Chapter 1658: Chapter 1527: Earth-Shattering Slaughter Formation

"Who is that Tao Master? So formidable?"

Many people felt a sense of unreality. Ye Fan was too powerful; even though he was only at the Late-stage Divine Realm, he had crossed two minor realms and slapped a Saint Child level lord of the Early Lord Realm flying as if swatting a fly.

The Saint Child level strong person who was slapped away was even more shocked, staring dumbly at Ye Fan’s figure disappearing into the portal.

While everyone outside was still in shock, Ye Fan and the Bai Yan wolf had already entered the radiant portal.

Upon stepping through the portal, a cloud-filled scene unfolded before them. Even when Ye Fan used the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye, he couldn’t see through, as if enveloped in chaos.

Moments later, Ye Fan led the Bai Yan wolf through the portal. Before them appeared a valley, full of birdsong and fragrant flowers, with a rich concentration of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, and faint Dragon Energy rising.

"Not good, this portal is the legendary ’Quanzhen Sect’!"

Suddenly, the Bai Yan wolf exclaimed, then looked back, its eyes filled with panic.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan swiftly turned around, only to find that the portal had vanished. He and the Bai Yan wolf had reverted to their original appearances, the Bai Yan wolf becoming a pure white wild wolf, and his Human-Faced Geography Technique lost its effect.

"Hahaha..."

With a burst of maniacal laughter, a medium-built young man appeared in the distance, gazing venomously at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan frowned, realizing this was no longer Qixia Mountain. Where exactly this was, he did not know, but it was clear he had been set up—this was a killing field targeted at him.

But where had the others who entered the portal gone? This place was probably not some so-called Ancient Secret Realm, but a killing grounds!

"Damn, the Supreme Killing Array can’t be used!"

The Bai Yan wolf’s eyes filled with panic.

It had carved several array patterns in quick succession at the first sign of trouble, but they were quickly erased, preventing any escape through the void.

"You still came..."

A ghostly voice echoed through the mountains, devoid of emotion.

"Who are you people? What is this place?"

Faced with the situation, Ye Fan calmed himself down, knowing that deploying such a massive setup was not to invite him for a drink—a tough battle was inevitable.

"There’s no need for you to know where this is, as for us... we are the ones to kill you. This place has excellent Feng Shui; it’s the burial site we chose for you. Are you satisfied?" The ghostly voice floated, elusive and unpredictable.

"Old Bai, do you know what this place is? Why can’t the array patterns be used?" Ye Fan asked the Bai Yan wolf via divine consciousness Transmission.

"How would I know..."

Just as it said this, the Bai Yan wolf trembled, "I understand. This must be the dojo of an unparalleled being, with remnants of his supreme divine might, preventing any array patterns from working, it must be so!"

Upon realizing this was the dojo of a significant figure, Bai Yan wolf grew even more anxious, never expecting to end up in such a place.

The Bai Yan wolf knew its own circumstances; other than array patterns, its strength was limited, only boasting a robust body. In an actual fight, others could grind it down with just their Divine Skills.

"Foolish beings, there aren’t so many Ancient Secret Realms in this world! Yet you dare come, do you not fear death!"

Someone laughed aloud, stepping through the void, approaching one step at a time, stopping atop a distant mountain.

Ye Fan stood on a mountaintop, motionless, quietly observing the person, activating the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye to pierce through the person’s true essence. It was Li Tianfeng, the strongest heir of the Li Family, stronger than he was at the Immortal Academy, possibly using some sort of Secret Technique.

"Hahaha... this will be your burial site; everything of yours will be ours, even the Emperor Weapon Nine Heavens Mystic Crown will be no exception!" another person laughed disdainfully, appearing on another mountainside.

Ye Fan’s eyes shone with Divine Light—this was Zhou Zhaolong, the strongest heir of the Zhou Family, invisible under the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye.

"With so many seeing you off, your death is worthwhile!"

A third person stepped through the Sky Stepping Void, mocking eyes evident.

Ye Fan saw through his true form, feeling a chill. This was You Yunxiao, the second strongest in the Imperial Academy, yet another formidable enemy!

You Yunxiao’s true strength was not weak; in a life-or-death battle, defeating him wouldn’t be easy for Ye Fan.

This realization made Ye Fan’s heart sink further. These individuals were formidable and had joined forces, drawing upon the deep heritage of three ancient clan traditions!

"Walking into a trap, killing him like this isn’t much of an achievement. How do you propose we torture him?" The fourth person laughed heartily from a distant mountain, not approaching.

"Naturally, we kill him powerfully. There’s no need for him to continue living; with people like us, the world is enough!" The fifth person sneered, their true visage obscured.

