Chapter 766: One Battle, Mountains of Corpses

Chapter 769: A Battle That Piled Mountains of Bones

"What? It's you... the Sacred Body! And those barbarians from the Southern Ridge—they must all be killed!" The Wang family was enraged. Many powerful cultivators soared into the sky, activating their combat weapons.

They had never imagined that Ye Fan would dare to brazenly challenge an ancient aristocratic family like this. The entire Wang family detested him, constantly wishing to eliminate him, yet here he was, assaulting their very doorstep.

Of course, they were also stunned by the immense power of these barbarian warriors. Tens of thousands of them had appeared, a truly fearsome army of tigers and wolves, a group of invincible warmongers.

Their battle aura surged, blood energy soared, and the shouts of men mingled with the roars of beasts. Like ancient war gods reborn, they caused mountains to crumble and the earth to crack wherever they went, destroying countless floating divine islands.

Tens of thousands of warriors roared, swinging great clubs, wielding massive axes, and brandishing long spears. Their destructive power was astonishing; blood splattered everywhere, and no one could stop them!

"Kill! Kill until the sky is stained with blood, kill until a dawn of hope emerges, and erase the Wang family from this world forever!" Ye Fan roared.

"Kill!" Behind Ye Fan, among the barbarian army he led, there were at least a dozen powerful cultivators, who, like passionate fanatics, roared as they charged into battle.

"Destroy the Wang family, avenge our kin, avenge Ye'er, and overturn their so-called immortal legacy!" Tens of thousands roared, creating such an astonishing scene that the very sky seemed on the verge of collapsing.

"Damn it, these barbarians are truly men! Not one of them fears death; I'm infected by their spirit." Li Tian felt his blood burn as he charged forward with them.

The Wang family reacted swiftly. Countless masters surged skyward, and deep within the family's core, a Sacred Weapon was awakening, unleashing a terrifying aura that pierced through the distance.

"Since ancient times, no one has dared to attack my Wang family like this. You will pay a bloody price!" an ancient voice thundered.

To invade an ancient aristocratic family with an endless cavalry force was an unprecedented feat in 100,000 years. The Wang family members were utterly bewildered yet also profoundly enraged.

The sky was bleeding, filled with battle cries and flashing blades. Two ancient legacies engaged in a chaotic, blood-soaked melee, creating mountains of corpses.

Blood splattered and corpses fell in a scene of utter savagery. Ye Fan charged at the forefront, having returned the Divine Maiden Furnace to Li Tian and Yan Yixi for their deterrent use.

While this weapon possessed terrifying power, it consumed an immense amount of divine energy. Unless one was a saint, no one could wield it for extended periods to kill enemies. Its primary use was to counterbalance enemy Sacred Weapons, with its deterrent effect far outweighing its practical use in direct combat.

Ye Fan plunged into the enemy ranks, shouting, "Wang family members, come and die! I, Ye Fan, have arrived here today; what can you possibly do to me?!"

"Kill them all, wipe them out!" All the powerful cultivators of the Wang family mobilized, many rushing towards the West Gate. At this point, everyone's eyes were bloodshot; words were useless—only a fight to the death remained!

Either the Wang family would be annihilated, or the barbarians would all fall in battle. There was no other outcome; at this stage, one side had to be completely eliminated.

Relatively speaking, the Wang family had no retreat. The enemy had broken through the heavenly formation laid down by an ancient saint and invaded their stronghold; they could only fight to the death.

A figure, with long sleeves fluttering, moved like a snake and leaped like an ape, agile and swift, rapidly approaching to confront Ye Fan.

This was one of the foremost figures of the Wang family, highly respected. He was nearly past the "Immortal Three Severing Dao" stage, an elder of three thousand years. His eyes were like golden beads, and his hair had yellowed, characteristic of a long-lived and vigorous elder.

Given time, he was a formidable figure with the potential to break through to the King level. As he lunged, he moved with the sinuous grace of a snake, the precise striking of a crane, the pouncing power of a tiger, and the agile leaps of an antelope.

Every one of his movements was unique, every strike simple yet terrifying, exerting immense pressure on Ye Fan.

This was undoubtedly someone who had broken through the Sixth or Seventh Forbidden Realm, naturally powerful. At times, he resembled an old snake; at others, a furious ape, a celestial crane, or an agile antelope, leaving no trace of his movements.

"Crack!" "Bang!"...

