Chapter 755: All Kills in a Single Battle

Chapter 758: Slaughtering Them All in One Battle

Ye Fan was enraged, his golden blood surging through his body. In an instant, a vast, boundless expanse of golden energy erupted around him, engulfing the area like a sweeping tide.

"Who are you?!" The seventeenth elder of the Northern Plains Wang family, whose jaw had just been slapped off by Ye Fan and shattered in mid-air, was in unbearable pain. He roared the question through his divine sense.

Ye Fan hated these people deeply. Had he arrived even a moment later, this village would have ceased to exist, its inhabitants, old and young, even the nursing infants, mercilessly slaughtered. His heart burned with fury.

"Crack!"

Without a word, Ye Fan delivered another slap, shattering the seventeenth elder's upper jaw this time. The intense pain made him howl ceaselessly, like a wounded beast.

Now it was the seventeenth elder's turn to feel shame and fury. Just as he had disregarded the ancient villagers, the newcomer likewise disdained him, greeting him only with brutal slaps.

"Ah..." Although his jaw had been knocked off, his throat remained, allowing him to let out pained groans mixed with shock and rage, his expression nearly distorted. He had been in seclusion for over a decade and had never seen Ye Fan before. Having emerged with perfected cultivation, he never expected to suffer such humiliation.

"Seventeenth Elder!" In the distance, the thirteenth master of the Northern Plains Wang family cried out in alarm. He steered a warship, as vast as a mountain, towards Ye Fan. Dao patterns interwoven like a celestial net pressed down, and a torrent of divine light, capable of overturning mountains and seas, erupted from it.

Ye Fan, holding the Wang family's seventeenth elder by the neck like a small puppy, took a single stride to confront the warship directly. His golden vital energy surged boundlessly, and then his other golden hand swung down like a world-grinding disc.

"Smash!"

A shattering sound echoed in the sky.

A hand covering the sky!

It was as if an ancient demon, freed from the desolate depths of the earth after ten thousand years, unleashed a monstrous killing intent. The massive palm struck the warship with immense force, sending its fragmented pieces scattering in all directions with overwhelming light.

It wasn't that the warship was not sturdy or that its divine patterns were not profound enough; rather, the hand was simply too terrifying. It was like the palm of an immortal deity descending from beyond the heavens, its divine radiance shattering everything in the present world.

"Ah..." The thirteenth master of the Northern Plains Wang family struggled desperately. From his mouth, he spat out an exquisite pagoda, merely an inch tall, crafted from refined purple copper. As it met the wind, it expanded to hundreds of feet, pressing forward to suppress Ye Fan.

"Bang!"

It was still unstoppable. Ye Fan's palm descended, and the refined purple copper pagoda, as fragile as a sandcastle, was pulverized into scrap metal, falling from the sky.

The thirteenth master of the Northern Plains Wang family roared, continuously summoning thirty-six artifacts: a Celestial Net Umbrella, a Sun-Reflecting Mirror, flying swords, Soul-Capturing Bells, and more. Each possessed formidable divine power, but they were all like toys in comparison.

Under that golden hand, these weapons were no different from paper cutouts, crumbling one by one. The thirteenth elder of the Northern Plains Wang family was utterly terrified, losing all the spirited arrogance he had displayed towards the ancient village. Now, he scurried around like a stray dog.

As Ye Fan's massive hand reached for him, he unleashed one hundred and eight palm strikes, each causing the void to collapse. Yet, ultimately, his own arms were shattered by the backlash.

"Thump!"

Ye Fan's mighty hand closed... gripping him in its palm, instantly crushing him, breaking his bones and tearing his tendons. Trickles of blood seeped out from between the enormous fingers.

"Ah..." The thirteenth master of the Northern Plains Wang family screamed in agony.

Everyone's hair stood on end; cold goosebumps appeared on their skin. This was a mighty cultivator, yet he was being crushed to death so easily.

Ye Fan held one in each hand, carrying the two prominent figures of the Northern Plains Wang family as if they were nothing more than two cats or dogs, nearly strangling them to death. He showed complete disregard.

"This..."

The people of the Northern Plains Wang family were horrified. The sudden appearance of such a demon king sent shivers down their spines, chilling them to the bone. He moved through them as if unopposed, turning their two esteemed leaders into lifeless dogs in his hands.

