“I say it’s you — that neither-human-nor-ghost old dog — who should go kill yourself!” Long Ma faced this Holy Slayer, who regarded none of them as worth a second glance, and let his coarse words fly freely.

The great black dog was not pleased to hear that. It glared in fury and shot back: “Nonsense — he isn’t fit to be a dog!”

“Right, he speaks big and empty words and wants us to kill ourselves. Has the old fossil not woken up from his sleep yet? Go die yourself!” Long Ma bellowed.

Faced with these two crude creatures, even a god would have their face twitching. What foul insult were they not brave enough to hurl?

Whoosh!

A killing light swept forward, slashing across a thousand armies, enveloping both the great black dog and Long Ma beneath it. The Holy Slayer of the Human World moved to kill them with a darkened expression.

Clang!

The Holy Ape struck out. The jet-black iron rod in his hand actually clashed with the Saint head-on, sending out brilliant radiance. Though the Holy Ape was driven backward, it was not as though he had no power to contend.

After all, this was a Holy Slayer — magical power without limit, specializing in killing Saints, having earned a fearsome reputation!

The Holy Slayer of the Human World failed to kill in one strike, and immediately vanished from where he stood, merging into the void. In the same instant, boundless killing intent shook all four directions.

Splatter!

Long Ma spat a mouthful of fresh blood outright. The great black dog shuddered too, rearing up on its hind legs, stepping with the Walking-Character Technique, falling back.

“I gave you the chance to kill yourselves and you didn’t take it. Then I will send each of you on your way one by one!” The Holy Slayer of the Human World said, his voice cold as ice.

He still held himself high above everyone, looking down at them all, regarding them as ants and insects, not treating them as opponents — intending to eliminate them with a simple raising of his hand.

“Old executioner — your end has come!” Ye Fan’s body blazed. He transformed into an indestructible golden body and charged forward. His eyes pierced through the void. The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist intent was unrivaled, shattering all things!

Throughout heaven and earth, it was as if golden lightning streaked and danced. Ye Fan and the Holy Slayer clashed fist-to-fist several times, sending out blinding light.

“Your strength is formidable — capable of trading blows with me. I believe you are all heroes of your generation, unrivaled talents across ten thousand ages. But what does it matter?” The Holy Slayer of the Human World let out cold laugh after cold laugh from the shadows. “You were born five hundred years too late. I will not give you the chance to grow. Today I will kill the talented before they bloom — carry out the act of absolute extermination, and let you all die in the cradle!”

“You talk too much, you old thing — eat my rod!” The Holy Prince roared. Mountains shook and the earth trembled. The black divine iron swept across all of existence, pressing down until the primordial chaos immortal soil cracked open, driving toward the Holy Slayer.

Whoosh!

A killing light shot out, grazing the black iron rod and leaving a blossoming bloodstain on the Holy Ape’s shoulder.

Ji Zi also made his move — not a word spoken. His body merged into the void. The Great Cleavage Art unfolded, producing a sound like the explosion of a universe, forcing the Holy Slayer out of the formless void by sheer power alone.

But a Holy Slayer was still a Holy Slayer — specialized for killing other Saints. Ji Zi took a sword light to his body, blood flowing down his half-side.

Ye Fan charged in, unleashing all the wondrous techniques at his disposal. Both fists erupted with wind and thunder. Gold electrical arcs crackled outward like lightning, like a divine fist of the god of lightning, manifesting the true meaning of the Six Paths.

His fists were covered in bloodstains, but he paid no mind, still clinging to the fight, battling the ancient Holy Slayer in close quarters.

“This old thing is truly troublesome. No wonder the legends say he was born specifically to kill Saints. Let’s all go up together and fight him to the death!” the great black dog called out.

Even as it howled its declaration, a vertical eye in the center of its forehead shot out dark light that could breach a Saint’s defenses, posing a severe threat to the ancient Holy Slayer.

“Damn it… this old bastard wouldn’t have broken through to Saint King, would he?” Long Ma thought of a terrifying possibility.

“Impossible — get together and wipe him out!” Dongfang Ye roared, driving his ancient Saint battle armor forward.

They knew Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince still had sufficient reserves — for they had not yet truly undergone their tribulation. It was only when heaven and earth gave their seal of recognition that their power would be truly in place, ready for the decisive battle.

