Ye Fan said, "Hold on for an hour. After I’ve slain the Main God of Light, I’ll come back to rescue you!"
"Boss, forget one hour, we can hold on for two!"
Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa charged forward, each unleashing their signature techniques. Under their relentless assault, a troop from the Light Clan was forced to retreat repeatedly. They tried to wear the two down with a war of attrition.
The Bright God General held a spear, magnifying it infinitely until it resembled a heaven-piercing pillar before bringing it crashing down on Ye Fan. The spear was incredibly sharp, causing all who saw it to tremble. Empowered by the light, it became terrifying, seemingly capable of piercing through anything in its path.
Scornfully, Ye Fan drew his Yuanhong Sword, gathering its lethal power.
BOOM!
A massive explosion echoed through the sky as the spear collided with the Yuanhong Sword. Ye Fan swiftly sliced downward, shattering the spear in an instant!
The Bright God General hadn’t expected Ye Fan to be so powerful.
As Ye Fan’s sword fell, the general quickly pulled out a white mirror, aiming its beam at Ye Fan’s eyes.
"ARGH!"
Ye Fan cried out in pain, stumbling back and covering his eyes.
The Bright God General laughed maniacally. "HAHAHA! Struck by my Light Mirror, your eyes are now blind! Surrender now, or I will behead you!"
He hadn’t expected to succeed so quickly.
However, Ye Fan suddenly lowered his hands. His eyes were completely unharmed. The Bright God General was stunned; he couldn’t believe Ye Fan’s eyes were unaffected. The intense radiance of the Light Mirror had been completely ineffective.
"This is impossible!" the Bright God General exclaimed in disbelief.
Ye Fan said coldly, "You thought that little trinket of yours could blind me? Go die!"
He swung his sword, and the Light Mirror instantly shattered. The Bright God General was enraged. The mirror he had spent countless ages forging had just been destroyed.
The general flicked his spear upward. Seemingly helpless, Ye Fan dropped his Yuanhong Sword. The general immediately pressed his advantage, lunging forward to run him through.
"In your dreams!" Ye Fan roared.
He caught the Bright Spear with his left hand. The Bright God General could not pull it free. In the next moment, Ye Fan made his move. He chopped down with his right hand, instantly snapping the Bright Spear in two.
The Bright God General was heartbroken. To lose two supreme treasures at once was an agonizing blow.
"Half Moon Slash!" the Bright God General bellowed, unleashing the attack toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan roared back, "Pure Yang Dragon Fist!"
He sent his fist crashing into the Half Moon Slash, instantly shattering it.
The Bright God General was shocked. He retreated and shouted to his subordinates, "Join me! Channel the Light Power and slay this boy!"
"Yes, sir!" a group of Martial Artists replied. They joined the Bright God General, channeling their combined Light Power in an attempt to slay Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was simply too strong—impossibly strong. His power was far beyond anything they could have imagined.
The Bright God General had never anticipated that a young prodigy could have already reached the Divine General Peak. The realization filled him with despair.
Ye Fan’s hands transformed into Divine Dragon Claws. He stepped forward and said mockingly, "Do you really think your combined power can shake me? Before me, you’re nothing but pathetic clowns!"
He unleashed his Divine Dragon Claws. Streaks of blood-red light and phantom claw-marks tore through the air.
"ARGH!"
A group of Martial Artists was blown to pieces.
The Bright God General was horrified. Ye Fan’s power was enough to drive him to utter despair. Capturing Ye Fan was no longer the objective. Survival was all that mattered now.
"Kill!" Wu Fa and Mu Chen Dong smashed through the enemy ranks with their raw physical strength. To them, the so-called war of attrition was nothing but a joke.
Seeing this, the Bright God General immediately ordered, "Retreat!"
At this point, retreat was the only option. He was no match for Ye Fan. Based on the power Ye Fan had displayed, only a Main God could hope to suppress him. No martial artist of any other realm could possibly be his opponent.
