Ye Fan pressed forward, trying to escape from the Heavenly Pure Land. This was the territory of a band of raiders with enormous combat power. If this dragged on, he would inevitably suffer badly.

But at this moment, seven ancient saint-level instruments of war had surrounded him. The situation was incomparably dire. Encircled by so many powerhouses, breaking free would not be easy.

Clang!

Crimson light blazed like blood. The Half-Saint directly ahead drove a super instrument of war and held a blood-red sword several zhang in length, bringing it down in a straight vertical strike. The Great Dao symbols alone numbered in the tens of thousands—dense and packed together, filling the sky and covering Ye Fan from above.

Ye Fan raised the blue demon-blade to block. Like a pool of autumn water—crystalline and transparent—it sent out light stretching tens of thousands of zhang ahead, like a sapphire ocean surging forward, interweaving with the tens of thousands of Order divine chains above with a thunderous roar.

This was an all-out battle. Neither side showed any reserve or mercy. They fought with blood and life on the line—kill or be killed—fierce and magnificent.

The others could offer little assistance. This was an ancient saint-level engagement. The saint-level might was overwhelming. The sky above had been torn apart, as if a new world were being forged—primordial chaos fragments shooting in every direction, terrifying and awe-inspiring beyond measure!

“Ye Fan, if you turn back now, there is still a sliver of life left for you. Otherwise, you will be eliminated today!” An imposing middle-aged man drove a golden suit of armor, his assault the most ferocious of all, confronting Ye Fan head-on.

The only response he received was a stroke of the blue demon-blade. Ye Fan’s eyes were utterly frigid. After fighting to this point, what was there left to say? Only life or death could settle this.

Above the golden armor’s head appeared a great golden bell several zhang tall—gleaming yellow-gold, magnificent and grand, its surface carved with images of sun, moon, mountains and rivers, fish, insects, and animals—ancient and imposing, blocking the demon-blade.

Yet Ye Fan’s onslaught was without equal. Like a torrent of water, like a raging wind and crashing sea, he drove every seal and technique he possessed outward.

His palm and fingers transformed into a black mountain peak, hammering the great bell aside by sheer force. In his other hand, the demon-blade moved without opening—azure blade-energy flooding that space completely.

“Ah—!” The golden armor was formidable, ranking among the Five Element Divine Armors. Its capabilities exceeded those of Ye Fan’s own instrument of war—and yet even it could not endure an assault this ferocious and overwhelming.

“Crack!”

A fracturing sound rang out. The golden armor cracked. It was nearly disintegrating. Tremendous saint-level might radiated outward. The Half-Saint inside sustained a powerful impact—many bones broke, and he spat up blood in large mouthfuls.

“Five Elements United—activate the divine curtain!” A middle-aged man nearby roared—his divine will like thunder—shattering the pitch-black void of space.

The five mysterious armors in azure, yellow, crimson, black, and white simultaneously blazed with divine radiance, instantly illuminating this expanse of the universe. Astonishingly, they could coexist—exchanging light and merging together—jointly blocking Ye Fan’s assault while simultaneously unleashing a surging, towering force that struck back at him.

Ye Fan’s expression changed. His heart shook deeply. These five elements divine lights were truly wondrous. He had come within the barest margin of finishing one great enemy—and missed the killing blow.

Whoosh!

He transformed into a streak of drifting light, retreating dozens upon hundreds of li, standing off against them in the icy expanse of the sky.

Strange sounds drifted from the distance. The nearly shattered golden armor was actually healing—runes flickering, looking eerily as if it had never sustained damage at all.

Ye Fan was astonished. He had heard rumors that among ancient saint-level armors there existed a supreme king variant—extraordinarily powerful, possessing the ability to self-heal. This was the most terrifying kind.

The five mysterious armors in azure, yellow-gold, crimson, black, and white—now their light merged together, coexisting and sustaining one another, manifesting the Five Element World. Together they were equal to a king among ancient saint-level armors!

It did not take long. Every crack on the golden armor disappeared completely. It was as if it had been newly reborn—restored to a flawless whole, fully healed.

“Young man of the Ye name, do you think yourself so powerful? What can an outsider truly know of this star domain? We have more than enough methods to deal with you,” a middle-aged man said coldly.

