“So many have come — could they be plotting to surround and kill us together?” the Black Bear Sage said, his face changing as he reared up, a pair of dustpan-sized bear claws tearing through the sky, his roar shaking the sea into towering waves.

“Ye Zi, we need to break through together. If they’re all coming for us, the consequences will be unimaginable!” Pang Bo’s face also changed. Even as confident as he was, and however capable Ye Fan might be in battle, it would still be difficult to handle ten young Supremes at once.

“Clang!”

The great bow in Ye Fan’s hand trembled slightly, releasing an aura of a primordial ferocious beast, shaking the entire Bitter Sea and making even the distant young Supremes’ hearts tremble.

The bow’s body was forged from the bones of a Sage King-tier Silver-Backed Azure Flood Dragon, while the bowstring was drawn from dragon tendons, refined a hundred times over in the Cauldron of the Myriad Mother Qi into a divine string.

At this moment, without even loosing a Sacred Arrow, merely holding it produced all manner of omens — immortal light billowing, ferocious beasts leaping, dragon roars resounding through the six directions and eight wildernesses.

Ye Fan’s killing intent stirred, and he loosed an arrow. Wind and thunder erupted like a heavenly calamity descending — the Sacred Bone Arrow was wrapped in a coiling azure dragon, with a pack of black tigers clearing the path ahead, its overwhelming might shattering the void itself!

This was the strongest, mightiest arrow imaginable, capable of shattering heaven and earth, accompanied by the howls of gods and demons, its sound loud enough to level mountains — let alone what the arrow itself could do.

Across from him, the Heaven-Swallowing Beast, Blood Beast, and Gold-Devouring Beast all paled, never expecting this single arrow from Ye Fan to carry such devastating power, as if it could overturn heaven and earth themselves.

“Boom!”

They channeled their divine power, waves of light surging up as their ancient ship seemed to catch fire. They steered the vessel to dodge quickly — in this vast, boundless Bitter Sea, a sea-crossing ship was the most precious possession; once lost, their true bodies falling into the sea would reduce them to mortals.

“Wooo…”

A strange howl sounded — the White Bone Arrow, essence of sacred bone, imbued with Ye Fan’s spiritual will, unstoppable and unbreakable, pursued from behind, striking with relentless persistence.

“Open!”

The young Supreme Blood Beast took action. At this moment he appeared as a red-haired Daoren, letting out a great shout that sent vast Dao waves rippling out. A blood-colored ocean surfaced before him, forming into a massive bow to shoot back against Ye Fan.

However, the Sacred Bone Arrow was too sharp — it pierced straight through his blood arrow on first contact, closing the distance dramatically, striking all the way to the ancient ship.

Boom!

As the Blood Beast drew near, the crimson ocean before him exploded, the Sacred Bone Arrow shattering his protective light with overwhelming divine might, and the massive bow in his hands snapped with a loud crack.

A splash of blood sprayed out — the Blood Beast’s face changed dramatically. His hands unleashed peerless ancient techniques, but the arrow merely grazed past before departing, carrying a spiraling spirit force that borrowed his own power against him, wounding his palm in the process.

Through this, the Sacred Bone Arrow seized a spiritual will of its own, as though it had gained life, veering sharply and shooting downward, straight toward the ancient ship.

“Not good!”

The Heaven-Swallowing Beast and Gold-Devouring Beast both paled — this arrow had become sentient, its inner will resolute, determined to destroy the ship. This was a grave threat.

No one had expected Ye Fan’s arrow to be this fierce — the Blood Beast hadn’t even managed to stop it, and instead had bloodied his own hands.

Drops of blood fell onto the arrow shaft, making its glow burn brighter still. It struck the ship’s hull with a thunderous boom, unleashing a ten-thousand-foot blaze of light and exploding instantly.

The ancient ships left behind by the gods were no ordinary objects — even most Sages couldn’t destroy one outright — but the arrow Ye Fan had loosed was simply too domineering, carrying overwhelming divine force.

“Rumble!”

The ancient ship disintegrated. The Heaven-Swallowing Beast, Blood Beast, and Gold-Devouring Beast each stepped onto separate chunks of massive timber, flying off to avoid the whirlpool — otherwise even they would have been caught in the blast.

“Such power…”

Not just them — even the pupils of the four young lords of the Golden Serpent Clan constricted sharply, shooting out streaks of piercing cold light.

As the White Bone Arrow exploded, a golden world manifested — Dao bells, immortal swords, heavenly pagodas, gourds, divine maces, all dancing together, entirely forged of gold, as if the treasure vault of the heavens itself had opened.