As Ye Fan fought him, he was astonished. Indeed, ancient aristocratic families were not lacking in masters. This elder was incredibly powerful; every strike shimmered with Dao runes, secretly containing chillingly lethal techniques.

The two fiercely clashed, making it difficult for anyone else to intervene. In a flash, they had fought for over a hundred rounds, both moving at incredibly high speeds.

At times, the yellow-haired elder's wide sleeves fluttered, making him appear as elegant as an exiled immortal; at others, he struck with unparalleled ferocity, like a jackal pouncing on its prey, ruthless and precise.

"Together, kill him!" Other powerful cultivators from the Wang family forcefully broke through, intending to join the attack on Ye Fan.

A group of barbarians roared, over a dozen powerful cultivators among them with bronze-colored muscles and bared arms, swinging stone axes in defiance. They fought with savage abandon, their blood energy surging, their wild hair flying.

Ye Fan and this formidable elder finally determined a victor. Ye Fan unleashed 108 consecutive punches, his golden fists shattering the void.

"Crack!"

The yellow-haired elder's arms spasmed, and his bones cracked. Even from a distance, where divine energies clashed, he suffered severe injuries.

During this process, Ye Fan was also evolving, thoroughly comprehending the elder's Dao runes. He, too, began to move like a snake, strike like a crane, pounce like a tiger, and leap like an antelope—it turned out to be a type of Beast King Fist.

"Thud!"

With a crane strike, Ye Fan's palm, like a crane's beak, countered the elder's desperate blow. Then, leaping like an ape, he cleanly severed the elder's head with a wet thud, sending a high wave of blood into the air.

"Uncle-Grandmaster Nine!"

From behind, many members of the Wang family cried out in alarm, their voices echoing. Clearly, Ye Fan had slain an extremely important figure.

"Kill!"

The Wang family surged forward collectively, all encircling Ye Fan, many with bloodshot eyes.

"Damn it, who's afraid of whom? Let's fight!" Li Tian followed closely, joining the great battle.

By this point, even the unrestrained and elegant Yan Yixi had his white robes stained with blood, as he charged through the enemy ranks, fighting between life and death, with one blood blossom after another blooming around him.

"Who's afraid of whom?!" Ye Fan sneered. As a Sacred Body, he feared chaotic battles the least. Extending his Golden Sacred Domain, he became like a meat grinder, advancing relentlessly and sweeping away all opposition.

At the West Gate of the Wang family, shattered bones and flesh splattered continuously as the battle reached a fever pitch. Ye Fan, acting as the vanguard, carved a path of endless death and injury wherever he went.

"Thud!"

Ye Fan unleashed a massive golden palm print. Even a powerful cultivator couldn't withstand it; without a single groan, their body was pulverized into a mass of flesh and mud.

"Om!"

Next, he let out a soft cry, using the "Dou" (Fight) character secret to manifest the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra. With a single primal divine sound, the very cosmos shattered.

This was the highest secret art of Buddhism. When cultivated to its peak, it would encompass the great wisdom, perseverance, and compassion of the universe, possessing the power to create heaven and earth and subdue all heavenly deities.

"Ah..."

Ahead, countless cultivators screamed in agony. Swathes of powerful figures disintegrated under this divine sound, with even grand cultivators being torn to shreds.

With Ye Fan's thunderous roar, a blood-soaked sky appeared before him. Many were pulverized into blood mist, creating an utterly terrifying spectacle.

In the west, with Ye Fan, a veritable god of slaughter, leading the charge, their ruthless advance was incredibly swift, causing heavy losses for the Wang family.

At this moment, the terrifying might of the barbarians was fully unleashed. Ten thousand iron riders converged, the bloody radiance surging from their crowns intertwining to envelop the entire army.

With blood energy swirling around them, they seemed bathed in the blood of ancient war gods. Their fearless charge merged into a single entity, allowing them to lend strength to each other, becoming a unified cavalry corps of ten thousand, advancing in perfect synchronization.

This was an incredibly terrifying sight: tens of thousands of individuals transforming into one, charging forward together, slaying gods and vanquishing Buddhas alike.

In the sky, floating divine mountains and islands collapsed one after another. Nothing could withstand the barbarian vanguard; everything was destroyed.

The Wang family's masters suffered countless casualties. A thousand-man squad, originally courageous and fearless of death, included many powerful cultivators, but they were utterly crushed into bloody paste by the charge of the ten thousand iron riders.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a terrifying hum echoed from the front as ancient war chariots soared into the sky, shimmering with cold metallic luster, eerie and unsettling.

