Under the starlight, the residence was very quiet. A wisp of clear air drifted past without the slightest ripple.
On the surface, the courtyard seemed very peaceful, but the clear air that Ye Fan had transformed into felt that something was amiss. He did not discover anything and only had the instinctive intuition of a cultivator.
He landed not far from the courtyard wall and sank into the ground. He used a heaven-shaking Genesis technique to carefully observe.
Not long after, a pair of eyes formed from mist and looked up from underground. Killing intent surged in Ye Fan's heart as his eyes turned cold.
Apart from the 13 Heavenly Emperors, there were also a few seed-level experts in the residence and two soldiers from the city waiting for him to enter the trap.
These people were hidden in the formation, chatting and drinking merrily. They were isolated from the outside world. If not for his Genesis technique, which allowed him to use the Earth Dragon Qi to detect any abnormalities above, he would not have sensed anything at all.
This was a trap waiting for him to jump into. They did not necessarily have to kill him on the spot. As long as he appeared, these people could bear the blame of killing a Saint.
When that time came, who would listen to his explanation? His competitors would use this opportunity to eliminate him, and the cultivators of the number one human city would gang up on him!
This was a vicious trap. The second in command of the 13 Heavenly Emperors did not really want to assassinate him, but instead lured him into a trap. It was sinister and vicious.
Before Ye Fan came, he had already realized that tonight was not a simple assassination, but a targeted trap. Now, it was confirmed.
"Chi!"
In the formation on the ground, the leader of the 13 Heavenly Emperors suddenly stabbed a purple spear into the ground. A terrifying light burst out from his eyes.
This unforeseen event shocked many people. They did not understand what was going on, especially those ranked lower among the 13 Heavenly Emperors. They were extremely afraid of him.
"Brother Gu, what happened?" A seed-level expert asked.
The eyes of the leader of the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Desolate Region, Gu Ling, emitted a wild light as he bared his upper body. His powerful bronze body was filled with an oppressive feeling as he said, "Someone is spying on us from underground."
A wisp of Clear Qi spread out from the ground and disappeared, leaving nothing behind. That purple ray of light could stab a saint to death, but it could not stab the Clear Qi.
Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart. This was definitely a powerful opponent, many times more terrifying than an ordinary seed powerhouse. No wonder the guide was alerted on the way here.
"I sensed it too, but he disappeared in an instant." The eyes of the second in command of the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland shot out a green radiance. His entire body was covered in armor, making him look like an ancient demonic god that was as unfathomable as the ocean abyss.
"That's right. Someone was spying on us, but they disappeared in an instant." A soldier spoke, causing everyone present to be startled. This was a loser from the ancient starry sky path, yet he was so powerful.
Needless to say, he must have encountered an invincible hero along the way. Otherwise, with his level of cultivation, how could he have retreated to the number one human city?
"Could it be him? How frightening." The fifth member of the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland who rarely spoke spoke coldly.
"This person is a threat. We were quietly waiting for him to come and kill us, but we never thought that he wouldn't make a move. It seems that it will be somewhat difficult to end his life," another person said.
The stronger and more cautious Ye Fan was, the greater the threat he posed to them. If they were to make a move on the later trial paths, it would be difficult to end the situation without paying a certain price.
"We can't let him live, we have to kill him!" The second in command of the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland had a terrifying green gaze, as if he was a demonic god from hell. His words were cold and cruel, like the spitting of a poisonous snake.
Under the starlight, strands of clear qi gathered and landed in Ye Fan's courtyard, disappearing into the top of his head. This qi could be gathered and dispersed at will, and did not necessarily have to return to his body.
However, this was ultimately a divine essence in his body. If there were no unforeseen events, he was unwilling to disperse it in order to strengthen his body.
Ye Fan stood up and said, "Since it has come to this, I'll just kill him right in front of you all!"
After saying this, he smiled and then meditated to recuperate, falling into a deep sleep. He simply did not care about anything outside.
That night, the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland stood guard half the night, inviting several seed-level experts and two soldiers to bear witness, but it was a waste of effort.
Early in the morning, the streets were bustling once again. People came and went, and the sun shone brilliantly. However, the haze in the hearts of some cultivators became even thicker. Three more people had died last night.
The color of blood was terrifying, and no one knew how long it would last. It was clear that some experts had also taken action under the guise of killing saints. Everyone was in danger.
Just how many days were left before they could leave for the next ancient pass of the human race? This was the question in everyone's mind, and they all wanted to leave urgently.
The envoy did not do anything, allowing the situation to become serious. Some people even suspected that it was related to him, and a bad premonition arose in everyone's hearts.
A tense atmosphere pervaded the air. At this crucial moment, Ye Fan seemed to have completely relaxed. He strolled around the city, and when he passed by the city gates, he felt a pair of cold eyes shooting over.
He couldn't help but turn around to look. It was the soldier who had clashed with him when he first entered the city. It was a powerful captain.
This person wore black iron clothing and held a bronze dagger-axe in his hand. He stood at the city gates, looking at him coldly and emotionlessly, a cruel smile hidden at the corners of his mouth.
"It's him …"
Ye Fan was sure that one of the two soldiers from last night was a guest at the residence of the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland. He had been drinking and waiting there for half the night.
"They really did put in quite a bit of effort, finding the captain who bore hostility towards me."
After noon, Ye Fan strolled through the entire city. He entered a wine shop and sat down to drink alone. He was waiting for the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland to kill them in front of everyone.
The small wine shop was facing the street, and there were a few tables and chairs outside. It was also an open-air business, so there weren't many people coming and going.