This single arrow from Ye Fan carried infinite variation, containing within it an ancient technique — the Golden Divine Treasury — which manifested instantly, destroying the ancient ship while also striking at the three great Supremes.

The Divine Clan’s Shen Lan, the descendant of the Primordial Divine Demon Sang Gu, and the Bronze Ant King all wore expressions of solemn gravity — this single arrow’s power was matchless; carelessness could get one shot straight through.

The Golden Divine Treasury emerged, its various Dao weapons dancing wildly, effortlessly grinding the god-left ancient ship into fragments, nearly injuring the Blood Beast and the others.

Before Ye Fan could nock a second arrow, the ancient ship of the Golden Serpent Clan’s four young lords arrived, mere hundreds of zhang away — four golden serpents stood shoulder to shoulder at the bow, their golden serpent bodies over a zhang long, making onlookers tremble.

“Sacred Body, come and die!”

The Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent shouted, his body shooting forward straight as an arrow, like a golden divine bolt loosed from a string, streaking directly toward Ye Fan, intent on settling matters once and for all — life or death.

The speed was incredible — like a beam of primordial light tearing through the darkness of the universe, illuminating everything in an instant. As a descendant of the Teng Snake, extreme flight techniques were his innate instinct.

The Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent was overwhelmingly powerful — wherever he passed, the void collapsed, the great sea roared in fury, waves struck the heavens, clouds scattered apart, as though a golden god-demon had descended to kill.

Ye Fan cast aside his great bow and leapt into the air, his speed unimaginably fast, almost as if time itself flowed backward. In an instant he closed the distance to the Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent, raising his fist to strike.

The Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent’s heart lurched violently — the last time they had clashed in physical combat, half his serpent body had been left in agonizing pain. Today he had intended to fight with ancient techniques instead, never expecting Ye Fan to be so aggressive, closing the distance this quickly!

“Boom!”

The golden fist shattered the void, striking directly before him — pure physical combat, exactly the situation the Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent least wanted to face, yet his opponent insisted on fighting him this way.

What was meant to be a duel of ancient techniques instead became this — Ye Fan’s speed too great, closing the gap directly, the sky ringing like hammer on anvil, the clashing sounds deafening.

“Roar…”

The Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent roared, appearing as though a god-demon had been reborn. Opening his mouth, he unleashed a heaven-splitting howl, manifesting a galaxy, giving birth to nebulous chaos to suppress Ye Fan.

It was like an entire real world — stars turning, chaos surging, seeking to swallow Ye Fan whole, to transform him into a part of heaven and earth’s primordial essence, refined into pure life energy.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan met strength with strength, forgoing all defense, using only his two fists to shatter the universe, striking the chaotic star-sea until it dimmed and collapsed into ruin.

Who was stronger? The two clashed head-on, each seeking to overwhelm and subdue the other with absolute, supreme force, as though two gods and demons collided.

“I never expected the Golden Serpent bloodline to be this powerful — truly a peerless enemy. If even the Second Young Lord alone is this difficult to handle, should all four join forces, no force here could match them, save perhaps the Divine Clan, Sang Gu, and others combined,” Long Ma said, his expression grave.

Suddenly, a powerful wave surged forth, blood qi like an ocean, far more violent than even the Bitter Sea’s own turbulence, shaking apart the clouds on the horizon as it howled forward.

The Blood Beast had finally struck again, shattering heaven and earth, unleashing an ancient technique to strike at Ye Fan, commanding the Asura Blood Sea, transforming it into a hundred thousand blades of slaughter, cleaving through the vast ancient domain, slashing straight downward.

Ye Fan soared like a humanoid true dragon, clashing violently with the Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent, pressing close against his body to trade blows, suppressing his golden serpent form until it convulsed with spasms.

Then with a boom, the two separated. Ye Fan’s right fist rose upward, intercepting the heavens themselves, striking against the hundred thousand heavenly blades — this was a mighty essence and spirit, condensed with a will, embodying the true meaning of “one weapon breaks ten thousand techniques,” contained within that single fist.

Let your hundred thousand Asura swords of slaughter come — I meet them all with a single fist across the void. With a thunderous crash, the blood sea surged violently, sword after blood-blade shattering, painting the area crimson, as though countless living beings had bled here, staining the land red.

The Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent took the opportunity to retreat, his heart seething with fury — he had no wish to trade blows physically with Ye Fan. Having just been closed in on and struck at close range, had he not been supremely powerful, first among the younger generation, he would surely have bled.

