Chapter 759: Merit Shakes the World

The Demon Emperor Palace, hidden deep within the mountains, possesses a power capable of traversing three thousand realms. Its demonic energy is hazy and incredibly mysterious.

A secluded bluestone path leads into the depths of this ancient mountain range, where ancient trees tower as high as the peaks and colossal vines, several meters thick, cover the hills.

Outside the mountains, Ye Fan single-handedly overwhelmed his enemies. Facing eight powerful figures from the Wang family of the Northern Plains, he launched a forceful assault that stunned everyone.

He held Wang Chengkun upside down like a dead goose. With every step he took forward, the important figures in front of him recoiled three steps. The scene was astonishing.

Eight powerful figures—what an incredible display of combat prowess! Yet, they were intimidated by one man, retreating step by step, like a flock of sheep facing a tiger king.

"Ah…" Wang Chengkun growled, humiliated. As the head of his clan, being dragged like a dead dog was a profound disgrace that made his lungs feel like they would explode.

*Smack!* Ye Fan raised his hand and delivered a slap that sent Wang Chengkun's teeth flying and blood flowing from his mouth. Ye Fan did not kill him instantly, though that single blow would have been enough to turn his head into a shattered watermelon.

All around, the onlookers stared in shock, a chill running down their spines. This was the clan leader of an ancient aristocratic family from the Northern Plains, being held up and slapped. How was this any different from a fantasy?

Even if Wang Chengkun's cultivation wasn't exceptional, being just an ordinary powerful figure, his status was undeniable. As the head of an immortal family, wielding great power, dominating the Northern Plains, and overseeing the world, his identity was supremely noble and, by all accounts, inviolable.

He represented an ancient aristocratic family; being slapped like this was equivalent to slapping the faces of everyone in that clan, humiliating an immortal family.

Wang Chengkun was stunned, then roared like a beast, trying with all his might to destroy the young man who had been the object of his resentment for over a decade.

*Smack!* However, in response to all of this, Ye Fan simply delivered another solid slap to his face, causing more teeth to fall out.

"Ah…" Wang Chengkun nearly went mad. This was a profound humiliation; he knew it was over. Even if he survived, he could never again be the clan leader.

*Smack!* Ye Fan delivered yet another slap, cutting off Wang Chengkun's roars and silencing him. Ye Fan stood there like a demon god, radiating immense dominance.

The crowd was dumbfounded. How many years had passed since something like this happened? The head of an immortal lineage being held and slapped felt surreal! In ancient times, this might only occur if a holy land was breached and on the verge of destruction—a great disgrace that would be lamented for ages.

"Am I seeing this correctly? The Sacred Body is back, slapping the face of the Northern Plains Wang family's leader?""Is it him? There's a mist around his face that even the Heavenly Eye cannot penetrate, but the golden vital energy must be his.""It really is him! The one who disappeared for twelve years has reappeared, single-handedly suppressing eight powerful figures from the Northern Plains Wang family!"

All around, people were unnerved and shocked; what they witnessed was simply too impactful.

Qi Huoshui, with skin like solidified jade, rosy lips, and long eyelashes, looked on with shock in her eyes. She hadn't expected Ye Fan's combat strength to be so terrifying upon their reunion.

Beside her, Nan Yao, with his dark hair cascading down, watched the battle quietly with a solemn expression. His deep eyes seemed to hold the faint glimmer of stars and moons.

The great demons of the Southern Ridge, the human sect masters, and their respective inheritors were all deeply stirred and unable to calm their minds. They were astonished by Ye Fan's combat power and also wondered how he had returned.

Ye Fan continued to advance, still holding Wang Chengkun upside down. The remaining four elders all wore grim expressions, their bodies crackling as a layer of human skin peeled away, revealing sinister scales beneath.

These four were all primeval beings, none of them human. Their presence at the Demon Emperor Palace in the Southern Ridge clearly indicated ulterior motives, which caused the leaders of the various demon tribes to look somewhat cold.

A primeval being with purple hair, deer antlers, and shimmering green scales spoke, "We are not from the Northern Plains Wang family…"

"Isn't it all the same? Didn't you try to stop me just now?" Ye Fan didn't pause, continuing his advance, his body surging with golden vital energy, pressing forward.

*Thud!* The primeval being suffered immense pressure, his body trembling as if struck by lightning, with blood vessels appearing on his skin. A weight of ten million jun pressed down on his head, completely unstoppable.

"Stop! Do you know where we come from, what our identities are?" the ancient being roared.

*Thud!* Ye Fan stepped forward, swung a hand, and slapped him across the face, instantly tearing off half of his face. He became a distorted, blood-soaked mess, sent flying sideways.

"Do you wish to be an enemy of our clan? We are from the Divine Spirit Valley, one of the great royal clans among the myriad races! We commanded the Primordial Era, and none dared to disobey! You…" another primeval being loudly rebuked.

"This isn't the Primordial Era. If you want to command the world, I'll send you back." Ye Fan took a step forward and let out a soft cry. A golden vital energy burst from his mouth, causing the primeval being in front to scream. All the ancient treasures he used to block were shattered, and he spewed blood upwards, flying backward and falling into the dust.

"You don't know what's good for you! All the primeval races are about to emerge. Those who understand the times will make wise choices, yet you choose to regretfully oppose us…" the third primeval being shouted.

"I think *you* don't know what's good for you!" Ye Fan retorted. A golden sacred domain formed around his body, rendering all attacks ineffective. He calmly stepped forward, his palm sweeping down.

