Chapter 959: Doom the Celestial Demon

Chapter 959: Killing the Celestial Demon

Vast, snow-capped mountains towered majestically. Beneath the highest peak, the Primal Dragon Cave glowed with an auspicious light, while several ancient pine trees stood rooted nearby. The entire area exuded an air of mystery and tranquility.

Ye Fan advanced step by step, nearing the sacred land of the Heavenly Scale Tribe. Behind him, the ground was strewn with corpses and bones, blood flowing freely and staining the earth crimson.

Boyi was dead. A powerful demon from the Dragon Transformation Realm and a top master of his era, he had his head instantly severed in half—a feat almost mythical in its swiftness.

The vivid red blood was a shocking sight. Demon corpses lay scattered, almost all felled with a single blow. The surviving demon soldiers and generals trembled in fear, none daring to advance.

Ye Fan reached the entrance of the Primal Dragon Cave and was about to step inside when a clear cry resonated through the snow-capped mountains. From a distance, several figures shouted, then transformed into streaks of lightning as they charged forward.

"Who dares to cause trouble in our Changbai ancestral land?"

Two men charged from the snowy mountains, radiating a wild aura, their eyes gleaming with every blink. Their attire was peculiar: ancient long gowns and mandarin jackets, with long braids on their heads.

Ye Fan was momentarily stunned. "Isn't this Qing Dynasty attire?" he mused, surprised to encounter such primitive clothing in the current era. However, these two individuals were undeniably powerful—their skill was rare in this day and age, marking them as uncommon masters.

"Who are you?"

"We are the Guardians of the Changbai Mountain Ancestral Land!" The two men declared this place to be the very origin of their tribe's power, the site that allowed them to pass through the gates and rule the world. No one, they asserted with highly agitated expressions, should dare to desecrate it.

Ye Fan paused, realizing these two were indeed ancient, practically predecessors, still adhering to primitive living habits.

The two wild men glanced at the corpses on the ground. As if provoked, they loudly declared that this was the birthplace of their tribe.

"I intend to kill the Heavenly Scale Tribe; I will not destroy this place. Please retreat quickly," Ye Fan stated.

"Our divine tribe is linked to yours by blood! If you come to our ancestral land to kill, then you are our sworn enemy!" The two men charged forward.

Ye Fan sighed, saying no more. He flicked two fingers in quick succession. With two soft *thuds*, blood splattered as the foreheads of both men shattered. They fell backward into the snow, their lives extinguished.

The surrounding demon soldiers and generals dared not breathe. They knew the immense power of these two, who had cultivated in Changbai Mountain for two or three hundred years and were unmatched by many great demons, yet they too had fallen.

At this moment, an old demon materialized from within the Primal Dragon Cave. Gaunt and bony, he leaned on a Celestial Snake staff. He sighed deeply and said, "Friend, please show mercy."

This was an ancient Celestial Snake, terrifyingly old. Though its cultivation wasn't particularly high, its seniority was highly respected, and the entire Heavenly Scale Tribe revered it.

Seeing him appear, everyone stepped forward, calling him "Old Ancestor" and surrounding him, fearing any mishap.

"He transformed into human form over five hundred years ago, but has lost most of his cultivation due to an accident," Ye Fan murmured to himself.

"We were wrong. Please, friend, show mercy and spare the Heavenly Scale Tribe," the old Celestial Snake pleaded earnestly, bowing deeply.

"I don't wish to cause more slaughter, and seeing you like this, I genuinely feel reluctant. However, I am even less willing to be targeted by a group of enemies. What am I to do?" Ye Fan said with a cold expression.

"They will not harbor hostility. I guarantee it; no one will dare to harbor malicious intent," the old Celestial Snake assured him.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but that I don't trust them. My divine sense can clearly perceive that some individuals harbor extreme murderous intent towards me," Ye Fan stated calmly.

He struck again. *Thudding* sounds rang out incessantly. The foreheads of all who harbored intense murderous intent split open, blood and brains splattering, leaving corpse after corpse falling backward onto the ground.