Below, the men, women, and children of the ancient village had tears in their eyes, filled with profound emotion. They had faced great calamity and humiliation today, but now someone had intervened, saving them from certain death and allowing them to vent their anger.

"It's him..."

On another warship, someone stared at Ye Fan, a look of shock on their face. They recognized him and could barely believe their eyes.

It wasn't that everyone had been in seclusion for years like the Wang family's seventeenth and thirteenth elders. Twelve years ago, some had personally participated in the battle to hunt down Ye Fan.

Especially during the final battle at the Ji family, when Wang Teng met a tragic end and the family suffered a crushing defeat, some individuals were present. Even if Ye Fan turned to ash, they would never forget him; recognizing him now was a deeply etched memory.

"It's... it's really him!" Those who had participated in that battle years ago were utterly stunned, finding it hard to believe, and a chill ran through their bodies.

"It's him! He's actually returned! How did he do it?!" Even one of the prominent figures from the Northern Plains Wang family had shock written all over his face, involuntarily stepping back repeatedly.

"Retreat quickly! Everyone, pull back! Break through immediately and go tell our clan members: the Sacred Body has returned!" A mighty cultivator on a golden warship issued a desperate order.

He sensed Ye Fan's immense power; he was definitely at the eighth small stage of the Immortal Platform Second Layer. This realization was horrifying!

Because once the Sacred Body reaches this realm, no mighty cultivators or sect masters can withstand him, unless they are truly astonishing prodigies who possess the Eight Forbidden states, perhaps then they might barely contend.

However, just as this supreme mighty cultivator of the Wang family issued his command, Ye Fan let out a sharp roar that completely suppressed his voice.

"Om!"

It was like the first divine sound at the genesis of the universe, piercing through heaven and earth, illuminating the source of all beginnings, and cleaving through past, present, and future. A divine demon materialized behind him, standing there, identical to him, its presence suppressing heaven and earth.

In the past, when Ye Fan was trapped in the Eye of the Sea, he had tried to cultivate all methods in the world, and he would naturally not let go of the Six-Character Buddhist Mantra he had encountered.

Behind him, the divine demon stood independently, chanting alongside him. It was like a Daoist sound from ancient times; golden sound waves could be clearly seen sweeping across all directions.

Not manifesting a Buddha, but holding only oneself as supreme—this was the unshakeable, iron-like conviction of one who sought to achieve Dao.

The Six Ancient Sounds of Buddhism possessed the power to create heaven and earth, containing infinite mysteries, great power, great wisdom, and great compassion of the cosmos. One who cultivated them to the highest achievement could subdue all gods in the heavens.

Wherever the sound waves passed, countless figures in the sky dropped like dumplings into boiling water, falling en masse from high above with crackling sounds.

Every single person's body cracked open, their primordial spirits shattered. Their forms and spirits were utterly destroyed by Ye Fan's roar. This was the power of the mantra, enhanced by Ye Fan's 'Dou' (Fight) character secret from the Nine Secrets, imbuing it with entirely new divine capabilities.

This divine sound was incredibly majestic; the entire firmament resonated with it, as if they had returned to the primordial era when all things held unfathomable mysteries.

"Boom!"

Dozens of ancient war chariots cracked open one after another, and great banners shattered. Countless figures, a dense multitude of cultivators, turned to dust and ceased to exist.

This was the power of Ye Fan's single roar: the entire mountain range collapsed, yet only the ancient village remained perfectly intact, while everything else was annihilated.

In the distant sky, all observers had already retreated hundreds of miles in terror, no one daring to approach for fear of being caught in the destruction.

"Retreat quickly! The Sacred Body is back!" The Wang family's supreme mighty cultivator desperately roared, trying to spread the news. However, under the "Om" sound, his voice was reduced to a faint buzz like a mosquito, completely suppressed.

With a single roar, Ye Fan shattered mountains and rivers. When everything settled, few tattered banners, war chariots, and powerful cultivators remained in the sky; all had been pulverized into dust.

Just a short while ago, dark clouds had rolled, war drums had split the sky, and banners had unfurled as if a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals had descended. Now, however, there was a desolate silence. The invaders had been mown down in swathes like wheat; few remained, and even the remaining warships had developed massive cracks.

The faces of the Northern Plains Wang family members were ashen. All this had been accomplished by one man alone. Especially upon seeing the seventeenth and thirteenth elders, like dead dogs in his hands, they were filled with a sense of utter defeat and trembled in fear.

