Ye Fan was infuriated. Golden blood energy surged around his body and arrived in an instant. Looking from afar, it was as if the entire place was drowned by the sea.
"Who are you?!" Old Seventeenth's jaw was sent flying by Ye Fan's slap and shattered in the air. At this moment, he couldn't bear the pain and asked angrily with his divine sense.
Ye Fan hated this group of people to the core. If he was one step late, this village would no longer exist. Be it the old or the young, even the crying babies, they would all be massacred. His heart was burning with anger.
"Pow!"
He did not say anything else and swung his palm again. This time, the upper jaw of Northern Plains' Wang tribe's Old Seventeenth was also smashed. The intense pain caused him to scream 'ahhhh' non-stop, like a wounded beast.
This time, it was Old Seventeenth's turn to be embarrassed. Just like how he didn't care about the people of the ancient village, the newcomer also didn't care about him and slapped his face.
"Ah …" Although his jaw was slapped away, his throat was still there. He screamed in pain with a twisted expression. He had been in closed-door training for more than ten years and had never seen Ye Fan before. He didn't expect to be humiliated like this.
"Old Seventeenth!" In the distance, Lord Thirteen of the Wang Clan shouted in fear. He rode a mountain-like battleship and rushed over. Dao patterns interweaved and pressed down on Ye Fan like a heavenly net. Divine light shot out from the battleship as if it could topple the mountains and overturn the seas.
Ye Fan grabbed Old Seventeenth's neck with one hand as if he was grabbing a puppy. He took a step forward and took the initiative to fight back. His entire body was covered in golden blood energy. Then, he swung his other golden hand and smashed it down like a World Millstone.
"Crack!"
In the sky, the sound of something shattering could be heard.
Covering the sky with one hand!
It was as if a ten-thousand-year-old ancient demon had escaped from the wilderness. His murderous aura filled the sky. That giant palm heavily slammed on the battleship, causing the fragments of the hull to scatter in all directions.
It wasn't that the warship wasn't sturdy enough, and it wasn't that the divine patterns carved on it weren't profound enough. Rather, it was that the gigantic hand was too terrifying. It was like the palm of a deity that descended from the heavens, possessing an undying radiance that could shatter everything in this world.
"Ahhh …" Northern Plains' Wang tribe's Thirteenth Lord resisted with all his might, he spat out an inch-tall exquisite pagoda made from purple copper essence. It expanded with the wind and became hundreds of feet tall as it pressed forward.
Bang!
It was still unstoppable. Ye Fan's palm fell, and the purple copper pagoda was as vulnerable as the sand castle. It was turned into rotten copper and fell from the sky.
Northern Plains' Wang Clan's Thirteenth Lord roared and took out thirty-six weapons in succession. There were Heaven Luo Umbrella, Sunlight Mirror, Flying Sword, Soul Capturing Bell, and so on. Every single one of them had powerful divine might, but they were all useless.
In the face of that huge golden hand, these weapons were no different from paper and were destroyed one by one. Northern Plains' Wang Clan's Thirteenth Lord was terrified. He no longer had the high-spirited attitude he had when he faced the ancient village. Right now, he was as anxious as a stray dog.
When Ye Fan's giant hand grabbed him, he struck out 108 palm strikes in succession. Every strike caused the void to collapse, but in the end, both of his arms were broken.
Bang!
Ye Fan's giant hand closed and grabbed him in the center of his palm. His bones were broken on the spot, and blood flowed out from the gaps between his giant fingers.
"Ahhh …" Northern Plains' Wang Clan's Thirteenth Lord screamed miserably.
Everyone's hair stood on end as a layer of goosebumps appeared on their bodies. This was a supreme existence, but he was almost crushed to death by someone just like that.
Ye Fan grabbed two major characters from Northern Plains' Wang Clan with one hand and didn't even treat them as a big deal. It was as if he was grabbing a cat or a dog, and he almost strangled them to death.
"This …"
Northern Plains' Wang Clan's people felt their hair stand on end. This type of demon king suddenly slaughtered his way over, making them all shiver from head to toe. It was as if he had entered an uninhabited land. Two great characters were turned into dead dogs in his hands.
Below, the eyes of the ancient village's men, women, old, and young were filled with tears. They were all incredibly moved. Today, they encountered a great disaster and were humiliated. Now, someone took action and helped them resolve their predicament, venting out their resentment.
