The palace halls built from five-colored jade, one after another, each radiating a faint and ethereal glow, spread across a vast expanse and hung suspended high in the heavens.

At this moment, auras of blood qi rose like towering pillars that held up the sky — massive and overwhelming — splitting through the clouds, threading from the earth up to the heavens. Dozens upon hundreds of powerful masters watched with hungry, predatory eyes.

Ye Fan was decisive and wasted no time. He stopped talking and attempted to open a domain gate to traverse away, but discovered to his alarm that the void had been locked. There was no way to escape.

Line upon line of Dao markings were arrayed throughout, like ancestral serpents winding and coiling, blanketing every inch of space. These were the divine markings that Qi Luo had formed earlier through his great weeping.

Ye Fan was horrified. This old man was far too powerful. His weeping was like blades, engraving divine markings into the void and forming chains of law and principle that crisscrossed through everything.

He turned to run, broke through the window, and leapt out — but what greeted his eyes made his heart go cold. Even outside, countless tiny Dao markings spread throughout the space like small serpents, or like small divine phoenixes dancing in the air, sealing off the heavens and earth.

The entire sky had been locked. Opening a domain gate was utterly impossible. Only through sheer strength could he break through. He gritted his teeth and shouted: “You old wretch, you really can cry!”

Qi Luo smiled amiably, his single eye squinting into a resting silkworm shape, while Old Blade Handle stood there petrified, saying nothing.

Ye Fan charged forward without looking back. This place could not be lingered in. He had to break through the encirclement, or else a world-shaking battle would be unavoidable.

“Human Holy Body, where do you think you’re going?! Lu Dongfa of the Fallen Feather Clan stands before you!”

Ahead, a handsome and powerful young figure emerged, bursting out from an ancient palace tower. Fifty-four pairs of wings, black as ink, spread behind him like a storm cloud, crackling with arcs of blood-colored lightning.

“I have heard that you look down upon our ancient clan’s young generation. Today I fight you!”

Ye Fan was astonished. No matter how he looked at it, this young member of the ancient clan resembled the fallen angels from legends at the other end of the starry sky.

He knew this was certainly hatred that Duan De had drawn upon him — cursing the Heavenly Prince as someone to be feared, calling Yuangu a watermelon, making the other ancient clans feel that he had been impossibly arrogant.

Clang!

The fifty-four pairs of wings on Lu Dongfa’s back trembled together like sword cries, and in an instant demonic energy surged sky-high. Torrents of blood-colored lightning roared forward like a great river, tearing across the sky, terrifying beyond measure.

Ye Fan swept his right hand in a flowing arc, manifesting a perfectly rounded Taiji in the void. With a single rotation, he guided the divine principles evoked by the blood-colored lightning away to another direction.

“ROARRR…!”

Suddenly, a thunderous bellow rang out — like a wild bull from the celestial realm — shaking the ancient walls of the divine city and reverberating for hundreds of miles.

A being resembling the Ox-Demon King appeared, wielding a sky-propping trident. His entire body was covered in thick black fur, with a human body and bull’s head, a wide-gaping mouth with protruding tusks, and a pair of massive, solid horns. He turned into a streak of dark light and charged forward.

Hum!

The void trembled. His speed was extraordinary — he closed the distance in an instant and immediately clashed with Ye Fan head-on, crashing down like a small black mountain.

“Niu Yi of the Great Bull Demon Clan is here! Let me witness the true abilities of the Human Holy Body!”

He bellowed, blood qi surging sky-high, demonic clouds blotting out the sun. His sound waves cracked the entire sky apart — one could only imagine how ferocious he was.

BOOM!

This massive black figure, as heavy as a mountain range, engaged Ye Fan in close-range physical combat, body against body.

The whole expanse of sky was shattered, as if two ancient stars had collided. The shockwaves spread far and wide; all ten directions trembled, and the thunderous rumbling was unceasing.

The sky-propping trident shattered into fragments, flying outward like black feathers — Ye Fan had shattered it with his power alone. He pressed forward, slashing down to slay Niu Yi of the Great Bull Demon Clan.

“ROARRR…!”

That black figure, as tall and massive as a mountain, flew violently sideways with a tremendous bellow. The four directions of clouds collapsed around it; it fell like a great peak.

