerhouses, including six half-step Great Sages, into a bloody pulp. The so-called killing formation could not stop him.

"Summon the Ancient Golden Crow Great Sages!" The two elders roared. Their bodies faded as if dissolving into the Dao, merging with the tens of thousands of Golden Crows within the formation, transforming into two even more terrifying ancestral crows that illuminated heaven and earth. The two ancient ancestral crows radiated boundless golden light, traversing heaven and earth, wielding billions of tons of force, fighting until the Northern Sea boiled and threatened to dry up!

Here, ghosts wailed and deities roared. All the Golden Crow powerhouses joined in, battling Ye Fan, turning the sky into a blood-soaked expanse. It was unknown how long the battle raged, but all the ancient altars shattered. Countless golden feathers fluttered, blood covered the sky, and the surface of the sea turned crimson. One corpse after another fell. The Golden Crow race was almost entirely wiped out; everyone was killed, their blood staining the long sky.

In this battle, Ye Fan, alone, fought against over a hundred Golden Crow experts, including Great Sages, elders, and future inheritors of the Golden Crow race – all of them were annihilated! This was a land flowing with blood. Ye Fan, drenched in blood, unleashed a massacre, a single battle that shook the Northern Sea!

One could imagine the terrifying consequences of this battle. The storm that would soon spread across the land was somewhat predictable. All the experts across the world, including Yin Tiande, the Goddess Yi Qingwu, and Lu Ya, would likely be shaken.