Ye Fan held the Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow, drew back the dragon bowstring, curving it like a round moon. The vital energy of all ten directions poured in like flowing water, surging into the bow’s body. Light blazed across the heavens, and the inscribed runes moved like swimming tadpoles, pulsing as though alive.

Whoosh!

The bowstring trembled, and the second arrow of light shot forth — like a startling rainbow cutting straight for Yan Yunluan’s throat. It produced a haunting, wailing howl, as though a demonic god had surged out of the depths, its momentum vast and overwhelming.

Clang!

A burst of divine radiance flared in Yan Yunluan’s eyes. He formed a seal with his right hand, taking a posture reminiscent of a golden crow crossing the sky, slashing out with tremendous force. The entire surrounding space twisted and warped, cutting him off from the outside world, and his figure blurred and wavered.

Swish!

The second arrow grazed past him without hitting its mark. His eyes grew even more brilliantly luminous, yet his expression remained utterly cold and detached. He fixed Ye Fan with a stare as though looking at a dead man, and began advancing, step by measured step.

“Just who is this, that they dare strike at a transcendent genius? The arrows pierce through the very fabric of space — this is no ordinary person!”

“The destructive power of those arrows is extraordinary. That is a terrifying precious bow.”

Those watching from the sides were all astonished. Unable to restrain themselves from commenting, they retreated to a distance, afraid of being caught up in the battlefield between these two.

Ye Fan smiled faintly and paid it no mind. He drew the bowstring back a third time. Light blazed skyward, and an arrow took shape — as though cast in solid gold, it pierced through the fabric of space and flew forward.

“Howl…”

This third arrow was mightier still. A vast, terrifying fissure split open across the vault of heaven — black as a bottomless abyss, its depth impossible to see — and the golden arrow of light surged forward like a sacred entity come to life.

Yan Yunluan stopped walking. Not the slightest trace of contempt showed on his face. He shifted to avoid the arrow’s sharpest edge, then formed hand seals, flowing Dao-resonance rippling outward, and struck forcefully at the arrow shaft.

He had already evaded two arrows; this time he wanted to shatter the arrow and then display the ferocity of his thunder-and-lightning response — to go in and kill Ye Fan, resolve the battle decisively. His expression grew even colder.

Suddenly his expression changed. He sensed a powerful killing intent — an unparalleled sharpness that had not existed in this world pointing at the back of his skull and his heart, closing in with the speed of lightning.

Spectators cried out in alarm. The first two arrows that had been shot away had turned back. Appearing from nowhere, they combined with the third arrow and swept back together, shooting toward Yan Yunluan’s vital points.

The Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow was a secret treasure of immense destructive power. It was also capable of locking onto a person’s life-force aura. An arrow of light once loosed could not be easily halted unless it was destroyed outright.

The first arrow of light had shattered the mountaintop; the second had grazed past Yan Yunluan. Both now reappeared, flying back with undiminished power, continuously absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth as they went.

“A genuine treasure — this is a truly powerful sacred artifact!”

“Surely this isn’t the legendary Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow, is it — the one that can bring down anything in creation so long as one’s power is sufficient?!”

Those watching the battle were moved. Every one of them stared with wide, unblinking eyes at the precious bow in Ye Fan’s hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two arrows behind had already passed through the mountaintop and disappeared into the distant sky. Now they returned without warning, swift and fierce, their killing aura filling the air.

Yan Yunluan was perfectly composed. His hands formed a Dao seal, moving slowly yet with great force, and that space blurred — profound and unfathomable, as though a gateway had been opened.

“What kind of secret art is that? It feels as though he has departed from this world entirely!”

At that moment, Yan Yunluan seemed to have leapt outside the three realms, beyond the five elements — transcending the constraints of this world, standing in a realm of emptiness and nothing.

All three arrows arrived at once, yet not a single one struck him. Each one deviated from its course and vanished into the sky, leaving behind only terrifying waves of force and three great rifts torn through space.

“What formidable divine arrows — if any of them had connected, most likely the result would have been annihilation of body and soul!”

“Yan Yunluan is incredible as well — he avoided them with total composure. Truly he is no ordinary level of power!”

“Evasion is no solution — Yan Yunluan must ultimately destroy those arrows, and will surely have to display a devastating offensive!”

…

In the distance, Ye Fan’s heart too gave a quiet, startled shudder. The technique his opponent had just deployed — as though stepping beyond the world itself — revealed to him the inner workings of something profound. This was undoubtedly a formidable sacred art!

Nevertheless, he did not slow down. He continued to draw the Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow, loosing arrow after arrow. Every arrow fired needed a powerful impact to destroy it.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Each arrow surpassed the last in power. Ye Fan had nearly brought the entire vault of heaven crashing down. Nine arrows crossed the sky at once, like nine long rainbows merged into a single stream, destroying every obstacle in their path — a scene of terrifying momentum!

