The battle had reached a fever pitch. Ye Fan fought like a man possessed, struggling with everything he had to break free from the encirclement. He was covered in blood. The killing made every onlooker tremble — yet he himself had also suffered grievous wounds.

Bang! Bang!…

Blow after blow collided continuously. Blood-soaked flesh and shattered bone spattered everywhere, and terrifying thunderous sounds were unceasing.

Among this crowd of people there were those of the highest tier who had been concealing their strength and holding back. They were not weaker than him by much, and now finally began to unleash their full power. Every strike was earth-shattering.

Clang!

Ancient weapons met ancient weapons. Great implements collided. The sound was deafening!

Ye Fan activated the Military Scripture, controlling all manner of secret treasures, reversing their direction to strike back at their masters — a terrifying and frenzied scene, cries of agony erupting without end.

Dao harmonies rang through heaven and earth, threatening to shatter people’s primordial spirits. These were the mournful cries of ancient weapons. Many were sacred objects — yet they were no longer under their wielders’ control, cutting down their own masters. Blood-rain swept through the sky.

This was a brutal battle. Ye Fan had no choice. Only by using the most effective, the most direct, the most economical means of attack could he survive.

No one in this battlefield was weak. Some of those present were destined to become ancestral kings of their clans in the future. Now they attacked Ye Fan together — this was nearly a death trap. Getting through it seemed almost impossible.

“Ahh…!”

Another young powerhouse from an ancient clan cried out. Under the influence of the Military Scripture, his own ancient mirror sliced away half his skull. His primordial spirit was dissolved by the mirror-light that burst forth.

“Kill!”

The battle cries shook the heavens. There were powerful enemies who showed no fear and no retreat.

Yet Ye Fan too was paying an enormous price. The Golden Sacred Domain broke apart multiple times. Even his body — powerful as it was — nearly exploded. He coughed up blood repeatedly. Under the combined assault of so many powerful figures, even a third immortal platform king would have perished.

Especially among them were a few individuals of extraordinary power, with one foot already past the threshold of the third immortal platform — possessing world-shaking battle power. They moved hidden within the crowd, launching terrifying sneak attacks when he was least expecting it. Each attempt was nearly fatal.

This was a blood battle. Several times Ye Fan nearly broke free, only to be driven back each time by the most powerful among them — forcing him to fight with his life on the line, spending himself fighting the battle of his life.

Clang!

A ghostly sword cry rang out. At the moment Ye Fan sank into his most dangerous predicament, a divine law appeared suddenly — like immortal light from beyond the domain — flying straight at the center of Ye Fan’s brow. Not only would it have been fatal to him; even those standing nearby felt their bodies cracking and their primordial spirits verging on collapse.

The divine son of the Mortal World had made his move!

He had never left. He had endured until now, finally capturing that one fatal opening, cutting down without hesitation and without mercy.

Ye Fan was already in a life-or-death crisis, beset by several supreme figures — the topmost of the young ancient clan generation, each with one foot past the threshold of the Dao-crossing — and was suddenly hit by this assassination. There was no way he could split his attention!

This was a sword of order, inscribed with countless runes, forged entirely from law-principles, representing the power of the Mortal World’s divine son — who had already successfully crossed the Dao.

Everything was too urgent. There was not a single moment to think. Ye Fan exhausted a lifetime of cultivation, pushing the Military Scripture’s power to its absolute extreme, to interfere with the sword of order.

“Useless. This is not a physical sword. It is forged from law — touch it and you become ash!” The divine son of the Mortal World said sinisterly.

And yet the Military Scripture was peerless, exceeding all expectation. Even a weapon forged from law-principles could be disrupted. The sword of order paused for a split instant.

Clang!

At the same moment, not far away, a person blazing with light — a person wearing an immortal-grade battle robe, controlled by the Military Scripture — flew through the air and interposed himself before Ye Fan.

Spit!

The sword of order entered the center of his brow without mercy. Like snow beneath a blazing sun, he dissolved together with the divine law. Flesh and bone melted. It was a sight too terrible to witness.

BOOM!

Finally, his entire body exploded, becoming a torrent of blood. His remains scattered in all directions — body and soul both annihilated.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan was struck by the several other supreme figures, spitting blood from his mouth, sent flying sideways — yet ultimately he had survived a mortal catastrophe.

