Chapter 763: War Blood Boiling

Chapter 766: Battle Blood Boils

Even a damaged ancient Holy Weapon, not an heirloom but forged from divine materials, possessed unimaginable power. Mountain ranges collapsed, and the entire great wilderness trembled.

In the distance, all birds and beasts trembled, prostrating themselves on the ground, bowing in reverence towards this direction. The world was silent, save for this spot. A purple-gold hammer hung in the void, and with a single tremor, it seemed as if all worlds were on the verge of collapse.

It was indescribable. This terrifying power was unstoppable in that moment. The purple ripples it emitted caused mountains to crumble, lakes to dry up, and valleys to collapse upon contact.

Heaven and Earth were obliterated, and all things were destroyed!

"Those damned bastards are back again! Destroying our homes, wiping out our villages. They truly mean to annihilate us. I swear eternal enmity against them!"

In a mountainous area in the distance, several barbarian elders witnessed this scene, their hair bristling with rage. They had not yet launched their counter-attack on the Northern Plains, and now their enemies were at their doorstep again. Had they not moved out earlier, they surely would have been massacred.

As the purple waves spread, the world fell silent, and everything was destroyed. Ancient villages and mountain ranges had already disintegrated from the residual power.

When everything settled, the foremost mountain ranges silently vanished. A gentle breeze blew, and they collapsed like paper, turning into ashes. Such was the power of even a damaged Holy Weapon, far incomparable to a true heirloom, yet possessing such might!

In front of the Wang family members, a human-head-sized purple-gold hammer hung, emanating surging purple energy and brilliant colorful light. It was originally very elaborate, but about a third of its surface was missing, sunken inward.

Wang Chengtian's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. He stood with his hands behind his back, an unutterably cold and detached expression, appearing like a master from another world.

However, in that instant, his face froze, his gaze became dull, and then he stumbled back more than a dozen large steps. His expression instantly solidified.

Behind him, the other Wang family members were also stunned, then utterly shocked, all displaying expressions of disbelief.

Right in front, three people emerged unscathed from the dissipating purple ripples, all calm and utterly fearless.

One of them spoke, a mocking expression on his face. He said, "You dare call this broken hammer a Holy Weapon? It's barely good enough for Saint Son Li Tian to use as a pestle!"

Wang Chengtian and the others were completely astonished. They knew they were in big trouble; what had happened far exceeded their expectations, and today would likely bring great calamity.

In Ye Fan's right palm rested a fist-sized bronze cauldron. It was dazzlingly beautiful, crystal clear and translucent. The bronze material seemed to possess spiritual energy, luminous and radiant.

The soft misty light it emitted enveloped the three, protecting them. Wisps of the power of a saint emanated from it, awe-inspiring and incomparable.

"A complete heirloom Holy Weapon!" The Wang family members felt chills from head to toe. They rarely, if ever, came into contact with such an artifact, a supreme treasure left by a Great Saint. The one in their own family was enshrined and rarely even viewed from afar.

Wang Chengtian felt utterly cold. For the first time, he felt death was so close. Facing such a weapon, even if he brought dozens more men, they would all perish.

His elder brother had once contended with Wang Chengkun for the family patriarch position and was far superior in strength. In this generation of the Wang family, they were known as the Twin Heroes, unmatched by anyone.

However, their power could not rival the astonishing talent of a young son. The young Wang Teng was highly regarded by the Ancestor, securing the patriarch position for his father.

Now, with Wang Chengkun killed, his elder brother became the strongest contender for the patriarch position. This faction had obtained the purple-gold hammer for him, intending for him to use the Holy Weapon's power to kill the Holy Body, thereby avenging the Wang family's shame and enhancing the prestige of their faction, adding glory to his elder brother's position.

Yet, the outcome was this: the opponent possessed an heirloom Holy Weapon, making him feel as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.

"You told us to kneel and die. You really dare to speak such words," Li Tian sneered.

