The bloody Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range echoed with ghostly wails and divine howls—a hellish requiem was already playing, torrential blood rain pouring down like a mortal inferno.
Chirping ghostly cries and howling wails echoed through the black mountains; no one knew how many had died, human life cheaper than grass, falling wave after wave.
At the center of the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range, cries of slaughter shook the heavens, but the outside world could see nothing at all. Vast killing intent mixed with chaos, forming a sea of slaughter that sealed off the central region, chilling to the bone.
Within the battlefield, things were far more terrifying than anyone could have imagined—it had become a hellscape, one powerful cultivator after another perishing, white bone fragments stained with blood, shocking to behold.
The Primordial Beginning Killing Formation was unmatched, all nine standing together, sweeping out beam after beam of killing light, cutting down enemies in all directions—corpse after corpse falling, cultivator after cultivator slain, turning into mist of blood.
The black broken mountains connected together, each one covered in blood and shattered bone, a thick layer of it, shocking to see, chilling anyone who glanced at it—not a single intact body remained.
And all this continued, the battle far from over, the slaughter still ongoing—everyone had gone red-eyed with bloodlust, making peace utterly impossible; only a fight to the death remained.
“Ahh…” one Realm Lord of the Human Realm cried out. The hope of the ancient assassin sect—the Divine Son—had died, his primordial spirit pinned through by a divine arrow, his body shattered so violently that the Realm Lord roared in fury, yet could do nothing about it.
“Deploy the Human Realm Killing Formation!” another Realm Lord roared, unable to flee even though trapped within the killing formation, forced to fight desperately.
Three Realm Lords of the Human Realm were present, each commanding their subordinates, forming their sect-protecting great formation, an aura of slaughter spreading, the entire world growing hazy as they tried to forcibly tear open a corner to break through.
But it was still useless, all in vain—before the nine Primordial Beginning formation patterns, they were like moths throwing themselves into flame, blood flowing freely, falling one after another, corpses piling up in swaths.
Ye Fan stood at the center, facing enemies from all ten directions alone, wielding the Ten-Thousand-Sorrows Bow, continuously shooting them down, one arrow one kill—this was a terrifying deterrent, specifically targeting the strongest experts.
“Ahh…”
A Realm Lord cried out; under the pressure of forty-nine light arrows, his defenses were finally broken through, an arrow piercing his temple, bringing with it a great gush of blood as he toppled over sideways, never to rise again, turning into a pile of broken corpse on the spot.
The power of the Primordial Beginning Killing Formation transformed into divine arrows, their killing power unmatched—even Dao-severing monarchs found them hard to withstand!
“Woo woo…”
The Monkey swung his great club, sweeping through thousands of troops; thousands of assassins were crushed into mincemeat by the jet-black iron club, letting out a chorus of screams as they died unnatural deaths.
Duan De did not kill; he focused wholeheartedly on operating the Heaven-Devouring Demon Cover, shielding it above the group’s heads, blocking the occasional stray laws and killing beams that flew their way.
“Kill!”
Hell’s forces charged in as well, with all four Hell Wardens arriving in person, leading a cloud of experts, boundless and endless, everywhere—yet corpses kept falling nonstop.
Once the killing formation activated, even the greatest hero in the world who entered would be forced to crouch down, utterly helpless—any resistance from these people only increased the casualties.
“In the past, we were fellow assassin sects, yet you betrayed and forsook loyalty, casting the Heavenly Court into the abyss, trampling it mercilessly, your conduct too dark and vile—let us repay it in blood.”
Ye Fan activated the golden scepter, transforming it into a golden dragon that swept across, broken bones and blood mingling together, bloody corpses piling into mountains, falling in swaths.
The Heavenly Court’s number-one killing weapon had revived, its power nearly unstoppable, covering countless assassins below—this was a great bloody massacre.
“And now, the Heavenly Court has been reborn from the ashes, becoming a true Divine Court, different from before—yet you have come again, wanting to eliminate me. Then all of you shall be destroyed!”
Ye Fan stood at the center of the formation platform, both hands moving, guiding the Heavenly Court’s scepter. Empowered by the Primordial Beginning Killing Formation, it shone brilliantly, and wherever it passed, everything turned crimson red, nothing else remaining!
“Ahh…”
The other two Realm Lords of the Human Realm cried out, their bodies cracking apart without any suspense, turning into two clouds of blood mist, and the people around them shattered as well, the scene unspeakably horrific.
“Boom!”
