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Chapter 1758: Chapter 1625: Blood for Blood!

"Ah ah ah..."

The death of Wu Xinhai deeply stimulated Ye Fan, driving him into a frenzy of hatred. Regardless of anything, he unleashed the Eight Phase World Domain, forcefully breaking through the interception of the Little Jiao King.

However—

Before he could reach Wu Xinhai’s remains, he heard Tong Qianchen’s exclamation, causing his consciousness to tremble.

Although he had rejected Tong Qianchen, Ye Fan always felt he owed her too much. He shouldn’t have hurt the feelings of such a pure-hearted girl.

Burdened by his feelings, he couldn’t open his heart to accept this pure affection, choosing instead to escape against his will.

However, when he sensed Tong Qianchen in danger, he rushed over without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan launched an Immortal Stele Scattering Hand strike, crushing a few strong members of the Demon Clan to the ground. Then he expanded a virtual space, directly bringing the father and daughter into it.

Whoosh!

Then, with one punch, he annihilated the Xuan Beasts and Demon Clan strong men blocking his path. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Afterward, he performed Chasing Star Step, moving at incredible speed to reach Wu Xinhai’s body. He swept his leg, like the Divine Dragon’s tail, breaking the bones and tendons of the Xuan Beasts that had besieged Wu Xinhai, leaving them unable to survive.

"Where do you think you’re going?!"

The Little Jiao King shouted angrily and struck toward Ye Fan.

Previously knocked aside by Ye Fan, the Little Jiao King was furious. He pursued him relentlessly, witnessing Ye Fan rescue Tong Tianhao and Tong Qianchen, and then abscond with Wu Xinhai’s corpse, igniting his anger. A claw strike flew toward Ye Fan’s back, with five nails shooting out arcs of killing light.

Ye Fan turned around and stood firm, a punch scattering the killing light, his eyes blood red, like an Asura War God.

"You must die today; no one can save you!"

The Little Jiao King roared, his voice like a Divine Dragon, unleashing secret techniques to attack Ye Fan.

Ye Fan expanded the Eight Phase World Domain to resist the opponent’s attacks. Though the Eight Phase World Domain trembled violently and spun rapidly, it remained unbroken.

However, apart from him, other disciples of the Xuanwu Sect fell into mortal peril. Even if they fought desperately, they could only kill a few weaker Xuan Beasts. Once confronted with powerful Xuan Beasts, they were utterly outmatched.

Many Xuan Beasts boasted astonishing defenses. Their physical strength surpassed human limits. Once in close proximity, it equated to a death sentence.

"Ah... I’ll fight you to the death!"

Bleeding all over, Shen Tu shouted and blew up his Holy Embryo, dragging several Demon Clan strong members into death with him.

This incredibly tragic death left no intact body. His flesh and blood were blasted apart, leaving a three-meter-deep pit in the ground.

"Shen Tu..."

Having fought alongside Shen Tu, Zhang Taiyi screamed, punching back a Demon Clan strong member, shouting, "Demon Clan be damned, long live the Human Race!!"

With those words, he also blew up his Holy Embryo, taking several Demon Clan strong members with him.

This was one of the few times the taciturn Zhang Taiyi spoke so much, yet it became his last words.

Zhang Taiyi’s voice resonated powerfully, exuding a sense of metal and stone, proclaiming the indomitable spirit and integrity of the Human Race.

"Long live the Human Race!!"

Zhang Taiyi’s voice echoed long in the valley, inspiring every living Human and every disciple of the Xuanwu Sect.

At the same time, it shocked the hearts and minds of the Demon Clan, realizing it was nearly impossible to enslave a Human Race with such determination and integrity.

"Ah..."

Watching helplessly as his mentor and comrades met untimely deaths, Ye Fan lost control, his blood-red eyes gleaming with killing light.

"Your life is mine!"

Ye Fan’s voice, icy cold, seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, as the Eight Phase World Domain spun rapidly, resisting the Little Jiao King’s attack and pressing directly toward him.

"You want to engage in a physical battle with me? Fine, I’ll oblige!"

Seeing Ye Fan dare to engage in close combat, the Little Jiao King laughed. As a Hei Jiao Royal Family member with royal bloodline, his physical body was unparalleled, and he had no fear of physical combat.

In his view, Ye Fan seeking a physical fight was a path to self-destruction. How could a frail Human compare to him?

Whoosh!

The Little Jiao King allowed Ye Fan to approach, then fiercely swung his pair of dragon claws at Ye Fan’s chest, intending to tear him apart.

"Die!!!"

Ye Fan shouted, swinging his golden fist directly at the Little Jiao King’s pair of dragon claws, his golden fist shining brilliantly, like a golden sun.

"Buzz!"

The void, like a torn rag, was forcefully shaken by the golden fist.

It was a terrifying scene, scaring the nearby Xuan Beasts into retreat, fearing being caught in the crossfire.

Ye Fan’s physical strength was so immense that nothing could stop him. He even struck through the void, breaking free of heaven and earth’s prison. Golden Heaven and Earth Tao Markings densely covered his golden fist.

The golden fist finally collided with the Little Jiao King’s dragon claws. A blinding light erupted in heaven and earth as gold and black shot into the sky.

It was like Wuji giving birth to Tai Chi, then colliding, like two volcanoes erupting simultaneously. The scene was eerily golden and black.

The earth silently disintegrated, forming a massive deep pit. The energy waves collapsed nearby mountain peaks.

"Roar..."

