The one who had spoken was unremarkable in appearance — plain and ordinary. It was Zhang Bairen. A mortal body by all appearances, yet his true cultivation ran to an unfathomable depth, his origins mysterious and unknown to anyone.

“What an anticipated, blood-stirring battle. After this clash, the order of the mortal realm will be completely rewritten!” Another figure appeared, standing in the distance, making no move to approach.

“Old relics — your end has come!” Yang Xi shouted. His Sacred Body had now fully matured — a golden body, undying and imperishable. The battle energy flowing from him was immensely vast, his fist force without peer.

He moved through the battlefield, striking all four formation gates in rapid succession. He aimed to dismantle the formation.

Rumble!

And at this moment, the Old Madman was in the midst of his frenzy. From white-haired elder, to middle-aged, to youth — he shifted through the transformations rapidly, leaving everyone astonished. Yet his aura grew all the more terrifying. All five major secret realms blazed with light. Each one had a “True Self” seated within it. The Five Element Divine Light shook the heavens, rending the vault of the sky asunder.

The young Old Madman was bold and domineering — a head full of black hair standing on end. He drove one fist forward, shaking the boundless universe, striking to kill the Spirit Emperor!

Wuuuu…

The sacred silver saber let out a howling cry, thrusting toward the young Old Madman. A silver divine dragon manifested and took form, surging forward.

Pu. The young Old Madman allowed the silver dragon to pierce straight through his body. He activated the Locomotion Word Secret. His speed increased further. He arrived directly before the Spirit Emperor — and struck one world-shaking fist upon his body, sending blood light erupting in all directions.

The blood of the two stained heaven and earth crimson. It was nothing short of desperate and brutal. The young Old Madman had set life and death aside entirely in order to kill his enemy.

In truth, this was also the most effective approach. For the primordial emperor’s forbidden secret arts and techniques were unmatched under heaven. Their only weakness lay in vital energy. This kind of suicidal assault was precisely the most useful counter.

Both men stumbled backward, leaving trail after trail of bloody footprints.

Yang Xi saw the Old Madman unleash the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist and was immediately overjoyed. He descended, joining to co-slay the Spirit Emperor — fighting side by side to kill the great enemy.

“Kill!”

The young Old Madman’s body blazed. The five True Selves seated within the five major secret realms all opened their eyes simultaneously. At this moment an intangible energy shook the ages. He transformed into the Five Element Body, waging war against the Spirit Emperor.

With Yang Xi launching his assault as well, the Spirit Emperor was immediately thrown on the defensive. Bloodied and battered, he revealed a ruthless smile — teeth snow-white and startling.

“Ultimate ascension — I’ll kill all of you!” The Spirit Emperor’s fury erupted. He was the first to release a terrifying aura, and the power of a flawless sovereign-path powerhouse radiated outward.

“Kill them all — harvest the great medicine of the mortal world.” The other three made the same cold declaration. There was no more time to delay — if this went on, they would suffer grievous losses.

The mythological battlefield boiled. All four Supremes frantically absorbed cosmic essence, drawing it from the void and extracting it from all things — terrifyingly vast. All four blazed with light, like a million suns exploding simultaneously.

This place made it impossible to keep one’s eyes open. Everything was melted away completely.

A sea of divine power was flowing. A supreme aura was permeating outward. The monkey, the Human Demon, and the others ran into great trouble — the four Supremes were truly unparalleled across ancient and modern times. As this sacred aura spread, even they felt wave after wave of palpitations.

This would be a blood-soaked battle — exceedingly brutal!

Boom!

Suddenly, a supreme power also erupted from within the formation. Ye Fan was breaking out — for the four Sovereigns had chosen to simultaneously push toward ultimate ascension. This act disrupted the fabric of the great universe and even the formation diagram was suppressed by it, briefly faltering.

Moreover, the Old Madman, the Human Demon, the monkey, and the descending Xiao Song arrived at a unanimous and wise decision: they suddenly acted in concert, directing all their force toward a single formation gate.

With a resonant hum, so many people striking together — seizing the moment while the Supremes had no attention to spare elsewhere — the formation inscriptions at that gate were erased. Then, activating the Soldier Word Secret, they wrenched one immortal sword free with a ringing metallic clang.

