The Heavenwolf Howling Moon Platform was bare of even a single blade of grass — a massive broken mountain, yet soaring tens of thousands of feet high, its severed face broad and flat beyond measure.

Now it was stained with golden blood, the ground littered with shattered remains and loose feathers drifting and tumbling through the air.

Ye Fan held the Ten Thousand Calamities Bow taut in the shape of a full moon, radiating a powerful killing intent that filled every direction — killing light reaching straight up to the clouds. Golden Crow clansmen came forward to block him and were shot down one after another.

“Ye Fan — do you want to make yourself an eternal enemy of our Golden Crow clan?!” An elder Golden Crow roared. He was a supreme figure at the pinnacle of the first heaven of the Immortal Platform — only half a step from becoming a great power.

Ye Fan said not a single word in response. Just as before, he bent the bow and aimed at the sky, condensing the essential energy of heaven and earth into a divine arrow dozens of miles long that pierced upward through the air.

Hmmmm…

The divine arrow emitted a demonic sound, its radiance blazing so brilliantly that everyone closed their eyes, unable to look directly at it — as though ten million stars had converged into one, illuminating all of heaven and earth, sun and moon alike.

Pfft!

A streak of blood flew up. The elder Golden Crow let out a great cry and was pierced clean through on the spot — there was no room to evade or retreat. His body was split by the arrow into more than ten fragments, which tumbled down together with golden crow blood.

Boom!

On the Heavenwolf Howling Moon Platform, yet another great expanse of golden bloodstains and shattered remains appeared — a harrowing sight. This was the fifth Golden Crow he had shot dead.

“You who go by the name Ye Fan — you have made yourself an enemy of the Golden Crow clan. You will be hunted by the ten princes, and fall forever into the depths of hellfire, turned to dust and ash.” Another cried out before his death.

Pfft!

His body was pierced through by the divine arrow, his corpse split open and falling, blood soaking the ground — a sky stained red.

In the distance, hearts trembled and flesh crawled. Ye Fan struck without any inhibition or scruple — brutal and merciless. He fired as though shooting eagles, treating these people as though they were not the most terrifying clan under heaven.

On the other side, the Golden Crow Ninth Prince and Lu Ya had found themselves unable to escape either. They encountered enormous trouble — pursued by a full one hundred and eight divine arrows.

The arrows filled the sky in chaos; each one was dozens of miles long, shattering an entire expanse of sky. They flew without cease, and if they did not strike their target, they would continue flying for a prolonged period — extremely difficult to exhaust.

This was the Ten Thousand Calamities Bow — utterly terrifying. Now that Ye Fan could be spoken of in the same breath as Sacred Masters, the power it unleashed was incomparably greater than before, even more sharp and lethal in cutting down enemies.

Previously, the Golden Crow Ninth Prince had been blasted in half by Ye Fan’s Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist; by now the missing half had regenerated, but his vital energy was greatly depleted.

Ten Thousand Calamities Bow — a hundred arrows released at once, scattering heaven and earth into chaos. Over a hundred streaks of sword radiance dozens of miles long, woven together into a golden web of divine law, surrounding both of them, from which they could not break free.

“Ahh…”

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince cried out — shot through a second time, one arm shattered into golden bloody mist, fragmented bone falling. A wretched sight.

“Curse it all!” His hair flew in wild disarray. Since birth, he had never suffered this degree of injury, now struck with serious wounds one after another.

Lu Ya’s expression grew grave as well. After all, this was only a projection; he opened his mouth and let out a long cry, personally summoning the Golden Crow treasure banners — all eighty-one golden great banners snapping in the wind, blotting out the sky and sun.

The treasure banners spread wide, their golden divine light submerging the void, becoming eighty-one great gates that sealed off this space, blocking the divine arrows, manifesting a self-contained realm of freedom.

“Burn with true solar fire — reduce all things to nothing.” Lu Ya commanded.

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince followed suit, harmonizing with the Way to forge fire, entering a state of perfect void. True solar fire shone across all four directions, searing all things.

The eighty-one golden great banners rustled and flew, like pillars holding up the sky, pulling along eighty-one golden clouds opening the heavens, pulverizing everything in their path.

The hundred-plus divine arrows were stopped outside, unable to enter. These treasure banners were truly formidable — otherwise they could not, in years past, have allowed five peerless sect masters to perish wretchedly within them, their blood spattering the great banners.

“Breaking the void to make a cage — binding your own hands and feet.” In a single step, Ye Fan ascended to the highest sky. His comprehension of the Word of Travel had deepened, his speed growing ever swifter.

