“What?! It is you — the Holy Physique! And this horde from the Southern Mountain Range — all of them deserve to die!” The Wang Family was enraged. Great elites mobilized in vast numbers, flying into the sky, driving their war weapons.
They had never imagined that Ye Fan would dare to so boldly confront an ancient hereditary family — the entire Wang Family had despised him, desired his elimination at every waking moment — and yet here he was, bringing the battle straight to their doorstep.
But they were also shaken. These barbarian warriors were simply too powerful. Tens of thousands moving at once — a true army of tigers and wolves, a host of undefeatable battle-crazed fighters.
Blood energy flooded the sky, war energy surged with force, men shouted and beasts bellowed — like a host of reincarnated primal war gods. Everywhere they passed, the earth cracked and mountains collapsed. Any number of suspended divine islands had already been destroyed.
Tens of thousands of warriors roaring and howling — some swinging great clubs, some wielding massive axes, some leveling long spears. Their destructive power was staggering. Blood petals blossomed one after another, and nothing could withstand them.
“Fight! Fight until the sky runs red with blood — fight until we break open the dawn that all long for! Let the Wang Family be erased from this world forever!” Ye Fan shouted.
“Kill!” Behind Ye Fan, in the contingent of barbarian warriors he led, there were no fewer than two-digit numbers of great elites — every one of them like a hot-blooded madman, roaring and hurling themselves into the slaughter.
“Destroy the Wang Family! Avenge our tribespeople! Avenge the fallen children of the wilderness! Overturn this so-called immortal lineage!” Ten thousand men roared together — so stunning a sight that the sky itself seemed to buckle.
“Damn, these wild folk are truly admirable — not a single one of them afraid to die. Even I’m getting swept up in it.” Even Li Tian felt his blood ignite, charging into battle alongside them.
The Wang Family responded swiftly. Countless powerful fighters surged into the sky, and from the deepest reaches of the clan, a holy weapon stirred to life — a terrifying aura pierced outward from afar.
“Since ancient times, no one has ever dared to attack our Wang Family like this — you will pay in blood!” An aged voice bellowed.
To charge into an ancient hereditary family with endless iron cavalry — this was an unprecedented feat in a hundred thousand years. The Wang Family’s people were nearly stupefied — and yet filled with blazing fury.
The sky ran with blood. Battle cries rang everywhere. Every direction blazed with the light of blades and weapons. Two ancient lineages locked in a melee of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Blood sprayed. Bodies fell. It was savagely brutal — no words could adequately capture it. Ye Fan drove toward the front. He returned the Goddess Furnace to Li Tian and Yan Yixi, letting them use it to intimidate the enemy.
The power of such a weapon was truly terrifying beyond measure, but the divine energy it consumed was equally immense. Unless one were a sage, no one could wield it in sustained combat for long. Mostly it served to counter the enemy’s holy weapons and as a deterrent — its role in actual close-quarter killing was far less than its role in threatening.
Ye Fan drove into the enemy’s ranks and bellowed: “All Wang Family members come die! I, Ye Fan, have slaughtered my way to this place today — what can you do to me?!”
“Kill him — cut down every last one of them!” The Wang Family’s great elites mobilized fully, pressing toward the western gate in great numbers. By this point everyone had gone red-eyed. Words were useless now — only fighting to the death remained!
Either the Wang Family would be exterminated, or every last member of the barbarian side would die in battle. There was no other outcome. Having reached this point, one side had to be annihilated.
For the Wang Family, there was no retreat. The enemy had broken through the ancient sage’s formation and charged inside — they had no choice but to fight to the end.
A figure appeared — long sleeves flowing, moving with the sinuous agility of a serpent and the leaping power of an ape — extremely nimble, closing in on Ye Fan rapidly.
This was one of the Wang Family’s foremost figures — extremely high in seniority — one foot nearly through the threshold of the “Three Cuttings of the Immortal Dao.” He was a full three thousand years of age, with eyes like golden orbs and hair turning yellow — the characteristic marks of extreme longevity and overflowing blood energy in the very old.
Given time, this was a fearsome figure with the potential to break through into the realm of kings. He came surging at Ye Fan — serpentine movement and crane strikes, tiger pounces and antelope leaps.
Every one of his movements was strange and unpredictable. Every strike was plain in appearance yet terrifyingly effective, bringing great pressure even to Ye Fan.
This was unquestionably someone who had broken through six or seven forbidden domains — naturally powerful enough to be truly formidable. At one moment he moved like an old serpent, at another like a raging ape, then like a crane, then again like a gazelle — trackless and without pattern.
Crack! Bang!
Ye Fan faced off against him, his heart filled with surprise. Ancient hereditary families were indeed not lacking in elite fighters. This old man was extremely powerful — every strike carried the glimmer of Dao traces, concealing within it a terrifying art of slaughter.
