Blood rain scattered down, blocks of pure white bone flying in all directions. A Dao-Severing cultivator had fallen — such a death was truly undignified.

Across the wilds, not a single crow or sparrow made a sound; no one dared to speak, all frozen in terror by this scene.

That man was like a demon god incarnate. With a single thrust of his spear he had picked off and killed the King of the Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground, shattering him into corpse fragments right before the eyes of their Sacred Lord. Standing alone before them all, he had cowed an entire Sacred Ground.

Who in this world would dare such a thing? So many years had passed, and no one had ever dared act with such reckless abandon. The tip of the black spear was sharp beyond compare, almost pressed against the space between the Sacred Lord of Ten Thousand Beginnings’s brows.

“Gulp!”

Among the crowd, someone swallowed hard with great difficulty, nearly choking. The aura radiating from this man who seemed both divine and demonic made everyone’s bodies feel as though they would split apart.

“You… who are you?”

Among the people of the Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground, an elder’s voice trembled as he spoke. He had no choice but to speak up — their situation was now dire, their reputation in ruins. This man’s silent actions were more agonizing to endure than if he had simply killed them all.

Ye Fan’s expression was calm; he said nothing at all. Wherever his gaze swept, the people of Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground dared not meet his eyes, involuntarily lowering their heads.

Only a few gritted their teeth. Though they said nothing, their eyes were cold with hatred and their fists clenched tight, yet they dared not act rashly, knowing they were no match for him.

Ye Fan looked over, raising the black spear in his right hand and pointing it forward. A streak of dark radiance shot from its sharp tip at once.

“Splat!”

One of them instantly turned into a mist of blood — even someone as powerful as an elder-level figure was no match, shattering like a porcelain jar.

Next, Ye Fan tapped the black spear a few more times. Several others screamed, blood blossoming between their brows as their bodies turned into bloody paste, dying violent deaths.

“You want to snuff out geniuses? Then I’ll snuff out all of you.”

Ye Fan’s words carried no emotion, as though he were speaking of some trivial matter. But to everyone’s ears, it landed like a crashing tidal wave!

Whether from Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground or from all the surrounding peaks, every cultivator present was stunned. What manner of being was this, to look down upon an entire Sacred Ground, radiating such a slaughter-intent across the wilds that it inspired dread and awe?

Ye Fan pressed the black spear tip against the Sacred Lord of Ten Thousand Beginnings’s brow, a trickle of blood flowing from the spot. Those behind him nearly stopped breathing entirely — this man’s audacity was beyond heaven’s reason. Did he mean to level an entire Sacred Ground?

At this moment, Ye Fan showed no mercy whatsoever, forcing a Sacred Lord into submission at spearpoint, looking down on the assembled heroes, striking everyone into terrified silence.

Today, something earth-shattering might well occur!

If this being who seemed like a god or demon were to slaughter every last person of Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground here and now, it would surely stir up an enormous storm that would sweep across the entire world!

Not a single person spoke. Even the various ancient races held their breath, watching silently — this man was simply too dominant, forcing an entire Sacred Ground into submission.

In the end, Ye Fan pointed the divine spear toward the sky, withdrawing it from the Sacred Lord of Ten Thousand Beginnings’s brow without delivering the killing blow.

Moments ago, he had slain several elders of that sect and dispatched a Dao-Severing cultivator — that was more than enough. He had no wish to massacre the entirety of Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground; after all, they were all of the human race, and doing so would only benefit the ancient races.

A trickle of fresh blood ran down the Sacred Lord of Ten Thousand Beginnings’s brow, yet he did not move at all, as though an entire mountain pressed down upon him — that fierce killing intent was something he could not withstand.

Only after Ye Fan had walked far into the distance did the Sacred Lord seem to collapse, his entire body drenched in cold sweat. Had a powerful figure not stepped forward to support him, he surely would have fallen to the ground.

Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground had suffered a crushing defeat. Aside from their Sacred Son losing to Ye Tong, the most humiliating part was being cowed by this single mysterious figure, leaving everyone in the Sacred Ground unable to hold their heads up.