Clang! Clang!

Yan Yunluan’s face was expressionless. He was compelled to act. He drew out a long fang-patterned halberd and began to sweep and slash in all directions. Dark of skin, hair in wild disorder, his gaze commanding and intimidating, he stirred the winds of heaven with his weapon — as though to cleave apart the very sky!

Clang! Clang!

The halberd moved in great sweeping arcs, its brilliantly gleaming blade edge trailing threads of blood-like energy — daunting to the spirit, its destructive power immense. Observers in the distance were aghast, every face having changed color.

“Such formidable combat power — I believe it could cut down someone who has reached even the ninth Dragon Metamorphosis transformation. This person truly is a prodigy!”

“Impossible to believe — he truly has such combat power. I had still underestimated him. Even more fearsome than I imagined!”

People cried out in shock, all of them shaken, this prodigy’s power exceeding their every expectation.

Yan Yunluan was no more than medium in build, but as he moved the fang-patterned halberd he exuded the unyielding presence of a war god descended into the world. His eyes blazed like lightning, his dark hair flew wild as ink, and the dazzling edge of his halberd was awe-inspiring to the soul.

Thud! Thud!

The halberd cleaved through the heavens; its blade aura was suffused with blood-energy. Each strike it landed shattered an arrow of light, transforming it into ten thousand feet of radiance that scattered into the heavens and earth.

In a short span of time, all nine arrows — swift as lightning — were hacked to pieces. Yan Yunluan stood in the void like a god of slaughter, his eyes freezingly cold and dreadful, pacing through empty space as he bore down on Ye Fan.

Boom!

Yan Yunluan raised the fang-patterned halberd high and brought it slashing down in one vertical stroke. A thousand-foot streak of divine light erupted forth like a volcanic surge, sweeping toward Ye Fan with the power to topple the dead and shatter the decayed.

This was killing-light unleashed from the blade edge itself, accompanied by traces of blood-aura that pressed in with suffocating killing intent, overwhelming to the senses. The innumerable great mountains all around trembled, and the vault of heaven seemed on the verge of crashing down.

“Such terrifying combat power — even someone at the ninth Dragon Metamorphosis transformation would suffer a serious setback!”

“So this is Yan Yunluan’s true strength. Truly his martial might is irresistible — all of the same generation must give way!”

Nearby, everyone fled to great distances, terrified of being caught by the halberd’s terrible sweep. A column of light like this was sufficient to slay a sacred son. One could well imagine what it would be like if he swept this fang-patterned halberd in sweeping arcs across an assembled crowd — how many of his generation could withstand even a single blow?!

Ye Fan’s right hand formed a seal. His bearing settled and deepened — like a man embracing a divine moon, or pushing a mountain, like the Dao itself taking visible form — and he struck forward.

Boom!

At his fingertips, a vast black mountain appeared, towering so high it pierced the clouds. Its presence was immense and magnificent — it suddenly filled the entire sky, pressing down in a great, dense shadow, with the power to crush the heavens and earth beneath it!

The Mountain-Embracing Seal!

In that moment, he deployed one of the three great seals — the Earth Seal of the Heaven-Earth-Human trinity of seals — and its power surpassed all imagination.

This entire stretch of heaven and earth seemed to crumble. Energy storms raged in every direction, radiance blazing all across the sky, like magma boiling in a frenzy, obliterating all things that took physical form.

The vast black mountain towering into the clouds crushed the heavens down, colossal and dreadful, rolling forward without cease, breaking through all resistance — as though it had come to destroy the world itself.

And the great blade aura cleaved by the fang-patterned halberd fell like a collapsing river of stars — boundless and unending. When the two forces collided, the shockwaves alone brought mountain peaks crumbling to ruin below.

This was a scene of apocalyptic proportions. The spectators were aghast and helpless; not one could withstand it. Each person retreated again and again.

In the end, the great black mountain was torn apart in four directions, the blade aura piercing through it — yet it too quickly dissipated, and boundless radiance exploded skyward.

When all returned to stillness, everyone was left with their hair standing on end. With a single halberd strike, Yan Yunluan had shattered more than a dozen mountain peaks. As far as the eye could see, everything was devastated — snapped branches and tumbled stones scattered in every direction.

“A presence that defies being called human — such power is terrifying…”

“His age is no different from ours, yet he possesses combat power like this. It beggars imagination!”

On the other side, Ye Fan too was shaken to his core. A prodigy-level figure was truly fearsome in ways that could not be accounted for by any reasoning. A single halberd strike — shattering the vault of heaven. The impact was staggering.

It was precisely because his physical body was unrivaled that he had survived. Had it been any other sacred son in his place just now, they would most likely have been slain on the spot, without the slightest question, with no possibility of resistance.

He must break into the Dragon Metamorphosis secret realm — this thought was fixed firm in his heart. Otherwise, facing such a powerful enemy who surpassed him by multiple minor cultivation stages, he would have great difficulty eliminating the threat. The danger was simply too extreme.