The Heavenly Court’s scepter shook, and the endless experts brought by the Human Realm’s three factions were all slain, turning into blood and bone, fresh blood drenching the black mountainside below in crimson.
Finally, the Heavenly Court’s scepter turned back, plunging into Hell, where the four Hell Wardens and their subordinates were located. Having lost their legendary sacred weapon, they were like wolfhounds that had lost their claws and fangs.
This was a massacre—golden light swept through, shrill screams unending, Hell’s death-song resounding, this was the demon king’s banquet, singing its hymn of praise.
The four mighty Hell Wardens died unnatural deaths, their bones reduced to fragments—beneath the Heavenly Court’s number-one killing weapon, there was not the slightest hope of survival.
How lamentable—they had cultivated for three thousand years, proving their Dao through killing, finally welcoming the great era of changing heavenly law, having painstakingly severed the Dao after countless hardships, yet unable to escape this calamity, ultimately dying by the very means they had lived by.
And as for the disciples and followers behind them, there was even less to say—all turned to fragments, countless people cut down together, all perishing.
The people of the two great ancient assassin sects were wiped out; the number of people atop this broken mountain range suddenly dropped by more than half, growing noticeably quieter all at once, even the battle cries weakening.
The scene atop the broken mountain was hair-raising, unbearable to witness—broken bones, severed limbs, heads… blood soaked everything, a yin wind howling.
Ye Fan stood atop the central formation platform, sweeping his gaze over everyone present, then looked up at the heavens, saying: “Now it’s your turn!”
Above, there was a ten-thousand-foot-long golden crocodile, and a demonic shadow taller than the broken mountains—these were the greatest enemies he intended to eliminate this time.
“So this is what the sages have been searching for—the ancient star. Truly beyond expectation—they left behind so much. The formation patterns here are this terrifying.”
The demonic voice rumbled like thunder, echoing through the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range. The ten-thousand-foot-long golden crocodile circled, struggling to make its way through the killing formation, about to dive down.
“Clang!”
Various beams of killing light rose together, several formations unleashing their power simultaneously. Ye Fan dared not underestimate such a being in the slightest—a strand of his divine sense had traveled across the starry void together with it; over twenty-some years cultivating to this level—just thinking about it was enough to unsettle anyone.
Not far away, atop another formation platform, the Black Hound shivered, saying: “Fortunately it’s just a primordial spirit that has grown, not its true body—otherwise we’d be in real trouble. Worthy of being called an extraterritorial deity!”
“Is it really that strong? What rank is it?” Pang Bo asked from the side.
“Its true body is likely beyond estimation. Since it possesses the methods of an extraterritorial divine lineage, it’s certainly not easy to deal with.” the Black Emperor said gravely.
“Who cares what it is—all twelve killing formations, activate together, kill!” Pang Bo shouted fiercely.
“Kill!”
Ye Fan, Pang Bo, the Black Emperor, and the others jointly activated the twelve formation platforms; strands of the Primordial Beginning Emperor’s killing intent surged skyward, shattering all the blood mist.
“Clang!” “Clang!”…
Killing intent crisscrossed, chaos surging forth, countless sword-intents slashing horizontally, hacking that golden crocodile until it bled profusely, nearly shattered.
Its body faded, transforming into a form slightly taller than a man, unleashing an unheard-of secret technique, carving out a starry expanse, trying to forcibly separate the void.
“Useless. This is an Emperor’s killing formation—no technique works against it.” the Black Emperor said, relieved, then gave a bark and started working hard to capture the Bull King, binding it with order chains, shouting: “Submit, my mount! Follow beside the great Black Emperor, and your future will be filled with brilliance!”
The barbaric bull roared—how could it possibly submit? Its bovine might shook the ears; it bellowed angrily, saying that without the formation patterns, it could kick the Black Hound to death with a single hoof.
“Boom!”
The ten-thousand-foot crocodile transformed into human form, magnificent radiance surrounding it, a chanting sound rising around it, as if three thousand golden-bodied arhats were reciting sutras.
A golden ancient temple rose and sank, shielding it within, blocking many beams of killing light. Various ancient talismans appeared, covering the temple, resisting the killing radiance.
“This is a Buddhist forbidden weapon!” the Black Emperor had to focus his attention on it once more.
So-called forbidden weapons could only be used a few times before being destroyed, yet possessed inexplicably formidable power—the divine treasures within could only be refined by world-shaking great religions.