These eighty-one Golden Crow great banners could not stop him. He charged in alone to kill the two princes inside — his killing intent rampant, the blue sky trembling.

“Leave!” Lu Ya’s expression changed. This was simply not working — breaking the void to make a cage was nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst. The enemy could cross the banner wall as though walking through open, unguarded land.

This became a contest of speed. The two Golden Crow clansmen possessed extreme velocity — few in all the world could keep up, a racial advantage. If one were to speak of equals, only the heavenly ruk clan could compare, transcending the mortal realm entirely. Yet today, Ye Fan rapidly closed the distance, cutting off their path in the blink of an eye.

“What speed is this?!”

Not only were both Golden Crow princes astonished — even the other sect masters changed their expressions. One step to the highest sky, three steps to overtake Golden Crows — it was simply terrifying.

“I’ll go fight him directly — my true strength is not necessarily weaker than his.” The Golden Crow Ninth Prince’s expression turned savage. He refused to be killed in a rain of wild arrows, and wheeled around, wanting to fight to mutual destruction.

“Right now, I have no time to waste with you!” Ye Fan halted in the sky above, the Ten Thousand Calamities Bow in hand, shooting to kill.

The hundred-plus divine arrows from before surged forward as well, forming a breathtaking rainbow across the sky — five colors blazing upward in brilliant splendor, like stars after stars streaking across the cosmos.

“Ahh…” The Golden Crow Ninth Prince let out a great cry. With a supreme act of willpower, he forcibly crushed ninety of the divine arrows to powder and charged forward.

Yet in that process, he was struck by more than ten arrows — his body was practically blasted apart. He held himself together by forcibly using Golden Crow blood to seal his flesh, keeping himself from shattering.

“You, surnamed Ye…”

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince was drenched in blood from head to toe, more than ten gaping wounds bored clean through his body front and back — a harrowing sight. His hair hung wild and loose as he charged forward in a desperate bid to drag his enemy down with him.

Though his vital energy was greatly depleted, in a fight to the death, he had forcibly elevated all the ancestral crow energy throughout his body — and it was terrifying, possessing an unparalleled battle power.

High in the sky, one golden crow beat its wings against the heavens, transformed into an enormous bird form to battle Ye Fan. Feathers flew in all directions, golden blood scattered.

The crowd was astonished. The Golden Crow Ninth Prince truly possessed the power to slay Sacred Masters. Bearing such severe wounds, he was still this ferocious — still possessed of such terrifying battle power.

“Let this end — I’ll send you on your way!”

After a brief but fierce exchange, Ye Fan let out a thunderous roar. His entire body became like sacred metal — inch by inch crystalline, radiating ten thousand feet of radiance. He condensed all the divine arrows throughout the sky into a single golden war-lance that pierced through the clouds.

Wielding ten thousand pounds of momentum, both hands gripping the world-spanning golden war-lance, he plunged down from the boundless blue above. Compared to the golden lance, he appeared tiny — yet the force that swallowed mountains and rivers was all his, his jet-black hair flowing wild in reverse.

Pfft!

The golden lance tip struck like hitting soft mud — plunging into the skull of the enormous golden crow beating its wings against the heavens, burying itself through the top of its head with no resistance.

“Ahh…” The Golden Crow Ninth Prince let out his last anguished cry. The massive corpse was skewered by one enormous war-lance and plummeted downward, pinned into the Heavenwolf Howling Moon Platform below.

Blood stained the long sky red; countless golden feathers drifted through the air, each one soaked in blood. Corpses lay stretched out — one of the Golden Crow clan’s heirs had met his end atop Heavenwolf Mountain.

Powerful cultivators from every direction, supreme lords from ten orientations — all were stunned. A prince of the Golden Crow clan had been killed by someone — decisively and without mercy.

“Dead — a prince of illustrious renown who overawed the entire land, just like that — gone!” No one could suppress their shock and awe.

This would inevitably ignite a towering fury in the Golden Crow clan. It was a crime that could not be washed away by emptying the four seas. Every pair of eyes was now fixed upon Ye Fan.

“He actually dared strike!”

This enigmatic man — where had he come from? To dare raise his blade against a prince of the Golden Crow clan, and cut him down without mercy — what were his origins?

Heavenwolf Mountain erupted. Every gaze converged upon Ye Fan. Rising talents, heaven-blessed daughters — none could remain calm.

“What is the Sixth Prince Lu Ya doing?” People were baffled. They saw the Golden Crow drenched in blazing blood, his whole body on fire, roaring to the sky, forcibly driving all eighty-one golden great banners into his own body.