Ye Fan’s expression grew more grave, sensing the gravity of the situation. This many Saint Child level powerful enemies presented themselves, intent on giving him no chance.

Moreover, these people had set up such a big trap, clearly intending to annihilate him, and even using an Emperor Weapon might not work, since he detected another Emperor Weapon’s aura. Should he use his, it would definitely attract another.

At this moment, he sensed a sixth, seventh... eighteenth person!

These individuals were full of vitality, though unseen, their unique youthful energy, each immensely powerful.

A total of eighteen Saint Child level strong people, though not necessarily Saint Heirs of some Holy Lands, their strength had reached the level of a Saint Lord, not inferior to real Saint Heirs.

"Eighteen Saint Heir level strong people have set up this trap to kill me alone. You really think highly of me!"

Ye Fan stood atop the mountain, scanning all directions, his disheveled black hair fluttering in the wind, as two cold rays shot from his eyes.

"You’ve defeated Ling Haotian, the strongest among the younger generation in the Imperial Academy, and also in the Immortal Academy’s Spirit Stone Mine defeated the strongest heir of the Gu Family. We have to be cautious!" Zhou Zhaolong sneered coldly.

"What kind of people are you?" Ye Fan frowned and looked at the others.

"Haha..."

Li Tianfeng laughed sinisterly, "We’ll tell you after you’re dead. We won’t let you become a confused ghost."

"Very well!"

Ye Fan naturally wouldn’t reveal that he had already cultivated the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye, capable of seeing through their true selves. At this moment, he felt an endless killing intent, bearing immense pressure.

"Who is it that wants to kill me? To set up such a huge trap, yet not dare to show themselves?" Ye Fan scanned his surroundings, speaking coldly.

"Those who want to kill you are all here; you just don’t know them!"

From afar, a venomous voice emanated from a mountain peak.

Ye Fan turned towards the direction of the voice and saw that it was Gu Xiao, the strongest heir of the Gu Family.

Seeing Gu Xiao, Ye Fan suddenly understood.

Aside from family hatred, just causing Gu Xiao to lose face in front of many people at the Immortal Academy’s Spirit Stone Mine is enough reason for him to organize this killing trap.

Moreover, in the Northern Domain, it might only be him, only the Gu Family could possibly organize such a massive trap, mobilizing so many people.

"Ye, you’re doomed today!"

"If you don’t die, my heart will never be at peace!"

Other Saint Heir level strong people spoke up one after another, implying that Ye Fan would certainly die this time.

With such an arrangement, not to mention Ye Fan being merely a late-stage Divine Realm cultivator, even a Lord Realm Peak strong person would be blasted to bits.

"Kid, things are looking dire!"

The Bai Yan wolf circled back after wandering around; it hadn’t found a way out. In other words, the area was sealed off, and until it was unsealed, no one could get in or out.

"You want to kill me? It won’t be that easy!"

Ye Fan said coldly, his demeanor unyielding, as if he didn’t place the eighteen Saint Heir level strong people in his eyes, yet his heart was on high alert.

Because...

This was the greatest crisis he had faced since coming into this world!

Eighteen Saint Heir level strong people set up a killing trap, targeting those of the same generation.

Such a thing hasn’t happened since ancient times!

"Hey, you’re at death’s door but still waste your breath. Stop talking, let’s do it!" A middle-aged strong person stepped through the void, closing in on Ye Fan.

Clearly, he wasn’t a strong person of the younger generation but an elder from some Holy Land, far stronger than these Saint Heirs.

When he spoke, the eighteen Saint Heirs approached simultaneously. None hesitated, as Ye Fan possessed Ling Family’s Emperor Weapon, the Nine Heavens Mystic Crown. Once obtained, it would be a substantial boost to their sect or family; at the least, it could foster a good relationship with the Ling Family.

Whoosh!

At that moment...

The void beside Ye Fan suddenly split open as a Sword Radiance cleaved down towards the back of his head, its killing intent piercing through the nine heavens!

"Puff!"

Ye Fan raised his palm like a knife, shattering the Sword Radiance, then slashed towards the fissure in the void, directly cleaving a hidden Saint Heir level strong person into two, blood showering like torrential rain.

Throughout the entire process, Ye Fan remained very calm, not even glancing back: "If you want to kill me, come openly, why hide?"

The people quickly closed in, encircling him, filled with killing intent, blades and Sword Radiance flashing, each Spiritual Treasure suspended in the void.

"Is there not one person here willing to duel me? Are you all that afraid?"

Ye Fan glanced at the surrounding Saint Heir level strong people, taunting them.

If only these individuals were provoked by his words to choose single combat with him, then he could defeat them one by one!

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