"Don't kill us..." Someone behind Wang Chengtian trembled under the divine power of the Holy Weapon. No one was truly fearless of death; it was merely a matter of how much fear they could endure.

"Hum..."

The void trembled. A flash of light from Ye Fan's hand, and the Goddess Cauldron emitted a ray of brilliant and beautiful light, instantly pinning the purple-gold hammer in place and then drawing it back.

He held it and gently rubbed it, using the Goddess Cauldron to completely erase all internal divine consciousness imprints. Then, he examined it carefully.

"What a pity, it's incomplete. There are serious internal injuries..."

This weapon was not only made of inferior materials but also severely depleted, having overdrawn its last vestiges of life force. The divine fire within it was about to extinguish; otherwise, it would have been impossible to suppress or seize.

Yan Yixi said, "It's badly damaged, but we can suppress it with the Goddess Cauldron. Otherwise, we really couldn't have subdued the divine spirit of a Holy Weapon. However, there's a downside: this will damage it even more severely, and it won't be usable many more times."

"No matter, it's better than not being able to use it forcefully," Ye Fan said.

Holy Weapons are formidable; their internal divine spirits must be subdued before they can be used, otherwise, they can backfire at any moment and kill the wielder. This is why major powers are not afraid even if their heirloom weapons are seized, as there's a good chance of recovering them, and they are difficult for enemies to use.

"You little bastards, I admit defeat today!" Wang Chengtian saw the Holy Weapon about to change hands completely. Although it was incomplete, it was still a great loss for the family, and the frustration in his heart was immeasurable.

"Go to hell, still mouthing off now. I'll beat you to death in a moment!" Li Tian said, taking the Goddess Cauldron. He immediately swept out a divine light.

Wang Chengtian was sent flying backward, his bones and meridians cracking continuously. His Sea of Suffering was shattered, his Dao Palace collapsed, his Celestial Platform bled, and he was crippled on the spot, losing all his cultivation.

"You..." Wang Chengtian trembled all over. All hope was lost; he had cultivated diligently his entire life, but today, it was completely over.

"What 'you'!" Li Tian backhanded him, slapping him to the ground.

"Don't kill us. We'll agree to any condition," the other few people were terrified out of their wits, kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

"I have many questions I want to ask you..." Ye Fan smiled. They were about to invade the Northern Plains, and the more they understood about the Wang family, the better.

"You beasts..." Wang Chengtian was not only cursing his own clansmen but also Ye Fan and the others. He wanted to continue shouting and cursing.

"Thud."

Ye Fan descended from above. He stomped down with one foot, burying half of Wang Chengtian's face in the dirt, rendering him unable to speak. Then, he kicked him away like a dead dog.

Before long, Ye Fan obtained much valuable information from them. He then took these individuals into the barbarian tribe, handing them over for further interrogation.

The tribe members utterly hated them. Naturally, they showed no gentle methods. They almost flayed Wang Chengtian alive, beating him viciously with large sticks until he was nearly broken.

When Ye Fan left, he erased all traces from the battlefield. He did not want to leave behind the aura of an ancient Holy Weapon, as it was not appropriate to expose it now.

Not long after, those who had finished building the teleportation array platforms arrived from Phoenix City, but they were all disappointed; the battle had already ended, and they saw nothing.

"Ooh-ooh..." The war horns blared continuously. The barbarian tribe was mustering its forces, preparing to invade the Northern Plains. Twice, their villages had been massacred, which was truly an unbearable insult.

All masters were summoned. Whether they lived in groups in the mountains, cultivated alone in secret places, or were in seclusion, all had to appear.

This ancient ox horn symbolized war. It was never sounded unless for a major crisis. Once it blared, it signified a world-shaking war, where the entire tribe would fight, and blood would drench the land.

Ye Fan felt they could now attack the Northern Plains. Many major powers were focused on the Southern Ridge, strategizing there. This was the perfect time for them to break free and achieve success by fighting in the Northern Plains!

"Ooh-ooh..." The ancient ox horn blared long and loud, shaking mountains and valleys, echoing throughout the ancient barbarian land.