A quarter of an hour later, rumbling sounds came from the other side of the street. A group of armored horses galloped over, causing the ancient street to sway. Many people moved out of the way.
The Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland had arrived, and they wanted to enter a wine shop. This was their habit, and it had been like this for the past few days. They chose this time to appear.
"You won't live for long!" On the other side, a knight from the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland spoke. His voice wasn't loud, and normal people couldn't hear him.
Ye Fan had been paying attention to them this entire time. With his hearing ability, he could naturally hear them clearly.
Quite a few of these people carried cold smiles on their faces. Their killing intent wasn't concealed at all. The twelfth and thirteenth brothers were even more provocative, making a throat-slitting gesture at him.
It could be said that this was a type of humiliation. After walking on the ancient trial path, this type of action was a type of serious contempt and provocation.
There were several great wine shops here, so there were naturally quite a few cultivators here. Now, everyone was in danger, and they all hoped to interact more in this type of setting, hoping to find allies.
Quite a few people saw this scene, realizing that there might be a great conflict today. The grudges between these two sides were already deep, and it would erupt sooner or later.
"Some of you won't live past today." Ye Fan said softly, drinking a cup of wine.
"What did you say? Provoking us? Are you courting death?" The thirteenth brother said fiercely.
"You are taking the initiative to provoke us. If you don't apologize, we will kill you on the spot!" The twelfth brother was clearly provoking, carrying out intimidation and threats.
"Please speak a bit more clearly. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless." The ninth figure among them turned around and said coldly.
They selectively ignored the provocation a moment ago, and instead seized on Ye Fan's words without letting go, hoping to blow things up.
They needed a suitable reason to kill Ye Fan. They had always hoped that he would take the initiative to provoke trouble, and then suppress and kill him together with the soldiers.
The tenth figure and eleventh brother of Heaven Wasteland's Thirteen Steeds directly pressed over. These two both revealed their killing intent, not fearing that something would happen, but they were always suffering from a lack of excuses.
"You are courting death!"
"Let's see how you're going to survive. You were the one who provoked us first!"
The most radical twelfth and thirteenth brothers laughed cruelly, pressing over as well. This time, even the second figure was moved, feeling that Ye Fan might not be able to hold back anymore. Perhaps this was a good opportunity for them to kill him together with the soldiers.
No matter how strong he was, could he be stronger than the soldiers in the city? That was clearly impossible!
As he watched these people press over, Ye Fan was extremely calm, sitting there and drinking by himself. However, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. All of the nearby restaurants' windows were opened, and the streets were deathly silent. Everyone was paying close attention.
"It's useless even if you apologize now. Even if you kneel down and beg for forgiveness, you will be killed without exception!" The twelfth brother clamored, forcing Ye Fan to take action.
This was going too far. Normal people would find it difficult to endure such public humiliation. It was too direct and ruthless.
Ye Fan didn't move, calmly drinking. However, a person walked out from the small wine shop. His figure was tall and sturdy, and he wore purple clothes. His black hair flowed down like a waterfall. He was quite heroic, but upon closer inspection, his appearance was rather indistinct. He dragged an iron sword, drawing out streak after streak of sparks on the ground.
He arrived on the street and directly walked towards the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland, sizing up each and every one of them.
"Who are you? Get lost to the side. Today, we only want to kill that surnamed Ye." The thirteenth brother was extremely domineering, and even now, he didn't hide anything.
"Pu!"
Blood splashed out. No one had expected that the purple-clothed man would immediately launch an attack the moment the thirteenth brother's words fell!
He brandished the iron sword, faster than lightning! The thirteenth brother was directly hacked in half. Blood splashed out, gushing everywhere. Even that mount was split into two.
At this moment, everyone felt their scalps go numb. Everything happened too suddenly. Who dared to kill someone on the streets of the city?
This violated the city's rules, and he had to pay with his life!
This person didn't have any misgivings when doing things, just too direct and decisive. This was especially the case when his sword was exceptionally sharp, difficult for even saints to dodge.
"Murder!" Someone cried out loudly. The streets became completely chaotic.
The blood of many cultivators surged. They knew that something major was definitely going to happen today. Those who dared to kill the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland on the streets definitely had a great background. This was going to be an upheaval.
"Ah …"
The Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland immediately erupted. Quite a few people cried out and roared angrily. All of this happened too suddenly. This person was excessively arrogant, suddenly launching an attack and killing people in front of everyone. No one expected this.
"Thirteenth brother!"
A few people from the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland cried out, angered to the extreme. All types of light danced about, attacking together.
The purple-clothed individual was naturally Ye Fan. He displayed the One Spirit Into Three Pure Ones, this was his dao body. He killed a great enemy on the streets. This was precisely what he wanted, to kill in front of everyone, to cut down these people's faces and dignity, to kill them thoroughly.
Chi!
Ye Fan made ample preparations. After the first sword, the second sword already hacked out, moving even faster than these people. When a few people from the Thirteen Steeds of Heaven Wasteland were furious and surrounded him, the blood dripping sword in his hands was already less than half a foot from the twelfth brother's head.
It was completely done in one go, everything happening in the time it took for sparks to fly off a flint. After killing the thirteenth brother, Ye Fan didn't stop at all along the way.
"Ah …"
The twelfth brother cried out loudly, his face pale. His body released endless light, and all types of weapons rushed out to block, but it was still too late.
"Pu!"
The iron sword moved through the air, hacking at his head, cutting off most of his face. Blood splashed six to seven feet into the air!
Ye Fan's sword hacked out. Half of the twelfth brother's head flew up, the crown of his head sliced in half. He died on the spot, blood dripping everywhere!
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