Ye Fan advanced with sword in hand, striding forward with great steps. He flicked a finger across the blade — zheng, zheng — producing a clear ringing sound. The sword’s qi shifted through a thousand transformations, biting cold and bone-piercing. Sword light shot up toward the sky and illuminated the entire garden.

At the garden’s entrance stood more than a dozen ancient living beings. Each had elk antlers growing from their head, their bodies covered in silver-white scales — strange and ferocious in appearance — blocking his path forward.

Not a single one of them was weak. Every one had crawled out from a mountain of corpses in the primordial age. Otherwise, how could they have served as guards at the side of the young lord of the Divine Spirit Valley?

Without a single unnecessary word, an ancient living being opened its divine eyes and shot forth its own Dao-source — a killing blow launched the moment it approached. Another opened its mouth and spat out a divine bead, which immediately exploded — a self-detonated secret treasure — its expression cold and merciless.

This was a group of ancient creatures that had grown up amidst piles of bones. Every one of them carried an unstoppable momentum, charging forward with the resolve to perish alongside their enemy.

Pff!

Ye Fan swept out with a single sword stroke, cleaving through time and space, splitting the Dao-source of the divine eye apart. He flicked the blade forward — the eye socket exploded, fresh blood spraying far — and that life ended on the spot.

Then, following through with the momentum, he thrust forward. The exploded divine bead was reduced to flying ash; every scrap of divine power extinguished. The sword advanced and drove itself into the brow of another creature — blood gushed — and the corpse toppled and fell.

The more than a dozen ancient creatures were as cold as an ice cellar. Not the slightest fear showed in them as they rushed forward to kill, reckless of death — some extending enormous claws, others spitting Dao weapons from their mouths — all of them converging to fight the great enemy.

Ye Fan flicked the sword again. Cold radiance surged forth like a hanging celestial river flooding this place. He advanced — ten kills for every step — striking without mercy.

Pff!

One primordial creature was cleaved diagonally from the shoulder downward; half its body flew upward, carrying with it a great spray of blood.

Crack!

One primordial creature was run through by a single sword stroke. Its chest caved inward first, and then the bones throughout its entire body exploded — white bone fragments and flesh flew in every direction.

Boom!

The iron sword swept sideways, its radiance blazing — seven or eight primordial creatures were all severed at the waist at once. Fresh blood sprayed outward, dyeing the grass and trees red; a mist of blood billowed into the air.

Smack!

With a backhanded flick, Ye Fan sent the crown of a primordial creature behind him cracking as it was sent flying — a streak of white brain matter tinged with blood shot upward, and the corpse fell straight and stiff.

“Ahhh…”

One ancient living being that could rival a grandmaster — not young by any measure — launched its strongest attack from the start, yet still it could not withstand Ye Fan’s peerless, razor-sharp brilliance.

Dead with a single sword stroke!

The iron sword clove through its ancient weapon, destroyed its Dao foundation, and split open its skull — all carrying with them a long trail of blood flowers that scattered throughout the garden, rolling to a stop just before the feet of those assembled ahead.

Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan all changed color. The several luminous beauties of the Southern Ridge likewise froze, smiles stiffening on their faces. This young man was like a demon god incarnate — arriving alone with a single sword, and not a single person could stop him for even half a step.

Among the fallen were no small number of powerful ancient living beings at the second tier of the Immortal Platform — creatures tempered through countless battles of blood — and yet they had gone down like chickens of clay, lives cut short, drenched in gore.

There was no need for introductions now. Anyone could tell that the human Sacred Physique had come to kill. The foremost young brilliants and beauties of the Southern Ridge present — whether their backgrounds were in the demon race or the human race — all felt their expressions momentarily freeze.

Even those in attendance who were proud and lofty by nature felt a reverent awe of this killing god. Every story circulating recently had been about him.

They had just been discussing him at great length — some even dismissing and criticizing Ye Fan — but now that they truly stood before him, not a single person dared to show disrespect. Every body went rigid.

When Ye Fan’s rage had sent tens of thousands of iron cavalry leveling an ancient family — who did not know of that earth-shaking deed? Everyone present had their own families, and all were situated in the Southern Ridge. Who among them did not feel their conscience quail?

Wu Fei, one of the Southern Ridge’s Four Celestial Women, remained relatively composed. Light flowed within her eyes; she stayed calm and steady, undisturbed and unruffled.

