Chapter 836: Breaking All Laws

The battle had reached its climax. Ye Fan, driven to a frenzy, fought desperately to break through, covered in blood, striking fear into everyone around him. He himself was also severely wounded.

"Bang," "bang"... Continuous, massive collisions sent blood and shattered bone splattering everywhere, accompanied by an incessant, terrifying roar.

Among the crowd were supreme figures who had been keeping a low profile, not much weaker than him. Now, they finally unleashed their full power, each strike capable of shattering the heavens and rending the earth.

"Clang!" Ancient weapons clashed, powerful artifacts collided, producing deafening sounds!

Ye Fan activated the 'Soldier' secret art, manipulating various arcane treasures, turning them against their owners and slaughtering them. It was a terrifying and insane spectacle, filled with continuous screams.

Ethereal daoist sounds resonated through heaven and earth, threatening to shatter people's souls. These were the laments of ancient weapons, many of them divine artifacts, yet they were uncontrolled, cutting down their own masters, as a rain of blood scattered.

This was a cruel battle, and Ye Fan had no choice. To survive, he could only attack using the most effective, simplest, and least energy-consuming methods.

There were no weaklings on the battlefield; some were destined to become the future ancestral kings of various races. Their combined assault on Ye Fan made it an almost inescapable death trap, one he would find difficult to survive.

"Ah..." Another young powerhouse from an ancient race screamed as, under the influence of the 'Soldier' secret art, his own ancient mirror sliced off half his head. His primordial spirit was also dissolved by the bursting light from the mirror.

"Kill!" War cries shook the heavens as powerful enemies, undeterred, pressed forward without retreating.

Ye Fan, however, paid a heavy price. His Golden Holy Domain collapsed multiple times, his powerful physical body nearly burst apart, and he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. With so many powerhouses attacking in concert, even a King at the Immortal Three realm would suffer a bitter defeat.

Especially dangerous were a few individuals whose strength was exceptionally great, having already stepped half a foot across the threshold of Immortal Three, possessing astonishing combat prowess. They mingled within the crowd, launching sudden, terrifying, and almost always fatal sneak attacks.

This was a bloody battle. Several times, Ye Fan almost broke through, only to be forced back by the strongest opponents. He had no choice but to fight desperately, burning away his own life force.

"Zheng!" A chilling sword hum rang out. Just as Ye Fan was plunged into his most perilous situation, a divine principle suddenly appeared, flying like an otherworldly immortal light directly towards Ye Fan's glabella. Not only him, but even those nearby felt their bodies about to split apart and their primordial spirits on the verge of collapse.

The Divine Son of the Human World had made his move!

He had surprisingly remained, patiently enduring until now, finally spotting a fatal opening. He struck decisively and ruthlessly.

Ye Fan was in a life-or-death situation, under assault from several supreme figures—the most formidable among the younger generation of ancient races, all having stepped half a foot over the threshold of Dao Slaying. With this sudden assassination attempt, he found it impossible to divide his attention to respond!

This was a Sword of Order, inscribed with various runes and entirely forged from principles. It represented the Divine Son of the Human World's immense power, indicating that he had already successfully achieved Dao Slaying.

Everything happened too quickly; there was no time to think. Ye Fan poured all his life's cultivation into activating the 'Soldier' secret art to its utmost potential, attempting to interfere with the Sword of Order.

"It's useless. This isn't a physical sword; it's forged from principles. Touch it, and you'll turn to ashes!" the Divine Son of the Human World said grimly.

However, the 'Soldier' secret art was unparalleled and exceeded all expectations. Even a weapon formed from principles was interfered with, causing the Sword of Order to pause for an instant.

"Clang!" At the same moment, a person nearby, radiating light and clad in immortal battle armor, was controlled by the 'Soldier' secret art and flung backward, blocking Ye Fan.

"Pfft!" The Sword of Order mercilessly pierced his glabella. He melted away along with the divine principle, like snow under the scorching sun. His flesh and bones dissolved, a gruesome sight.

