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A world-shaking killing intent surged, directly targeting the top of Ye Fan’s head; this was an absolute kill, unavoidable.

Ye Fan never expected that after slaying all the assassins, there would still be one hidden in the void, delivering a fatal blow when he was most relaxed.

This person was ruthless and patient, not making a move even when Ye Fan was in the most difficult situation, waiting until Ye Fan believed all dangers were cleared to suddenly appear and strike.

When Ye Fan became aware, the tip of the blood-colored Divine Spear was already before his forehead. The chilling killing intent revealed the determination and ruthlessness of the attacker, concentrating thousands of killing techniques into this one thrust.

Sharp and vicious, insisting on a lethal blow, if struck, obliteration of body and soul would be certain, without exception, not even for Ye Fan.

Whoosh!

The purple robe fluttered as if flying, the power of the Jing Tian spear flickered menacingly, cutting off a lock of Ye Fan’s hair, almost piercing the skull.

At this critical moment, Ye Fan quickly calmed down, made the correct reaction, bent his legs, and sat on the ground; fragments of the black Ancient Shield flew out, positioned above the Bai Hui point of his head.

But this was not enough. Although the Ancient Shield fragments were extremely solid, they might not withstand the strike of the Jing Tian Divine Spear, whose tip had already touched his scalp.

"Swish!"

Ye Fan slammed the ground, performing the Chasing Star Step, transforming into a streak of Flowing Light, leaving behind a phantom, golden Tao Markings appeared underfoot, helping him transform into a dragon and fly away.

"Clang!"

A loud noise erupted as the spear’s tip struck the Ancient Shield fragments, pressing them against Ye Fan’s head.

The assassin followed closely like a shadow; Ye Fan’s speed had already broken the limit, as if traversing space, yet he still couldn’t evade this inevitable strike.

The complete Ancient Shield was said to be able to withstand a full strike from a Great Emperor at his peak, though it was shattered, ordinary Holy Weapons couldn’t easily pierce it.

However, the Ancient Shield fragments were too small to fully protect Ye Fan’s head, other areas remained under the terrifying spear tip.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, numerous thoughts flashed through Ye Fan’s mind—how to counter this lethal strike, was he really going to die here?

Perhaps, burning the Holy Embryo and Divine Soul could increase his strength, speed, and reaction tenfold, to evade this disaster.

But there was no time now to burn the Holy Embryo and Divine Soul, simply no means left, only to wait for the Jing Tian Divine Spear to pierce him.

If the Emperor Sha faced this situation, what would he do?

Suddenly, images flashed through Ye Fan’s mind, recalling those times in the Emperor Sha’s Palace over the past year, during multiple battles against the young Emperor Sha, and the deadly techniques Emperor Sha used.

"So that’s it!"

Only now did Ye Fan truly understand why the Eternal Slaughter Emperor required him to defeat his younger self; it was an indirect way of passing down his techniques!

During the battles with him, the Eternal Slaughter Emperor displayed all the deadly techniques he had comprehended and created throughout his life, with the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique merely serving as a summary.

It was akin to a prescription, the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique being the key to all of the Slaughter Emperor’s deadly techniques. By comprehensively understanding the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique, any of Slaughter Emperor’s deadly techniques could be utilized.

At this moment, Ye Fan’s mind reached a state of serenity, empty spirit, ascended to the mystical realm of Unity of Heaven and Man, instinctively evolving the Slaughter Emperor’s Holy Technique through the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique.

"Swish!"

Ye Fan’s entire form blurred, merging into the void, seemingly no longer existing in this world, utilizing the Slaughter Emperor’s Holy Technique fueled by the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique to unleash terrifying power.

Like a streak of Flowing Light, he perfectly combined the Slaughter Emperor’s deadly techniques with the Chasing Star Step, skimming through the void, reaching the extreme of speed, his body faintly discernible, hovering between reality and illusion.

The terrifying spear thrust pierced through the blurred shadow, golden droplets of blood splattered, yet it failed to penetrate.

Ye Fan was in a mystical state, his whole being ambiguous, his aura perfectly restrained to the utmost.

At this critical moment, he ascended to a realm of Heaven and Man Unity, clearly grasping the trajectory of the rules and rhythms of heaven and earth, perfectly merging with them, evading this inevitable strike.

The terrifying spear tip stabbed his skull, but there was no sensation of penetration into his body, as though merely inserting into a shadow, without piercing through.

"Swish!"

Ye Fan broke free, stepping out from the void not far away, narrowly escaping disaster, though his head was still wounded, with a wound on the top of the skull nearly penetrating.

Golden blood flowed down his head, clumping his hair into locks, narrowly escaping life and death.

