“Again!” That sound was like a demonic curse — every member of the Golden Crow Clan shuddered from head to toe.

Whoom… The third arrow was finally loosed — still dozens of miles in length — it pierced through the clouds and upward, trailing a shrill and piercing wail in its wake.

Upon the arrow’s body, one stripe after another manifested — heaven and earth resonated in harmony — for Ye Fan had branded it with the mark of the Dao, the embodiment of his very intent!

This arrow was aimed at the Third Golden Crow Prince — spanning hundreds of miles as it tore through the sky — auspicious Dao-seals descended from above, brilliant radiances billowed and surged, the vast heavens rumbled and reverberated like roaring thunder, and the spectacle was deeply unsettling.

The Third Golden Crow Prince was an extraordinarily powerful and brilliant young talent. He dispersed his vital energy in a single breath, activated the Golden Crow Evasion Technique, and transformed into a mass of golden clouds — evading this lethal strike.

Everyone else released a long breath of relief. At least the third prince had not been shot down, for otherwise the scene would have been far too horrifying to bear.

“The same arrow technique — do you think you can use it consecutively?! Dissolve him for me — spare no cost — ignite every last altar!” The Third Golden Crow Prince’s eyes turned sinister and cold as he issued the loud command, his voice brimming with killing intent.

Whoom…

The demonic sound returned — a streak dozens of miles long — shooting back at even greater speed, a sight to astound the world and shake the heavens.

“Watch out!”

“No — Third Prince!”

The two elders of the Golden Crow Clan cried out, their eyes wide with anguish, every hair on their bodies standing on end — yet by then, it was already too late.

Thud!

The divine rainbow dozens of miles in length flew back and pierced through the back of the Third Golden Crow Prince’s skull — carrying his corpse forward more than a hundred miles before it detonated, sending shards of stone and fragments of bone spraying in every direction.

This arrow had not only been imbued with all of Ye Fan’s divine power — it also bore the brand of his inextinguishable will, engraved with the divine intent of his Dao comprehension, refusing to cease until the enemy was slain.

When the divine arrow returned, it had swallowed up the vital energy of all ten directions — making it even more fearsome than the moment it left the Myriad Calamity Bow — for it was Ye Fan’s will that directed every motion.

Yet another prince of the Golden Crow Clan had been shot down — cleanly, decisively, without the slightest suspense — and it sent a chill through every single member of the Golden Crow Clan to their very core.

Boom!

Every last sacrificial altar ignited. The Golden Crow Clan had been driven to a frenzy of red-eyed desperation — willing to sacrifice everything — setting all of the ancient sacrificial altars ablaze, intending to bury Ye Fan in the same destruction.

Upon Ye Fan’s shoulder, the young child was quietly sobbing — his bright eyes brimming with tears, a pitiful sight — both small hands reaching down toward the sea below. Though he was already hundreds of feet above the surface, he still strained to grasp at something, crying in grief: “Uncle Jiang…”

Ye Fan had chosen not to seal the child inside the cauldron — he wanted him to witness what true battle looked like. The road ahead of this child was destined to be rough and treacherous. He could not be raised like a hothouse flower.

“To grow, to become strong — that is the finest tribute and offering you can give to Uncle Jiang.” Ye Fan ruffled the boy’s hair gently as he said these words.

Then his eyes turned cold once more. He raised the bow again and nocked another arrow, training the divine rainbow upon his final target — the Seventh Golden Crow Prince.

Of the ten great princes, five had come here today, and he intended to shoot them down one by one, leaving none of them any chance of escape.

“Quickly — ignite the ancient divine formation, block him!” The elders of the Golden Crow Clan shouted frantically, while the Seventh Prince had already taken flight and was fleeing for his life at full speed, putting as much distance between himself and the ancient formation as possible.

“It’s useless. You will not escape today!” Ye Fan’s voice was ice-cold, reverberating across the ink-black sea and stirring the entire ocean into furious waves that crashed all the way up to the high heavens.

Activating the Character Art for Movement, he pierced through one layer of restriction after another, standing alone high above the heavens — drawing the bow and nocking the arrow, the posture of a full moon — his entire being radiant as a blazing sun, drawing upon the vital energy of the nine heavens.

Hiss!

The final arrow was loosed. The Seventh Golden Crow Prince had already transformed into a massive golden divine bird and flown more than a hundred miles away — yet even so he could not escape the catastrophe of his own death.

Thud!

An arrow pierced through his skull. He let out a shrill and agonized scream as golden feathers erupted in all directions — golden blood bloomed and scattered like brilliant mist in the heavens, dyeing the entire sky.