The two engaged fiercely. Those around them could barely find an opening to join in. In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged more than a hundred moves — their speeds both extraordinary.
The yellow-haired elder swept his great sleeves, drifting like an exiled immortal one moment, then ferocious and precise as a lone wolf the next — fierce and accurate.
“Everyone attack! Kill him!” Other Wang Family great elites tried to force their way in, seeking to join the attack on Ye Fan.
A group of wild men roared loudly. Among them, more than a dozen great elites with bare arms, muscles gleaming bronze, swung stone axes to hold them off — driven to the peak of battle madness, blood energy bursting from them, wild hair flying.
Ye Fan and this fearsome elder finally reached a conclusion. He unleashed one hundred and eight consecutive punches — two golden fists shattering the void.
Crack!
The yellow-haired elder’s arms went into spasms. Bones cracked open. Even with only a force-at-a-distance clash, divine power colliding without direct contact, he still sustained severe injuries.
And throughout this process, Ye Fan had been absorbing and refining the elder’s technique — he had grasped the essence of those Dao traces, and now himself moved with serpentine grace and crane strikes, tiger pounces and antelope leaps. This, he realized, was a form of Beast King Boxing.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan delivered a crane strike — palm like a crane’s beak, meeting the elder’s desperate final blow — then leaped with the agility of an ape. With a wet crack, he tore the elder’s head clean from his body. A surge of blood shot high into the air.
“Ninth Great-Uncle!”
Behind them, many Wang Family members cried out, shouting the name aloud — clearly Ye Fan had just cut down an extremely important and significant figure.
“Kill!”
The Wang Family surged in from all sides, every one of them closing in to attack Ye Fan, many having slaughtered their way to red-eyed madness.
“Who the hell is afraid of who? Let’s fight!” Li Tian charged in alongside them, throwing himself into the great battle.
By now, even the free and easy Yan Yixi — normally so elegant in bearing — was drenched in blood-soaked white robes, charging through the enemy’s ranks, facing down life and death, one bloom of blood after another bursting open around her.
“Who’s afraid?!” Ye Fan laughed coldly. As the Sacred Body, the one thing he feared least was this kind of melee. He expanded his Golden Sacred Domain — and it became like a great grinding machine, slaughtering forward, invincible in all directions.
At the western gate position, shattered bones and bloody flesh flew without stop. The battle reached its most intense heat. Ye Fan was the spearhead, killing at the very forefront — wherever he passed, casualties were beyond counting.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan brought down a great golden palm imprint. Not even a great elite could withstand it — without so much as a groan, the target’s body was smashed apart and reduced to a pile of bloody pulp.
Hum!
Then from his mouth, he uttered a single soft sound — the “Om” syllable — transforming it through the “Dou” word secret into the Buddhist six-syllable true mantra. The sound of fundamental origin rang out, and the vault of heaven shattered.
This was Buddhism’s supreme secret technique. Cultivated to its highest level, it embodied the universe’s great wisdom, great perseverance, and great compassion — with the power to open the skies and split the earth, capable of subduing the divine spirits of the heavens.
“Ahh…!”
Before him, countless cultivators cried out in agony. Swath after swath of powerful fighters shattered apart. Even great elite-level figures were torn in four directions and apart under this divine sound. Not one of them could resist.
One shout from Ye Fan, and the sky before him turned to a blood-red ruin. Countless people were reduced to powder, dissolved into blood mist — an utterly terrifying scene.
To the west, with Ye Fan as the killing deity at the very forefront, assaulting without mercy, the pace of advance was extraordinarily swift. The Wang Family’s losses were catastrophic.
At this moment, the barbarian tribe’s terrifying combat power was on full display without reservation. As ten thousand iron cavalry moved together, the blood light surging from each one’s crown merged into a single whole, enveloping the entire army.
Blood energy swirled about them. They were as though bathed in the blood of the primal war gods — fearless in their advance, fused into one unified whole, able to draw upon each other’s strength — becoming an indivisible ten-thousand-man cavalry unit, pushing forward in synchronized coordination.
This was a sight of incomparable power — ten thousand people unified as one, charging and killing together. Where there were gods, they slew gods. Where there were Buddhas, they executed Buddhas.
In the sky, suspended sacred mountain peaks and floating islands collapsed one after another. Wherever the barbarian war front advanced, nothing could withstand it — all was destroyed.
The Wang Family’s powerful fighters had died and fallen injured without count. There had been a force of a thousand elite warriors — brave and fearless, with great elite-level figures among them — but when the ten thousand iron cavalry swept through, every one of them was trampled into bloody mud.
Hum!
