"Die!" Fu Hu’s punch thundered down, striking Ye Fan and sending him flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth. No matter how strong he was, he could not contend with Heaven itself.

Fu Hu sent him flying with another kick. Ye Fan tumbled from the summit of the snowy mountain, landing in a sorry heap in the snow below.

Fu Hu approached him mockingly and laughed. "You’re less than an ant now. In my eyes, you’re just a dead dog! All it would take is one stomp from me and you’ll be obliterated in an instant!"

"What makes you think you, from the Righteous Divine Lineage, can fight against me?" Fu Hu scoffed disdainfully. "If not for the fact that each of us in the Evil God lineage has our own ambitions, how could your Righteous Gods have survived until now?"

In truth, that wasn’t the entire reason. The Evil God lineage had delayed their attack for two main reasons. First, the Righteous Divine Lineage was not weak. Second, there was a legend from the past.

When the Ancestor of Tianyuan perished, he had proclaimed that if the Evil Gods launched a full-scale assault, the Heavenly Pillar would be severed. Severing the pillar would connect the Divine Domain to the outside world, causing the domain itself to cease to exist.

Therefore, neither the Evil God lineage nor the Righteous Divine Lineage dared to act rashly. They could only target the younger generation of warriors in an attempt to cut off their lines of inheritance.

Ye Fan ignored Fu Hu. He was completely engrossed in comprehending his own power, attempting to use it to break free from Fu Hu’s restraints.

At that moment, Fu Hu drew his longsword and said mockingly, "I’ve had enough fun. I have no more patience to play with you! Die!"

He raised his longsword and hacked down toward Ye Fan’s head.

But in that instant, Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword flashed up to block the blow. The parry at such close range startled Fu Hu.

It really is the Slaughter Sword... the legendary Killing God Sword that once stirred the heavens and the earth.

The Yuanhong Sword was the personal weapon of the Ancestor of Tianyuan. After their last encounter, the Hu Ben Main God had ordered Fu Hu to pay close attention to what kind of sword Ye Fan used. Now, he finally had his proof. The sword in Ye Fan’s hands was the Yuanhong Sword, the very Killing God Sword that had once made the Divine Race tremble in fear.

Fu Hu spoke to Ye Fan, his voice cold. "Holding the Yuanhong Sword, you think you can be another Ancestor of Tianyuan? Dream on. Today is the day you die!"

He gathered his power and sent Ye Fan flying again.

Leaning on the Yuanhong Sword, Ye Fan gasped for air. He was indeed in a very weak state, constantly being crushed by the inscriptions. The next moment, Fu Hu attacked again, knowing that Ye Fan was in an absolutely debilitated condition under the pressure of the inscriptions.

Ye Fan could only raise his sword to defend himself. Though his strength was minuscule and Fu Hu had already wounded him severely several times, he continued to persevere.

He staggered and said, "Do you think these inscriptions are invincible? Do you think they truly come from the Heavenly Dao? You’re wrong. Your father merely exploited a loophole, seizing upon a few weaknesses of the Righteous Divine Lineage. For a major cultivation path like the Righteous Gods, these little problems are just a trivial constraint!"

"Then die!" Fu Hu’s sword came crashing down.

However, at that moment, Ye Fan’s sword light flashed.

"Heavenly Subduing Sword!"

He slashed out with immense power, kicking up a vortex of white snow. The strike, as vast and powerful as a galaxy, slammed into Fu Hu.

"AH!"

Fu Hu’s body nearly shattered. He was now in a state of utter weakness; Ye Fan’s sword strike had nearly claimed his life, draining him of much of his vitality.

Staring at Ye Fan in shock, he shouted, "You broke my All Things Technique long ago?"

"This is impossible!" he yelled. He firmly believed the All Things Technique was the nemesis of the Righteous Divine Lineage. For Ye Fan to break it should have been next to impossible.

But Ye Fan replied coldly, "Do you think your All Things Technique is so powerful? Given a little time, the Righteous Divine Lineage could break it too. The reason I was able to decipher your Great Floating Tang Power just now is because I am not one of the Righteous Gods. I am a mortal!"

"A mortal!"

Fu Hu would never have imagined that Ye Fan was a mere mortal. He had believed Ye Fan had to be one of the Righteous Gods or perhaps a member of the Demon Clan, but he would never have thought him to be a lowly mortal.

"We are mortals, and mortals cannot live forever," Ye Fan stated. "But if you trace things back to their origin, you so-called members of the Divine Race are nothing but mortals yourselves! Just slightly more powerful ones! Your All Things Technique merely tampers with the Godhead, but for me, the Godhead is optional!"

"What!"

Fu Hu was stunned. The Godhead was a Martial Artist’s very foundation, yet Ye Fan claimed it was optional for him. If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he would never have believed it.

Then, with a sudden movement, Ye Fan extracted his own Godhead.

When Fu Hu saw the Godhead separate from Ye Fan’s body, he nearly fell to his knees. The Godhead had left the body, yet its owner hadn’t died or even been crippled. It was the first time he had ever witnessed such a thing; it defied all expectations.

Ye Fan said mockingly, "As long as I remove my Godhead, your All Things Technique is a complete joke."

He rushed toward Fu Hu.

Still in shock, Fu Hu tried to block but was a step too late. Ye Fan’s sword struck him in the abdomen. He immediately clutched his wound, struggling to defend himself.

At this point, Fu Hu felt a sense of hopelessness. He knew that if this continued, it was only a matter of time before the weakened him was slain by Ye Fan. He glanced up and saw the snowpack above, cracking and threatening to give way.

In a desperate move, he lashed out with his sword. Ye Fan reacted quickly, his own blade slashing into Fu Hu’s shoulder, leaving it a bloody mess.

Just as Ye Fan prepared to unleash another attack to finish him off, the avalanche above began to move, catching him completely by surprise. An avalanche of unknown size instantly came crashing down. In its wake, everything fell silent as both Ye Fan and Fu Hu were completely engulfed by the snow.

「...」

Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, Huang Ji had tried numerous methods to break the Slaughter Array Formation, but with Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa actively powering it, the array remained undamaged. Even after unleashing her Great Wilderness Illusion Sea, she could only affect the array, not destroy it.

Mu Chen Dong said mockingly, "Little lady, are you still going to struggle? Your time is up. If you cripple your own cultivation now and spend a night with our boss, he might even spare you!"

As he said this, he completely disregarded Mu Keqing’s feelings. The "boss" he referred to was Ye Fan.

Wu Fa chimed in with a jeer. "That’s right, little lady. It’s an honor for you to accompany our boss. With his strength, girls like you would normally have to stand in line! Our boss has just been lonely since entering the Great Wilderness Space. Otherwise, why would a girl like you ever get a turn?"

Their taunts enraged Huang Ji. She furiously prepared to unleash the highest level of the Great Wilderness Illusion Sea. In the next moment, it launched another attack.

The two men laughed. "At it again! You must be exhausted. We almost feel sorry for you. Why don’t you just stay put quietly?"

This time, however, the Great Wilderness Illusion Sea was different. It was no longer something they could simply endure; it seemed to possess a soul of its own. It manifested twelve layers of Illusion Palaces, the power of each one resonating through the heavens.

The two had been unaffected when facing a single layer, but now they had to confront twelve, each one filled with despair and terror. This was the ultimate mystery of the Great Wilderness Illusion Sea.