The Little Jiao King roared, bursting from the pitch-black light like a Xuan Beast, his legs shaking like a Divine Dragon’s tail, pouncing at Ye Fan again, his eyes emitting two cruel, vicious gleams.

"Blood for blood!!"

Ye Fan shouted ferociously, his golden fists striking fiercely again at the Little Jiao King’s claws, producing a loud metallic clash.

"Crack!"

The Little Jiao King’s dragon claws, made from ten nails, splintered piece by piece under Ye Fan’s golden fists, falling off and bleeding.

"Impossible, this is impossible. How can your body be stronger than our Demon Clan’s?"

The Little Jiao King screamed in bitterness, unable to accept such a fact.

In his view, the Demon Clan’s body was the strongest, and the Human Race could not possibly compete with the Demon Clan. Moreover, as someone with royal blood, he couldn’t lose in terms of physical strength to a Human he considered an ant.

However—

The fact was, in the contest of physical strength, he was at a disadvantage. This young human before him shattered his deeply rooted beliefs!

"Little Jiao King, you’re really too weak. To deal with a human ant, you even used the True Dragon Transformation, and yet you let a human break your dragon claw, bringing shame to your father, the Black Flood Dragon King!"

Observing the battle situation, other Demon Clan strong people who hadn’t taken action yet couldn’t help making sarcastic remarks, causing the veins on Little Jiao King’s forehead to throb violently.

"Just watch. I will tear him apart!"

The Little Jiao King took a deep breath, and the severed dragon claw instantly restored itself. His whole body surged with Essence Qi, flickering with black light, enveloping him like black flames.

"You must die!"

Ye Fan stood like a Divine King in the void, radiant with golden brilliance, even his jet-black hair coated with a faint golden glow, expanding the Eight Phase World Domain, stepping forward.

"Really?"

The Little Jiao King sneered, and then used a secret technique to forcibly enhance his body’s strength and combat power, his face twisting, covered in black dragon scales, including his face, looking terrifying.

Now he was on the verge of complete transformation, his whole body exuding the aura of a Serpent Dragon, clearly belonging to the Jiao Dragon Clan.

"True Dragon Nine Transformations, transform into a dragon!"

He roared, and his whole body’s joints began to shift, crackling nonstop, exuding a horrifying aura. His body leaned forward, dragon-like yet serpent-like, then he kicked off the ground and charged over with a swish.

The overwhelming killing aura permeated, the Little Jiao King was now not far from truly becoming a serpent dragon, his claws shooting out beams of killing light.

"Die!!!"

Ye Fan roared, charging forward, using force against force, strength against strength, his golden fist slicing through the air, a single hand breaking the heavens, shaking the firmament.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang..."

After dozens of intense collisions, Ye Fan remained incredibly strong, standing in the void, surrounded by golden and purple light, like a War God.

In contrast, the Little Jiao King kept retreating, coughing up blood, nearly crushed under Ye Fan’s attacks with no ability to retaliate.

This scene shocked everyone. Even the Xuan Beasts that hadn’t transformed were deeply astonished, continually retreating.

"How can this be? Isn’t the Little Jiao King’s body invincible within the same realm? How could he be unable to contend with a mere human?"

Taking advantage of this breather, the remaining members of the Xuanwu Sect exhaled a long breath. The battle just now, although brief, was extremely brutal, and many were struggling to adapt.

The entire Xuanwu Mountain was almost dyed red with blood, corpses were everywhere, the peaks leveled, even the landscape drastically changed.

Even the three Supreme Elders were at the end of their strength. This time, the Xuanwu Sect suffered heavy losses. If it weren’t for disciples from the Qing Xuan Sect and Tianyuan Sect branches, the Xuanwu Sect would basically be erased from this world.

Under the absolute defense of Ye Fan’s Eight Phase World Domain, the Little Jiao King couldn’t break through his defense at all. Even if he occasionally did, the Heart Protecting Armor, refined with Ancient Shield Fragments, would block it.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, directly burned his Divine Soul!

With both Divine Power and Divine Soul burning, his combat power increased several times, an overwhelming aura erupted from him.

Immediately, astonishing phantoms appeared around him: a headless Divine Race strongman and severed human-shaped creatures aligned on either side of him, golden Life Aura and gray Death Energy surging together.

"This..."

Everyone was stunned, never expecting Ye Fan to have such a trump card, utterly shocked by the phantoms appearing around him.

Even the Little Jiao King was no exception, dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of the Divine Race and human-shaped creatures around Ye Fan.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan wouldn’t miss this opportunity, let out a fierce shout, used Chasing Star Step, and instantly dashed to the Little Jiao King’s side, attacking him with both hands.

"No..."

"Little Jiao King, watch out!"

Other Demon Clan strong people shouted in unison, warning the Little Jiao King to be careful.

However—

Too late!

"Pfft—"

Ye Fan struck with both hands, brutally tearing the Little Jiao King, who was like a serpent dragon, apart.

"Ah..."

The Little Jiao King let out a heaven-shaking scream, yet it was powerless, torn apart by Ye Fan, his remains strewn everywhere, even his Divine Soul worn away by Ye Fan with the Heavenly Tao Seal.

"Uh..."

The entire Demon Clan army was shocked, whether transformed Demon Clan members or untransformed Xuan Beasts, they were deeply astonished by the scene before them.

Who was the Little Jiao King?

He was the Black Flood Dragon King’s second son, a standout among the younger generation!

And at this moment, he was overleveled and killed by Ye Fan, equivalent to a One-star Demon...

How could this not terrify them?!

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