Niu Yi spat up great mouthfuls of blood. One arm was shattered, and a terrifying palm print appeared on his chest. Bones crackled all throughout his body, and his thick bull hair all stood on end.

“Worthy of the name Human Holy Body. Even the Great Bull Demon Clan — renowned throughout the ten thousand clans for their incomparable physical strength — cannot match him,” said Lu Dongfa of the Fallen Feather Clan.

Ye Fan did not pause. Activating the Movement Scripture, he pursued Niu Yi — a lesson meant to warn the others — intending to finish off this mountain-like young member of the ancient clan.

“MOOO!”

Suddenly, a terrifying demonic howl burst forth as Niu Yi opened his jaw wide and let loose the Wild Bull Roar. The sky shattered from the vibration. Everything ahead turned a blinding white, impossible to see clearly through — all was the Wild Bull Wave, capable of pulverizing the very void.

Ye Fan was startled. This technique resembled the secret art used by the mount of Laozi in the Purple Micro Ancient Star Domain — a single roar that collapsed mountains and rivers, truly terrifying. It blocked his path forward.

A figure faster than lightning flashed across the high sky in an instant, opened its mouth and spat out a vast expanse of great Dao principles, like a curtain descending from the heavens, pouring downward.

It charged through the terrifying Wild Bull Wave to launch a killing attack, concealing all its own aura — like a bolt of heaven-shaking lightning, it crossed the distance in a single breath and left behind a fatal killing principle.

Hmph!

Ye Fan let out a cold snort. He shot upward, responded after the attack was launched yet arrived first, cutting off the attacker’s path, and unleashed the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!

The moment he’d stepped out of the ancient tower he had faced unrelenting assassination attempts. He truly needed to display forceful strength to intimidate the others. This punch was charged with every last bit of his battle energy — domineering and absolute above all the earth and sky.

The Dao principles filling the sky collapsed. The figure diving like a beam of light had no time to change course. It was swallowed by the surging golden blood qi and exploded with a thunderous crack, dying an untimely death.

During this time, three more ghostly figures descended for the kill, spitting out divine principles, joining forces to encircle and slay him.

Ye Fan turned — like a celestial wolf howling at the moon — his entire being blazing with light, blazing like the sun itself, as if primordial chaos had swallowed heaven and earth. Boundless divine energy surged and boiled.

He curved his body into a dragon-like arc, flew sideways through the air, and sliced through the sky, cutting through every obstruction!

Spit! Spit! Spit!

Flowers of blood blossomed, dyeing the sky like mist and haze — beautiful and vivid. Three powerful masters were each cut in two; blood sprayed into the void, and their bodies fell to the earth below.

All of this happened in the time it takes for a spark to flash — blocking Lu Dongfa of the Feather Clan, repelling Niu Yi of the Great Bull Demon Clan, then rapidly killing four more powerful masters.

Ye Fan’s clothes bore not a drop of blood. He stood alone in the heavens, facing the masters of every clan, composed and unruffled, the corner of his mouth curved in a cold smile.

“The Human Holy Body’s name is well-earned. To have reached this level of battle power — even among the young generation of the ancient clans, there are few who can be compared to you,” said Lu Dongfa of the Celestial Feather Clan.

From another direction, Niu Yi of the Great Bull Demon Clan crackled throughout his body as over a hundred bones reknit themselves. A blazing light erupted from within him, and the dense black hair covering his surface turned crystalline.

“Terrifying. Can he truly be compared to the bloodlines of the various Ancient Emperors? He surpasses the physical strength of our clan.”

All around, figure after figure appeared, dense and shadowy, surrounding Ye Fan from all sides — every single one a powerful master, not a single weakling among them.

“No wonder he dared insult the Heavenly Prince and provoke Yuangu. He is indeed very strong,” said a woman whose entire body burned within roaring flames — a young powerhouse from the Fire Cloud Clan.

“In the ancient era, the ten thousand clans warred ceaselessly and powerful ones were as numerous as clouds. Exceptional talents rose in endless succession. The Human Holy Body won’t be able to stir much trouble,” said a young man on the other side, a crystalline jade horn growing from the center of his brow, wearing a coat of chain mail, long silver hair draped over his shoulders. He belonged to the Horn Clan.

