Chapter 779: Confrontation with Zitian Capital

**Chapter 782: Confrontation with Zi Tiandu**

Ye Fan strode forward, sword in hand. He flicked the blade with his finger, producing a resonant hum, and thousands of sword qi shimmered, cold and biting. The sword light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire garden.

At the garden entrance, more than a dozen ancient creatures, each with elk-like antlers and covered in silver scales, blocked his path. Their appearance was bizarre and ferocious. None of them were weak; they were all formidable figures who had emerged from the heaps of primordial corpses. How else could they serve as guards to the young master of the Divine Spirit Valley?

Without a superfluous word, some ancient creatures opened their divine eyes, shooting out their source of Dao for a fatal strike! Others spat out divine pearls that exploded instantly, self-destructing their secret treasures with grim expressions. These ancient beings had grown up amidst piles of bones, and all possessed an unstoppable momentum, charging forward with a resolve to die with their enemies.

"Poof!" Ye Fan swung his sword, severing space and time. He split open the divine eye's source of Dao, then flicked it forward. The eye socket exploded, blood gushed out, and the creature's life ended instantly. Then, with a fluid motion, he thrust his sword forward, turning the exploded divine pearl into ashes and extinguishing all its divine power. The blade pierced the creature's glabella, and as blood gurgled, the corpse toppled over.

The dozen ancient creatures, cold as an ice cellar, showed no fear. They lunged forward, fearless of death, some extending massive claws, others spitting out Dao weapons, all confronting the great enemy together. Ye Fan flicked his sword, and a cold light, like a celestial river, surged forth, engulfing the area. He killed ten with each step, striking mercilessly.

"Poof!" One ancient creature was sliced from shoulder to waist, half its body flying up, splattering a large amount of blood.

"Crack!" Pierced by a sword, an ancient creature's chest first caved in, then its entire body's bones exploded, sending fragments of bone and flesh scattering everywhere.

"Bang!" The iron sword swept, its light blazing, slicing seven or eight ancient creatures in half at the waist. Blood sprayed, staining the plants, and a bloody mist billowed upwards.

"Snap!" Ye Fan flicked his hand back, striking the top of an ancient creature's head behind him, sending its skull flying with a "snap." A splash of white brain matter mixed with blood shot up, and the corpse fell stiffly to the ground.

"Ah!" An ancient creature, old and comparable to a sect master, launched its strongest strike but still couldn't withstand Ye Fan's unparalleled sharpness. Killed in one sword stroke! The iron sword cut through his ancient weapon, destroyed his Dao foundation, and severed his head. The head, with a long trail of blood, flew into the garden, rolling to the feet of those standing nearby.

Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, Xie Siyuan, and others all blanched. The several "pearls" of the Southern Ridge also had their smiles freeze. This man, like a demon god, had fought his way through alone with a single sword; no one could stop him for even half a step. Among them were powerful ancient creatures from the Second Heaven of Sendai, who had undergone a baptism of blood, but they were still cut down like chickens, bleeding profusely.

No introduction was needed now; everyone knew it was the Human Sacred Body who had come. The faces of the Southern Ridge's talents and "pearls" present, regardless of whether they were of the demon or human race, all froze. Even though everyone present was an arrogant figure, they were still filled with awe and reverence for this killing god. Recent legends all revolved around him. Just moments ago, they had been discussing him at length, with some even disparaging and criticizing Ye Fan. Yet, upon truly seeing him, not a single person dared to show disrespect; their bodies all stiffened. Who didn't know about the earth-shattering event where Ye Fan, in a fit of rage, led tens of thousands of iron cavalry to flatten the Desolate Ancient Aristocratic Family? Everyone present had family ties and resided in the Southern Ridge; who wouldn't feel apprehensive?

Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens of the Southern Ridge, remained relatively calm. Though light shimmered in her eyes, she was always composed and showed no panic. Xie Siyuan and Chen Yuan were not so calm. They had just criticized the Human Sacred Body, and now they felt uneasy, their hearts hollow. Some of the Southern Ridge "pearls" composed themselves, revealing sweet smiles as they looked forward, trying their best to maintain elegant and charming postures. Only Zi Tiandu remained unmoving, showing no reaction. He sat cross-legged behind a white jade table on the grassy ground, his body enveloped in a crystalline purple light, his gaze as cold as a knife.

"Poof!" As the last few powerful ancient creatures charged forward, Ye Fan swept his iron sword horizontally, pushing it forward like a collapsing mountain. The strongest among them all screamed as the iron sword's light blazed fiercely, cutting across heaven and earth, severing them all. Ye Fan walked, leaning on his sword, flicking the blade with his finger, producing a resonant hum. The sound of slaughter was deafening. His clothes unstained by blood, he strode into the garden; no one dared to stop him again.

The scene was silent. Everyone discussed the Human Sacred Body, but only when truly facing him did they feel the immense pressure. The Southern Ridge's talents fell silent, no longer displaying the spirited arrogance they had shown moments ago. The young man in front, holding the blood-soaked iron sword, made them feel immense pressure. The iron sword was heavy and thick. Ye Fan's body was slender and strong, his green robe flowing. His face was calm, yet he possessed a terrifying aura. He looked refined, but was like an overlord ruling the world, making others feel suffocated.

Ye Fan stood in the garden, instantly dropping the previously lively atmosphere to freezing point. Everyone felt pressured.

"Whoosh!" Ye Fan flicked his hand, tossing the iron sword onto the ground, where it plunged into a boulder. It trembled as blood dripped from it, a shocking sight.

"Zi Tiandu, weren't you here for me? You've gone to a lot of trouble, or else I would have had to go to the Eastern Barren to kill you."