Not a single person made a sound as they watched Ye Fan’s back, watched him walk away step by step. Only after a long while did they realize they were drenched in cold sweat, their entire bodies ice-cold, feeling as though they had survived a great calamity.

“Boom!”

Finally, the Fire Spirit Chasm and the mountains across the wilds were no longer silent — an uproar surged skyward, a great clamor breaking out. After the tense atmosphere passed, everyone could not help but discuss what had happened.

“Who exactly is this person? He’s truly this powerful — a single man suppressing Ten Thousand Beginnings Sacred Ground!”

“He’s just like a god! Why have we never seen this man before? He truly appeared out of nowhere!”

With such an event unfolding, no one could remain calm; everyone was tremendously excited. No one had imagined such a formidable expert would appear, dominant beyond compare.

Not far away, Ye Tong had already arranged the formation platform, having opened the Void Gate, but upon witnessing that scene, she paused.

“Thank you, uncle.”

Ye Fan nodded, a faint smile crossing his face. Without saying much else, he gripped his spear and pressed forward toward another direction.

That area was the viewing zone of the various ancient races, containing many formidable ancient creatures. Yet he walked forward fearlessly, striding boldly toward it — clearly intent on killing the other three Dao-Severing cultivators.

This action immediately caused an uproar — this was simply audacious beyond measure, marching directly into the ancient races’ territory without a hint of concern.

“What courage! How dare he!”

Many human cultivators widened their eyes. Everyone knew how dominant the great ancient races were nowadays; no one wished to provoke them, yet here was someone who clearly did not care at all.

“Hmph!”

From within the ancient races’ territory, someone let out a discontented cold snort, and many icy gazes turned toward him.

Yet Ye Fan ignored them entirely, carrying his black war-spear forward as though walking through an uninhabited realm, treating everyone present as though they did not exist.

In his eyes, there were only the three Dao-Severing cultivators who had joined the Ten Thousand Beginnings King in attacking him earlier — they were also the first ones who had tried to harm Tong Tong.

“What audacity, to charge into our race’s viewing grounds — do you truly think us thin air?” someone incited, wanting to rally several great races together to stop Ye Fan.

“Splat!”

Ye Fan was simple and direct, raising his hand for another thrust. A streak of sharp dark radiance shot out, and the head of that powerful ancient race figure exploded, the corpse lying sprawled on the spot.

He did not even spare a glance, continuing forward, ignoring the powerful figures of the various races beside him, his gaze fixed only on the three men in the distance.

“You… everyone, did you all see that? Kill him!”

Someone from that race roared in fury. A superior expert had died for nothing, and they could bear it no longer, wanting to rally others from different races to join in.

“I don’t want to kill anyone. You’d best not force my hand,” Ye Fan said as he saw people about to attack, his eyes suddenly blazing as he swept his gaze across the crowd.

“Thud,” “Thud,” “Thud”…

A group of people staggered backward, especially those at the very front, overwhelmed by a powerful pressure, their faces turning deathly pale as they couldn’t help but cough up blood.

Everyone showed expressions of disbelief — this person was simply too powerful; just that blazing gaze alone nearly shattered people’s minds and spirits.

“Kill him! How can we tolerate a mere human running rampant!” someone shouted, rallying everyone to attack together.

More than twenty people struck at once, coming from two different races, furious at Ye Fan’s dominance and arrogance, feeling their dignity had been insulted.

In an instant, lightning flashed in all directions, Dao treasures clashed, various lights mingled together forming a dazzling sea of arcane power, countless Order-chains interweaving.

Facing all this, Ye Fan simply swung his great spear directly. The black divine spear pressed down, twisting the void, emitting a terrifying droning sound. On the spot, eight or nine people turned into bloody paste, unable to withstand even a single thrust.

Ye Fan’s expression remained calm as he strode forward. The great spear trembled, and the black spear tip released a ripple of light, spreading outward like surging waves.

