Chapter 782: One Person Intimidates All Directions

A great demon entered the garden, bowing respectfully and showing reverence. Some sect masters and living fossils had prepared a banquet there, inviting Ye Fan and his companions to attend.

By this point, all sect masters across the land had to treat Ye Fan with utmost politeness and caution, fearing they might provoke this god of slaughter. He dared to strike down even primeval royal families, so there was seemingly nothing he wouldn't do.

Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens, was also invited to play an ancient tune. She was considered a fairy blossom for such occasions, capable of adding considerable grace to the banquet.

Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, Xie Siyuan, and others, however, were not invited. Even the other Southern Ridge Jewels rarely had the honor of entering such a gathering.

This was a winter snow garden, with large snowflakes fluttering down. To witness such a scene in the perennially spring-like Southern Ridge was, naturally, the result of human design.

The fragrance of plum blossoms, born from bitter cold, proudly bloomed against the wind. Pristine white snow covered the ground, and chilly air assailed their faces. Several pavilions featured jade tables laden with rare delicacies and fine wines.

Only great demons of the Southern Ridge or human sect masters were allowed to be seated here; otherwise, there was simply no place.

More than ten years later, Ye Fan's status was vastly different. Some individuals present had seen him years ago at the Jade Pond Peach Banquet, where they had appeared as Southern Ridge Demon Lords, while he could only observe from afar.

Now, however, he was on equal footing, which filled him with emotion. In the past, many had pursued and tried to kill him, but now, they all recoiled, with few daring to confront him directly.

"To be in an era of turmoil and witness the growth of a Human Saint Body is indeed a great fortune," someone mused. "Recalling ancient times, whenever a Great Accomplishment Saint Body emerged, they would quell chaos, bring peace to the world, and protect the cosmos, earning the reverence, gratitude, and admiration of our generation."

"Yes," another agreed, "in ancient lands, dark upheavals erupted multiple times. Each time, a Human Great Accomplishment Saint Body was born amidst the chaos, turning the tide and restoring peace to the world. They fought until their sacred blood ran dry, their bodies wrapped in horsehide – their heroic spirit unmatched!"

Someone sighed with emotion, their words tinged with sadness, seemingly speaking from the heart.

Speaking of ancient wars, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Every battle was a river of blood and mountains of bones; even Great Accomplishment Saint Bodies sometimes fell in battle, which underscored the unimaginable brutality.

Ye Fan remained silent. That era, with its tumultuous restricted zones and invading external deities, was indeed one of immense suffering. Yet, it was precisely then that Great Emperors were born, ascending to the Dao in the mortal world and quelling all calamities.

And now, it was an unprecedented grand era. The sleeping primeval myriad races were about to awaken, and if beings from several major restricted zones were provoked, the mere thought sent shivers down one's spine.

Ye Fan would not forget that a Great Accomplishment Saint Body's blood had stained the mountain walls, as they were killed on the Saint Cliff in their later years, their fresh blood dyeing the entire massive mountain red.

That level of tragic intensity, those formidable enemies, that kind of battle truly defied imagination. Even Human Great Accomplishment Saint Bodies could only pass away somberly, their bodies wrapped in horsehide for burial, marking the desolate end of a lifetime of invincibility that ultimately met defeat.

Ancient wars were unimaginably brutal, as recorded in many ancient texts. Even the Great Accomplishment Saint Body's old friends and relatives died in battle; he couldn't protect them completely and could only use his sacred blood to prolong their lives.

"Has such an era arrived again?" Ye Fan murmured to himself. And now, it might be even worse: the restricted zones were restless, and deities were appearing, perhaps making things many times more complicated.

He wondered if such a brutal war would also occur in the future, and if he could protect those important to him.

"This is a great era seen only once in eternity," someone said pessimistically. "Once the primeval kings all emerge, will there still be room for us to survive?"

For a long time, the world had been plagued by continuous warfare, and for a very long period, the human race had remained at a disadvantage.

To be precise, it was probably only during the era of the Wu Shi Great Emperor that the human race truly became powerful and fearless, genuinely suppressing all sides and becoming the protagonists of the world.