This forbidden weapon was quite unique—a golden ancient temple, various Dao patterns flowing densely across its surface, with astonishing defensive power, radiating an aura of solemn sanctity.
The sound of chanting resounded through heaven and earth, as if a Buddha resided at the temple’s center giving teachings, with countless Buddhist followers making pilgrimage below, chanting sutras and prostrating in worship.
It had to be said, this golden crocodile was extremely powerful. At this moment it had transformed into a deity, standing at the center of the ancient temple, with corpses of bodhisattvas and arhats beneath its feet, five-colored blood dripping down.
This was an extraordinary sight, representing events from bygone years, causing Ye Fan a moment of realization—when he had once fought Li Xiaoman and Hua Yunfei, he had seen this before too; it seemed this was what the Crocodile Ancestor had once done back then, truly powerful indeed.
“Incredible—this crocodile, though suppressed by Shakyamuni, has combined that with Buddhist teachings to comprehend an extraordinary Dao.” Duan De exclaimed in shock.
“It’s not the true body—no need to fear it today!” Ye Fan said, reviving the twelve killing formations, activating the Heavenly Court’s scepter, striking down from above.
“Boom!”
A violent collision—even the Buddhist forbidden weapon could barely withstand it. The golden crocodile let out a roar, and that ancient temple slowly began to crack, on the verge of collapse.
“Pang Bo and Brother Monkey, go outside the formation together and find Li Xiaoman and Hua Yunfei—they most likely haven’t entered. If you find them, kill them on sight!” Ye Fan transmitted his voice, handing Pang Bo the blood-dripping Hell Sword, then having Qi Luo accompany them, to go pursue and kill together.
“Roarrr…”
The Great Accomplishment Sacred Body’s divine consciousness-thought finally made its move as well—surrounding him were one hundred and eight blood-red stones, blocking killing light like sacred weapons, resisting the Primordial Beginning Formation.
“These are Soul-Blood Stones, extremely rare—legend says they can only be found in the starry void beyond the realm.” Duan De said in shock—this kind of stone was the favorite of Ghost Saints, capable of nurturing their soul power, refinable into terrifying weapons.
The vicious ghost was massive beyond measure, taller than a mountain range; Liu Yunzhi and Wang Yan stood on its shoulders, each activating a forbidden technique, transforming into a sheet of light-rain pouring down onto the Soul-Blood Stones.
“No matter!” Ye Fan waved his hand, sacrificing the three killing formations retrieved from the southern desert, all twelve now operating together.
“Boom!”
The killing intent grew even more intense, submerging the entire Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range, as if the world were being split open anew, a great waterfall of chaos cascading down.
The Black Emperor showed a fervent expression, saying: “Now this is starting to show the true image of the Primordial Beginning Killing Formation!”
“Roarrr…”
The ancient temple protecting the golden crocodile collapsed, finally shattering into fragments, the Crocodile Ancestor’s manifestation slashed nearly to pieces, suffering severe injury.
At the same time, the vicious ghost’s one hundred and eight Soul-Blood Stones also had over half of them shattered, turning to powder, its body shuddering violently, roaring continuously.
On its shoulders, Liu Yunzhi and Wang Yan screamed, filled with hatred toward Ye Fan—they never expected that even with the vicious ghost personally arriving, they would still be in danger.
Throughout the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range, the other enemies screamed continuously, broken bones and fresh blood bursting out together, all scattering across the broken mountain, flowing down along the black mountainside, as horrifying as an endless inferno.
Ye Fan’s expression turned cold; he raised the Ten-Thousand-Sorrows Bow, aiming at the two figures on the vicious ghost’s shoulder, saying: “Do you have anything left to say now?”
“You… won’t live much longer!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Ye Fan drew his bow directly; two beams of brilliant golden light shot out, illuminating the entire sky, piercing through their bodies, leaving only two heads rolling down.
“You’re still too green!”
The golden crocodile roared, and together with the vicious ghost, somehow using some unknown secret technique, appeared right before the formation platform—their bodies devouring and exhaling killing light, injured to the point of near-shattering, yet still managing to close the distance.
“Your body has finally matured—it should belong to me now!” the vicious ghost’s voice made people’s scalps crawl.
“Is that so?” Ye Fan sneered coldly. A small cauldron flew out from his brow, then flipped over, pouring down boundless flames—nine-colored fire instantly submerged everything ahead.
“Ahh…” A shrill scream rushed up to the nine heavens and down to the nine netherworlds.