"Go find the Celestial Demon! Bring the Ancestral Dragon to protect the cave!" Someone shouted frantically, their eyes bloodshot from the deaths of important clan members. The entrance of the Primal Dragon Cave was crimson, littered with corpses.

"No!" The old Celestial Snake cried out immediately upon hearing this, his expression one of shock.

"Old Ancestor, even if the Celestial Demon possesses the Ancestral Dragon's body, can't it deal with him? So many clan members have died; we must avenge them!" A great demon roared furiously.

Ye Fan stopped at the cave entrance and did not strike again. Over a dozen great demons had already perished; only smaller demons remained, trembling. All who harbored hostile intentions had been wiped out.

"Aoooooh..."

Suddenly, a mighty roar echoed from afar, like a dragon's cry shaking the heavens. A flood dragon charged, leaping over numerous snow peaks. It was as enormous as a mountain range, swinging its massive tail towards Ye Fan.

Guo Zhen's eyes nearly popped out. He quickly retreated, clutching Xiao Song. It was indeed a colossal silver flood dragon, remarkably similar to a true dragon, with eyes like lanterns.

The divine dragon swung its tail, splitting a snow mountain. Rocks flew through the air, and avalanches surged like tsunamis, with vast amounts of white snow covering everything. The place seemed on the verge of collapse.

Such a colossal flood dragon should not exist in this era. Yet, it appeared vividly before them, possessing an immense power that made every demon tremble, causing them to instinctively want to kneel and prostrate themselves.

Ye Fan gasped. "What era is this? How can such a flood dragon still exist? This dragon's body must have already reached the Dao-severing stage!"

"Wait, something's not right."

He noticed an anomaly: although the flood dragon was powerful, its physical body was cold. While strong magical power surged within it, it was notably uncoordinated.

"So it's just a corpse, being controlled," Ye Fan murmured, shaking his head.

This was an ancestral flood dragon of the Heavenly Scale Tribe. Its cultivation had been heaven-defying in its time. Unfortunately, during the practice of a certain secret technique, an accident occurred, causing its primordial spirit to wither and die, leaving only its physical body behind.

Despite this, it became the Heavenly Scale Tribe's most treasured artifact. When a master's primordial spirit entered its body, it could unleash terrifying combat power, capable of tearing apart mighty divine ability users.

At this moment, the pride of their tribe—the Celestial Demon Body—emerged, controlling the flood dragon to battle Ye Fan. It coldly shouted, "You come to our tribe and slaughter; you will pay the price! Face your death!"

"Your primordial spirit isn't strong enough, and your cultivation is insufficient. What good is an empty Dao-severing body? Perhaps it can deal with others, but to me, it's utterly useless," Ye Fan said indifferently.

"Roar..." The enormous flood dragon descended overwhelmingly, diving towards Ye Fan. It possessed the power to move mountains and fill seas, absolutely unmatched in this era!

All members of the Heavenly Scale Tribe watched anxiously, clenching their fists. They believed that even a mighty divine ability user couldn't block such a world-shaking blow, as no one in this era could compare to the physical body of a Dao-severing king.

Apart from the dragon's roar, no other sound could be heard in heaven and earth. The colossal flood dragon became the sole entity in existence.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, the Dao-severing flood dragon did not crush Ye Fan. Instead, its head was shattered by his punch, blood streaming as it was sent hurtling back into the sky.

"What's a Dao-severing flood dragon? It's merely a corpse. I've even killed living Dao-severing kings."

Ye Fan murmured softly to himself, standing proudly. He gazed at the silver flood dragon in the sky with a calm expression, utterly devoid of fear.

Everyone was stunned. Many who heard his words felt a chilling dread. Who was this person, to have killed living Dao-severing cultivators?!

"Lin'er, quick, escape!" the old Celestial Snake roared from the entrance of the Primal Dragon Cave.

"Old Ancestor, no need to worry! Watch how I take his life. If he dares to act wildly in our Primal Cave, he will certainly spill his blood!" the silver flood dragon roared, not having heard Ye Fan's murmurs.