This was a bitter, brutal battle. Blood-rain fell from the sky, and shattered bones were everywhere, as if this were a field of demons — killing so fierce that sun and moon lost their light, the shadow of death hanging over everything.

“Third immortal platform — Dao-crossing!”

Ye Fan’s heart clenched. He had finally encountered such an enemy. Above all, the other party was from the Mortal World — an assassin — who would not fight him directly but instead lurked and struck for kills from the shadows, making his situation all the more dire.

At the center of his brow, a trickle of golden blood ran down. The sword of order had not pierced him — but its aura had bled through. Had it been any other person, their immortal platform would have been pierced through.

There was not a single moment to spare. Every second was spent on the edge of death. The battle had reached its fever pitch and there was no retreating — only forward.

Some were there to seize the Qilin Medicine seed. Some were acting on behalf of the Heavenly Prince and Yuangu. Others simply wanted Ye Fan dead — like the Assassin Divine Dynasty.

Ye Fan let out a low roar. The golden blood that had spilled transformed into peerless sword qi that pierced through the powerful masters in all four directions. Several people’s bodies were torn apart on the spot, dying in the air.

Hum!

The many powerful masters combined their force and charged forward together. Dozens of fissures opened across Ye Fan’s body in rapid succession. Had it been anyone else, they would have crumbled to dust long ago. He coughed up great mouthfuls of blood and flew sideways.

“One man fighting alone against future kings — even dying like this would be glorious. It commands reverence,” said the powerhouse from the Blood Lightning Royal Clan — magnificent as a mountain, blood-red hair over his shoulders, his entire body enveloped in blazing divine light.

This was one of the fiercest enemies Ye Fan had faced. Several times he had attempted to kill him and failed, while the others seized the opening to deal him additional wounds.

What this elite king of the Blood Lightning Clan said was true. Some among this group were destined to become ancestral kings in the future, and yet even combining their power they could not kill this one opponent. This was truly a stunning, hair-raising achievement.

“MOOO…!”

With the battle surging toward its peak, the Great Bull Demon Clan powerhouse shook his mountain-like black body and drew close, delivering a sudden vicious blow — unleashing the Wild Bull Wave, capable of leveling magnificent mountain ranges — intending to stun Ye Fan.

“Om!”

Ye Fan cried out, severing the sound. The Buddhist Six-Character True Mantra rang out again, like the first stirring of the cosmos — the primordial sound swept forward, and with a resonating hum, heaven and earth trembled.

Ahead, the elite of the Great Bull Demon Clan — dense black fur covering his entire body — let out a furious roar at this moment. His demon body, as imposing as a black mountain, began to crack apart rapidly.

BOOM!

He let out one final defiant cry, but could not withstand the true mantra. In the confrontation of Dao harmonies, he collapsed all at once, becoming a mass of flesh and bone, dying an untimely death. Those beside him also had their bodies and souls annihilated.

In the void, a pair of massive, solid horns broke loose and fell, transforming into two “Dao Axes,” swirling with endless Dao markings, dropping straight down.

Spit!

In the end, it still wounded Ye Fan. The two axes formed from the bull horns exploded at Ye Fan’s side, sending his body violently shaking and forcing him to spit out three great mouthfuls of fresh blood.

A person with one foot at the threshold of the third immortal platform — their death blow was terrifying and fatal. They would often drag an enemy down with them. No one was willing to confront that edge.

Yet Ye Fan had no choice. By now the fighting had gone berserk. Emerging without a drop of blood, without a single wound — that was impossible. Only by fighting with his life could he slay his enemies.

Those beside him — the future kings — were all stunned. The Great Bull Demon Clan was legendarily courageous, renowned for their incomparable might. Yet that death blow of their dying fighter had only made the Human Holy Body spit three mouthfuls of blood. This result made people’s hearts go cold.

A brutal slaughter that darkened the heavens and earth. The wind howled, as if infinite vengeful souls had gathered here. Ye Fan was covered in wounds. He fought across all eight directions — yet had never fallen.

This battle was destined to shake the world. One man fighting alone against all heroes — each individual incomparably powerful — and yet Ye Fan had endured this long without dying.