His calm and natural words, however, caused the temperature in the garden to drop sharply. Ye Fan spoke casually, but it revealed powerful self-confidence.

"You think you can suppress and kill me..." Zi Tiandu stood up. His bloodline, inherited from the Primordial Royal Clan, made him tall, imposing, and exceptionally heroic, like a purple heavenly king.

"If I can't even kill you, how can I ever be unrivaled in this world?" Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, facing a young master from the Primordial Royal Clan without the slightest hint of treating him as a formidable enemy.

Behind them, both Wu Fei, the Heavenly Maiden of the Southern Ridge, and the other "pearls" showed changes in expression, with divine radiance flowing around them. Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan all tensed, feeling an even more suffocating pressure. They seemed to envision a future scene: hundreds or thousands of years later, the Human Sacred Body would achieve great accomplishment, rule the world, and suppress their generation, forcing everyone in the Five Regions into hushed silence, the entire world losing its voice.

"Humph!" A cold snort sounded as two elderly ancient creatures suddenly appeared, their bodies covered in dense purple scales, making them terrifying and chilling.

"Such arrogance! Even the bloodline of an ancient emperor might not dare to say such a thing. What is a mere Human Sacred Body like you!"

"Our race has slept for too long and has been forgotten. No matter how powerful you are, you are merely a human physique, nothing but a clay dog!"

The two elderly ancient creatures lunged forward together, intending to immediately establish their dominance and shatter all of Ye Fan's confidence and belief. Their bodies swelled, becoming ferocious and terrifying like two prehistoric horned dragons, their scales bristling as they tore through the void.

"Scram!" With one hand behind his back, Ye Fan threw only his right fist. Instantly, golden blood qi surged, filling the garden and shaking heaven and earth! The Six Paths Samsara Fist was boundless in its might and unstoppable. With just this one punch, all magical treasures, all beliefs, and all battle qi were completely shattered. The two ancient creatures were very powerful. In a normal fight, Ye Fan would have to exert significant effort, but with this strongest strike, channeling all his essence, qi, and spirit, the outcome was completely different.

"Poof!" These two elderly creatures were shattered into more than a dozen pieces, their bones and fragmented bodies scattering, transforming into a bloody mist that dispersed into the surroundings. Not to mention others, even Zi Tiandu's pupils contracted, his hair flew wildly, and his entire body was suffused with purple light. Everyone gasped. These were two ancient creatures of profound strength, yet before the Sacred Body, they were nothing. They couldn't even withstand a single punch and were shattered into the void.

Golden battle qi permeated the air as the Sacred Body's power surged, engulfing the entire garden. Ye Fan stared ahead, walking step by step.

At this moment, Li Tian appeared, standing at the garden's exit and blocking everyone's path, an evil smile on his face. Yan Yixi, on the other hand, had a different temperament: dashing in white, elegant and ethereal, blocking the path in the back garden.

"Human Sacred Body, I was looking for you, and now you've delivered yourself to me. Nothing more to say, kill!" Zi Tiandu finally made his move. Above his head, a purple ancient pagoda floated, its thunderous roar shaking the sky as thousands of thick purple qi descended, protecting him. He was very arrogant, his expression cold. He charged forward head-on, launching a direct punch, unstoppable.

The sound of his fist was like a tsunami, vast and deafening, wave after wave, like raging waves sweeping across the nine heavens, roaring continuously and making ears buzz. This was an immense fist force, inscribed with traces of the Dao, densely interwoven, emitting lightning and thunder-like fluctuations. Purple qi surged like a mighty river, startling the entire small world. In other gardens, many masters were startled, all looking towards this direction, their minds shaken.

Ye Fan's appearance was solemn, his heart enlightened by the Dao. His form created seals, and in that instant, he assumed the posture of a co-master of humanity, ruling the world, looking down upon all races, utterly supreme amidst the vast Dao.

The Human King Seal! He cast this seal at this moment, imbuing it with extremely special significance. Facing the descendant of the Primordial Royal Clan with this ancient treasured seal, lost for many years, clearly demonstrated his resolve. Ye Fan's right hand transformed into a Heaven and Earth Treasure Seal, inscribed with the immortal sacred radiance of humanity. With one strike, it shook the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Never before had he understood this treasured seal so thoroughly. His spirit sublimated, and his iron will poured entirely into the Human King Seal.

At this moment, heaven and earth converged, and the vast Dao roared, rumbling into motion. A swath of immortal radiance flowed from Ye Fan's body, making him sacred, inviolable, solemn, and grand. The several Southern Ridge talents present all felt their hearts pound, experiencing an uncontrollable urge to bow their heads and kneel. Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens, and the other "pearls" of the Southern Ridge also showed strange expressions, resisting this powerful pressure with all their might.

"Boom!" As the Human King Seal was unleashed, this heaven and earth emitted an inexplicable Dao light that spread in all directions. All who were human felt a profound unease in their hearts, their bloodlines on the verge of boiling.

This was the first clash between Ye Fan and Zi Tiandu!

Purple qi surged, piercing through the nine heavens. Zi Tiandu roared, his hair standing on end, and behind him, an ancient king emerged. And behind Ye Fan, a co-master of humanity also manifested. Both figures seemed as if they would collapse all eternities and heavens, terrifyingly absolute.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..." In a fierce collision, as the Human King Seal pressed down, the co-master of humanity behind Ye Fan, identical to him, gained the upper hand, stepping on the ancient king.

"Ah!" Zi Tiandu roared, unleashing an even more ferocious punch.

Ye Fan also roared, his black hair like a waterfall, all spread out. He unleashed wide, sweeping attacks, pressing forward to suppress his opponent.