"Boom!" Finally, his entire body exploded, turning into a bloody mist, his remains scattered, and his form and spirit utterly annihilated.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan was attacked by several other supreme figures. He coughed up blood and was sent flying, but ultimately, he managed to narrowly escape a deadly calamity.

It was a brutal battle. Blood rained down from the sky, and shattered bones lay strewn about, making the battlefield resemble an Asura's killing ground. The fighting was so fierce it seemed to dim the sun and moon, filling the air with the gloom of death.

"Immortal Three, Dao Slaying!" Ye Fan's heart tightened. He had finally encountered such an opponent, especially one from the Human World, a killer who preferred covert assassination over direct confrontation, making his situation even more precarious.

A trickle of golden blood flowed from his glabella. Although the Sword of Order hadn't directly struck him, its immense energy had pierced through, an attack that would have undoubtedly impaled anyone else's Immortal Platform.

There was no time for delay; every single moment was a brush with death. The battle had reached a fever pitch, and for him, there was no retreat—only forward.

Some were there to seize the Qilin divine medicine seeds, others acted on behalf of the Emperor's Son and Yuangu, while still others, like those from the Assassin Dynasty, were solely intent on killing Ye Fan.

With a low roar, Ye Fan scattered golden blood, which transformed into peerless sword energy, piercing through the experts surrounding him. Several individuals were instantly torn to shreds and died mid-air.

"Buzz!" Many grand experts converged, attacking in unison. Ye Fan's body developed dozens of cracks; an ordinary person would have been pulverized into dust. He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood and was sent flying.

"To single-handedly battle the future kings, even if he dies, it will be glorious and awe-inspiring," said a powerful expert from the Blood Lightning Royal Clan, who was as imposing as a mountain, with blood-red hair cascading over his shoulders, his entire body enveloped in dazzling divine light.

This was one of Ye Fan's formidable adversaries; he had attempted to kill him several times without success, instead incurring more wounds from attacks by other opponents.

What the elite King of the Blood Lightning Clan said was true: some of these individuals were destined to become ancestral kings in the future. Yet, despite their combined might, they couldn't kill this opponent, a truly shocking and brilliant achievement.

"Moo..." The battle intensified to a frenzy. A powerful expert from the Herculean Ox-Demon Clan, his body swaying like a black mountain, charged forward. He suddenly unleashed a brutal attack, a "Brute Ox Wave" capable of shattering mountains and devastating landscapes, intending to stun Ye Fan unconscious.

"Om!" Ye Fan let out a sharp cry, unleashing the Six-Syllable Sanskrit Mantra of Buddhism once more. It was as if the universe was just beginning, a primordial sound that resonated with a hum, causing heaven and earth to tremble violently.

In front, the elite from the Herculean Ox-Demon Clan, covered in dense black fur, roared incessantly at that moment. His demonic body, like a black mountain, rapidly cracked open.

"Boom!" He let out a defiant cry, but finally, he could not withstand the mantra. In the clash of daoist sounds, he instantly disintegrated, turning into a spray of blood and shattered bones, dying a violent death. Those beside him also had their forms and spirits annihilated.

In the void, a pair of thick, sturdy horns detached, transforming into two "Dao Axes," wreathed in endless dao patterns, plummeting straight down.

"Pfft!" Ultimately, they still wounded Ye Fan. The two axes formed from the ox horns exploded beside him, making his body shake violently and causing him to vomit three large mouthfuls of blood.

An individual with one foot on the threshold of Immortal Three, such a person's desperate attack is terrifying and fatal, often dragging their enemy down with them to death. No one wished to face such an opponent head-on.

However, Ye Fan had no choice. He was now fighting with berserk intensity; it was impossible to remain unstained by blood or unharmed. Only by fighting with his life on the line could he kill his enemies.

Beside him, the future kings were all in shock. The Herculean Ox-Demon Clan was known for its divine bravery, yet even such a powerful being's dying attack only caused the Human Holy Body to vomit three large mouthfuls of blood. This outcome sent shivers down their spines.

A brutal slaughter left heaven and earth darkened, with an ominous wind howling as if countless vengeful spirits gathered. Ye Fan, covered in wounds, fought ferociously in all directions.

