Ye Fan walked out from the ancient races’ viewing territory, spear in one hand, and no one dared to stop him any longer. Blood still dripped from the sharp spear tip — a sight that struck fear into the heart.

He looked exactly like a demon god incarnate, moving as though through an uninhabited realm. In total, he had killed five Dao-Severing cultivators, front and back, every one dispatched with a single spear-thrust.

The black spear body, the crimson blood — the two contrasting colors formed a stark image that chilled everyone to the bone, their very marrow turning cold.

Just how powerful must one be to kill several Dao-Severing cultivators one after another with a single thrust each? The King of Ten Thousand Beginnings was one thing, but that last old-guard king had stood on the sixth small step of the Dao-Severing realm.

“Who exactly is he? Why have we never heard of him before?”

This was the question in everyone’s mind, impossible to guess, destined to remain unanswered. No one knew where this man wielding the black war-spear had come from.

The Fire Spirit Chasm was in an uproar, the mountains across the wilds filled with clamor, everyone discussing what had happened today — the events were earth-shattering, stirring every heart.

“He alone dared to slaughter the ancient races, walking through the assembled multitude of clans as though on level ground. How could such a dominant figure remain unknown? What kind of past must he have?”

This was not a great decisive battle — merely one powerful figure asserting dominance over the various races, but it had ignited people’s excited emotions, filling this place with clamor.

The great battle between Ye Tong and Mo Xue had already concluded, yet this place had only grown more unsettled. People knew the storm was still far from over.

Ye Fan fixed his gaze on the several Dao-Severing cultivators not far away, his expression calm, gripping his blood-dripping war-spear tightly as he walked toward them step by step.

“Is he going to make a move against the Heavenly Emperor Son’s two chief lieutenants?” people exclaimed in shock.

Even the ancient races were astonished, all holding their breath, watching silently, wanting to see what else this demonic figure would do.

In the present age, the Heavenly Emperor Son was at the height of his power, having defeated experts across the entire world, causing talented geniuses to flee wherever he passed, making every race tremble.

One could say that even in this great age, the Heavenly Emperor Son had virtually no rival. His every word and action drew attention, and even the servants he dispatched inspired dread — no one dared offend them.

Let alone his two chief lieutenants. People had every reason to believe these two represented the Heavenly Emperor Son’s will, having come here deliberately to eliminate this disciple of the Sacred Body lineage.

“You two need not leave either — you’d best leave your lives behind,” Ye Fan said, speaking these words.

Everyone sucked in cold breaths of shock. Just who was this person? Far too reckless — this was practically declaring war on the Heavenly Emperor Son!

The two men’s expressions did not change, yet their words carried no friendliness either, for this man clearly held them in no regard at all — such a thing had not happened in many years.

“Do you think yourself Huang Xu Dao, or perhaps Huo Qizi? To dare say such words — if my Lord were to arrive, whatever Sacred Body, whatever number one of the human race, all would be wiped out clean, let alone you!”

Ye Fan remained composed, raising his right hand, the war-spear in his grip pointing distantly forward, the spear’s edge coldly gleaming, flickering with dark golden light.

Ahead, the young prince of the Demon God Race wore an ugly expression. This mysterious figure had included him as well, clearly intending to “wipe out the whole nest at once.”

Though furious in his heart, he could not help but exercise extreme caution, for this man’s display of power moments ago had been witnessed by all — undoubtedly a formidable, ruthless character.

He even began to suspect this might be some ancient imperial prince who had come here, for otherwise how could such combat prowess exist, making even him feel a chill of fear.

Beside him, Dongfang Ye and Yao Yuekong and the others laughed heartily, delighted that a ruthless figure had appeared to seek out these men’s misfortune, ready to help kill them all.

Ye Fan merged with the black long spear, piercing through the void, transforming into a streak of dark radiance that shot forward, the spear’s edge pointing ahead, its ripple covering all three men simultaneously.

Carrying the might of ten thousand tons, overturning mountains and seas, man and spear combined as one, as though bringing down an entire sky, annihilating the void.

“Clang!”

The Demon God Race’s young prince changed color first, spitting out nine great banners from his mouth, fluttering and snapping, as though nine great ancient demon gods had appeared together, protecting him within, black mist surging.

Yet Ye Fan had targeted him first from the start. The long spear in his hand swept horizontally like a sharp blade, accompanied by a metallic clang, sparks flying in all directions, and all nine great banners were shattered by the black spear body.

The Demon God Race’s young prince turned deathly pale. A beam of light burst from his body, transforming into another body — this was a substitute puppet body, blocking the spear tip in front, exploding into ash with a boom.

His true body’s hands moved in a flurry, summoning rune after rune to protect his true self, his brow blazing with radiance as various weapons emerged from between his eyebrows like blossoming flowers, all charging forward together.

“Clang!”

Ye Fan shook the black spear body, the spear tip trembling, transforming into thousands upon thousands of illusory phantoms, shattering all the various weapons ahead into a pile of scrap metal.

These were no ordinary weapons — they were all secret treasures of the Demon God Race, yet they all could not escape the fate of being shattered, reduced to dust in a single strike.