A thousand chariots blocked their path, each bearing countless sword marks and arrow holes, evidence of their baptism in war and the passage of time.

The chariots rumbled forward, crushing the high skies. As a thousand ancient war chariots charged, the entire firmament trembled as if it would collapse through all eternity.

Individually, these powerful chariots lacked agility, but when facing ten thousand iron riders, they unleashed an unparalleled and terrifying divine might.

Grouped together, they crushed the heavens and earth, rumbling forward with an unstoppable offensive power, annihilating all resistance.

Shouts of men mingled with the neighs of beasts!

The barbarian iron riders suffered heavy losses. Upon charging, they collided with these behemoths and fell in swathes, like wheat being harvested. Lives vanished, and blood blossoms bloomed across the field.

The thousand ancient war chariots, commanded by over a dozen powerful cultivators, were all etched with terrifying Dao patterns. Together, they resembled a ravenous metallic beast, devouring lives, turning the sky into an Asura's slaughterhouse.

"Fireworks" ignited by lives exploded, brief and dazzling, followed by eternal death. Blood streamed, and piles of bones continuously plummeted.

The battle was this brutal; any verbal description would be pale in comparison. Countless bodies lay on the ground, and the sky itself was stained with blood.

To conquer an ancient aristocratic family without suffering casualties was a fairytale, impossible in reality. It necessitated enduring the cruelty of blood and bone.

Thousands of colossal ancient war chariots acted like meat grinders, harvesting the lives of barbarian warriors one after another. The barbarians swiftly halted their advance and adjusted their formation.

Ye Fan, covered in blood, fought desperately. Alone amidst the human tide, he pushed to the front, and with each strike of his Six Paths Samsara Fist, he shattered formidable, mountain-like war chariots.

This disrupted the Wang family's formation and halted their assault. The barbarian iron riders retreated, beginning to regroup.

"Divine Archery!"

An elder of the barbarian tribe roared. He was a divine archer who had lived for three thousand years, a terrifying, living fossil-level existence.

The fewer-than-ten-thousand iron riders stood in solemn silence. Not a single one feared death; instead, they became even more resolute. All of them unslung their hard bows, drew their strings, and prepared to shoot.

This was a secret art essential for the barbarian tribe, reputed as one of their deadliest techniques.

At this moment, the blood energy erupting from each person's crown surged even more intensely, completely engulfing them in a terrifying crimson mist. Every hundred barbarian warriors aimed at a single ancient war chariot and unleashed a dreadful arrow imbued with their essence, qi, and spirit. Everyone's battle blood boiled.

"Boom!"

Tens of thousands of ancient divine arrows flew forth simultaneously. Boundless blood energy converged, all the arrows merging into one unified projectile that shattered mountains and rivers upon impact.

Nearby islands, mountains, and everything else were pulverized into dust, utterly destroyed by this divine power.

"Rumble!"

Many colossal chariots were directly blasted apart and shattered into pieces, and half of the powerful cultivators within them were shot dead.

"Divine Archery!"

The elder roared again. Everyone once more drew their bows and notched arrows, unleashing another terrifying volley. Ancient divine arrows pierced through heaven and earth, pulverizing hundreds more ancient war chariots.

At this moment, Ye Fan also took out the Myriad Auspice Bow. Although he had not practiced Divine Archery, the golden sacred arrows he shot with his unparalleled physical body were even more terrifying.

"Thud!" "Thud!"...

Ye Fan, with each arrow, infused all his divine power, successively killing six powerful cultivators, astounding everyone present!

He was like a devil king, his black hair stained with blood, his body covered in gore, yet he radiated boundless light, forcing the strong cultivators of the Wang family into disarray.

"Those who block me shall die!" Ye Fan roared, unleashing the Buddhist "Om" mantra in conjunction, his voice shaking heaven and earth, tearing through the sky.

Ahead, another massive collapse occurred. Swathes of powerful cultivators were pulverized into blood mist, creating a vast expanse of crimson sky.

The assault on the ancient aristocratic family had reached a fever pitch. In the distance, ancient Sacred Weapons were clashing, corpses piled up into mountains, and blood flowed everywhere.

"A Great Accomplishment King!" From afar, terrified screams echoed, accompanied by terrifying tremors. At this stage of the battle, an unparalleled figure had appeared.