"Who stands at the peak of the Immortal Road? With one glance at Wu Shi, the Dao becomes void." This wasn't just a casual saying; it was because he swept aside everything. Any dark upheaval or supreme being that dared to emerge was utterly suppressed and killed by him.

He was invincible, without a shred of doubt, causing all heavens to tremble. All sources of calamity went into hiding, and no major threat emerged during his era.

The Great Emperors of old had all passed away, returning to the earth. Now, a terrible chaotic era had arrived again, filling everyone with apprehension.

These sect masters and living fossils recalled the sages, reminisced about the past, and thought of the Great Emperors. If even one were still alive, there would be no need to worry, but the present situation was different.

Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens of the Southern Ridge, played the guzheng nearby. Her melancholic melody, reminiscing about the ancient sages, deeply affected the emotions of those present.

People enjoyed the snow and plum blossoms, drank wine, and discussed ancient and modern times. Whether genuinely or feigned, everyone seemed to be somewhat moved.

"Thank you all for the banquet," Ye Fan said. "Unfortunately, someone won't let me drink to my heart's content, so I can't continue." He drained his last cup of wine and placed the jade cup on the stone table.

"Why do you say that, little brother Ye?" an old sect master asked. By now, even figures over two thousand years old conversed with him as equals.

"Very well," Ye Fan said, standing up. "Please continue to drink. I shall perform a sword dance to add to the merriment; let's not spoil the atmosphere!"

"Has someone arrived?" Yan Yixi asked secretly.

"Yes, they arrived very quickly, even before I could go out and intercept them," Ye Fan transmitted through voice. "People from the Ancient Killer Dynasty have already arrived." He told Yan Yixi and Li Tian to hold tight to the Divine Maiden Furnace and be careful to protect themselves.

"Who will lend me a sword?" Ye Fan asked, rising to his full height. He stepped into the snow-filled garden and stood among the plum blossoms.

"To witness the Human Saint Body perform a sword dance is truly a great fortune," an ancient demon said, presenting a long sword. "This old man has a battle sword."

*Clang!* In that instant, the long sword was unsheathed. A divine rainbow flashed, and with a *thump*, blood splattered as it sliced open a void in the distance. A man's head flew up, blood gushing out.

"This is..." Everyone was greatly astonished. For someone to have infiltrated so close without being detected was truly terrifying.

*Whoosh!* A streak of light slashed across the sky as Ye Fan delivered another sword strike. The blade pierced into the void, and with a *thump*, blood gushed out as it pierced through a person's forehead, nailing them to death and lifting them out.

"How could this be?!" Everyone's hair stood on end. Someone was concealed within dozens of feet, an absolutely dangerous signal.

*Whoosh!* Just then, two dazzling lights, even brighter than comets, flashed across the sky one after another, slashing towards Ye Fan as two figures rushed out.

Ye Fan was fearless, as if he had anticipated it. He acted later but struck first, his left fist bursting out, instantly shattering an old assassin, along with his sword, into pieces. With a flick of the long sword in his right hand, he sliced another person vertically into two halves.

"Everyone, there's nothing to fear from this; it's merely a minor trick," Ye Fan said. "With just one Eye of Delusion-Breaking spell, they will have nowhere to hide." He then publicly recited a secret art, which originated from ancient Heavenly Court techniques.

"Retreat!" A voice echoed from the void, and in an instant, over twenty people rushed out of the snowy garden, fleeing in all directions. The sheer number of assassins was chilling.

"Doesn't the Divine Son of the Ancient Killer Dynasty claim to be able to kill all kings?" Ye Fan called out, pursuing them with his dripping sacred sword. "I've been waiting; why doesn't he dare to appear?" His speed was too fast; he killed almost one person every ten steps, leaving a bloody trail.

This small world was once again in chaos, and everyone was stunned. The Human Saint Body was truly too fierce. People had always heard of the Ancient Killer Dynasty's assassins killing others, but now, he was counter-pursuing them, leaving a bloody trail.