Xie Siyuan and Chen Yuan were not so collected. They had been criticizing the human Sacred Physique just a moment ago, and now their entire bodies were ill at ease, their hearts hollow with unease.

Several of the Southern Ridge’s luminous beauties steadied their emotions and stepped forward with graceful smiles, doing their best to maintain an air of elegance and allure.

Only Zi Tiandu remained utterly unmoved, without the slightest gesture. He sat cross-legged behind a white jade table on the fragrant grass, his entire body suffused with a crystalline violet radiance. His gaze was cold — sharp as a blade’s edge.

Pff!

When the last several powerful primordial living beings charged forward, Ye Fan pressed the iron sword horizontally outward, bearing down like a collapsing Mount Tai. The strongest of those ahead all cried out. The sword’s radiance was blazing — it cut across the heavens and earth and severed all of them through the middle.

Ye Fan walked on, leaning on the sword, flicking a finger against the blade — zheng, zheng — the sound of killing and battle rang in the ears. His robe untouched by blood, he strode into the garden with great steps. Not a single person dared to bar his way.

The scene fell into absolute silence. Everyone in the world today spoke of the human Sacred Physique — yet only upon truly facing him did one feel that pressure.

The foremost brilliants of the Southern Ridge had all gone quiet. Gone was the sweeping confidence with which they had just been pronouncing judgment on the affairs of the world. The young man ahead, holding a blood-soaked iron sword, made them feel an immense weight pressing down upon them.

The common iron sword was heavy and thick. Ye Fan’s build was long and sturdy, clad in a flowing blue robe. His expression was tranquil — yet he radiated an aura that seized the soul. His features were refined and handsome, and yet he also carried the domineering bearing of a sovereign who commands all under heaven, making others feel as though they could not breathe.

He stood in the garden, and the atmosphere — which had just been so warm and lively — dropped to the very freezing point in an instant. Every single person felt the pressure.

Whoosh!

Ye Fan shook his hand, sending the iron sword flying through the air. It drove itself into a great rock, quivering — fresh blood dripping down — a sight that gripped the eye.

“Zi Tiandu — did you not come here for me? What a great deal of trouble you have gone to on my behalf. Otherwise I would have had to travel all the way to the Eastern Wastelands to kill you.”

The words were calm and self-assured. The temperature in the garden plummeted sharply. Ye Fan spoke naturally, yet they were permeated with a powerful conviction.

“You think you can suppress and kill me…” Zi Tiandu rose to his feet. The bloodline inherited from the primordial royal tribe made him tall and powerfully built, magnificent and martial at the same time — like a sovereign of a violet heaven incarnate.

“If I cannot even kill you, how will I ever have a day of standing unmatched in this age?” Ye Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, facing a young lord of a primordial royal tribe — without a trace of the look of one confronting a great enemy.

Behind him, whether it was Wu Fei, the Southern Ridge Celestial Woman, or the other several luminous beauties — all of their expressions shifted, divine radiance flowing through their eyes.

Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan all felt their spirits jolt; the sense of suffocating pressure intensified even further. It was as though they could already see a vision — hundreds or thousands of years hence, the human Sacred Physique at Great Completion, supreme over all under heaven, pressing down upon their entire generation, pressing down upon every soul in the five domains, until all the world beneath the heavens fell silent.

“Hmph!”

A cold snort rang out. Two aged ancient living beings appeared abruptly — their entire bodies densely covered in violet scales, inspiring a dread that chilled one to the marrow.

“Boasting without shame! Even the bloodline of the ancient emperors might not dare to say such a thing. What does a human Sacred Physique amount to?!”

“Our tribe has slumbered too long and been forgotten by the world. No matter how strong you are, you are nothing more than one kind of constitution among the human race — a worthless clay hound!”

Both aged ancient living beings charged forward together. They intended to immediately establish their authority and crush every last shred of Ye Fan’s confidence and conviction.

Their bodies swelled enormous — ferocious and terrifying as two prehistoric horned dragons — their scales layered and forest-dark, their bodies piercing through the void itself.

“Get out.”

Ye Fan kept one hand clasped behind his back, and with only his right fist he struck outward. In an instant, golden battle-blood qi surged to the heavens, flooding the garden — the heavens and earth were shattered!

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist — mighty beyond measure, unstoppable in its advance. From this single punch alone, all was annihilated: weapons, conviction, battle-energy — everything was reduced to powder.

The two ancient living beings were powerful; under normal circumstances, Ye Fan would have needed to spend a good deal of effort against them. But at this moment, with his entire spirit, energy, and mind concentrated into the single strongest strike, the effect was entirely different.