It opened its mouth and spat out a bolt of purple lightning. This was a purple-gold precious mirror, a weapon forged by a Dao-severing king in ancient times. Its shimmering purple light could dissolve all things; even a sect master-level figure would be heavily wounded if struck by it.

However, Ye Fan did not evade at all. He ascended against the void, meeting the attack head-on. His golden fist, surging with boundless power, directly pierced through heaven and earth!

"Crack!"

A terrifying thing happened: the purple precious mirror shattered into dozens of pieces, scattering like a meteor shower. It had been pulverized by a single punch!

"Heavens, how is this possible? He destroyed a Dao-severing king's weapon with his bare fist!"

Many from the Heavenly Scale Tribe were so terrified they broke out in a cold sweat. Many trembled uncontrollably. Such power, they thought, could only be seen in ancient legends, not in this era!

"A Dao-severing flood dragon king..." Ye Fan's soft voice drifted from the sky. Then, he shook his hands, emitting boundless golden light as he struck forward.

"CRACK!" "CRACK!"...

Terrifying sounds erupted as the colossal silver flood dragon was gripped by a pair of golden hands, as vast as mountains. With a powerful tug, it was ripped into more than a dozen pieces. Blood and dragon bones rained down onto the ground.

Below, a section of the snow mountains collapsed as the flood dragon's corpse and bones fell, causing the earth to tremble.

A white celestial snake shot out from the dragon's corpse, faster than lightning, attempting to flee. It was the Celestial Demon Body of that tribe.

"Whoosh!"

With a single pointed finger from Ye Fan, the figure instantly plummeted to the ground, transforming into a young man. His face was ashen, his expression fierce, and his teeth clenched tightly.

"It's not like I haven't seen Celestial Demon Bodies before. My friend... should be close to severing the Dao, right?" Ye Fan murmured to himself, momentarily lost in thought as he remembered the Big Dipper Starfield.

"Who exactly are you?" the Celestial Demon Body demanded, his eyes blood-red and savage, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"I've already said it several times: Ye Fan, Lord of the Heavenly Court."

Ye Fan's words were soft. Though it wasn't the first time the people present had heard them, they still sent a ripple through everyone's hearts.

"I actually don't want to kill. But your murderous intent towards me is so strong, I have no choice but to slay this genius."

"No...!" a group of people cried out from behind.

Ye Fan paid no attention. With a gentle tap, the Celestial Demon Body cried out as its glabella was pierced. It fell backward into the snow, utterly lifeless.

Ye Fan showed neither joy nor sorrow. He returned to the front of the Primal Dragon Cave, and the clan members, their hearts filled with extreme fear, continuously retreated.

"We were wrong; we shouldn't have harbored greed and tried to kill you. But you have already killed thirty-nine of our clan members, almost all of them great demons. Even if our clan isn't annihilated, we will be severely weakened for five hundred years, unable to leave the mountains, forced to seal ourselves within Changbai Mountain. Can you spare us?" the old Celestial Snake pleaded.

Ye Fan sighed inwardly. He truly couldn't bring himself to strike further. If the opponents had been utterly malicious and charged at him, he would have shown no mercy whatsoever.

"The one who wanted to inhabit the Celestial Snake Ancestor, come here. Even using that shed snake skin will be useless." He turned to look at another ancient cave.

Bo Ren, the Heavenly Scale Tribe's patriarch, walked out, his face ashen. Though he was in the Dragon Transformation Realm and hailed as a peerless master of his time, he was utterly outmatched at this moment.

"To suppress our entire tribe with your power alone, we admit defeat. Do as you wish," Bo Ren said, supporting the old Celestial Snake. The Heavenly Scale Tribe had two great masters in the Dragon Transformation Realm. With Boyi dead, only Bo Ren remained, powerless alone; any struggle would be futile.

"I also don't wish to kill too many. You shall seal your mountain for five hundred years, and during this period, you are not allowed to leave," Ye Fan stated calmly.

"Thank you, friend, for sparing our lives," the old Celestial Snake said with a trembling voice. Others also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Many followed the old snake, silently bowing.