“I’ve long heard tales of how powerful the Human Holy Body is. Today is the perfect opportunity for a contest, heh heh…” A cold, eerie laugh came from the other side, where black mist swirled. A thin, slight figure lurked within — a powerhouse from the Shadow Clan.

“The many kings of the human race rise together, and our ancient clans also emerge into the world. Competition between dragons and tigers is unavoidable. Human Holy Body, you slew the Purple Heavenly Emperor — you do have ability — but in this age where powerful ones emerge in droves, you cannot be called peerless,” said another tall creature, blood-red hair cascading over his shoulders, magnificent as a mountain, his entire body enveloped in divine light, dazzlingly brilliant. He was of the Blood Lightning Royal Clan.

“The blood of the human race — what a nostalgic taste. I wonder how the Holy Body’s blood differs,” came a sinister, laughing voice. This woman’s face was snow-white, and both her arms bore fine silver scales. She was a powerhouse from the Living Ghost Clan.

In all four directions, all manner of creatures had gathered — no fewer than dozens of clans — each and every one incomparably powerful, all ranked among the top young powerhouses of their respective clans.

“Be careful. None of these people are ordinary. A few in particular are extremely powerful. Enjoy the battle,” Qi Luo transmitted a secret message.

“Old Stick, go back to your crying!” Ye Fan desperately wanted to press the sole of his shoe into that face.

Spit!

While exchanging these words, Ye Fan formed a sword seal with his right hand and drew a line through the void. A line of blood appeared, and a head tumbled down from empty space.

The people of the Assassin Divine Dynasty had finally run out of patience and made their move — but in Ye Fan’s presence there was nowhere to hide. Every one of them was detected.

Clang, clang! Sword cries rang out. Killing blows came from all ten directions as dozens of people formed a sword formation, standing upon special formation markings, combining their power to slay Ye Fan.

This was a great killing formation. It made the entire divine city go icy cold. Cold light illuminated all ten directions, a chill that cut to the bone.

The Assassin Divine Dynasty proved its Dao through slaughter; the ancient formations they laid down were naturally terrifying beyond measure. Killing intent blanketed the entire sky. Even the birds flying in the distance were shredded to pieces.

“Are you people from hell, or from the mortal world?” Ye Fan asked.

No one responded. Dozens of people without any emotional fluctuation at all — like emotionless machines — raised their swords simultaneously, pointing them at Ye Fan.

“Kill!”

The group shouted together. The ancient killing formation activated. Dozens of sword beams flew out, dazzlingly brilliant like immortal beings from beyond the domain. They sliced through the clouds.

“These are useless against me!”

Ye Fan roared. His black hair whipped in the wind. Activating the Movement Scripture, he charged alone into the formation, both fists hammering down like two golden mountain peaks — grand, sweeping, and overwhelming.

BOOM!

The entire heaven and earth erupted in blazing light. Golden blood qi flooded the area, and a boundless sea of divine energy surged wildly.

“Remarkable. That’s the Movement Scripture — moving through an ancient killing formation as if there’s no one there. Worthy of a Holy Body, with battle power at this level.” In the ancient tower, Qi Luo nodded and murmured to himself.

Ye Fan was unaffected within the killing formation. By now he had long since comprehended the Movement Scripture to an entirely new level, moving through it as if walking on level ground.

His two fists swung freely, like divine drums shaking the heavens. Each strike produced an explosion-like sound, shattering all ten directions.

BOOM!

Finally, Ye Fan brought both fists together and struck the sky with full force, sending out a flood of blazing brilliance. The force of the impact sent everyone staggering backward.

At the center of the battlefield, a chorus of screams rang out. Figure after figure exploded, each becoming a cloud of blood mist — all of them pulverized!

Hum!

At that very moment, a massive silver foot descended from high in the sky, falling like a great mountain range, bearing down to crush Ye Fan’s physical body.

On all four sides, every powerful master retreated — clearly someone incomparably powerful among the ancient clans had arrived, intending right from the start to deal Ye Fan a crushing blow.

Clang!

A sharp killing intent, like the power of a soaring immortal, shot toward him. A divine maiden of the Assassin Divine Dynasty finally made her move — stronger than anyone there.