Ye Fan swung the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword and cut the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion down to his death. The head and divine consciousness turned to ash, leaving only a headless corpse spurting blood.

The life of a generation’s holy son had come to its end. He had once stood every chance of becoming a supreme holy lord — yet today he had reached the end of his journey, becoming dust in the pages of history.

The rotted wooden hammer had nothing remarkable about its appearance. It bore the marks of insect bites and was nearly rotted through — nothing about it resembled a weapon. Thrown on the ground, no one would have picked it up.

Yet this very inconspicuous broken wooden hammer could emit primordial chaos light, crack the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword, and had saved the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion from disaster multiple times with extraordinary power.

Ye Fan held it in his hand and found it light as a feather — like lifting a piece of firewood, almost weightless. It seemed as though the slightest force would snap it in two.

Thud!

He struck it firmly with a finger. The rotted wooden hammer let out a hollow sound, like a rotten piece of wood with nothing inside. Yet no matter how much force he applied, it could not be shattered — its material was extraordinarily hard.

Bang!

Holding the broken wooden hammer in hand, he swung it outward. A faint tremor — hum — and the void was bored through in a great black hole, with a beam of primordial chaos light shooting into it.

“What manner of treasure is this? Its power is far greater than even the Yin-Yang Sword!” Ye Fan marveled.

“This is certainly some divine object…” The Great Black Dog moved closer, eyes bulging wide. Its great paw shot out with lightning speed — its old habit of greed acting up again.

Ye Fan knew its nature well and had been guarding against it all along. He raised his hand and blocked it, saying: “Don’t go grabbing things. Hurry and preside over the killing formation — don’t let anyone escape.”

At this moment, this region was covered everywhere in bloody mud, the stench of iron assailing the nostrils. No one could say how many had died. The scene was frightening — like arriving at a slaughterhouse.

Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the others also walked over, clicking their tongues in amazement at the rotted wooden hammer, that it could actually emit primordial chaos light and be invincible against all things — it was truly a divine object.

“The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion is dead…”

Liu Kou and the others all felt the matter had grown very large. This was a holy land’s future master — and Ye Fan had hacked him to death. Once news of this spread, the entire Northern Region would be shaken to its foundations.

“Aaah…”

Cries of agony continued to ring out. The killing formation of the ancient Great Emperor was unparalleled in the world — transformed into a great millstone of tangible substance, grinding down heaven and earth, dissolving life after life into pulp without ceasing.

“Aaah…”

Not a single person could escape. The ancient slaughtering formation, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, cut down a great swath of people with every pass. This was a genuine meat grinder in every sense of the word.

Numerous powerful cultivators — even those at the eighth transformation of the Dragon-Hidden realm or peak experts at the absolute summit — could not escape the annihilating power of an ancient Great Emperor’s formation patterns. Bloody pulp was intermingled with shards of bone.

On the ground, amid the brilliant crimson, pale fragments of shattered bone lay scattered — enough to make the scalp go numb, too grim to look at directly — no one dared.

This was the brutal world of cultivators. Once battle erupted, there was no room for mercy. Right and wrong were impossible to judge clearly; matters of correctness had no place here — only life and death, and the law of the jungle.

Ye Fan walked forward, came to stand before the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion’s headless corpse, and removed from his back that large black gourd — this too was a secret treasure.

Setting aside the gourd itself, the Heaven Yin Absolute Water it contained alone was worth a city. This was the water of death — it could dissolve even a holy lord’s physical body. No one dared touch it.

“Hmm — this rotted wooden hammer… looks rather like the stopper of this large gourd!” Jiang Huairen’s sharp eyes caught an anomaly in an instant.

Ye Fan inserted the handle of the rotted wooden hammer into the gourd’s mouth — a perfect fit, sealing it tightly. The hammer head and gourd mouth became one unified piece.

“What fortune — this is absolutely a divine object. Even the stopper can emit primordial chaos light. With something this fearsome, one can only imagine what the gourd itself is truly capable of!” The Great Black Dog rose up on its hind legs, its eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, preparing to make a grab for it again.

“You wretched dog — can’t you be a little more proper?” Ye Fan gave it a sideways look.

