The magnificent stone hall’s interior was extremely spacious, the two Golden Crows’ voices echoing within. They held deep hostility toward Ye Fan, having been wounded by him with the Black Arrow before.
“This lowly Human Race brat—if not for the Black Arrow of Houyi in his hands, how could he have pierced our sage-level defenses? Drinking his blood dry wouldn’t be enough to relieve the hatred in my heart!”
“Better be careful—he can slay sages now, which is very bad for us. Though I too want to twist off his head and taste the flavor of his golden blood and flesh, right now returning to Fusang Star is most important!”
The two ancient Golden Crows prepared to leave the Big Dipper Star Domain. A being suspected to be a deity lay dormant within the Sun Star, making them very uneasy—they needed to report to the Golden Crow Clan’s Supreme Emperor.
Most critically, a Man-Demon had now appeared, truly terrifying beyond measure, having devoured Old Ancestor Jinju alive, shocking everyone. This was a nightmare, and they didn’t want to linger a moment longer, fearing they’d meet the same fate.
“Human Race’s Sacred Body, and that disciple of his suspected to be the Solar Sage Emperor’s descendant—whether it’s your Green Cauldron, or your flesh and blood and inheritance, all will belong to my Golden Crow Clan!”
The two recorded the patterns within the magnificent stone hall, turning to walk outside—only for their expressions to freeze on the spot. An upright figure stood there, coldly watching them.
“It’s you… Human Race’s Sacred Body!”
The two Golden Crows were greatly shocked—someone had approached this close to them without being noticed. An ancient sage’s divine sense reached everywhere, able to sweep across an entire region in an instant, yet it had missed Ye Fan entirely.
“Since you two hold such hostility toward me, then let’s settle this.” Ye Fan said. He bore the Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern on his body, which naturally concealed everything, allowing him to sneak in here without a trace.
“You… think we fear you? You’ve come to your death yourself—perfect, we’ll kill you right here. Drinking your golden sacred blood might just let us break through!” one Golden Crow said menacingly.
“It’s you two who should worry about not living to see it—dying in vain.” Ye Fan said.
“The bloody reality will show you that you’re nothing—just a mere insect!” Regardless of any inner apprehension, they couldn’t afford to lose their momentum now. The other Golden Crow strode forward.
“Haha…” Ye Fan laughed coldly, his expression calm, glaring at them indifferently. “I look forward to this battle. I hear Golden Crow flesh is quite delicious…”
“You’re courting death!”
One ancient Golden Crow released its sage-level pressure, its face grim, extending a large hand and slapping outward—not even a proper technique, merely a simple slap.
If fighting against an equal-level opponent, striking this way would be an insult—not regarding the opponent as a threat in the slightest.
Ye Fan remained calm, his gaze cold. His body suddenly swelled, reaching ten thousand feet, his golden form radiating precious brilliance. He raised a large foot and stomped directly downward.
This too was a kind of arrogance—who dared step on a sage? Utterly disregarding the old Golden Crow, truly treating him as if stomping on an ant.
The Golden Crow Clan sage’s eyes darkened with malice. The palm being thrown didn’t change, but in an instant it flashed with brilliant light—an ancient scroll unfurled, containing within it mountains, rivers, and vegetation, with silver waterfalls cascading down, leaden clouds covering the sky, vast and boundless.
This was a treasure, comparable to legendary sacred weapons, immensely powerful, able to trap and kill sages. The ancient scroll sealed the sky, swallowing Ye Fan whole.
“Heh, little brat, you’re far from a match for me. If this seat wanted to kill you, there are plenty of methods!”
This Golden Crow sneered, retracting the scroll, shrinking it down to over a meter long, unfurling it before him, the scenery within clearly visible.
He looked down at this ancient image, filled with mockery, pointing at it with a finger, saying, “You say you’re an insect, then you are one. Compared to us, what are you?”
The other Golden Crow also laughed coldly. Initially somewhat worried, he hadn’t expected using this treasure would yield such excellent results, saying coldly, “Before we leave, we’ll get what we wished for—we can drink his golden sacred blood.”
“So this is all the so-called Human Race’s Sacred Body amounts to!” This Golden Crow held the ancient scroll in both hands, raising it before his eyes to carefully observe the interior, his face full of cruelty, snow-white teeth flashing coldly, with a hint of contempt.
“You’re celebrating too early!”
A cold voice came from within the ancient scroll, and then a large foot stepped out, maintaining the same posture as before, solid and firm, stomping squarely onto the ancient Golden Crow’s face.
The sound of cracking bones and splattering blood rang out! Ye Fan broke free from within the ancient scroll—the ancient image was torn apart, this treasure’s light dimming, letting out a mournful cry.
The Golden Crow sage felt pain to his very bones, tears and blood flowing freely. He knew his nasal bone was broken, his cheekbones cracked, his entire face deformed.
Ye Fan had entered in this posture, and he emerged still in this same posture—landing precisely on the face of the Golden Crow sage who had been holding the scroll and observing it, stomping down firmly and squarely.
The ancient Golden Crow’s intestines turned green with regret—the posture he’d held while gripping the scroll had, in hindsight, practically invited someone to stomp his face, enraging him to the point of madness.
He wanted to roar, but couldn’t make a sound—a large foot came down, sealing his entire face shut, Golden Crow blood splattering, a gruesome sight.
The other Golden Crow nearby, watching this, felt it as if it were happening to himself—this was… too painful. Just watching made him feel uncomfortable, as if suffering the same torment himself, with pain shooting through his teeth, armpits, and between his legs.
This stomp of Ye Fan’s felt too satisfying—with the opponent tilting his face up for him to step on, why hold back? Flesh and blood flew everywhere, creating a flattened, pancake-like face on the spot, blood and bone fragments scattering wildly, utterly brutal.