"Thinking of leaving? Impossible!" Ye Fan exclaimed.
He struck down with his Dragon Claw, leaving a blur of light and shadow in its wake.
The Bright God General shouted, "This armor I wear is invincible; you cannot breach its defenses! One day, I will kill you myself!"
Ye Fan remained calm and simply uttered one word: "Break!"
Instantly, cracks appeared on the Bright God General’s armor before it completely shattered.
"Impossible!" he stammered in shock. His supposedly invincible armor had been shattered by Ye Fan, a development that was completely beyond his expectations.
The Bright God General cried out in shock, "Why... why does my body ache?!"
He looked down and gasped in horror. His body was slowly splitting into two halves.
"ARGHHH!"
He let out a terrifying scream. The power of that claw strike was beyond his comprehension. He could only close his eyes and await death.
Dark clouds obscured the sun, mirroring the final fall of the Bright Saint Clan. The clan was now history. The Bright God General let out a final, tragic sigh. I never had the chance to realize my ambitions... to strengthen the Bright Saint Clan... I thought Ye Fan was a soft target, but he turned out to be a fierce tiger. Before such a beast, my demise was inevitable.
At that moment, Ye Fan unleashed a wave of Sword Qi, slaughtering the fleeing members of the Bright Saint Clan and sending their bodies plummeting from the sky. No matter how numerous they were, they could not withstand a single attack from Ye Fan, whose power was now terrifyingly close to that of a Main God.
「On the ground below, in the Spirit Suppressing Domain」
"My lord, corpses are falling from the sky! It’s raining bodies!"
"What?"
The domain’s leaders hurried over to look. It was true—a rain of corpses, all clad in Bright Armor, was falling from the sky. Not a single one had survived.
The Martial Artists of the Spirit Suppressing Domain gasped in horror. They had never witnessed such a terrifying scene. This is just too horrifying!
This was especially true for Zhuang Zhou and the others. They had guarded this place for a millennium, yet they had never seen it rain corpses from the sky. These bodies belonged to warriors from the Bright Saint Clan. Could a great battle have taken place in the sky? But if so, why are only corpses in white armor falling? Did the other side suffer no casualties? This whole scene far surpassed anything they could have imagined.
「Meanwhile」
Ye Fan regrouped with Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa.
The two were shocked when they saw Ye Fan holding the head of the Bright God General. Although they had believed their boss would win, they never expected him to triumph so swiftly.
It hasn’t even been thirty minutes! The Boss already took his head! This is just unbelievable!
Ye Fan declared, "It’s done!"
"You’re incredible, Boss!"
"So awesome!"
The two of them showered Ye Fan with compliments.
Ye Fan stated, "Those fools were courting death by challenging me. They got what they deserved. Come on, let’s head to the mortal realm."
"Okay!"
The two followed Ye Fan to the mortal realm.
Upon arriving, they were struck by the depleted Spiritual Energy. The natural power of heaven and earth was faint here, making it an extremely difficult place for cultivation.
They couldn’t believe it. Their boss, the number one genius of the Divine Domain, had actually come from such a desolate wasteland. Here, even reaching the rank of Divine Captain was an immense challenge, let alone becoming a high-level Martial Artist.
But then they learned that this barren land was anything but simple. Ancestor of Tianyuan, once the most powerful figure in the Divine Domain, had come from this very place. So too had the Five Ancestors of the Yan Clan, who had illuminated an entire era.
Now, there was Ye Fan. It had to be said that although the land was barren, the figures who emerged from it made names for themselves that resounded across the heavens.
Perhaps this was the will of the heavens. This land was deprived of cultivation resources, yet the figures who emerged from it were each more extraordinary than the last.
For this reason alone, no one dared to underestimate this barren land. Who knew how many more individuals on par with the legendary Ancestor of Tianyuan might one day emerge from it?