At this moment, escape was impossible for them. Divine Source blocks sealed all ten directions, and the Heaven Source Divine Array had transformed the area into a cage.

"Splat!"

At this moment, Ye Fan performed an act that chilled the Wang family members to their very souls: he tossed the seventeenth and thirteenth elders into mid-air, then stepped on each with a foot, crushing them alive into two masses of bloody paste.

These two prominent figures had held themselves in high regard, just moments ago surveying the landscape with arrogance, looking down on all sides, and scorning the ancient village, viewing its inhabitants as uncivilized primitives. Now, they had died such pathetic deaths, trampled into meat paste by a large foot.

Moreover, Ye Fan showed no concern whatsoever, as if he had merely stepped on two weeds, completely dismissing them from his mind.

The Wang family members' rage soared to the heavens. These were two mighty cultivators, yet they were treated with such contempt, dying without any dignity.

Just moments ago, they had treated the villagers of the ancient village with similar disdain and contempt, saying little. Now, in mere moments, everything had reflected back upon themselves.

The faces of the Wang family members turned pale, and many of the younger ones trembled. After realizing the true nature of the person before them, they were utterly terrified.

Although many years had passed, Ye Fan's past deeds were not forgotten: his bloody battles in the Eastern Barrens, his dominance in the Central Plains, killing holy sons, slaying holy maidens, defeating mighty cultivators, clashing with sect masters, venturing alone into the Barren Ancient Forbidden Land to extend his life, and even confronting Emperor Weapons.

After so many years, how powerful must such a demon-king-like existence have become? It made the younger generation of the Wang family tremble.

On the five damaged warships, a prominent figure stood on each. These were the true power holders of the Wang family, all mighty cultivators. Yet, at this moment, they were extremely uneasy, wishing they could flee immediately.

"Brother Ye, that's not fair of you. You've almost finished them all off. I was going to make this my famous battle, letting the Desire Dao lineage become renowned throughout the world, but you stole my thunder. Leave the rest for us." Li Tian said, a mischievous grin on his face.

The Wang family members felt utterly humiliated. Who dared to despise them like this? Yet now, they were being repeatedly disgraced, making every single one of them tremble.

"All we can do today is kill them all," Ye Fan said calmly.

"Crunch!"

He attacked again, descending from the sky to stomp a massive warship into pieces. Then, with a single punch, ancient treasures and flying artifacts in front of him shattered one after another, and countless people turned into blood mist, utterly obliterated.

"What a shame about my potential battle of fame. I won't miss the next one," Li Tian said as he made his move.

Yan Yixi, too, moved with his white robes fluttering, like an exiled immortal, yet each of his strikes caused large splashes of blood, staining the sky.

Half an hour later, everything fell silent. The mountain range was scarred and desolate, covered in bloodstains and scattered debris. All the Wang family invaders had been annihilated.

"Thank you, young sir," the Fifth, Seventh, and Ninth Grand-Uncles from the village stepped forward to express their gratitude.

The other villagers also gathered around, offering countless thanks. The people here were very simple and honest, and some young children even tugged at Ye Fan's sleeves, gazing at him with curiosity.

"Dongfang Ye is an old friend of mine..." Ye Fan did not hide the truth.

The old villagers were momentarily stunned, then sighed deeply. They had already heard the news of Dongfang Ye bleeding out in the Eastern Barrens.

"I don't believe Ye'er is dead," one elder said. "He's exceptionally gifted, his divine power unmatched in this world. He grew up eating wild dragons and devouring fierce tigers; his life is incredibly tough. He must still be alive."

"Without his body, we cannot confirm his death. I will find him and bring him back," Ye Fan stated.

Has the Sacred Body returned?

On this day, a piece of news spread throughout the Southern Ridge: after twelve years, Ye Fan had reappeared!

Some claimed to have witnessed the Sacred Body in battle, asserting that while they dared not approach, the sight was unmistakably his.

However, few truly believed it. A person who had crossed star fields and been gone for twelve years could not possibly reappear or return.

"The Wang family has gone too far. Since their family head is currently in the Southern Ridge, a guest at the Demon Emperor Palace, then he shouldn't return. If they want a battle this time, we'll fight until the world turns upside down!" Ye Fan stood in the forest, gazing into the distance.