“Aoooh…”
Finally, this Golden Crow broke free, his face completely disfigured, utterly ruined, his throat trembling, letting out a shrill scream.
He was completely enraged now, utterly berserk, both arms trembling violently, a hundred thousand golden divine feathers resonating together, transforming into sacred swords, slashing wildly through the void, wanting to hack Ye Fan to pieces.
The other Golden Crow sage naturally also unleashed his full power, letting out a long cry, his whole body surging with fire essence, boundless Dao principles manifesting, transforming into hundreds of millions of divine lights, piercing through.
Boom!
All around Ye Fan, both front and back, golden brilliance filled the air. He unleashed his transcendent visions, briefly merging into one, shattering the hundred thousand sacred swords, crushing the boundless Dao principles, a full counterattack from every direction.
Whether it was an immortal king descending upon the nine heavens, chaos condensing into a blue lotus, or a golden sea of bitterness, magnificent rivers and mountains—all manifested, converging together, sparing nothing!
Ye Fan descended from the sky, again stomping down solidly, kicking that Golden Crow sage into the surging solar fire essence, half his body drenched in blood, nearly shattered.
Moreover, he traded a palm strike with the other ancient Golden Crow, causing its arm to spasm, cracks appearing in its bones, sending it flying backward.
Whoosh!
The two Golden Crows transformed into two bolts of lightning, charging out of the magnificent stone hall, trying to flee. They didn’t want to take further risks, sensing Ye Fan’s overwhelming dominance.
However, Ye Fan struck ruthlessly, having no intention of letting them go. The moment they charged out of the hall’s entrance, they were immediately ambushed.
Splat!
The two Golden Crow sages spat blood, their faces showing shock, as at the hall’s entrance, another Ye Fan emerged from hiding, nearly slashing them apart like a sage-slaying figure.
The Technique of One Qi Transforming into Three Purities!
Ye Fan’s dao-body had been hidden in the shadows, striking with the Celestial Court’s killing technique at the critical moment, nearly causing their downfall, Golden Crow blood flowing everywhere.
“You little brat…” Covered in blood, they had never suffered such a loss before, shocked and enraged, wishing they could swallow this Human Race youth alive.
“Today I’ll send you both on your way—roasting Golden Crow sage-flesh in solar fire essence!” The two Ye Fans advanced, each intercepting one opponent.
“Forcing an ancient sage to fight to the death…” The two Golden Crows’ eyes flashed with cold light, their hair standing on end with rage, willing to drag Ye Fan down with them regardless of cost.
Ye Fan remained calm and unafraid, showing no sign of retreat whatsoever, unleashing his Battle Sage Technique, fierce and dominant, determined to kill them.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred exchanges had passed. The two Golden Crows, their hearts chilled, let out a long cry, coordinating together, tearing open the void, trying to flee.
A cold, cruel smile appeared at the corners of Ye Fan’s mouth. His true form and dao-body drew bows together—these were formed from golden energy, not real bows, yet they roared with wind and thunder, lightning crackling.
Two black arrow-feathers were nocked on the golden energy bowstrings simultaneously, trembling faintly, then transforming into two streaks of divine light that shot forward, piercing through that void passage.
Blood flowers splattered, the void shattering open. The two Golden Crows were shot through, falling out, sacred blood scattered everywhere, dimming the solar fire essence, a shocking sight.
“Ah…”
The two Golden Crows screamed, their eyes filled with hatred.
They revealed their true forms, golden wings spanning the sky, flapping and crying out, trying to break free—yet the two arrows carried a malevolent power against the Golden Crow Clan, piercing their flesh, a terrifying force running rampant within.
“Where do you think you’re going!” Ye Fan soared into the air, his dao-body and true form moving together, each charging toward one Golden Crow.
The black arrows enlarged, becoming like terrifying war spears, cold and dark light flashing, killing intent filling the field, causing the temperature of the solar fire essence to drop somewhat.
“You little brat… my clan’s Supreme Highness won’t let you off!” the two Golden Crows roared.
Ye Fan remained unmoved. His true form and dao-body advanced, each gripping one black sacred arrow, using it as a spear, skewering the two severely wounded Golden Crows, pinning them in midair.
Blood trickled down the pitch-black shafts, the two Golden Crows finally trembling with fear—this man, like a god or demon, made them shudder.
“Ah, no, spare our lives…”
It was too late. Ye Fan struck mercilessly, tearing them apart in midair, letting the blood rain down wildly, bathing in sage-level Golden Crow blood, like a deity that had climbed out of hell!
Not long after, Ji Zi and Sage Prince appeared, stunned by this scene—they hadn’t expected Ye Fan to have already killed both Golden Crows himself.
This time, coming to hunt down the two ancient Golden Crows, Ye Fan had also worried about mishaps, calling on several helpers to search separately, connected by domain gates for mutual support.
“Today I’m treating everyone—Crow-Spirit Meat, Crow-Bone Soup, Roasted Golden Crow Wings, Fried Golden Crow Legs… we’ll have it all. Invite some friends over to feast.” Ye Fan said.
The two Golden Crows were as large as small mountains, their entire bodies covered in gleaming golden feathers, like cast gold—two mountains of meat, enough to feed however many came.
“In this palace hall, there’s an ancient teleportation array leading to the deepest part of the Sun Star, where a deity-like being lies dormant.” Ye Fan shared what he knew.
“Before the Primordial Era, there were deities in the world—could it be a supreme being from the mythical era?” Sage Ape Child showed a look of astonishment.
“If so, we probably have no way of approaching it,” Ji Zi said.
Ye Fan smiled and said, “No matter. The Man-Demon has returned—this wild old man’s tastes are quite picky. Who knows, maybe he’d enjoy eating divine flesh too.”