“Disaster!” The Great Peng Emperor was alarmed. A flaw had appeared in the formation. It was now only a matter of time before it was broken.

Golden light blazed from his entire body. Wielding his golden whip, he drove forward — seeking to use the might of a world-class sovereign powerhouse to strike down and kill everyone present.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Heaven collapsed and earth cracked. A golden fist drove out from within the formation, colliding with that golden whip. Ultimate dao might erupted, completely shattering the formation gate.

Ye Fan leaned out from the waist up — his entire body surging with a terrifying aura. Battle energy rolled through the ages. His sacred body propped open the mythological heaven and earth, streaming with dazzling radiance. A supremely powerful presence broke through.

“Get back!”

The Great Peng Emperor roared. His golden disheveled hair stood on end, his eyes blazing with fury. Ye Fan absolutely could not be allowed to break free — for they had truly witnessed how terrifying he was. He was an anomaly: not yet an emperor, and yet he absolutely possessed the power to fight and kill flawless sovereign-path powerhouses.

“Get out of my way!”

Ye Fan also roared — a single word, nothing more. His aura grew even more savage. In this instant, the All Word Secret activated to its peak. His entire body became crystalline and translucent — like glazed spirit gold. Even the flow of his blood was clearly visible within.

Boom!

This one fist was the most domineering strike beneath all of heaven — the most unparalleled in the world. He drove out the most powerful blow he had landed since his first emergence into the world. Whether he would ever reach this state again in his life was unknown.

Crack!

The golden whip shattered on the spot, inch by inch, disintegrating into a scatter of the most terrifying golden fragments which curled and flew backward. Numerous shards pierced into the Great Peng Emperor’s powerful body. Blood splattered high.

This single fist left everyone stunned. Ye Fan had directly destroyed an emperor-grade weapon. Such devastating might was rarely seen since antiquity — only a handful of individuals had ever been capable of such ferocity.

And it was with a single strike!

One must understand — that was a weapon forged from gold refined through tribulation of the Dao. It appeared as a divine whip with twenty-eight segments, etched with the most terrifying Dao markings in heaven and earth. And just like that, it was destroyed.

Roar…

Ye Fan let out a great roar, shaking the six directions and eight wastes. He burst out from the greatest killing formation in all of antiquity. His entire body broke free. His disheveled hair flew wild, the light in his eyes cold and sharp as blades.

“I told you what the Golden Great Era means. If even now you remain blind and stubborn — then fade away, and wither!”

This roar spread throughout the universe, shaking all realms and all peoples. Every heart pounded furiously. Everyone knew that the Sacred Body Ye Fan had seized the upper hand — truly invincible and unmatched under heaven.

Ye Fan was like a deity descended from the heavens. He stepped out from the killing formation, advancing forward one step at a time toward the Great Peng Emperor. That invincible might caused every single person to feel a palpitation of the heart.

“Kill him!”

All four Supremes had pushed to the limits of their ultimate ascension. They were howling as they advanced together. Normally they would never have needed to exhaust their blood essence in this manner — Numinous Treasure Heavenly Lord’s killing formation should have been sufficient. But now they had been driven to this point. They had no choice but to fight to the death!

“Kill!”

The monkey, the Human Demon, the young Old Madman — each one sharper than the last. There was no possibility that they would allow Ye Fan to fight alone and unaided. They all drove forward.

Shhk!

Ye Fan shook his hand, sending the immortal fire composed of runes to Ye Tong — letting his eldest disciple wield it as a weapon, for it was perfectly suited to his supreme yang sacred body.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Ye Fan shook his hand again, delivering the immortal treasure scroll to Yang Xi. This disciple had more than enough courage but insufficient defense — wielding this scroll would suit him perfectly for battle.

As for the monkey and the Human Demon — both wielded supreme weapons and required no concern. And the Old Madman was no longer empty-handed either: the first captured immortal sword blazed with blood-red light. The group had joined their power to consecrate it, and now it gleamed in his grasp.

A group of fierce individuals charging forward together — their presence was tremendous, no less imposing than the enemies before them. This place instantly blazed with intensity.