*Pffft!* The primeval being only managed to let out a single scream before being struck by the slap, flying up and then exploding in mid-air, becoming a splatter of fragmented bones and blood.

In the distance, all onlookers held their breath. This was a powerful primeval being, yet he was killed so decisively, without any hesitation, leaving everyone utterly shocked.

With the various primeval races now successively reviving, a terrifying chaotic era was approaching. All major powers in the world sought self-preservation, fearing involvement in the dark turmoil and unwilling to offend the ancient beings, especially the royal clans. Yet, Ye Fan showed no such reservations, killing them on the spot, even those from the Divine Spirit Valley! He simply didn't care.

The remaining three primeval beings were terrified. Since entering the human world, no human had dared to disregard them in such a manner. This person killed them as easily as slaughtering chickens and ducks!

"Our Divine Spirit…""You aren't worthy of speaking further with me," Ye Fan interrupted them. He then pressed forward, and with the golden sacred domain activated, any attacks from the three ancient beings were useless.

"You must understand the consequences of choosing to be an enemy of our clan!" At this point, their bravado clearly masked inner fear.

"Your clan… I'll go kill Zi Tiandu." Ye Fan sneered.

Ever since the young master of the Divine Spirit Valley led his forces to compel Dongfang Ye to climb Eagle-Fall Cliff, leaving blood on the stone walls, Ye Fan had sworn to personally kill Zi Tiandu.

"You want to kill our clan's young master? What do you take our Divine Spirit Valley for? In ancient times, who dared to disobey when we dominated the world…?"

*Thud!* Ye Fan took a step, unleashing a powerful aura that soared to the heavens and suppressed the netherworld. He was like a god-demon, with a surging ocean of power pressing down, causing the primeval being in front of him to tremble and instantly fall to his knees.

He did not want to maintain this humiliating posture, but he couldn't move an inch. His body shivered and trembled, and even his teeth chattered.

"Zi Tiandu, Yuangu, I will kill them all!" Ye Fan scoffed. His golden sacred domain expanded, making him appear like a god enveloped by a divine halo.

"Yuangu." Hearing this name, not only the three primeval beings but also many human powerhouses changed their expressions. That was a young ancient race member who was currently invincible.

"You can never defeat them. They possess the bloodline of an ancient emperor, flowing with invincible imperial blood…" one of the primeval beings said.

Ye Fan did not strike again. Instead, he simply advanced with calm, powerful strides, his every movement in sync with the mountains and all creation, creating a terrifying rhythm. A certain 'Dao' flowed around him, each step resonating like a celestial drum.

*Pffft!* With each dreadful rhythmic step, the three primeval beings coughed up a mouthful of blood. It was an incredibly terrifying sight.

*Thud, thud!* The other two primeval beings, completely out of control, also collapsed to their knees. They struggled to lift their heads but could not, their veins bulging as they resisted with all their might, yet could not rise.

*Pffft!* Golden divine light surged as his slow, powerful steps descended. They coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Ye Fan, enveloped by a divine halo, appeared like a walking deity in the mortal world.

As Ye Fan took his fifth step, a sword-like clang echoed, his footsteps startling everyone into paleness!

When his eighth step landed, it was like a celestial sword returning to its scabbard, emitting a sharp clang. Then, the three primeval beings on the ground shattered completely, turning into a puddle of blood.

This scene was horrifying! Everyone felt a chill from head to toe, with shivers running through them.

"How is the battle over already? Did I arrive late again?" Li Tian ran out from the deep mountains, followed by a bewitching demoness whose allure was captivating.

*Thud!* Ye Fan hurled Wang Chengkun to the ground, instantly fracturing his bones and leaving him half-dead.

"The Grandmaster of the Human Desire Dao has arrived!" Li Tian rushed over, descending from above, and stomped on Wang Chengkun's chest. "Didn't you, old tortoise, want to ambush and kill me? Why didn't you wait for me a bit longer? You're really too weak to take a beating."

*Pffft!* Wang Chengkun coughed up blood, half from anger and half from injury. Having suffered such immense humiliation today, his reputation was utterly ruined.

Even if a miracle occurred and he survived, his position as clan leader was finished; his clansmen would never allow him to continue.

Li Tian tried to search his primordial spirit, but with a *pffft*, the Wang family leader's sea of consciousness shattered, nearly injuring Li Tian.

Ye Fan's heart tightened. Even the sea of consciousness of a clan leader-level figure had a forbidden technique set on it. This was truly formidable, as immortal inheritances were all very mysterious.

Everyone was dazed. The death of an ancient aristocratic family's leader was absolutely a world-shattering event, bound to cause a stir across all five domains and spread to every corner.

Wang Chengkun's cultivation might not have been world-shaking, but his status was extremely high and profoundly noble. His death in this manner was certain to shake the entire world.

The ancient mountain range where the Demon Emperor Palace was located was vast. Any demon race capable of cultivating here had a significant background. Over a hundred miles away lay Nan Yao's cultivation grounds.

In this place, ancient trees towered higher than the mountains, and a bluestone path, incredibly deep and secluded, led to a tranquil area.

Ye Fan, Nan Yao, Yan Yixi, and Li Tian sat on the ground, listening to the guqin. An ethereal, almost Dao-like atmosphere permeated the air.

Nan Yao personally boiled water, arranging various tea utensils on an antique wooden table, and then demonstrated a tea ceremony capable of purifying one's soul.

As they savored the fragrant tea and listened to the plain guqin, they entered an indescribable state of clear tranquility.

Not far away, Qi Huoshui personally played the guqin, its beautiful and melodious notes cleansing the listeners' hearts.