Those standing at the peak of the second immortal platform, those on the threshold of the Dao-crossing, those who had truly stepped into the third immortal platform — their combination was enough to absolutely destroy a terrifying king.

Yet the Human Holy Body charged and fought through it all and had still not fallen. Though his wounds grew ever more severe, he had never gone down.

By the end of the fighting, many people were beginning to feel something cold in their bones. They had not truly understood the Human Holy Body before, but through this battle they could see — perhaps he was not weaker than the Ancient Emperor’s own children!

And what manner of people were the ancient sacred emperors? They represented the very pinnacle of the Dao — existences beyond all else. A single person could sweep across nine heavens and ten earths, shaking the ancient and illuminating the present, eternally undefeated.

Their descendants inherited the bloodline those emperors had forged at the absolute peak — and as they grew up, they might even surpass the ancient emperors in their youth.

After all, the ancient emperors had achieved their sovereignty only through one breakthrough after another, through the baptism of thousands upon tens of thousands of great battles, until they ultimately proved the Dao and acquired imperial aptitude — their supreme bloodline thus attained.

Their descendants, however, were born already possessing that bloodline. The terrifying power was bestowed from birth. Their aptitude was of a kind rarely seen across the ages — without comparison.

Above the heavens, blood mist swirled everywhere. Chunks of broken bone drifted through the air, wreathed in strange Dao markings. This battle had set ghosts wailing and gods howling; all nine heavens rang with lamentation.

Ye Fan was indeed powerful — but being encircled and hunted by so many powerful and terrifying enemies, even the reincarnation of a war god would be crippled.

“Even a king who had crossed the Dao years ago would long since be dead. His physical body is too powerful,” many people were struck with cold terror as they fought.

Ye Fan was caught in a hopeless situation, covered in blood. Though staggering, he had still not fallen — and from time to time he displayed terrifying techniques that struck down the supreme figures of every clan.

Whoosh!

At last, the Mortal World’s divine son bared his fangs a second time. The sword of order flew out again. Immortal light pointed at the back of Ye Fan’s head, slicing through the sky to reach him.

Like a venomous serpent, he had always lurked in wait. At the critical moment he struck a fatal blow — steady, precise, ruthless — aiming always for the absolute kill.

This was already a Dao-crossing figure. His assassination, deliberate and calculated, was unfathomable — the speed was extraordinary and sudden. The immortal light nearly cleaved Ye Fan in two. A terrifying great fissure opened down his back, so brilliant it lit the entire sky.

“I’ve been waiting for you to appear!”

Radiant divine light exploded from the crown of Ye Fan’s head like a true dragon leaping upward, shocking all ten directions. His primordial spirit merged with the Dao, holding the cauldron as it emerged.

Ultimate sublimation — the Taiji reversed into the Wuji — the beginning of the Dao itself — breaking through the golden body of the flesh and manifesting a Dao-point transcending the world.

The small golden figure held the small cauldron, blazing with ten thousand feet of radiance, becoming the sole being in all of heaven and earth — dazzlingly brilliant, accompanied by the rumbling resonance of the great Dao.

Time seemed to stop. Every person’s movements seemed to slow, nearly to a standstill. The golden figure cradled the Myriad Matter Mother Qi Cauldron, shattered the sword of order, and charged toward the divine son of the Mortal World.

This was the second time Ye Fan had displayed this Dao fruit on this ancient star. Everyone was thunderstruck — within this space, their own movements had become sluggish.

The divine son of the Mortal World let out a great shout. He was undeniably at the very apex of strength. Having crossed the Dao of the third immortal platform, he possessed boundless divine energy, and his comprehension of heaven and earth’s laws had undergone a sky-overturning transformation.

He opened his mouth and spat out a vast expanse of Dao light — the culmination of years of cultivation — fighting head-on against the Dao-merged golden figure, straining to block this world-shaking strike.

And yet — primordial spirit merged with the Dao carries the wonder of a single vessel breaking ten thousand laws. The Myriad Matter Mother Qi Cauldron pressed down. Every ancient weapon, every divine law was destroyed.

Suddenly, Ye Fan sensed extreme danger. Something had gone wrong with his physical body. Someone was coming to attack it.