“Only by fighting to the end will the outcome be known. Let us see which of us can kill the other,” Ye Fan said with cold indifference. He had seen the Five Element Divine Armors’ self-healing capabilities and dared not take them lightly.

Although the enemies were formidable, the six of them were not anxious—they were at ease and composed. Never mind their own strength: they estimated it would not be long before the mother vessel arrived, which would secure Ye Fan’s certain death.

“Young man, your appearance has been a pleasant surprise for us. As an immortal precious medicine, who would not be tempted?”

“Our clan granted you the evolution liquid, purifying your bloodline. Yet you dare to rebel. You are like a fattened prey animal—the time has come for slaughter!”

The voices of the several Half-Saints were pitiless—sinister and cold—seeking to disturb Ye Fan’s state of mind, so they could overpower and kill him, writing the Brahma clan’s authority in blood.

“Is that so? The answer will come very soon. Let us see who is slaughtered!” Ye Fan’s expression was chilling.

The Five Element Armors were difficult to deal with—moving as one in combined attack and defense, capable of self-healing, formidable and fast. He charged toward the sixth armor—the slightly weaker one among them—intending to eliminate that person first.

Boom!

He pushed his combat power to its absolute limit and launched an all-out assault. Behind him appeared a golden treasury—all manner of mysterious weapons materializing at once.

Golden Treasury!

Ye Fan drove the ancient saint-level armor and unleashed this heaven-defying secret art. For his enemies, it was nothing short of a great calamity.

This was a golden world—golden celestial swords, a golden ancient bell, a Dao cauldron, a nine-tiered celestial pagoda—every conceivable weapon present in abundance, all radiating saint-level might, appearing behind him.

Here, there was no crowd of Brahma clan elites watching, no giant mother vessel threatening him, no confinement of the Heavenly Pure Land. Here was open, boundless space. He could be completely reckless—every trump card laid bare, nothing held in reserve.

The golden light was blinding. Driving the ancient saint-level instrument of war and unleashing those heaven-defying ancient emperor divine arts naturally amplified it all with saint-level might—far more powerful than ever before!

“Ah—!”

The sixth armor bore the brunt. Under the assault of wave after wave of golden weapons, cracks appeared across its surface. It was nearly disintegrating on the spot.

That person dodged rapidly, and the other five armors rushed to support—but they were still a beat too slow.

Ye Fan struck with overwhelming force, holding nothing back. Having left the Heavenly Pure Land behind, freed from any massive threat, he could fight without restraint.

“Clang!”

The golden ancient bell tolled. It crashed into the shoulder of the armor and shattered it.

“Clang!”

The golden celestial sword descended, cleaving off one arm of the sixth ancient saint-level armor entirely.

“Boom!”

The nine-tiered celestial pagoda came crashing down. Primordial chaos energy surged. It struck the chest of the armor—causing the metal form to cave in completely, then begin to disintegrate.

This assault was too overwhelming. Ye Fan attacked without pause—hundreds upon thousands of strikes—every manner of golden divine weapon moving together, transforming into a radiance of eternity.

How could the sixth armor withstand this? Under the relentless assault of so many weapons, it let out a piercing sound of fracturing metal. Even an ancient saint-level instrument of war could not hold.

A thunderous sound erupted. The spot blazed like a resplendent firework bursting open—or a massive volcano erupting in the cosmos—causing everyone’s heart to lurch.

The armor was completely destroyed, erupting into a ball of fire. The Half-Saint within cried out in terror but found not a single thread of escape.

“Splat!”

A beam of golden celestial sword-light swept past, reducing that person to a paste of blood. Blood splattered everywhere. Divine consciousness dissipated into smoke.

The remaining five changed expression. Ye Fan’s combat power had surpassed their estimates by far—far greater than what he had shown within the Heavenly Pure Land. A thread of unease began to stir within them.

“Five Elements United!”

They came together. Five-colored divine light flowed and circulated—hazy and mysterious—manifesting the Five Elemental Worlds, jointly opposing Ye Fan.

“You said you fattened me up—enough to slaughter. But I think perhaps it can be turned around,” Ye Fan stepped forward. Behind him blazed the world of the Golden Treasury.

“Young man of the Ye name, let us see how long your arrogance lasts. In the end, you are nothing but a single immortal precious medicine raised by our clan,” a middle-aged man among them said. He estimated that Fan Xian’s mother vessel must be arriving soon.