"He is …"
On another warship, there were people who stared at Ye Fan and revealed expressions of shock. They recognized him and simply didn't dare believe their own eyes.
Not everyone was like Wang Family's Seventeenth and Thirteenth Lord who cultivated in isolation for many years. Twelve years ago, there were people who personally participated in the battle to kill Ye Fan.
This was especially the case during Ji Family's final battle. Wang Teng died miserably and the family suffered a great defeat. There were people who were there at the scene. Even if Ye Fan turned into ashes, they still wouldn't forget him. To be able to recognize him, it could be said to be carved into their bones and hearts.
"It's him … it really is him!" Those who participated in the battle back then were indescribably shocked. They couldn't believe everything, their bodies going cold.
"It's him, he actually returned. How did he do it?!" Even a major character from the Northern Plains' Wang Family had shock written all over his face. He involuntarily staggered backwards.
"Quickly retreat, everyone retreat. Immediately break out of the encirclement and rush out to tell the clansmen that the saint physique has returned!" On a golden warship, a supreme expert gave a death order.
He could sense how powerful Ye Fan was. He was definitely a character from the eighth minor step of the second layer of immortal-foundation. This was enough to make people tremble!
Because, once the saint physique reached this realm, no matter what kind of supreme expert or sect master it was, they would have no way to defend against it. Only those shocking geniuses with seven or eight limits might be able to barely put up a fight.
However, when this supreme expert from the Wang Family gave the order, Ye Fan also released a shout, completely suppressing the other party's voice.
"Tai!"
It was like the first heavenly sound of the universe's creation, piercing through heaven and earth, illuminating the origin of all beginnings, tearing apart the past, present, and future. A fiendgod appeared behind him, standing there, exactly the same as him, exuding a pressure that shook the heavens and earth.
In the past, when Ye Fan was trapped in the sea eye, he tried to cultivate all the arts in the world. He had seen the six-syllable incantation of buddhism before, so he naturally wouldn't let it go.
Behind him, that fiendgod stood alone, chanting together with him. It was like a dao sound transmitted from the ancient times. One could clearly see the golden sound waves sweeping out in all directions.
Not manifesting a buddha, only having oneself as supreme in one's heart. This was the conviction of those who wanted to prove their dao, unshakable!
The ancient six-syllable incantation of buddhism had the power to split the heavens and earth. It contained boundless profundities, containing the great power, wisdom, and benevolence of the universe. Those who cultivated it to the highest level would be able to subdue deities in the heavens.
Everywhere the sound waves passed, the densely packed figures in the sky were like dumplings thrown into boiling water. Crackling sounds rang out as they fell from the sky.
Every single person's entire body cracked apart, primordial spirits shattered, their bodies and souls destroyed by Ye Fan's chanting. This was the incantation power Ye Fan derived from the Nine Secrets Fighting Character Art, granting it a brand new divine might.
This strand of divine sound was incomparably grand, the entire sky dome resonating with it. It was as if they arrived at the beginning of heaven and earth, everything possessing immeasurable mysteries.
Hong!
Several dozen ancient war chariots split apart one after another, great banners shattering one after another. Countless figures, the densely packed cultivators turned into dust, no longer existing.
This was the power of a single roar from Ye Fan. The entire mountain range collapsed, only a single ancient village remaining unharmed. Everything else was being destroyed.
In the distant horizon, all of the spectators had long withdrawn over a hundred li in horror, not a single person daring to get close out of fear of being caught up in this.
"Hurry and retreat, the divine body has returned!" Wang Family's powerful figure roared out with everything he had, wishing to spread the news. However, under the 'tu' sound, it was like the soft cry of a mosquito, suppressed to the point where it couldn't be heard.
Ye Fan's roar could shatter mountains and rivers. When everything calmed down, the sky was in complete disorder. There weren't many great banners, war chariots, and experts left. All of them had been blasted into pieces.
Not long ago, dark clouds surged, war drums split the sky, and banners fluttered in the wind. It was as if a hundred thousand heavenly generals had descended, but now, it was completely silent. The invaders were like wheat being reaped, killed in large swathes. There weren't many people left, and even a few warships had large cracks on them.
Northern Plains' Wang Family's people's faces were deathly pale. All of this was done by a single person, especially when they saw Old Seventeen and Grandpa Thirteen who were like dead dogs in his hands. They were filled with a sense of defeat, all of them trembling with fear.