This was the Spear Wave!

This was the manifestation of Dao-marks, swift as the aurora. A wave of screams erupted as the remaining dozen or so people all met their deaths, turning into clouds of blood mist one after another.

Everyone was horrified — this man truly showed no discrimination at all, sparing no one: gods blocking his path were slain, Buddhas blocking his path were killed!

Charging alone into the ancient races’ viewing territory, and even after meeting resistance, he continued killing without the slightest hesitation or wavering, utterly unconcerned.

“He’s facing two powerful races, yet he slaughters them like cutting vegetables!”

“This… this is truly ferocious. Who exactly is this person? Killing ancient race experts as easily as crushing chicks!”

Behind them, cultivators of the human race from all directions were dumbfounded, utterly shocked. They had never seen someone so fierce, showing not the slightest mercy to anyone.

Whoever blocks my path shall be killed without mercy — where had such a formidable figure emerged from?

Ye Fan’s footsteps never once paused, continuing steadily forward. Two spear-thrusts had killed over twenty people, humiliating two powerful races and thoroughly cowing the other ancient races present.

Where had such a fierce figure come from? Even if he himself were extraordinarily powerful, did he have no reservations at all, daring to act so boldly? Everyone began to feel uneasy.

“Just who exactly are you?” someone among the renowned royal clan demanded.

“My name doesn’t matter. I don’t wish to make enemies of you all, but please don’t obstruct me either. Today I will kill those three men — no one can save them,” Ye Fan said calmly.

Even members of the ancient races felt a chill run through them. This man carried a black great spear and simply walked forward, not sparing anyone a glance, his terrifying aura making people tremble.

“Aren’t you going a bit too far?” an elderly figure from the ancient races said coldly, his expression darkening. At once, a group of people surrounded him.

For this was no ordinary Dao-Severing cultivator — his fame shook the ancient races, standing on the sixth small step of the Dao-Severing realm, able to look down upon all young kings.

Yet Ye Fan remained unwavering as always, his footsteps never stopping, ignoring him entirely, staring straight ahead, gripping his spear in one hand, pointing toward the other three Dao-Severing cultivators, having locked onto his targets.

“Insolence!”

Beside him, this elder’s diamond-shaped vertical eye on his brow snapped open in fury, shooting out a blazing beam of light that pierced through the void, slashing toward Ye Fan’s skull.

He had cultivated for over a thousand years at the Dao-Severing realm alone, confident in his mastery of creation’s mysteries, able to look down upon all young kings. Being disregarded by Ye Fan at this moment enraged him utterly.

“Crack!”

Ye Fan swung his great spear, striking against this beam of light, shattering it as though breaking crystal, then let out a long howl, charging toward his target ahead.

“You…”

The expressions of these three powerful ancient race figures all changed color — they had never imagined Ye Fan would be so dominant, charging directly into the ancient races’ territory, refusing to stop until he had killed them, unstoppable by anyone.

“Everyone attack together, kill him!” one of the three shouted.

“I intend to kill you three — no obstruction will help. Whoever blocks my path dies!” Ye Fan roared.

“Hmm!”

The void trembled as he transformed the black spear body into a sword on the spot, gripping it single-handedly, slashing straight down.

“Clang!”

The black spear tip was unstoppable, spewing forth dazzling light, severing the weapon of that shouting Dao-Severing cultivator as though a heavenly blade had descended, carving out a streak of bloody light.

Everyone was stunned. A bloody line appeared on this Dao-Severing cultivator’s brow, rapidly spreading down between his legs, and then with a “splat,” a great spray of fresh blood scattered as his body split into two halves, collapsing to either side!

Ye Fan was like a demon god incarnate, his black hair dancing wildly. With a single turn, he tapped his divine spear once, and with a boom, destroyed dozens of magic treasures faster than lightning, forcing back nine kinds of Dao-laws and Order, then with a “splat,” the sharp spear tip pierced into the brow of another Dao-Severing cultivator!

