Chapter 737: Holy Body Majesty

Chapter 740: The Might of the Sacred Body

Ye Fan simply blocked a blow, yet it sent the Golden Crow Tenth Prince, Qiang Tian, flying. His arms were broken in multiple places, severely twisted and deformed, and he landed with a grimace.

Witnessing this, everyone was horrified. What they had heard paled in comparison to what they saw. Every heir of the Golden Crow race was known for their arrogance and ruthless determination, with the lifeblood of more than one sect leader on their hands.

Yet now, the Golden Crow Tenth Prince, facing Ye Fan, was utterly crushed, like a frail teenage girl encountering a savage brute from the primeval forest. The extent of his misery was beyond description.

Ye Fan had merely casually parried, and even a powerhouse at the Second Tier of the Immortal Terrace could not withstand it. How incredibly strong was he? People looked at him with strange expressions.

"Ye Fan, are you that Ye Fan?!" The Golden Crow Tenth Prince's eyes and brows shot up in fury, and two beams of light, several meters long, burst from his pupils. He cried out, almost insane, "It's you, it's actually you! You killed six of my brothers, and now you've come to this land, right before my eyes!"

"Tenth Brother, come back quickly!" yelled the Golden Crow First Prince. He was a wizened old Daoist, past fifty, with thick golden hair, wearing an Eight Trigrams Daoist robe. His eyes held the wisdom of ages, resembling an enlightened master.

The Golden Crow Tenth Prince retreated. Though his rage soared to the heavens, he knew how terrifying this person was. With six of his brothers utterly defeated, he would have no chance of survival if he advanced.

However, the Golden Crow race had clearly prepared for Ye Fan. The moment the Tenth Prince retreated, a rain of countless crystalline petals filled the sky, each shimmering with dazzling brilliance, as if countless stars were burning, their divine light intense.

"Run!"

In that instant, many powerhouses in Yuanxu turned pale and fled rapidly, as if escaping a demon. Everyone's expression was utterly grim.

Thousands of petals danced in the void, each as transparent as a diamond, so breathtakingly beautiful that they could make one lose oneself. A shimmering mist rose, and divine radiance illuminated everything, as if a god was about to descend.

"Purple Tenuity Emperor Flowers!"

Ye Fan's expression froze as he recognized this extremely poisonous flower. Back in the Big Dipper Star Domain, Zhao Fa, the successor of the Purple Tenuity Sect, had tried to poison him with it.

It was said that even a wisp of this flower could poison a sect leader-level figure to death. It was the world's most potent poison, almost impossible to cure.

"These are Purple Tenuity Emperor God Flowers! Just a single ray of their light will wither the spirit, no matter how great a hero you are, you will fall! Even if an unparalleled genius survives, they will forever lose hope of attaining the Dao!" Yan Yixi shouted, giving a loud warning.

The Purple Tenuity Emperor God Flower was immeasurably more potent than what Zhao Fa used. A single ray could cause the spirit to instantly wither and die, making it terrifying to the extreme.

In this world, people generally did not use these Emperor God Flowers because they were too malevolent, universally condemned, and intolerable to the world.

Ye Fan snorted coldly. His opponents had used every possible means to deal with him, even resorting to the most sinister and globally condemned evil spirit flowers, proving their extreme hatred for him.

He erected a curtain of light, but it was rapidly eroding. Each blooming flower emitted a divine glow, astonishingly beautiful yet capable of corroding all divine power.

"Retreat quickly! It's rare to find even one Emperor God Flower among a million, and they possess terrifying evil power. When their petals fully open, they exhibit 'fleeting glory,' annihilating all life force in an instant."

Yan Yixi warned.

A more intense golden light erupted from Ye Fan's body, expanding outwards as a Golden Sacred Domain, emitting the harmonious sounds of the Great Dao. He stood within it like an immortal deity.

This was the power of a domain!

Although thousands of Emperor God Flowers were blooming, their entire brilliance was blocked, unable to advance an inch, and then rapidly extinguished.