All of them felt a great stirring in their hearts. This black gourd definitely had an extraordinary origin — if even the stopper was this fearsome, the gourd’s true body could only be imagined.

“The young man of the Purple Mansion may have only just recently obtained this gourd, which makes it all the more a tragic waste of a treasure — using the gourd’s stopper as a weapon in battle, with no understanding of its true value whatsoever!” The Great Black Dog said.

The group of them fiddled with it for a while, yet discovered no way to make use of the black gourd. It was sturdier than divine iron — even Ye Fan’s golden fingers could not pierce through it.

“The Heaven Yin Absolute Water is indeed priceless, yet compared to the black gourd itself, it doesn’t even count as a single hair. Using it merely to store water — what a waste.”

“Aaah…”

Cries of agony rose one after another. By now, very few remained alive — most had been hacked into pulp, a sheet of crimson everywhere, lurid and blood-soaked. Only a dozen or so people survived.

Ye Fan’s expression was calm. His eyes held no great fluctuation. He watched all of this in silence. Once he had made his decision, it was like this — utterly resolute.

“A pity — only two holy sons entered…”

He was searching for the whereabouts of the Holy Son Wanchu.

Those who had survived were not necessarily the strongest. The Wushi killing formation was incomplete — only a single fragment — and some areas within it were formidably lethal, while others were comparatively weaker.

“There!”

A gleam flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes. He rushed forward swiftly, appearing before a heap of corpses. There, a blood-drenched figure lay completely submerged beneath bloody water — motionless, ice-cold, without the slightest sign of life.

He was mixed in with the bloody mud, buried beneath it. Anyone else would have been completely unable to sense him, certainly concluding he was a person who had long since died.

Yet Ye Fan had cultivated the divine eyes — and with a single glance saw through to the truth: he was still alive. His life source was vigorous, radiating blazing light, its flame far from extinguished.

The Holy Son Wanchu was playing dead — feigning death to survive this catastrophe, driven to these desperate straits.

Ye Fan charged over like a ghost — without a whisper of sound. He swung the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword, transforming it into a savage dragon, and cleaved downward with a vertical strike. The colossal sword radiance nearly merged with the black clouds above!

Flash!

The Holy Son Wanchu transformed into a streak of cyan light, surging upward like lightning and evading outward. The earth was cleaved open in his wake — a black void, fathomless in depth!

“Brother Ye, there has been some misunderstanding between us.” The Holy Son Wanchu opened his mouth, attempting to say something — but Ye Fan activated the All character secret, swinging the sacred sword forward in a cleave, giving him not the slightest opportunity.

Zheng!

That single sword stroke parted the high heavens. The vast overcast clouds scattered and dispersed; ten thousand streams of starlight cascaded down like a waterfall — uncountable, a pure white expanse, descending from above.

The Holy Son Wanchu’s color changed. He sensed the world-shaking sharpness of a blade pressed against his throat, the aura of death all around him — utterly impossible to oppose by force!

Yet within the Wushi killing formation, he had no way to evade. A single wrong step would mean body and spirit both destroyed. He had no choice but to face that colossal sword radiance, massive as a mountain range.

Once the All character secret was triggered, combat power increased tenfold — a devastating energy that decimated all in its path. The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword blazed like a radiant sun.

Pop!

The Holy Son Wanchu’s palm turned crystalline, blood radiance bursting from it. He opened the crimson blood box, blood dyeing the night sky red — as though a Primordial fierce spirit had awakened, seeking to destroy all things.

The Heaven Demon Blood Box!

Long ago, a heavenly demon of peerless antiquity had sacrificed itself, using its own demonic divine blood to forge a weapon for its descendants. Its killing power was beyond comparison; the blood of a heavenly demon could dissolve any and all opponents.

Bang!

The force of Ye Fan’s sword strike was immense. It collided with the blood light and sent the Holy Son Wanchu flying through the air on the spot, vomiting great mouthfuls of blood.

With a tenfold increase in combat power, who in this world of the same generation could contend?

This was equivalent to ten holy son-level figures joining forces to strike at the Holy Son Wanchu alone. Within the Wushi killing formation he had no way to evade — even with techniques that defied the heavens, he could not hold on. He was immediately devastated by the blow.