The Demon God Race’s young prince’s face showed terror. He had severed the Dao for ten years and never once suffered defeat, yet now he found himself unable to withstand his opponent’s assault, his heart unwilling to accept it.

He let out a clear whistle, spitting out a shield from his mouth — this was a secret weapon personally refined for him by an ancient king of his race. Though not a Sacred Artifact, it was not something an ordinary person could destroy either, meant to preserve his life.

Upon the shield, various Dao-marks interwove, depicting ancient flowers, birds, fish, and insects, carrying an ancient, simple aura of the Dao, blooming with pure white light, protecting his physical body.

Ye Fan let out a soft cry, thrusting forward with force. Initially met with resistance, but then the black spear body’s dark radiance surged mightily, piercing through with a “splat,” and blood-light flashed simultaneously.

This single thrust not only pierced through the ancient shield but also pierced through the Demon God Race young prince’s throat. He then flew up like a straw scarecrow, transforming into calamity-ash in the void.

“Boom!”

At this very moment, the aura of a Sacred Artifact spread out, rapidly surging forward like a galaxy cascading down from the ninth heaven, boundless and vast.

Whatever “moving mountains and filling seas,” whatever “the vast cosmos collapsing” — none of it compared to the terrifying ripple before their eyes!

The Heavenly Emperor Son’s two chief lieutenants had not made a move during the assault on the Demon God Race’s young prince, but now they finally unleashed their damaged Sacred Artifact, launching a sudden, vicious strike.

This was a broken weapon bestowed by the Heavenly Emperor Son — shaped like a bone dagger, severely damaged, with only the hilt intact; the front blade measured merely ten centimeters.

Suddenly, boundless light bloomed, and before Ye Fan appeared a broken alms bowl, only the base remaining, its degree of damage matching that of the bone dagger.

The two lights clashed, colliding together, blooming with dazzling radiance, sweeping the ground beneath their feet clean, reducing it to dust.

The Heavenly Emperor Son’s two lieutenants retreated, staring at each other in shock. This man had unleashed his Sacred Artifact after them, yet was able to swiftly restore it, blocking their assault — this was truly a grave matter.

They retreated, gripping the bone dagger together, swinging it repeatedly, forcing out wave after wave of Dao-ripples, carving black holes into the void.

Yet it could not withstand Ye Fan’s advance. The broken alms bowl served as a shield, blocking all assaults, while he gripped his black war-spear, pressing forward step by step.

“Just who exactly are you?”

“The one who will send you on your way,” Ye Fan said mercilessly.

The two men let out long howls, one’s vertical eye on his brow snapping open, the other’s single horn on his forehead gleaming brilliantly, driving their innate primordial energy, burning wildly, offering it to their Sacred Weapons to block Ye Fan.

They knew things had gone badly — this man’s strength was truly terrifying, capable enough to contend with an ancient imperial prince!

“Splat!”

The alms bowl radiated light, shattering the void, crashing forward with such force that they were forced to release their grip, the bone dagger falling as both Sacred Weapons cracked.

Ye Fan paid it no mind at all. Even losing the alms bowl meant nothing to him — he thrust forward with his spear.

It had to be said, these two were indeed formidable experts — otherwise they would not have earned the title of the Heavenly Emperor Son’s chief lieutenants. They had severed the Dao many years ago, their cultivation reaching a state of perfection.

They spat forth divine radiance, commanding various treasures, managing to withstand several exchanges with Ye Fan without dying instantly.

Yet this changed nothing in the end. Ye Fan’s black spear body struck east and west, and with one final blow, the two screamed as every bone in their bodies shattered, their bodies flying off like two lumps of mangled flesh.

“Hiss!”

Suddenly, divine flames rose up in the void, flying out from within their bodies respectively, converging into a beam of humanoid light!

“Who dares kill my servants?” a cold, clear voice rang out. A supremely beautiful man appeared, his divine bearing like jade, his handsome features flawless beyond compare, the kind of beauty that would make countless women of the world burn with envy.

“It’s… the Heavenly Emperor Son!”

People cried out in shock, all losing their composure.

This young man stood with an imposing air, quietly standing in the void, his entire body radiating light, like a divine being descending from the ninth heaven.

“Save us, my Lord!” the two Dao-Severing cultivators cried out.

“You two, leave. Let’s see who in this world dares touch my servants!” the Heavenly Emperor Son said, his expression cold and indifferent, staring down at everyone before him, making many tremble, unable to resist the urge to kneel.

The two servants’ bones cracked and popped as they rapidly reconnected their broken bones, their spirits reinvigorated, then quickly retreated, wanting to flee this battlefield.

“Since I’ve already come, do you still think you can leave? Leave your lives behind,” Ye Fan said, striding forward.

“Do you wish to make an enemy of the Heavenly Emperor Son?!” The two Dao-Severing cultivators retreated. Though they knew the Heavenly Emperor Son’s true body was not present, they still felt greatly emboldened.

This was, after all, a wisp of the Heavenly Emperor Son’s divine spirit. Once he appeared, no matter how powerful someone was, they would have to show him deference and grant him face.