"Aoo..."

With a great roar, all mountains shook. A colossal azure dragon soared across the sky, casting immense shadows, terrifying beyond measure. Its emitted aura made all living beings tremble.

It had a pair of enormous scaled wings, each capable of covering an entire mountain. One could only imagine how terrifying this sky overlord was.

This was a dragon-kind, raised personally by a previous old chieftain, with azure dragon blood flowing through its veins. Seated on its back were nine elders, very old but incredibly wild, all wearing beast-skin clothes and carrying wolf-tooth clubs, presenting a unified appearance.

"These people..." Ye Fan was astonished. These elders were extremely terrifying; each was around three thousand years old, living fossils of the tribe.

"Roar..."

On the other side, a colossal white tiger roared, galloping from the depths of the mountain range. Each step it took could crush a cliff, possessing incomparable destructive power.

This was another formidable guardian spirit of the barbarian tribe. It had lived for over three thousand five hundred years, was as tall as a mountain, and exuded overwhelming demonic energy.

On its back were more than thirty terrifying old men, all over two thousand years old, their hair like tangled grass. Although their bodies were gaunt due to age, they were full of spirit and vitality. They carried large axes and held massive clubs, each one incredibly fierce and intimidating.

"Roar..."

Roars were incessant as one barbarian beast after another charged forward. Each one had a master seated before it—a group of barbarian powerhouses of slightly lesser seniority, not qualified to sit on the two guardian spirits.

They were bare-chested, with bronze bones and iron muscles, their physiques like coiled dragons. Some rode divine snipers, others sat on Qilin lions, each resembling an ancient barbarian war god.

"So many masters, damn it. My Human Desire Dao wasn't this strong even at its peak!" Li Tian shrank his neck, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The ancient barbarian tribe was too mysterious and powerful. No wonder they dared to declare that even if an immortal divine dynasty bullied them to the extreme, they would dare to fight back and completely overturn it.

"These fierce individuals riding barbarian beasts... some are mighty figures, so many of them, and so powerful!" Yan Yixi felt almost suffocated.

A chorus of shouts echoed. Figures were everywhere, across mountains and fields. All soared into the air, old and young, each incredibly wild and fierce, wielding terrifying primitive ancient weapons. This group had no mounts, yet their magical power was frightening. The key was that they were everywhere; the sheer number of troops was overwhelming.

"Report!"

From afar, someone rode a fierce bird, flying like a bolt of lightning into the depths of the wild ridge. He reported loudly: "Several forces of the Wang family remaining in the Southern Ridge have entered the desolate mountains, searching for our clansmen, vowing to hunt down and completely massacre anyone from Dongfang Ye's village, no matter where they flee!"

A barbarian elder stood up, standing on a cliff, his wild hair flying. He roared, "The Wang family of the Northern Plains has gone too far! This is the third time they've massacred our friends. What do you say we do?"

"Kill! Kill into the Northern Plains! Break their family with our most powerful forces!"

"Counterattack! Break the Northern Plains Wang family! Let the wrath of the ancient barbarian war gods burn across the Northern Plains!"

"They want to massacre our clansmen. We will shatter their family and make the so-called Ancient Aristocratic Family disappear from the world forever!"

Men and women, old and young, all roared, their battle intent soaring to the heavens!

Figures were everywhere, across mountains and fields. Human shouts and beast roars mingled, emotions ran high, all eager to charge into the Northern Plains.

"Good! Today is the day. Our clan's masters are all gathered. We march into the Northern Plains. We'll send them sprawling and wipe them out!" The old patriarch on the cliff roared, and countless people below responded.

"Wipe them out! Invade the Northern Plains! Beat them to a pulp!"

"They insulted our tribe, massacred our homes. This is unbearable. Level them!"

"Wipe them out!"

The barbarian army, with flags unfurled, radiated overwhelming killing intent. All were high in battle spirit, each wielding a wolf-smoke war club. The blood of every individual boiled, eager to immediately charge into battle.