The enormous golden bird’s corpse — like a crumbling mountain — split into four and fell apart, plunging into the depths of the black sea below, sending wave after wave of massive swells surging skyward.

“Ahhh…”

The two elders of the Golden Crow Clan cried out. Their fury shot through the nine tiers of heaven — this was deep and irreversible hatred — the shared wrath of an entire clan.

On this day, the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Seventh, and Eighth Golden Crow Princes had all been slain — all fallen within a single day — and news of this would surely shake the entire world.

The ten princes of the Golden Crow Clan each possessed boundless magical power and looked down upon all under heaven — they had been spoken of as a glorious legend, a sign of the clan’s supreme flourishing.

Yet in a single day, all of it had been shattered. Five Golden Crow Princes had died by one person’s hand in the span of a single day — becoming an undying stain of shame and humiliation.

At the same time, it went without saying that this would forge an unparalleled reputation for the Ye-surnamed youth — drawing the bow to shoot the golden crows, felling five suns within a single day — this would become the stuff of legend.

Treading forward upon the bones of the Golden Crow Clan’s heirs and successors — becoming the focal point of the entire world’s gaze, the center of universal attention, with every laurel and halo converging upon him alone — this outcome had already been made clear.

The elders of the Golden Crow Clan were consumed by a hatred that bordered on madness. The Ye-surnamed youth had built his own legend upon the corpses of the clan’s most gifted talents — the mere thought of it drove them to the edge of sanity, their hearts bleeding inwardly.

“He cannot be allowed to leave alive! Even if it means mutual annihilation — even if everyone here dies — he must be eliminated!” The two elderly golden crows steeled themselves with murderous resolve.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Dozens of sacrificial altars ignited, transforming into towering infernos of raging flame, within which lay boundless killing intent. Thousands upon thousands of golden crows cried out in unison — gold light flashing brilliantly, wings beating skyward — and the entire area became a golden sea.

The ancient killing formation had revealed its most terrifying face. Ten thousand crows took flight as one, spreading their wings to fill the heavens, swallowing and exhaling killing aura — this place had become an ocean of gold.

“So it has come to a battle to the death?!” Ye Fan advanced step by step, ascending skyward with an expression of absolute composure. He glanced at the poor young child still weeping on his shoulder and said: “Rest for a little while.”

What lay ahead would be a brutal and bloody battle — he had no intention of letting the child watch, for there was a limit to what was appropriate. Letting him witness the previous fighting had already been enough.

Too much bloodshed — scenes of rivers running with blood that were too horrifying — truly were not suitable for such a young child, and would not serve him well in the long run.

Ye Fan waved his hand gently, and the pitiful little infant fell into a deep sleep. Even in his dreams he could be heard calling out for the old servant, two trails of crystalline tears still glistening on his small face.

Ye Fan poured a few mouthfuls of divine spring water into the child’s mouth to sustain him, then sealed him within the Jade Purity Vase and began to prepare himself for the blood battle ahead.

“You slew our clansmen, you killed our princes — how shall such a humiliation be repaid?!” One of the elderly golden crows roared, rallying the morale of their forces.

“Blood must be repaid with blood! Subject him to the supreme punishment of our Golden Crow Clan — let him endure thirty-six thousand golden feather blades — sliced and carved over three years and six months — and grind his divine soul to dust with a millstone, forever imprisoned in the depths of the Infernal Hell!”

Over a hundred elite warriors of the Golden Crow Clan roared in unison, all of them pushed to the brink of savage frenzy. The formation sealed the heavens, sword cries shrieked, ghosts wailed and gods howled!

“Kill!”

“Slay his living soul, destroy his mortal body — wash away the shame of our Golden Crow Clan!”

The Golden Crow Clan went mad. Every last member roared together as one, their voices shaking heaven and earth — the entire Northern Sea was on the verge of boiling over.

In the distance, cultivators heard the sound faintly and their expressions changed dramatically — witnessing the wailing of ghosts and gods ahead, the sky draped in mournful clouds, as though every layer of heaven had descended — every last one of them fled far away.

Ye Fan looked upon this towering display of fighting spirit and said nothing more. Activating the Character Art for Movement to break through the restrictions, he charged directly into the heavens — the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist swinging into motion — and in an instant a twilight of fallen gods erupted outward, with the laments of divine beings ringing out and all manner of extraordinary phenomena manifesting.

Boom!