At this moment, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to. All directions were sealed off by divine source blocks, and the Heavenly Origin Divine Formation had turned this place into a cage.
"Pu!"
At this moment, Ye Fan did something that made everyone from Wang Family tremble with fear. He threw Old Seventeen and Grandpa Thirteen into midair, and then stomped them to death with one foot each, turning them into two lumps of bloody paste.
These two great figures thought highly of themselves. Just now, they were pointing out the mountains and rivers, looking down on everyone. They didn't even spare the ancient village a glance, viewing them as primitive people who hadn't been civilized. Yet now, they died in such a useless manner, crushed into meat paste by someone's foot.
Moreover, Ye Fan didn't care at all. It was as if he had just stepped on two weeds, not taking them to heart at all.
The Wang Family's people's anger surged into the heavens. These were two powerful figures, yet they were looked down on like this, dying without the slightest bit of dignity.
Just now, they had also treated the people of the ancient village like this, looking down on them with disdain. Who would have thought that in just a short period of time, everything would happen to them?
The faces of the Wang Family's people all turned pale. Many youngsters were trembling. After knowing what kind of character this was, they were all incomparably terrified.
Even though many years had passed, Ye Fan's achievements back then wouldn't be forgotten by anyone. He fought a bloody battle in the Eastern Wasteland, swept through the Central Continent, killed saint children, slayed saintesses, killed powerful experts, fought sect masters, entered the ancient forbidden land alone to prolong his life, and even resisted an extreme dao emperor weapon.
After so many years had passed, just how powerful was this devil king-like existence? This made the younger generation of the Wang Family tremble.
On the five tattered warships, there was a great character standing. They were the ones with true authority in the Wang Family, all of them powerful characters. However, right now, they were extremely uneasy and wanted nothing more than to immediately flee.
"Brother Ye, you really aren't kind. How come you've already cleaned them up? I even said that this would be the battle to make my name famous, to let the Man Desire Orthodoxy's name shake the world, yet you stole the limelight. Leave the rest to us." Li Tian had an evil expression on his face.
The Wang Family's people were sullen. Who dared to look down on them like this? Yet today, they were humiliated again and again, causing everyone to tremble.
"The only thing we can do today is to kill them all." Ye Fan said calmly.
Cha!
He took action again, descending from the sky. A foot crushed an enormous warship, and a fist rushed out. Ancient treasures, flying swords, and other things shattered one after another. Countless people turned into bloody mist, all of them killed.
"What a pity, I won't miss the battle to make my name famous next time." Li Tian took action.
Yan Yixi's white clothes fluttered about, walking like an exiled immortal. However, with each strike, large amounts of blood blossomed. This was a sky dyed in blood.
An hour later, everything calmed down. The mountain ridge was in a state of desolation, bloodstains everywhere, broken branches and withered leaves everywhere. The Wang Family's invaders were all killed.
"Many thanks, little brother." The fifth, seventh, and ninth grandfathers of the village came up to express their thanks.
The other villagers also surrounded him, expressing their thanks endlessly. The people here were all simple and honest. A few children even tugged on Ye Fan's sleeves, looking at him curiously.
"Dongfang Ye is an old friend of mine …" Ye Fan didn't hide anything.
The elders in the village were immediately dumbfounded, and then they sighed. They had already heard the news of Dongfang Ye's massacre in the Eastern Wasteland.
"I don't believe Ye 'er is already dead. His talents are extraordinary, and his divine strength oppresses the world. He grew up eating wild dragons and tigers, and his life is extremely tough. He is definitely still alive." An elder said.
"Without his corpse, we can't be sure that he is dead. I will find him and bring him back." Ye Fan said.
…
Had the divine physique returned?
On this day, a piece of news spread throughout the Southern Mountains. After twelve years, Ye Fan had reappeared!
Some people said that they had personally witnessed the scene of the divine physique's battle. Although they didn't dare to approach, that scene was undoubtedly him.
However, not many people believed this. A person who had crossed the star domain and left for twelve years, it was impossible for him to appear again.
"The Wang Family has gone too far. Since their master is in the Southern Mountains and is a guest of the Demon Imperial Palace, there's no need for him to return. This time, if we want to fight, then let's turn the world upside down!" Ye Fan stood in the mountain forest and gazed into the distance.
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