"If your Divine Son doesn't show himself, not a single one of you will leave today!" Ye Fan roared.

He chased them all the way. By the time they reached the exit of the small world, only two of the twenty-odd people remained, but even escaping proved useless. Above Vermilion Bird City, Ye Fan cut them in half; not a single one escaped.

*Buzz!* The void suddenly trembled right above Vermilion Bird City. Nine killing swords appeared simultaneously, stabbing towards a central point. At the same time, an ancient killing formation was deployed, intending to refine Ye Fan within it.

These were nine old men, all exuding malevolence and chilling killing intent. They had undoubtedly crawled out of piles of corpses, having killed an unknown number of people.

Nine terrifying old assassins had emerged simultaneously!

"Your Divine Son is too cautious," Ye Fan scoffed, his gaze cold. "Don't you want to kill me, yet he doesn't dare to appear himself? What 'proving the Dao through killing'? I think it's 'proving the Dao through concealment' instead." He then opened his mouth, and the King-level divine weapon, the Vajra Loop, flew out, while the Dark Magnetic Mountain also shot up from behind his head.

He stepped on the 'Word' Secret, instantly rushing out of the killing formation. By now, very few formations could trap him.

*Buzz!* The Vajra Loop was a King-level divine weapon, capable of splitting mountains and tearing the sky; anything it struck would crumble. When Ye Fan unleashed this magical artifact, an old assassin instantly met a bitter end.

"Go! Many of our secret arts are useless against him; he can perceive heavenly secrets!" one person shouted loudly.

"Too late! Not a single one of you will leave today!" Ye Fan roared, continuing his pursuit.

The people of the Ancient Killer Dynasty were terrified, their learned secret arts useless. They had nowhere to hide. This was no longer an assassination; it was a blatant confrontation.

In Vermilion Bird City, countless cultivators looked up and watched. They saw Ye Fan wielding various weapons—the Vajra Loop, Dark Magnetic Mountain, God-Beating Whip, the black King's War Chariot, and the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron—all simultaneously bursting with light, slaughtering in all directions.

This was a massacre. He alone slaughtered in all directions, his battle sword dripping with blood. The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron and other artifacts, with one strike, shattered large areas and collapsed the void.

There were many assassins, indeed concealed and difficult for outsiders to detect. But before Ye Fan, they had nowhere to hide. People continuously witnessed him striking out from seemingly nothing, leaving a spray of blood.

"He understands our Killer Dynasty's secret arts."

"Should we make a move?"

"Those two behind him likely possess ancient Saint weapons," came another voice. "I have a chilling premonition."

"It seems we can't make a move this time."

In the distant sky, a man and a woman conversed softly, blending with heaven and earth, unseen by anyone. Only a wisp of aura, enough to make even living fossils tremble, permeated the air, like the reincarnation of an immortal god of killing—it was precisely the Divine Son and Divine Daughter of the Ancient Killer Dynasty.

On the other side, a golden ancient war chariot streaked across the sky. When it witnessed Ye Fan slaughtering in all directions from afar, the chariot suddenly halted.

Wang Teng's hair was disheveled, and his body blazed with brilliant light. He stood motionless on the golden war chariot, not advancing another step.

To the north, Hua Yunfei, who had achieved great accomplishment in the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, stood with his blue robes fluttering. He was like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world, exuding an indescribable ethereal grace.

Not far away, Li Xiaoman, dressed in snow-white robes, sat cross-legged in the void. Within the 365 golden whirlpools across her body, a deity sat cross-legged in each.

She suddenly opened her eyes and said, "The symbiotic deities have sensed it; there must be a Human Great Saint's weapon nearby."

In a more distant void, a blurry, imposing figure stood alone and said, "Human Saint Body, I specifically traveled from the Northern Region for you. To be able to kill Zi Tian, it's worth my move."

At the same time, Ye Fan seemed to sense something, scanning his surroundings and saying, "Since you've all arrived, why don't you dare to come out and fight?"

The long sky remained silent; no one responded. Numerous formidable enemies all stood in the void, none daring to approach.