Yet even so, Ye Fan’s heart was alarmed. He stepped backward rapidly. The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword in his hand had been contaminated with demonic blood, and the cracks upon it widened rapidly.

Crack!

The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword shattered, destroyed completely by the Heaven Demon Blood Box.

Ye Fan’s entire body blazed with intense golden light, blocking the demonic divine blood from reaching his body. He then produced the rotted wooden hammer and struck with tremendous force, shattering the endless blood light.

“That blood box forged by the legendary peerless heavenly demon of antiquity — it must be seized!” The Great Black Dog cried out loudly from behind.

Ye Fan swung the rotted wooden hammer, and a terrifying beam of primordial chaos light shot out, striking toward the Holy Son Wanchu — boring a black hole through the void.

Boom!

The Heaven Demon Blood Box was less than three cun in length, yet it contained an endless sea of blood within it. In this moment it erupted in boundless torrents — nearly submerging the entire sky and earth.

Hiss!

Ye Fan used the rotted wooden hammer to bore open a black hole, channeling the endless sea of blood into it, and then launched a beam of primordial chaos divine light toward the Holy Son Wanchu.

The two of them engaged in a rapid and intense battle. The Wushi killing formation continued its operation, and every step the Holy Son Wanchu took was fraught with mortal peril — he could not concentrate his mind.

Boom!

Ye Fan successfully triggered the All character secret once more. The rotted wooden hammer in his hand blazed with great brilliance, as though it had come to life, shooting out a vast expanse of primordial chaos light.

This was a frightening and terrifying scene. The black night sky kept collapsing — black holes appeared one after another. The Holy Son Wanchu cried out, using the Heaven Demon Blood Box as a shield.

Yet with the tenfold increase in combat power, it was too devastating, destroying all things — the entire sea of blood was vaporized, every last thing obliterated!

Within the Wushi killing formation, the Holy Son Wanchu had no way to evade and could only take the blow head-on. With a bang he was sent flying by the primordial chaos light, his form fracturing.

Hum!

Ye Fan deployed the Escape character secret, charging over like a beam of light. Within the brief window of the tenfold combat power in operation, he struck in rapid succession — sharp and relentless without equal.

Splat!

The Holy Son Wanchu vomited great mouthfuls of blood, hit once again by the primordial chaos light. More than half the bones in his entire body were broken. He cried out: “You cannot…”

Boom!

Ye Fan gave him no chance to continue. With the tenfold combat power surging wildly, the rotted wooden hammer shattered the void and sent him flying — very nearly dissolving him into pulp.

“You…” The Holy Son Wanchu coughed blood.

Thud!

Ye Fan pressed the rotted wooden hammer against the Heaven Demon Blood Box. The primordial chaos light locked down the endless sea of blood, the two weapons adhering to one another.

At this point, the combat power triggered by the All character secret had dissipated — yet the Holy Son Wanchu was also at the very end of his strength, forcing himself with everything he had left.

Bang!

Ye Fan extended his golden hand and struck forward. The devastating energy shook everything.

Crack!

The Holy Son Wanchu’s arm snapped. Then his chest caved in — his body branded by that golden palm!

Splat!

The flesh shell of the sacred body was formidably strong. That palm, heavy as a golden millstone, struck the Holy Son Wanchu’s body squarely — and on the spot he was torn into four pieces.

The Holy Son Wanchu’s primal spirit burst out, seeking to flee. From the golden lake at Ye Fan’s brow, a small golden cauldron took shape and shot forward, shattering it on impact.

Another Eastern Wilderness holy son had fallen. The future master of the Holy Land Wanchu had been erased like this — henceforth becoming the smoke and clouds of history, no longer in existence.

In a single day, Ye Fan had killed two holy sons in succession. This alone was enough to shake the world. Simultaneously destroying this many powerful cultivators, cutting them all down and leaving none alive — the endless bloody carnage — would trigger a tidal wave of consequences.

“Where is Yao Xi? Where is the Great Yan Holy Son Xiang Yifei? They came as well…” He furrowed his brows slightly.