This battle was destined to shock the world. One person fought against a multitude of supremely powerful opponents, and yet Ye Fan endured for such a long time without falling.

A combination of individuals at the Grand Completion of Immortal Platform Level Two, those standing at the threshold of Dao Slaying, and those who had truly entered Immortal Three—their combined might was enough to utterly slay a formidable king.

Yet, the Human Holy Body charged through, never dying, and despite increasingly severe injuries, he still did not fall.

Towards the end, many were unnerved. They had little understanding of the Human Holy Body, but through this battle, they realized he might be no weaker than the direct descendants of ancient emperors!

What kind of beings were the Ancient Saint Emperors? They represented the pinnacle of the Dao, supreme existences who could sweep across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, shaking the past and present, eternally invincible.

Their descendants inherited their unparalleled bloodline after they reached their peak. As they grew, they might even surpass the Primordial Emperors in their youth.

After all, ancient emperors achieved ultimate enlightenment through countless breakthroughs and the crucible of thousands of battles, thus acquiring imperial qualifications and forging supreme bloodlines.

Their descendants, however, were born with this bloodline, endowed with terrifying power and rare, incomparable innate talent.

In the sky, blood mist permeated everywhere, and shattered bones floated in chunks, wreathed in eerie dao patterns. This battle was so fierce it made ghosts wail and gods howl, and the nine heavens lament.

Ye Fan was indeed powerful, but being besieged by so many strong and terrifying individuals, even a reincarnated God of War would be crippled.

"Even a king who had achieved Dao Slaying years ago would have died by now. His physique is simply too strong," many thought, feeling unnerved by the fighting.

Ye Fan remained trapped, covered in blood. Though staggering, he never fell, and from time to time, he unleashed terrifying techniques, striking down supreme figures from various races.

"Whoosh!" Finally, the Divine Son of the Human World revealed his fangs for the second time. The Sword of Order flew out again, an immortal light aimed at the back of Ye Fan's head, tearing through the sky as it rapidly approached him.

Like a venomous snake, he had been lying in wait, delivering a precise, ruthless, and fatal strike at the crucial moment, intending to kill with a single blow.

This was a person who had already achieved Dao Slaying, and his meticulously planned assassination was naturally inscrutable. The immortal light arrived with extreme speed and suddenness, almost splitting Ye Fan in half, leaving a terrible gash on his back that illuminated the entire sky.

"I've been waiting for you to show yourself!" Divine light shot from Ye Fan's crown, like a true dragon leaping forth, astonishing everyone. His primordial spirit merged with the Dao and emerged, embracing a cauldron.

Reaching the pinnacle of sublimation, the Taiji reversed, transforming into Wuji—the beginning of the Dao. It broke through the physical Golden Dao Body, manifesting a Dao point that transcended the mortal world.

The golden figure, embracing the small cauldron, shone with boundless radiance, becoming the sole dazzling entity between heaven and earth, accompanied by the rumbling sounds of the Grand Dao.

Time seemed to stand still; everyone's movements appeared to slow down, almost to a halt. The golden figure, embracing the Myriad Materia Mother Qi Cauldron, shattered the Sword of Order and charged towards the Divine Son of the Human World.

This was the second time Ye Fan had displayed this Dao fruit on this ancient star! Everyone was shocked, feeling their movements significantly slowed within this space.

The Divine Son of the Human World roared. It had to be said, he was supremely powerful; after achieving Immortal Three Dao Slaying, he possessed immeasurable divine power, and his comprehension of heaven and earth's laws had undergone a drastic transformation.

He opened his mouth and spat out a swath of Dao light, the culmination of his many years of cultivation. He exerted all his strength to contend with the Dao-merged golden figure, attempting to block this world-shaking strike.

However, the primordial spirit's merging with the Dao also contained the profound mystery of "one artifact breaking all methods." As the Myriad Materia Mother Qi Cauldron descended, all ancient weapons, divine principles, and other constructs were annihilated.

Suddenly, Ye Fan sensed extreme danger. Something was happening to his physical body; someone was about to attack it.