Suddenly, from ahead came a fearsome vibration. One after another, ancient war chariots surged into the sky, gleaming with cold metallic light — eerie and bone-chilling.
No fewer than a thousand war chariots blocked the path forward, every one of them covered in blade marks and arrow holes — baptized in the fires of countless battles, bearing the marks of time.
The war chariots rolled with a thunderous roar, grinding across the high sky. A thousand ancient war chariots charged forward — the entire vault of heaven shaking, as though the heavens of ten thousand ages were about to be crushed.
In one-on-one combat, these powerful war chariots lacked flexibility — but now, facing ten thousand iron cavalry, they unleashed a terrifying divine power beyond all measure. Massed together, they crushed heaven and earth and came thundering forward — a force of assault no one could withstand, destroying everything that stood before them.
Men shouted and beasts screamed!
The barbarian iron cavalry suffered great losses. They came charging in, and when they collided with these colossal juggernauts, they went down like wheat being cut — life after life extinguished, blood petal after blood petal blooming.
More than ten great elites drove the thousand-odd ancient war chariots, every one of them imprinted with fearsome Dao markings. Massed together, they were like a metal beast that devoured life. The sky became a slaughterhouse of asuras.
Lives lit like fireworks — brief blossoms of radiance, eternal death. Blood streamed. Bodies piled in heap after heap and plummeted to the earth.
Battle was this brutal. No words could capture it — the earth below could no longer be seen for the corpses. This was a blood-soaked sky.
To topple an ancient hereditary family without casualties — that was nothing but a fairy tale, an impossibility in reality. What had to be endured was the ruthless cruelty of blood and bone.
Thousands of enormous ancient war chariots were like grinding machines, harvesting the lives of barbarian warriors swath by swath. They quickly came to a halt and adjusted formation.
Ye Fan’s whole body was drenched in blood, fighting with desperate force. Alone in the sea of people, he had cut his way to the very front. Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist blazed out — he shattered one after another of the fearsome war chariots that rose like hills before him.
This threw the Wang Family into great chaos, halting their assault. The barbarian iron cavalry pulled back and began to regroup.
“Divine Arrow Technique!”
An elder of the barbarian tribe bellowed — a master archer of three thousand years’ age, a terrifying presence at the living fossil level.
The remaining cavalry — fewer than ten thousand — fell into a solemn silence. Not one of them feared death. If anything, they had grown harder and more resolute — every single one of them unslung their bows, drew them back, and nocked arrows.
This was one of the required secret techniques of the barbarian tribe — known as one of the certain-kill great techniques.
Now, from the crown of each person’s head, the blood energy surged higher than before. They were completely submerged in a fearsome blood mist. Every hundred barbarian warriors took aim at one ancient war chariot — releasing a terrifying arrow imbued with their whole life-essence and spirit. Every one of them had blood boiling in battle-fire.
Boom!
More than ten thousand ancient barbarian divine arrows were loosed simultaneously. Boundless blood energy merged into one. Every arrow joined with every other, and when they burst forth, mountains and rivers cracked apart.
Nearby, every island, every mountain range — all of them went whomp whomp whomp — reduced to fine powder, destroyed in an instant under this divine power.
Boom!
Many of the enormous war chariots were shot to pieces outright — torn into four directions. Half of the great elites were shot dead, meeting their end here.
“Divine Arrow Technique!”
The elder bellowed once more. Every person drew their bows and nocked arrows again, unleashing another round of terrifying slaughter. The ancient barbarian divine arrows pierced the sky, shattering more than a hundred additional ancient war chariots to dust.
And at this moment, Ye Fan also drew out the Myriad Calamities Bow. He had not cultivated the divine arrow technique, but the golden sacred arrows he loosed with his matchless physical body were even more fearsome.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Fan, one arrow to one target — pouring the full power of his divine energy into each shot — consecutively killed six great elites. The scene left everyone stunned.
He was like a demon king incarnate — black hair soaked in blood, body covered in gore — yet radiating ten thousand zhang of brilliant light, throwing the Wang Family’s powerful fighters into complete disarray.
“Those who stand in my way will die!” Ye Fan roared — the sound amplified by the Buddhist “Om” true mantra — shaking the heavens and splitting the sky.
Before him, another wave of mass collapse. Swath after swath of powerful fighters were reduced to powder, dissolved into blood mist. A great expanse of blood-colored sky opened up.
The assault on the ancient hereditary family — the battle reaching its most ferocious intensity. In the distance, ancient holy weapons were already clashing. Bones piled into mountains. Blood flowed in rivers everywhere.
“A fully-realized King!” From the distance, a cry of terror rang out. A fearsome aura of power shook through everything. By this point in the battle — a peerless figure had appeared.