As for Xiao Song — he moved around the perimeter of the formation. Ethereal as an immortal, he was unlike the others. He seemed capable of stirring the very core of heaven and earth itself. At this moment, he was actually calling out to the formation diagram, attempting to seize it into his hands.

The four Supremes were naturally alarmed. They could not allow him to succeed — if he did, the situation would grow truly dire. They fought while simultaneously driving the formation diagram to obstruct him.

Divine light illuminated the universe. Sword energy cut through ancient and modern times. The battle blazed to its most intense point. Another great battle, destined to be recorded in the annals of divine warfare, erupted — and reached a scorching fever pitch.

Beyond their circle, others lingered in the distant sky. Dao Yi had blocked Huang Xu Dao, though both were coldly facing off without striking.

“I care nothing for anything else — but if a dark upheaval is launched, I have no choice but to act.” Zhang Bairen spoke calmly. Though his appearance was plain and ordinary, these words carried enormous weight.

This made the four Supremes furrow their brows. Such a “neutral” figure had in truth already declared his stance. This decision was equivalent to standing in opposition to them.

“Ah…”

Ye Fan was killing in a frenzy. His entire body bathed in golden radiance, he looked like a golden war deity. He clashed with the Great Peng Emperor head-on, shaking him until he coughed up great mouthfuls of blood, sending him flying backward.

Then he struck sideways at the Corpse Emperor. Against this ancient Sovereign — who was renowned for an undying body and who intended to use that very flesh to ascend to immortality one day — he traded blow after blow, fist upon fist drawing blood, palm after palm sinking into flesh.

Every trace of Dao markings was ground away. With the Heavenly Emperor Fist, Ye Fan physically cracked the Corpse Emperor’s flesh — the body he was so proud of. Six of his fingers had already been broken, blood cascading down, severed fingers flying through the air.

Imperial blood splashed in all directions. Heaven and earth were obscured, smothered in crimson. The scene was unspeakably brutal.

Ye Fan’s hair hung wild and disheveled. His own blood flew as well — but he was like a man possessed, feeling nothing of it. There was only cold indifference as he wreaked slaughter in every direction!

In this moment, Ye Fan was invincible. Consumed by something like madness, his battle blood boiling, he had cast everything aside. There was nothing left in him but boundless battle will.

He swept all before him without equal!

Like an arrowhead he charged at the very front. The others followed at his left and right, shoulder to shoulder with him, battling the Supremes together.

The Immortal Crone, the Spirit Emperor, and the rest were all bleeding — suffering wounds of varying severity. They actually could not withstand the edge of these few fighters, and were ever so slightly losing ground in terms of momentum.

To them, this was nothing short of humiliation. When had a primordial emperor ever faced a battle like this? But that disheveled Sacred Body was too terrifying — his battle energy like a boundless ocean, as though it would burst the heavens themselves. It filled them with envy and helplessness alike.

“Ha ha ha… The Immortal-Slaying Formation of Lord Tongtian is finally within reach! Well done, Ye Fan!” Laughter rang out from the distant sky. Pang Bo had arrived, his eyes shining with sharp cunning, staring at the sword formation.

The Black Emperor had come as well, standing right beside him, drooling so profusely it nearly flooded Pang Bo’s feet.

“Boundless Heaven, boundless fortune — this poor Daoist could tell at a glance this formation is meant for me.” A chubby Daoist priest appeared, ruddy-faced and beaming.

The unscrupulous Daoist Duan De had also arrived — not to be taken lightly, for above his head, a demon cauldron that could swallow the heavens floated and drifted, releasing a terrifying aura.

Looking closely, he was somewhat different from before. A marking had appeared at the center of his brow — mysterious beyond measure, as though endless immortal tribulations were surging through it, or a world was cycling through reincarnation.

No one had anticipated it, but his arrival instantly affected the course of the battle. Without striking a single blow, he caused one person in the battlefield to turn pale with shock, their body convulsing violently.

“It’s you — it’s actually you!” The Corpse Emperor cried out. In his eyes — astonishingly — there was fear. He shot straight up into the sky, fleeing the battlefield.

There was once a person whose true face he had never seen. But that marking — he could never forget it for as long as he existed!