The so-called 'fleeting glory' was an instantaneous sublimation, unable to last long in the world. It presented its most beautiful aspect, then withered after a single breath.

Ye Fan extended a large golden hand, which hovered above the Golden Crow Tenth Prince's head, pressing down like the very sky.

"What?! He didn't retreat! He blocked the instantaneous divine brilliance! The Golden Sacred Light isn't afraid of corrosion? What kind of power is that?"

"That's his Golden Sacred Domain!"

People exclaimed in awe, finally realizing how terrifying the young man named Ye was. He truly lived up to his reputation as the formidable figure who had, in a single day, slain five Golden Crow Princes and even beheaded three unparalleled prodigies like the Lunar Divine Son.

"No, Tenth Brother!"

Other members of the Golden Crow race attacked, conjuring various magical artifacts, striking at the golden hand, trying to save the Golden Crow race's youngest heir. But it was utterly futile.

This golden hand seemed capable of dissolving eternity. The moment it descended, nothing could resist it; many weapons shattered before it.

"Ah..."

The Golden Crow Tenth Prince shrieked, caught firmly in the palm of the golden hand. At this moment, he didn't resemble the iron-blooded Golden Crow capable of slaying a sect leader. His hair was disheveled, and he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

He transformed into his true form, a Golden Crow body of immense strength, forged like divine metal. He flapped his wings towards the sky, crying out to the nine heavens, desperately trying to fight his way out.

However, his initial struggle was brief. He was quickly and firmly clutched by the golden hand, bleeding profusely, his golden feathers scattering everywhere—a sight too gruesome to behold.

At this moment, he no longer resembled a Golden Crow capable of soaring proudly through the sky, but rather a tiny chick, struggling desperately, unable to escape Ye Fan's grasp.

"No, wait!"

"Release Tenth Brother, everything can be discussed!"

The Golden Crow First Prince and the elder shouted, their hearts turning to ice. They desperately tried to calm their opponent and find a way to rescue him.

"No need. There's nothing to discuss!" Ye Fan's words were cold and indifferent. He mercilessly closed his palm and crushed the Golden Crow Tenth Prince with force, annihilating both his body and spirit.

All around, people were stunned. Ye Fan was even more ruthless than the Golden Crow race. There was no room for negotiation; he acted decisively and killed the Tenth Prince.

This was a sect leader-level powerhouse, yet he was crushed to death by Ye Fan as if he were a mere chick. The sheer impact was incredibly shocking.

"Sixth Brother!"

The Golden Crow Second Prince and the elder roared, their voices shaking the sky, echoing for hundreds of miles like surging thunder.

They were calling out for Lu Ya, their gazes filled with endless malice fixed on Ye Fan, before transforming into two golden rainbows and shooting into the sky, attempting to flee.

"You think you can escape from me?!"

Ye Fan drew a massive bow, holding it in his hand. He stepped forward with his left leg, his expression cold and stern, and pulled the bowstring taut with his right hand, instantly forming a full moon shape.

His black hair flowed like a waterfall, and his expression was resolute. His body and the heavy, powerful bow seemed to be one. The elemental energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, pouring into the bow and his physical body, emitting a myriad of golden lights. A powerful surge of energy, like a tsunami, roared through the ten directions in an instant!

Ye Fan coldly released the bowstring. A divine rainbow, as if capable of shooting down the stars from the sky, whistled as it flew out, stretching for dozens of miles.

"Pfft!"

The Golden Crow elder's flesh exploded, shattering in the sky, annihilated by a single arrow!

"That was... a powerhouse at the eighth small step of the Second Tier of the Immortal Terrace! He was just killed by a bow shot!"

"I can feel it, it's spine-chilling! That arrow was too terrifying!"

All the onlookers were shocked, their hair standing on end, cold sweat breaking out on their backs. They had long heard of Ye Fan's strength and terror, but seeing it today, he surpassed even the legends.

"Whoosh..." Another divine rainbow pierced the sky, traversing heaven and earth, and struck the Golden Crow Second Prince in the back of his heart. He let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Pfft!"