“Kill him — grind him down!” Li Tian let out a strange cry, driving his ancient Saint battle array vehicle forward as well, both hands gripping a purple-bladed spear, piercing through the void, aimed at the now-visible Holy Slayer’s back.

Boom!

The Holy Slayer of the Human World let a cold and merciless smile curl at the corners of his mouth, cloaking everyone in killing light, appearing and vanishing like a ghost, periodically disappearing entirely.

In the end, Yan Yixi, Old Knife Handle, and Yao Yue Kong all drove ancient Saint battle armor and charged in. A whole group of them fought together against this terrifying Holy Slayer.

Such was the power of a Holy Slayer — even with all these people fighting in concert, they could not bring him down in a short time. The opponent’s combat experience was too vast and too formidable.

On the other side, Qi Luo and Hell’s Holy Slayer fought to a fever pitch as well, their forms appearing and vanishing within heaven and earth, wielding terrifying sacred artifacts in fierce exchange, a collision of divine principles, a clash of the great Dao, accompanied by the thunder of the Heavenly Dao.

“All of you will die!” The Holy Slayer of the Human World spoke even as he dueled the assembled heroes — suddenly left, suddenly right, impossible to defend against.

Ye Fan’s heart gave a warning tremor. He sent a silent transmission: “Be careful. He is keeping all of us occupied. A third Holy Slayer may appear!”

He suspected the ancient Holy Slayer was using their youthful eagerness and desire to prove themselves against them, holding everyone in place and giving a third Holy Slayer an opportunity for assassination.

Splatter!

The terrible premonition came true. The two Divine Dynasties had in fact produced a third Saint. Qi Luo nearly suffered a fatal blow, ambushed without warning.

That sword strike — like a transcendent from beyond the domain shocking all immortals — was sharp and terrifying, brilliant and radiant. It plunged into Qi Luo’s shoulder, driving into his body cavity. It missed his skull’s crown by only a hair’s breadth.

Splatter!

Long Ma nearly had his body cleaved in two. Blood ran in long streams. This Holy Slayer had grievously wounded Qi Luo, and now swept toward this area, tearing open Li Tian’s battle armor as well.

Had the Human World and Hell’s hidden reserves not been lost after all? Everyone’s hearts sank.

“All who attack our Divine Dynasty — die!” The Holy Slayer of the Human World laughed cruelly.

“Everyone fall back!” Ye Fan silently transmitted the order.

In the same instant, the third Holy Slayer revealed himself. Everyone was stunned — it was a skeleton of pure white, gripping a killing sword in hand, with light radiating in all directions.

“This puppet Holy Slayer was assembled from the Dao bones of your predecessors, and a divine flame has been kindled within the skull.”

Everyone felt a chill seize their hearts. This was a formidable and troublesome existence — equivalent to a full Holy Slayer, bearing within it the killing obsession and will of the ancient Divine Dynasties.

Dongfang Ye, Yan Yixi, Long Ma, the Black Emperor, and the others all fell back decisively. They knew what Ye Fan and the Holy Prince intended. Had they not been waiting for precisely this moment?

Qi Luo and Hell’s Holy Slayer continued their life-or-death duel, locked in a struggle with neither gaining the upper hand, each paying a grievous price.

Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince’s expressions turned cold. Together they advanced, surrounding them — facing the Holy Slayer of the Human World and that white-bone figure, erupting in brilliant light from the very first moment.

They chose to cross their heavenly tribulation together — to bring calamity forth in this primordial chaos immortal soil. Few in the world were capable of controlling when their own heavenly tribulation occurred; it was always passive. But now, three figures at the emperor’s heir level together drew down divine punishment — like a myth, causing enemies and allies alike to change color and feel cold dread rising in their hearts.

Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince charged, trapping the two Holy Slayers between them, fighting with everything they had, forcing the enemies to endure the tribulation alongside them.

This was a great calamity. Boundless lightning descended upon the world, bombarding this place furiously, and in an instant it was submerged in a sea of electricity. The Holy Slayers’ roars of fury carried out from within.

The Holy Slayer engaged in combat with Qi Luo felt his face drain of all color. With such a heavenly tribulation descending, he knew his old comrade and that skeletal figure faced far more danger than hope.

Boom!

The vast heavenly tribulation fell from above — savage beyond reason. This was not lightning bolt by lightning bolt; it was an ocean of it, blazing and radiant.