When this technique appeared, heaven and earth seemed to stand still, and almost no one could break free from its constraints. Yet, someone was forcefully breaking through at this moment, approaching his physical body.

"Immortal Three, Dao Slaying—there's another one like that!" Ye Fan's heart sank.

The golden figure, embracing the cauldron, crashed down. The Divine Son of the Human World's entire body disintegrated; only his primordial spirit, with half of his head, managed to escape.

Ye Fan couldn't pursue. His physical body was about to be attacked, forcing him to abandon everything there and quickly return to his main body.

His primordial spirit, merged with the Dao and embracing the cauldron, moved with extreme speed, while his enemies in this space seemed constrained, their movements significantly slower.

When he returned, he narrowly avoided a blow that would have annihilated his physical body and quickly retreated. It was only at this moment that the movements of those around him returned to normal, and various divine principles and weapons moved with lightning speed.

There was yet another individual who had achieved Immortal Three Dao Slaying, who had surprisingly held back until now, almost destroying his physical shell.

It was said that experts from myriad races were as numerous as clouds, and not all masters necessarily came from royal clans. Just like human rogue cultivators, some minor races might also produce extraordinary, peerless experts.

This was a powerhouse who had successfully achieved Dao Slaying, capable of contending with the current Ancient Emperor's Sons. How far he would go in the future, no one could say.

It's important to remember that some ancient emperors were born into minor clans, then fought step by step to ultimately achieve Dao enlightenment, establishing the divine prestige of royal clans.

This individual, after his failed strike, immediately merged back into the crowd and made no further moves. Ye Fan couldn't bother with them; all that mattered now was breaking through.

Such a group of people, all of the same cultivation level, to kill them all would be a myth. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't single-handedly kill a hundred elite kings of that caliber.

"There's only one chance left!" At this moment, he suddenly manifested his phenomena: the Golden Sea of Bitterness, Green Lotus, Immortal King Descending Upon Nine Heavens, and Splendid Rivers and Mountains all emerged simultaneously, intertwining into one.

It was still incomplete, yet for a brief instant, it emitted boundless light and immeasurable divine power from Dao techniques. A chorus of screams immediately erupted from the surroundings.

The eleven individuals closest to him all seemed to undergo an apotheosis, transforming into a rain of light and perishing then and there, all of them dead.

Ye Fan dashed through, breaking out towards the distance, seeking to leave the battlefield.

"Boom!" During this process, countless laws rained down, covering everything. Already on the verge of disappearing under the relentless assaults of so many experts, the interconnected phenomena now completely collapsed.

"Ah..." Another five individuals were swept in, fading with the phenomena, their bodies mangled and bloody, dying high in the sky as blood rained down.

"Clang!" With a lingering reverberation, ripples spread out. A large cauldron appeared above Ye Fan's head, with myriad mother qi descending from it. Wielding the God-Striking Whip, he continued to charge outward.

At this point, it was impossible to unleash the Purple-Gold Hammer within him; perhaps even half a strike would drain all his divine power, making further combat or escape unthinkable.

At this moment, he couldn't even maintain his Golden Holy Domain. Having fought to this extent, under fierce assault from over a hundred powerhouses, even a Son of God would collapse.

This battle was tantamount to a preview of future wars against some ancestral kings of various races, as some of these individuals were destined to reach that level of existence.

Ye Fan's powerful physical body was on the verge of collapse as he struggled to fight his way through. With a "pfft" and a tremor from the Myriad Materia Mother Qi, the dazzling, blood-haired man from the Blood Lightning Royal Clan was finally slain.

"Buzz!" Ye Fan swung the God-Striking Whip in his hand. All of Lu Dongfa of the Fallen Feather Clan's ink-black wings shattered, and his entire body was torn into pieces.

Finally, he broke through the encirclement, activating the 'Movement' secret art, and charged towards the distance.

Fighting alone against future kings, Ye Fan did not fall. He carved out a bloody path, leaving behind only a terrifying silhouette that made onlookers tremble.

This battle was destined to shake the world and mark an astonishing feat: one person, under siege by so many terrifying enemies, managed to escape unscathed. The world was about to erupt in turmoil.