During the entire process of his younger brother being killed, his gaze had been cold, and he had not intervened at all — instead performing this very act, dissolving one ancestral crow golden feather to reinforce his own divine power.

“That is the divine feather of a great sage of the Golden Crow clan from remote antiquity — with a trace of sacred power remaining, and he has refined it into his own body!”

“Those eighty-one golden great banners — he melted them onto himself as though they were his own feathers!”

…

Lu Ya let out a long cry and shot skyward, lunging toward Ye Fan to kill him. Flight was pointless — the enemy’s speed was too fast.

“Ye Fan — I fight you with twenty percent of my battle power!”

His voice was like thunder rolling across the sky, causing the entire Heavenwolf Mountain range to tremble, rumbling and reverberating.

Lu Ya spread his wings and beat toward the sky, soaring up three thousand miles, his golden body like pure cast gold, looking down upon all under heaven — sending a chill through the hearts of many sect masters.

“So this is Lu Ya!”

Among the Golden Crow clan’s ten princes, each was a dragon among men, a king among demons; all could slay Sacred Masters. Of them, the sixth was the greatest — hailed as the future number-one figure of the demon race.

Now, as a projection with only twenty percent of his battle power, he was already comparable to a regional sect master. The awe he inspired was extreme — divine feathers flying through the air endlessly.

With eighty-one golden treasure banners refined into his body, the banners had become part of him. The arrows of the Ten Thousand Calamities Bow could no longer pierce him.

What followed was an intense and fierce great battle. This single thread of Lu Ya’s projection was not to be measured by ordinary standards — everything he displayed was the great divine power of remote antiquity.

“Ten Suns Rising Together!”

Ten rounds of sun ascended the sky. A vast wilderness manifested behind him — ten thousand beasts stampeding, great peaks swaying. Ten suns blazed horizontally across the sky, burning all things.

“Human King Seal!”

Ye Fan transformed into the progenitor lord of the human race, towering between heaven and earth. This was a battle between the human race and the Golden Crow clan — one great hand swept down, striking the ten suns from the sky, pulverizing the wilderness of antiquity.

Firelight flew and danced, drowning the long sky, burning the cosmos until it blazed a fiery red — like one great smelting furnace, reducing all things to nothing.

“Fusang, Ruler of the World!”

Lu Ya roared again. A golden ancient tree, wreathed in primordial chaos, illuminating heaven and earth — opening up a small world unto itself.

Ten thousand feet of golden radiance rose; a vast immortal tree grew, an endless cascade of golden leaves pouring down tens of thousands of streaks of divine radiance, pressing down upon Ye Fan.

“A sword leaning beyond the heavens — a bow hung upon the Fusang tree!”

Ye Fan let out a great roar. From between his brows shot a golden divine sword that slashed apart this small world, its energy piercing the Dipper and reaching beyond the sky.

The Ten Thousand Calamities Bow in his hand transformed into a surge of dazzling radiance, used as a weapon striking directly against the Fusang ancient tree — a tremendous crash resounding, ten million golden divine leaves scattering in disarray.

The two engaged in combat. Lu Ya’s methods were inexhaustible — all ancient secrets passed down from remote antiquity, astonishing the world.

“Demonic God Swallows the Heavens!” A divine figure of the demon race materialized at his back, towering between heaven and earth. A single hand blotted out the sky, bearing down upon Heavenwolf Mountain with crushing force.

“Ten Thousand Ages, One Breath — Transforming the Blue Sky!” He transformed one breath into the blue sky itself, supreme above the entire land, intending to refine Ye Fan into nothing.

…

Lu Ya’s methods came wave after wave, each ancient technique more astonishing than the last — yet in the end it was only a projection. Ye Fan broke through them all, one by one.

“Ahh…”

Lu Ya let out a great cry. The expenditure of divine power had been too immense, and the eighty-one golden great banners refined into his body began to break free, tearing out with great splashes of blood.

“Let this end!” Ye Fan roared.

Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!

This peerless fist art was unleashed — energy swallowing mountains and rivers, overawing all of heaven and earth. Ye Fan charged forward like a divine demon, collapsing everything in his path.

Lu Ya let out a wretched cry. The lower half of his body disappeared — blasted clean away. Golden blood sprayed outward.

Ye Fan let out a roar, ascending to the sky in a single step. He seized what remained of Lu Ya’s upper half and tore it apart into two pieces — blood soaking the air, dripping everywhere.