Shrouding the Heavens

He leaped with the Walking Rune Secret, as if traversing the void, his body flickering in and out of sight as he dangerously and narrowly avoided the sure-kill blow.

ZING!

A blood-dripping divine sword streaked across the sky, tracing a trajectory like a comet that illuminated the pitch-dark night. A powerful seed contender from Hell aimed to cleave Ye Fan’s head.

CLANG!

Ye Fan’s eyes flickered unpredictably; his body seemed as insubstantial as smoke as he initiated the Killing Technique of the celestial court, twisting his body into an almost illusory state. Then, the Yin Yang Holy Sword swung out at an unbelievable angle.

PUFF!

While being pursued by several elder figures, he wielded the Holy Sword and cleaved off half the head of a seed contender from Hell. Blood sprayed as white brain matter oozed out, and the corpse plummeted.

SWOOSH!

Jiang Yichen’s uncle, Jiang Huai’an, held a green ancient pagoda, pressing it down with such terrifying power that mountains could crumble, forcing everyone around to constantly retreat.

At the same time, the dozen or so people accompanying him also unleashed their sacred weapons, which sliced towards Ye Fan like streams of Divine Light.

SWISH!

Ye Fan used the Walking Rune Secret, vanishing from his original position and reappearing a thousand zhang away. From the void, a Red Blood Killing Sword silently stabbed toward his temple, fierce and ruthless.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!…

Ye Fan encountered this seed powerhouse from the Mortal World. Countering speed with speed, he unleashed over a thousand sword strikes in an instant before his body suddenly vanished.

PUFF!

The Yin Yang Holy Sword in his hand pierced through the crown, entering through the opponent’s Sky Gathering Parasol, slaying this incredibly terrifying seed contender.

This outcome made many hearts heavy. He had not executed any terrifying power of the Dao, yet this method of killing was undeniably frightening.

BOOM!

Nine elderly cultivators in the Eighth Layer Heaven of Dragon Transformation flew through the air, each releasing a palm strike that shattered the void. Ye Fan fled swiftly, but the storm at the very edge almost swallowed him.

DANG!

An ancient cauldron appeared above Ye Fan’s head, cascading tens of thousands of strands of Origin Qi. These strands, like little dragons, each capable of crushing a mountain ridge, sheltered him securely.

The void shattered. Even with the protection of Origin Qi from his body, he was flung seven to eight hundred meters away, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

“The Origin Qi Cauldron!”

Everyone went mad. Why were they here? Was it not for this cauldron?!

Many experts and endless cultivators rushed forward, all wanting to kill Ye Fan and seize the cauldron.

Ye Fan retreated rapidly, but silhouettes were everywhere; he was completely surrounded, with no way to escape.

PUFF!

Silently, a Green Gold Divine Sword stabbed towards him—vicious, accurate, precise—slicing through the path he had to take, almost cleaving his waist open.

Fortunately, he had pushed the Walking Rune Secret to its limit, narrowly avoiding it. Yet, a bloody gash still appeared, and a fair amount of golden blood spilled out.

Ye Fan’s expression turned cold as he swung the Yin Yang Holy Sword forward. He hadn’t expected the attacker to be Wanchu’s Saint Heir, who had drawn so close and nearly ambushed him.

At that moment, the Saint Heir of Wanchu was shrouded in azure light, his form completely hidden by green divine armor, masking his true appearance. Only Ye Fan’s Divine Eye could penetrate it.

HUMMM!

The Saint Heir of Wanchu, resembling a Green Gold god of battle, erupted with dazzling light. A sudden blood radiance shot from his hand, an immense devouring force emerging that dissolved everything.

Ye Fan’s heart trembled. He pushed the Walking Rune Secret to its maximum and charged out, leaving a bloody hole where he had stood. Many who fell in were turned into blood water.

“The Heavenly Demon Blood Box!” numerous people exclaimed.

Ye Fan’s heart raced. It was a sacred object created by a supreme Heavenly Demon from the past, using his own blood for his descendants. Its might was unparalleled; any expert trapped inside would have their body and soul extinguished.

If not for his quick response just now, he would have nearly fallen victim to it!

The usually harmless Saint Heir of Wanchu had unexpectedly summoned such a sinister sacred object, capable of dissolving anything with form. It was truly terrifying.