Boom!

Ye Fan charged at the Blood Beast, his fist power breaking through the heavens, intent on finishing him off, while simultaneously the Golden Divine Treasury and Five-Colored Divine Light emerged together, sweeping toward the Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent to block him from rejoining the battle.

The Blood Beast raged — Ye Fan was clearly showing him disdain, the meaning unmistakable: eliminate him first, then deal with the Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent, treating him as the weaker opponent.

As a proud young Supreme, when had he ever been looked down upon like this? A fire seemed to burn within his heart. He unleashed an ancient technique reaching to the heavens, condensing the Blood Sea into a blood-red sun, pressing down toward Ye Fan.

The boundless Asura Blood Sea condensed into a sun the size of a face, its contained slaughtering power beyond imagination — should it strike near Ye Fan, it would be an utter catastrophe.

Ye Fan raised both hands, channeling the Sage’s War Technique to draw upon the black Bitter Sea below, likewise condensing it into a black sun, colliding with the crimson radiant sun — both containing extraordinary mystic power.

Like a meteor striking Earth, this was a collision on the scale of gods and demons at war. When the two met, heaven and earth overturned, the star region shook, engulfing everything.

When calm finally settled, Ye Fan stood like a god-demon, a massive bow appearing in his hand, firing off Sacred Bone Arrows in rapid succession, his killing intent boundless!

Even surrounded by powerful enemies — the four young lords of the Golden Serpent, Sang Gu, the Bronze Ant King, the Heaven-Swallowing Beast, and others all present — he showed no fear, determined to end the Blood Beast’s life.

Behind the Blood Beast, a metallic ringing sounded as nine divine swords manifested, all supreme treasures — Sage King-tier holy artifacts grown from the blood sea of his homeland.

Kill!

Yet Ye Fan’s killing intent was too overwhelming — even the endless malevolence of the Blood Sea seemed slightly weaker by comparison. Ye Fan’s martial will surged, killing intent splitting the heavens, unstoppable by anyone.

Everyone felt his killing intent, hearts turning solemn — even the Second Young Lord of the Golden Serpent’s heart skipped a beat, temporarily halting his own attack to watch this battle unfold.

Boom!

The heavens shattered, ghosts wailed and gods howled — Ye Fan’s arrows, each accompanied by various omens, showed a Vermillion Bird striking across three thousand realms, a Kun-Peng spreading its wings to tear through the nine heavens, chaotic deities roaring, and ancient ancestors offering blood sacrifice to the heavens.

These were all carvings from the walls of the Cauldron of the Myriad Mother Qi, now manifesting alongside his arrows.

Rumble!

His killing intent climbed ever higher, Ye Fan’s entire body wrapped in a terrifying pure radiance, continuously drawing his bow and loosing arrows in relentless assault against the Blood Beast.

This was long-range combat, yet it proved even more intense than close-quarters fighting, because all manner of secret techniques and ancient arts were erupting continuously, one after another.

Ye Fan loosed arrow after arrow, drawing his bow a full hundred times — equivalent to fighting the most terrifying hundred-move battle imaginable, utterly astonishing!

Each Sacred Bone Arrow carried a different Dao principle’s true meaning, embodiments of his own techniques and mystic arts — Origin Magnetic Immortal Light, Origin Emperor Dao Sword, each contained within different arrows, their divine lights of order all distinct, yet each carrying immeasurable power.

Though it was ranged combat, it proved even fiercer than close combat — this was a direct confrontation, the strongest possible duel, a hundred moves to decide victory and defeat, life and death!

In some sense, this was a peak battle of blood — someone had to fall. Both sides carried overwhelming killing intent, shaking the entire Bitter Sea.

“Crack!”

The Blood Beast’s nine divine swords shattered one after another. The hundred Sacred Bone Arrows carried Ye Fan’s peerless martial essence and spirit — this was no ordinary act of killing, equivalent to unleashing countless ancient techniques simultaneously, supremely powerful.

“Roar…” The Blood Beast roared, another ancient treasure manifesting on his body — the Treasure-Gathering Ancient Basin, swallowing all directions to block the assault of the supreme ancient technique.

But the ancient basin was also shattered by the arrows!

“Pfft!”

The strongest hundred arrows, embodying Ye Fan’s unmatched will and spirit, unstoppable and unbreakable, manifesting a hundred techniques, struck the Blood Beast’s body with a thunderous boom.

“Pfft!”

The body of a generation’s young Supreme exploded, turning into a mist of blood, white bone fragments coated in blood scattering everywhere.