“You actually survived…” Yan Yunluan seemed genuinely taken aback. He had complete confidence in that strike of his — even someone at the eighth, or perhaps even the ninth, Dragon Metamorphosis transformation might well have been cut down by it.

His expression cold, he advanced in measured steps, causing the very space underfoot to quake with each one, while the numerous mountain ranges below trembled, sending leaves flying and great rocks tumbling — a deeply fearsome sight.

“You dared draw your bow on me. Today, I, Yan, will end your life!”

He was supremely self-assured. His dark, disordered hair flew about him, his eyes blazed with electric power, and though his build was not especially tall, the fang-patterned halberd in his hand made him seem like a primordial god of war come down from the ages — someone before whom all others must look up, before whom the entire world bowed.

Ye Fan let out a cold snort. “I haven’t had enough of living yet. Let me be the one who kills you.”

He said nothing more. He raised the Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow, drew back the bowstring, and poured his sacred power into it. Boundless vital energy surged in a frenzy, lightning crackled and thunder rolled, and the heavens and earth changed color.

In that moment, Ye Fan and the divine bow seemed to merge into a single entity. Like the bow’s very body, his own form was suffused with a layer of mysterious radiance, a powerful aura flowing outward from him.

The two had melded together — inseparable, as though naturally one — a boundless divine power undulating outward. A single arrow of light pierced through heaven and earth and shot forward with tremendous speed.

“This arrow cannot hurt me — it cannot wound me at all!” Yan Yunluan’s expression was frigid. He paid it no attention, raised his fang-patterned halberd, and split it apart in a single vertical blow.

“Absolutely defying all logic — an arrow capable of wounding sacred sons, and it can’t even wound him!” The other observers exclaimed in disbelief, a palpable sense of imbalance in their hearts.

Ye Fan’s expression was blank, devoid of any emotional shift. At this moment he had only one action: drawing and releasing the bow, again and again, continuously. The area around him blazed with brilliant light, and he was completely enveloped in a halo of sacred radiance.

Clang! Clang!

Yan Yunluan cleaved and shattered the arrows of light, producing ear-splitting reports. The occasional arrow shaft that was not broken flew off into the distance, and with a thunderous boom shattered a cliff face to rubble.

One could well imagine the destructive power of those arrow shafts — something utterly beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Vast undulating waves surged and churned; this entire area was as though in the grip of a great oceanic tempest.

Gradually, a gravity and solemnity crept into Yan Yunluan’s expression. The divine radiance in his eyes was awe-inspiring, and the fang-patterned halberd in his hand whirled with ever-increasing speed, cleaving out streaks of divine light that cut numerous mountain peaks in two.

“Wait — isn’t that the legendary Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow? How is he able to keep loosing arrows like this indefinitely?”

“It is said that most people can draw the bowstring around ten times before they can no longer bear it — and he has already fired dozens of arrows!”

The watching observers had finally noticed this anomaly, and every face turned ashen. Just what manner of person was this? Did he have the strength to uproot mountains? How could he be so inexhaustible?!

“Whooooo…”

Arrows shattered the sky. In this very brief span of time, Ye Fan had fired dozens more arrows. Each one was dazzling and resplendent, like a series of meteors streaking across the heavens — daunting beyond words.

“Heavens — he’s exceeded a hundred arrows. Even a powerful sacred son couldn’t manage much better.”

What stunned everyone was that Ye Fan’s expression hadn’t changed. He was still drawing the Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow, still firing arrow after arrow of golden light. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred streaks of golden light had erupted forward, completely overwhelming what lay before him.

Boom! Boom!

Some of the divine arrows grazed past Yan Yunluan. Each one pulverized a cliff face, its power unparalleled — leaving everyone chilled to the bone.

“This is beyond all reason — what kind of power does he possess? He’s exceeded a hundred divine arrows, and he’s still shooting!” People were utterly shaken.

Ye Fan’s momentum was like a soaring rainbow. He had melded with the Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow, gathering the vital energy of all ten directions — even the sun itself had dispatched a brilliant stream of divine light, cascading down like a waterfall.

The arrows he loosed grew stronger with each shot. In another blink, he had fired hundreds more arrows. In that moment, hundreds of golden long rainbows blazed resplendent in the sky, completely engulfing Yan Yunluan.

And the arrow-light continued to multiply — growing ever more fearsome.

Boom! Boom!

Some mountaintops were blown clean off by the arrow-light, boulders flying up into the clouds, the scene frighteningly extreme. At this rate, Ye Fan would bring the entire mountain range crashing down with his arrows!

“Heavens — is he the reincarnation of that barbarian? His sacred power is inexhaustible, his presence as though he could uproot mountains! With the Ten-Thousand-Bane Bow in his hands it is invincible — Yan Yunluan is most likely going to be shot to death!”