“Ah…”

Many assassins screamed as they were incinerated to ash. They had been lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment — but now they had become calamity ash.

The Holy Slayer of the Human World and the white-bone figure raged, fighting to break outward — but Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Holy Prince locked them in place. Like shadows bound to the body, they ensured the enemies endured the tribulation alongside them.

This was a killing calamity. Both Saints were struck until their skin split and flesh flew, suffering without ceasing, howling endlessly.

Heaven and earth boiled. The lightning tribulation had barely begun before it struck this place with a thousand wounds, on the verge of collapse.

People discovered with shock that there were many killing formations and Dao markings all around them — all blazing to life at this moment, countering the tribulation light with Saint-level power.

These had originally been terrifying formation arrays prepared to bury Qi Luo and Ye Fan. Now, they had become Saint-force that resisted the heavenly tribulation.

“Old thing — I send you on your way!” The Holy Prince stood imposing and awe-inspiring within the lightning tribulation, raising his great rod and striking toward the Holy Slayer of the Human World.

Clang!

Ji Zi was equally direct. His void techniques were inexhaustible. Working in concert with the heavenly tribulation, he submerged the white-bone figure, raining blow after devastating blow upon it.

On Ye Fan’s back, five precious swords rotated and slashed downward. Five-colored divine light shot into the sky, carrying rolling thunder and lightning along with it, striking at the ancient Saint of the Human World.

In the blinding radiance, the Holy Slayer of the Human World was in a wretched state — hair in wild disarray, looking like an evil ghost, his eyes gone red.

He bore the combined attacks of three masters, and was struck again and again by lightning, his bones exposed to the open air. Within the radiance of the tribulation, his killing great arts had no effect. This was the judgment of heaven and earth — absolute power was the only thing that could withstand it.

In the distance, the people of the Holy Lands felt the hairs on their necks rise. The battle had evolved to this point, sending wave after wave of dread through them — had they been caught in it, they would have died without question.

Everyone kept as far back as possible, terrified of being touched by any of it. This time, everyone had deployed a portion of their strength out of consideration for the ancestors’ dry bones concealed here.

But those who had truly committed their deepest reserves were few and far between. Most had offered only token effort. In this current climate, preserving strength was the wisest choice.

The Great Yan Holy Land had invested somewhat more wholeheartedly — and had been extremely unlucky. Its Saint-level puppet had been cut down by the assassin Divine Dynasty, suffering devastating losses.

“Young ones, do you truly believe this is enough to annihilate the two Divine Dynasties? You are fatally naive. All of you who came here to invade will die!” The Holy Slayer of the Human World — though split apart and reconstituted several times over — still let out a cold and savage laugh within the lightning sea.

Equally within the thunderstorm, Ye Fan and the others were not faring well either. Blood sprayed outward from them at intervals. At the Great Saint level, a heavenly tribulation was difficult to cross lightly for anyone — otherwise it would not be called a heavenly tribulation.

“Old man — your death is at hand!” Ye Fan charged in. His physical body was extraordinarily resilient — an indestructible golden body — and though he bore wounds, none touched his foundation.

Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and Ji Zi acted together, focusing their assault on this Holy Slayer, subjecting him to the most terrible tribulation punishment. Three layers compounded upon each other, and he had his body shattered multiple times.

At the same time, the other skeletal figure was even more afraid. It was a thing of death given life — and now, faced with pure yang lightning, it was consumed with dread. The divine flame within its skull might be extinguished at any moment.

“Fellow Daoists, please appear — kill together, destroy all who have invaded, the great matter we are pursuing…” The Holy Slayer of the Human World sent out a secret transmission. He truly could not hold on any longer.

Boom!

Several terrifying auras surged upward. The very cosmos nearly split open — and there were more Holy Slayers yet!

“The hidden reserves of the Human World and Hell have been preserved — all of them are here!” Everyone’s faces changed. Their hearts trembled.

“I ask the senior figures to act!” Ye Fan’s eyes flashed with light.

Wei Yi, the greatest bandit of the Northern Domain, the old Saint of the Extraordinary Scholar’s Manor, and the Saint of the Ji Family all emerged — to annihilate the last of the Divine Dynasties.

“I knew you would not fail to appear — I was afraid you wouldn’t come. I have been waiting in anticipation!” Within the lightning tribulation, the Holy Slayer of the Human World laughed viciously.