With just one word from him, one could go anywhere in the world unimpeded — the Heavenly Emperor Son speaking to preserve someone’s life was equivalent to bestowing an immunity from death.

Yet all of this clearly had no effect on Ye Fan. Fourteen years ago, he had nearly fought the Heavenly Emperor Son in a decisive battle — they were sworn rivals of old. How could this possibly intimidate him?

“Don’t you hear me? These are my servants. If you dare touch a single hair on their heads, I will use my true body to kill your entire clan to the tenth generation!” the Heavenly Emperor Son’s wisp of spirit said sternly, dominant and overbearing.

For all these years, he had ruled over the world — who dared show disrespect? Only the former Sacred Body of the human race had dared to constantly oppose him, wishing to fight him to the death, yet that person had already left this world.

Now, wherever his blade pointed, virtually no one dared resist, looking down upon all the experts of the world. In this age when sages did not appear, his decrees went unopposed by any hero!

Especially this man whose reputation had been unremarkable in the past — in his eyes, this man merely needed a slight show of intimidation from his manifestation to naturally submit.

Yet he had misjudged his target. This was not some Dao-Severing cultivator who had newly emerged during his years of ruling the world, but someone who feared him not at all.

The corner of Ye Fan’s mouth curled into a cold smile. “The Heavenly Emperor Son — what does that amount to? If your true body dares appear before me, I will suppress and kill you along with them!”

“Splat!”

Ye Fan struck directly. The black long spear in his right hand thrust forward, stabbing straight toward the Heavenly Emperor Son’s brow, wind and thunder roaring in his ears!

Clearly, he had unleashed forbidden power, striking without mercy.

The Heavenly Emperor Son’s wisp of spirit was enraged. In all these years, no one had ever dared defy his will. Never had he imagined that today someone would raise a spear against him — this was tantamount to committing treason, to slaying a god!

In the distance, the crowd grew even more terrified. For all these years, the Heavenly Emperor Son’s might had spread across all five regions; scarcely anyone dared openly resist him, yet this man had declared he would kill him outright — truly shocking to the heart.

“Hiss!”

The Heavenly Emperor Son’s spirit transformed into a beam of light, vanishing from that spot. Ye Fan’s spear thrust through without pause, piercing straight between his two lieutenants.

“Ahh…”

A shrill scream rang out as the two men turned into bloody paste, their bodies and spirits utterly annihilated, unable to escape this calamity.

“I killed your subordinates right in front of you — what can you do about it?” Ye Fan said, gripping his spear, turning to face the Heavenly Emperor Son.

“All these years, you are the first person to offend me. When I emerge from seclusion, I will surely kill you!” the Heavenly Emperor Son said sternly.

His face was fair as jade, his features stunningly handsome, yet his expression at this moment was so terrifying, utterly at odds with his refined appearance, sending chills through anyone who saw it.

“Is that so? Why don’t I kill you first!” Ye Fan said, unconcerned, swinging his long spear forward in a vertical slash, this time unleashing a killing blow meant to prevent this wisp of spirit from escaping.

“Clang!” “Ding!” “Boom!”

Though the Heavenly Emperor Son was merely a wisp of spirit, he had no intention of waiting to die either, unleashing the supreme forbidden secret technique passed down by the Immortal Heavenly Emperor, blocking several strikes.

Yet in the end, since he was not his true body, he was ultimately pierced through the brow by Ye Fan’s spear, hoisted high into the air, nailed in place in midair.

“You…” He could only utter this single word before his body could no longer sustain itself.

“Splat!”

This place erupted into complete uproar, everyone in an uproar, the clamor rising like a tidal wave, chaotic noise everywhere.

Everyone was utterly astonished. This person had picked off and killed a wisp of the Heavenly Emperor Son’s spirit — this clearly meant a decisive battle against the ancient imperial line was coming, one that would surely shock the world.

Everyone knew that in the near future, a great decisive battle would surely occur, a confrontation that would shock the entire world.

“How many years has it been since the Heavenly Emperor Son emerged and all heroes dared not disobey, all forced to retreat — yet now his avatar has been picked off with a single spear-thrust like this!”

“Is this really happening? Someone has truly issued a challenge against the ancient imperial bloodline, ready to fight the descendant of the Immortal Heavenly Emperor?”

“Just who exactly is this person? How dare he act like this, utterly fearless, so confident and unafraid!”

This was the sentiment shared by all. Every single person wanted to know Ye Fan’s identity — how could such a figure possibly remain unknown? He must surely be an extraordinary talent beyond compare.

“Today’s battle, whoever he is, will surely shock the world. He killed several Dao-Severing cultivators as easily as pulling weeds — soon there will surely be a battle between him and the Heavenly Emperor Son!”

Everyone in the world knew that in recent years the Heavenly Emperor Son had been in seclusion, seeking to continuously break through, walking a path of supreme, unrivaled dominance. Now that such an event had occurred, he might well emerge from seclusion ahead of schedule.

This was a great age, one that had never known peace, and this time it was very likely to stir up a storm unprecedented in history!