Everyone was stunned witless. Ye Fan killed this king as easily as pulling weeds, without the slightest effort. Blood dripped down, running along the spear shaft. This man’s face was filled with terror, his expression frozen.

“Kill!”

The group that had just charged forward hadn’t even finished shouting the word “kill” before two Dao-Severing cultivators had already met violent deaths, leaving them utterly shaken.

“Hiss!”

Ye Fan swung his divine spear in a horizontal sweep. This group of powerful ancient race figures all screamed miserably as a blazing beam of light hundreds of zhang long swept across the area, cutting everyone in half, their bodies collapsing into pools of blood.

“It’s your turn!” Ye Fan said, staring at the third man, thrusting forward with a spear strike of magnificent, sweeping power, without any elaborate technique, returning to simplicity and truth.

This man let out a great roar, his scaled armor flying wildly as he transformed into a killing weapon, charging forward, various Dao-lights flickering as he displayed his most formidable laws, pushing his Dao-cultivation to its limit to face this great enemy.

Yet it was all in vain. Ye Fan’s spear-thrust shattered the vacuum, annihilating a vast expanse of nothingness, turning all the Order-chains and dozens of ancient treasures into fine dust.

“Splat!”

Ye Fan’s spear pierced straight into his chest. A spray of blood scattered, but before it even hit the ground, it had already turned to ash from the calamity — this Dao-Severing cultivator’s entire body turned to light and vaporized in an instant, utterly annihilated in both body and spirit!

Ye Fan’s expression remained calm as he walked back, the black spear in his hand pointing east and striking west, harvesting life after life. Those who had just charged forward were all dispatched.

“You deserve death!” That elder who had cultivated over a thousand years in the Dao-Severing realm roared in fury, the diamond-shaped vertical eye on his brow blazing dazzlingly.

Ye Fan’s expression turned cold. “I told you — I don’t wish to be your enemy, but don’t force my hand!”

“Everyone attack!” someone behind shouted, issuing the order on behalf of this ancient-line king, and a group charged forward.

However, most of the other ancient race powerhouses chose to stand by and watch, not moving an inch, not daring to step forward.

Ye Fan’s earlier display had been simply too astonishing, having cowed the majority of them, none daring to act rashly. Only those directly implicated dared to step forward now.

“Boom!”

The elder with the vertical eye on his brow let out a long howl, and above his head appeared a treasure wheel, while in his hand he gripped a dragon blade, slashing horizontally across.

Ye Fan’s long spear trembled, and for the first time he activated the potential energy within his body, spreading it along the spear shaft — an unparalleled ripple of power!

At this moment, the entire black spear emitted a sound like a tidal wave crashing, blooming with blazing light!

At this instant, the spear body seemed to be transforming into a dragon — a living black dragon reawakening, a terrifying aura blanketing everything like a sea of stars boiling over!

At the spear’s tip, thousands upon thousands of streaks of dark radiance erupted, completely submerging this place. All the world could see was a single black divine spear!

“Boom!”

Ye Fan thrust his spear forward, emitting a sound like mountains collapsing and seas roaring, the sky in all directions shattering completely as a streak of dark radiance shot out.

This old king’s dragon blade instantly turned to dust, and the treasure wheel above his head exploded as well — this single spear-thrust nailed him directly into midair!

“Splat!”

Ye Fan withdrew his spear, then swept it forcefully. A dripping head flew up, falling from its neck, hurtling through the air.

Ye Fan didn’t even spare a glance, continuing forward. Anyone who blocked his path died instantly by his spear. Along his path, blood bloomed and corpses littered the ground.

Then, the ancient race powerhouses retreated like a receding tide, opening a path, as though avoiding a god or demon, their faces all turning pale!

“This is…” Everyone on the human side was shaken, unable to believe what they were seeing.

This man had charged alone into enemy territory to kill those three Dao-Severing cultivators, as though walking through an uninhabited realm, then fought his way back out with equal dominance, like an ancient war god from ages past!