Another bloom of blood erupted, and the Golden Crow Second Prince was obliterated from existence, turning into a mist of blood!

People involuntarily recoiled. This was simply a god of slaughter. Who could withstand such destructive power? It seemed as if even deities could be shot down by him.

In the crowd, the Snake Spirit Boy's face turned ashen with fear. He backed away, attempting to quietly slip away.

The Master of Eight Scenery Palace was renowned throughout the world, striking fear into all kings. But the person before him was an exception; he had even slain the Second Master of the Supreme Purity Sacred Land. Witnessing Ye Fan's supreme might, the boy wished he could flee as far away as possible.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" Li Tian appeared before him at the opportune moment, with a wicked smirk on his face.

"You're... the number one lecherous thief in the world! I'm a man, a genuine man, not a woman!" the Snake Spirit Boy shrieked.

"What nonsense are you spouting?! Do I look like a 'bunny lord' to you?!" Li Tian snapped, his face darkening.

"You... do..." The Snake Spirit Boy stammered, too terrified to think straight, oblivious to what he was rambling about.

Li Tian's face instantly turned even darker. He slapped the boy unconscious, put him into his treasure pouch, and carried him away unnoticed.

"Your turn." Ye Fan strode forward, intending to confront the Golden Crow race's First Heir.

This heir was gaunt, with a tall and slender build, and golden hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes contained the rotating traces of the sun and moon. He was a Daoist, already past fifty, with the Daoist name Wu Gu.

Among the ten Golden Crow Sons, Lu Ya was first, and Wu Gu was second. At this moment, the True Sun Fire burned fiercely around him as Wu Gu chanted an ancient scripture, approaching Ye Fan with boundless killing intent.

"Beware of the Golden Crow race's 'jade and stone burning together' move!" Yan Yixi warned.

"Agh..." Just then, a mighty roar echoed from the edge of the boundless sky, shaking eighteen distant mountains until they successively collapsed!

A golden-haired man, incredibly imposing, with terrifying, beast-like glints in his eyes, charged forward, grasping an "Ink Winged Flowing Gold Halberd." His demonic aura surged to the heavens.

At that moment, the entire sky of the ten directions cracked. He was like an invincible demon god, his golden hair wild, roaring loudly enough to make mountains and earth collapse, as he traversed the distance.

"Elder Brother, I'm here. There's no need to self-destruct. Ye Fan, I've come to kill you!" Lu Ya appeared.

"Buzz!"

He swung the Ink Winged Flowing Gold Halberd, which descended like a golden mountain range. In an instant, the earth cracked, mountains and rivers toppled, and massive fissures on the ground rapidly spread from eighty or ninety miles away.

The terrifying sight stunned everyone. Numerous cultivators shot into the sky, fleeing for their lives, almost scared out of their wits.

It was as if an ancient saint had revived!

Ye Fan's body trembled, and a crack, from which a trail of blood emerged, appeared on his brow. But soon, a fist-sized, crystalline divine furnace appeared in his palm, stabilizing everything.

"Lu Ya, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Your arrival is useless."

Ye Fan spoke indifferently. The golden hand continued to press down on Daoist Wu Gu, undeterred even by the arrival of Lu Ya, the Golden Crow race's foremost prodigy, wielding a sacred weapon.

"Ah..."

Daoist Wu Gu screamed, his golden hair flying wildly. His body was covered in blood, cracking inch by inch under the golden hand's embrace, as if enduring a tribulation of ten thousand tons.

In the distant sky, Lu Ya's hair bristled with rage, and the divine light radiating from him dispersed the surrounding clouds. He roared, "If you dare, I will slaughter your entire clan of ten generations in the future!"

"What is there for me to fear? Today, I will kill even you." Ye Fan mercilessly brought down his large hand. The Great Dao was simple; this strike contained his invincible will, an embodiment of the Dao itself!

Wu Gu shattered inch by inch. Powerful as he was, standing at the eighth small step of the Second Tier of the Immortal Terrace, he could not withstand Ye Fan's full-power strike. Blood stained the sky!