The might of this single punch contained every last trace of Ye Fan’s vitality, spirit, and mind — it was the sublimation of his Dao power, utterly unstoppable — the fruit of four years of cultivation!

“Ahhh…”

From the unleashing of that single punch’s might, more than ten of the ancient burning sacrificial altars before him were pulverized — the savage and domineering aura crashing forward like a tide battering the shore, shattering boulders and parting clouds, blanketing everything in every direction.

Ye Fan charged through this ancient killing formation — carving out a bloodstained path across the sky!

The might of that single punch caused more than forty elite warriors of the Golden Crow Clan to fall — every one of them obliterated in the void, perishing together with the altars they served.

With a single execution of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, Ye Fan shattered the confidence of the Golden Crow Clan and crushed their fighting spirit. The remaining seventy or eighty individuals all fell silent — not a single one continuing to clamor and shout.

“When you slaughtered the descendants of the Human Clan’s Sacred Emperor, did you feel anything like this? You speak of repaying blood with blood — the words ring very beautifully. I stand right here. Come at me — all of you, at once!”

Ye Fan stood calm and unmoved, his body dotted with flecks of blood — yet not a single drop belonged to him, every last bit the remnant of enemies he had slain.

“Kill!”

“He cannot be allowed to leave alive! In a single day he drew the bow and shot down five of our princes — this is the supreme humiliation of our entire clan!”

The two elderly golden crows screamed until their voices broke, their golden hair flying wild and loose as they howled toward the heavens.

Once word spread, the Golden Crow Clan would never be able to hold their heads up again — their celebrated reputation would come crashing down — while this Ye-surnamed youth who had advanced by treading upon the bones of the Golden Crow Clan was bound to shake all of heaven and earth with his name.

“Very well then — come and kill!” Ye Fan’s voice was flat and even, yet a scent of blood emanated from it, laden with an absolute and unyielding killing aura.

Clang clang…

In the sky, sword radiances rang out sharply — an uncountable number of divine swords shooting forth — along with thousands upon thousands of golden crows beating their wings and transforming into streams of golden light that bore down on Ye Fan.

This was the ancient killing formation’s sacrificial altars burning and releasing their most fearsome power. Had any supreme Cult Master been in his position, they would likely have met their end here.

Yet Ye Fan possessed the Character Art for Movement. Though this divine formation posed a grave threat to him, by this point in his life, it was hard pressed to actually cut him down.

He had observed the old madman execute this secret art — already touching upon the domain of time. Ye Fan himself had spent more than four years comprehending the Dao at the Eye of the Northern Sea — one could say he had refined this art to an extraordinarily deep level, and few ancient formations could trap or slay him now.

Boom!

Ye Fan struck without mercy — the Heaven-Flipping Seal lashed out — and more than ten powerful members of the Golden Crow Clan ahead were turned to pulp, including six who had been half a step from attaining the level of a great master. The so-called killing formation could not stop him.

“Summon the Golden Crow Ancient Great Sage!”

Both elders roared in unison. Their bodies grew incorporeal and translucent, as though merging with the Dao itself, fusing together with the tens of thousands of golden crows within the formation — transforming into two far more terrifying Ancestral Crows, their brilliance illuminating all of heaven and earth.

The two ancient Ancestral Crows radiated ten thousand zhang of golden light, ranging freely across heaven and earth, swinging force enough to level billions of catties — their battle with Ye Fan causing the Northern Sea to boil and nearly run dry!

This place became a scene of ghosts wailing and gods howling — every last elite warrior of the Golden Crow Clan pressing forward — joining the great battle against Ye Fan, turning this entire stretch of sky into a bloodstained world.

How long the battle lasted, none could say — every ancient altar had crumbled to pieces — countless golden feathers drifted and danced, blood filled the heavens in every direction, and the surface of the sea had turned crimson.

Corpse after corpse plunged downward. The Golden Crow Clan suffered destruction upon destruction until every last member had perished, all slain — blood staining the long sky.

In this one engagement, Ye Fan single-handedly fought over a hundred elite warriors of the Golden Crow Clan — among them no shortage of great masters, senior elders, and the future heirs of the Golden Crow Clan — and cut down every last one!

This was a heaven and earth drenched in blood. Ye Fan was covered from head to toe in crimson — unleashing a great massacre — his single battle shaking the entire Northern Sea!

One could only imagine how terrifying the aftermath of this battle would be — one could already anticipate something of the storm it would unleash once news spread in the days to come.

Yi Tiande, the Divine Maiden Yi Qingwu, Lu Ya — every elite cultivator throughout the entire world would surely be shaken to their core.