When this technique manifested, heaven and earth seemed to freeze — almost no one could break through the constraint. Yet someone was now forcing through it, drawing close to his physical form.

“Third immortal platform, Dao-crossing — there’s still another one like this!” Ye Fan’s heart sank.

The golden figure clutching the cauldron came crashing down. The divine son of the Mortal World’s entire body shattered, and only his primordial spirit carrying half a skull escaped.

Ye Fan could not give chase. His physical body was about to be overcome by the enemy and he had no choice but to abandon everything there and rapidly return to his physical form.

Primordial spirit merged with the Dao, carrying the cauldron — the speed was extraordinary. And within this space, the enemies were bound as if in shackles, their movements significantly slowed.

When he returned, he narrowly — barely — avoided the blow that would have destroyed his physical body, and quickly retreated. At precisely that moment, the movements of those around him returned to normal speed — every divine law and weapon became fast as lightning.

There was another Dao-crossing figure at the third immortal platform, who had never made a move until now — and nearly destroyed his physical shell.

People often said that among the ten thousand clans, powerful figures were as numerous as clouds. Not all great masters necessarily came from royal clans. Just as among humanity there were unaffiliated cultivators, even some small clans might produce unimaginable, matchless figures of extraordinary talent.

This was a powerhouse who had successfully crossed the Dao — able to contend with the current Ancient Emperor’s children. How far along the road ahead that person could walk, no one could say.

Having failed in a single strike, this person immediately melted back into the crowd and never made another move. Ye Fan had no time to concern himself with that — breaking through the encirclement was all that mattered now.

Among such a crowd, each one at his equal level — to kill all of them would be the stuff of mythology. No matter how powerful he was, he could not slay a hundred elite kings of this level single-handedly.

“There is only one opportunity!”

In that moment, he suddenly manifested extraordinary phenomena — the golden bitter sea, the azure lotus, the immortal king surveying the nine heavens, the brocade river and mountains — all appeared together, one linked to the next.

Still incomplete — yet for a brief instant they blazed with boundless light, boundless Dao power. From all around, a chorus of screams rang out immediately.

The eleven people nearest to him all seemed to undergo a transcendence — dissolving into a shower of light, perishing on the spot. All of them died.

Ye Fan surged through and charged for the distance, seeking to escape the battlefield.

BOOM!

In the process, boundless law-principles rained down from all sides. After sustaining so many heavy blows from so many powerful masters, the phenomena had already been on the verge of collapse — and now they shattered in an instant.

“Ahh…!”

Five more people were swept up within them. Together with the phenomena, they faded and darkened. Blood and flesh mingled; they died high in the sky as blood-rain swept down.

Dong!

One profound reverberation, and ripples spread in all directions. Above Ye Fan’s head appeared a great cauldron from which ten thousand threads of mother qi descended. He gripped the Divine Scourge Whip and charged outward, continuing to fight his way through.

At this moment, he could not possibly bring out the purple-gold hammer from within his body. Perhaps even half a strike would drain all his divine energy — and then any hope of fighting or escaping would be gone.

In this moment, he could not even expand the Golden Sacred Domain. He had been pushed to this point — battered by hundreds of powerful fighters. Even the son of a god would have broken.

This battle was like a rehearsal for war against the future ancestral kings of every clan. Some among them were destined to become beings of that level in times to come.

Even Ye Fan’s formidable physical body was close to collapse. He fought his way through with great difficulty. With a sound — spit — and one surge of mother qi, the blazing, divine-light-dazzling, blood-haired man from the Blood Lightning Royal Clan was finally killed.

Hum!

Ye Fan swung the Divine Scourge Whip in his hand. Every one of Lu Dongfa of the Fallen Feather Clan’s jet-black wings shattered, and his entire body was torn into pieces.

At last — he had killed his way out of the encirclement. Activating the Movement Scripture, he charged into the distance.

Alone against the future kings — Ye Fan had not fallen. He had carved a bloody path through and walked forward — leaving behind a silhouette that made all who witnessed it tremble.

This battle was destined to shake the world. He had accomplished an unprecedented feat — one person, besieged by so many terrifying enemies, had come out with his life, and the world would boil.