Pff!

The two aged living beings were struck into more than a dozen pieces. Bones and body fragments flew in every direction, dissolving into a blood mist that scattered throughout the heavens and earth.

Never mind the others — even Zi Tiandu’s pupils contracted, and all the hair on his head whipped upward, his entire body surging with violet radiance.

Everyone present drew a sharp breath. How deep the power of those two ancient living beings had been — yet before the Sacred Physique, they amounted to nothing. They could not even withstand a single fist, and were shattered into the void.

At this moment, golden battle-energy billowed forth; the power of the Sacred Physique surged like a great flood — submerging the entire garden. Ye Fan fixed his gaze ahead and came forward step by step.

At this moment, Li Tian also appeared — standing at the garden’s exit, blocking the path of all, wearing an expression of roguish amusement on his face.

And Yan Yixi embodied an entirely different quality — white-robed and elegant, transcendent and otherworldly — blocking the rear garden, cutting off the way out.

“Human Sacred Physique — I was just looking for you, and you have delivered yourself to my door. There is nothing more to say. Kill!”

Zi Tiandu finally made his move.

Above his head, a violet ancient pagoda slowly rose and fell, thunder rolling across the heavens. Tens of thousands of thick streams of violet energy cascaded downward, sheltering him beneath them.

Boom!

He was supremely confident, his expression cold and merciless. He charged head-on — directly throwing out a single punch, unstoppable in its advance.

The sound of the fist was like a tidal wave — vast and deafening — crashing outward one layer after another, like waves rolling through nine heavens, thunder unceasing, leaving the ears ringing.

This was a colossal fist-force, inscribed with the traces of the Dao — densely interwoven — sending forth undulations like lightning and crashing thunder. The violet energy surged like a great river in full flood, shaking the entire small realm.

In the other gardens, the many powerful figures all felt a shock, and every one of them turned to look in this direction, their souls trembling.

Ye Fan’s bearing became solemn and dignified, his heart resonating with the sound of the Dao. His body formed a seal. In that instant, he took on the bearing of the sovereign lord of the human race — supreme over all the world, looking down upon the ten thousand races — the Great Dao stretching boundless and vast, with only him standing paramount.

The Human King Seal!

That he deployed this particular seal in this moment carried an extremely special meaning. Confronting a descendant of the primordial royal tribe, he chose to oppose them with an ancient treasured seal lost to the world for many years — a declaration of his resolve made manifest.

Ye Fan’s right hand transformed into a great world-seal of heaven and earth, inscribed with the undying sacred brilliance of the human race. It came striking downward, shaking the nine heavens and ten earths.

Never before had he understood this treasured seal with such clarity. His spirit was elevated; an iron will flowed entirely into the Human King Seal.

In this moment, heaven and earth reached their great interchange. The boundless Great Dao thundered and moved with rolling momentum. A vast and undying radiance flowed out from the surface of Ye Fan’s body, rendering him sacred and inviolable — solemn and immense.

All the foremost young brilliants of the Southern Ridge present felt their hearts hammering violently. They all found themselves overcome with an uncontrollable impulse to bow their heads — to kneel in obeisance.

Wu Fei, one of the Four Celestial Women, and the other luminous beauties of the Southern Ridge all had strange expressions — exerting their full power to resist this overwhelming pressure.

Boom!

The moment the Human King Seal appeared, the entire heaven and earth was suffused with an inexplicable Dao-light that radiated in all four directions. Every person of the human race — wherever they were — felt an unrest within their heart, as though their very bloodline was on the verge of boiling.

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

Violet energy rolled, piercing through the nine heavens. Zi Tiandu bellowed, every strand of his hair standing upright. Behind him, an ancient king manifested, rising into being.

Behind Ye Fan as well, a sovereign lord of the human race took form — as though both were about to crush the myriad heavens of the ages beneath their feet — horrifying beyond all measure.

“Rumble, rumble, rumble!”

A tremendous collision. The Human King Seal came pressing down. The sovereign lord of the human race that had materialized behind Ye — the image that was identical to himself — gained the upper hand, trampling that ancient king beneath its feet.

“Ahh…” Zi Tiandu bellowed, and an even more savage and ferocious punch came thundering down.

Ye Fan also bellowed. His black hair fell like a waterfall, spreading loose in all directions — he opened wide his stance and pressed forward with crushing force.