At this realm, only the head remained the greatest vulnerability. Once shattered, the result would be the obliteration of body and soul.

Even though Ye Fan’s Divine Soul was exceptionally powerful, even if his skull was pierced, as long as the Divine Soul remained intact, he could regenerate, but the terrifying spear tip clearly wouldn’t allow him that chance.

This opponent was extremely terrifying, many times stronger than those two old assassins, capable of contending with the Heavenly Prince, potentially even killing him by surprise.

Such a young powerhouse was actually an assassin of the Human Race, but did not strike in the Human Race’s time of greatest need, attacking only after he slew the Heavenly Prince.

The human heart!

Ye Fan lamented, not everyone could shoulder the burden of the world’s people; at least a small segment remained utterly cold, concerned only with their own interests, never considering the greater good of the race.

"Buzz!"

Without a word, Ye Fan delivered a slap, never having suffered such a setback since achieving success in cultivation, nearly having his head chopped off.

At this moment, he knew without further consideration who the newcomer was; he wasn’t from the Red Dust Assassin Holy Land or the Time Killer Sanctuary, otherwise he would have appeared earlier, and his attire differed from assassins from the other two Holy Lands.

He speculated the other might be from the "Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land"!

The three Assassin Holy Lands dispatched seed level assassins simultaneously to attack him, it seems that whoever wants him dead really values him.

"Your reaction is really fast!"

The young assassin spoke, his voice dry and piercing, like the scraping of two pieces of rusty metal.

"Meet your end!"

Ye Fan activated the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique, simulating Emperor Sha’s deadly techniques, and charged at the young assassin. The terrifying killing intent, as if tangible, turned the surrounding rocks into powder.

"Roar..."

With a roar, a hundred-zhang Divine Dragon sprang from the young assassin’s body, claws extending, rushing towards Ye Fan. The terrifying dragon might swept across the heavens and earth.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan’s eyes shot out two Dragon shaped Divine Light beams, not yet withdrawing from the Tao Realm, aligned with heaven and earth. He took a step forward, heavily stamping on the ground.

"Boom!"

The sound of footsteps like a divine bell from heaven, a thunderous clash, melding with the rhythm of heaven and earth, instantly shattered the hundred-zhang dragon into dust, dispersing as specks of Golden Light in the air.

"Poof!"

The young assassin spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, fear flashing in his eyes, his Holy Embryo shattered, delivering a fatal injury.

At this moment, Ye Fan gave him an unbeatable aura, as if facing a Divine, a Great Emperor. The immense pressure caused his psyche to completely collapse.

"Kill!"

The young assassin desperately gathered his consciousness, launching his strongest strike, channeling all spiritual energy into it.

Jing Tian Divine Spear shot like a meteor across the sky, breaking spatial constraints, appearing before Ye Fan instantly, its tip exuding an unparalleled killing intent.

Ye Fan did not even glance, casually using his finger as a scissor, clasping the spear’s shaft as its tip was less than an inch from his face.

The Jing Tian Divine Spear emitted dazzling light, trembling incessantly, yet unable to advance, seemingly pinned in place.

"Buzz!"

With a single thought, Ye Fan eradicated the Artifact Spirit within the spear, naturally obliterating the fragment of divine consciousness the assassin had placed within it.

"Swish!"

The young assassin retreated far with a swift motion, failed assassination attempt leaving no pause, retreating decisively.

He knew clearly, if he didn’t flee now, he might never have the chance, for Ye Fan would not spare him and might even use the Soul Searching Technique upon him.

The thought of such terrifying pain and consequences made him shiver.

As a "seed" of the Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land, he understood the necessity of discretion, a failed assassination necessitating swift retreat; otherwise, he would not withstand Ye Fan’s wrath.

Temporary retreat, concealing himself, was the best strategy; therefore, he decisively retreated, hiding within the Void.

He believed, once concealed within the Void, Ye Fan could not find him, since earlier he approached Ye Fan directly within the Void unnoticed.

However, Ye Fan was nearly assassinated, how could he easily let the young assassin go?

Without hesitation, Ye Fan immediately used the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique to simulate the deadly techniques of the Eternal Slaughter Emperor, gazing through the Void. He infused the Jing Tian Divine Spear in his hand with a vast ocean-like Divine Power and Thunder Power, its tip enveloped with Heaven and Earth Tao Markings, piercing the Void directly, pinning the young assassin within it.

"Ah..."

The young assassin screamed, his meridians utterly destroyed, his barely formed Holy Embryo shattered once more. He spat out blood mixed with internal organ fragments, his eyes turning pitch black and hollow.

"Buzz!"

His head burst with intense light, subsequently exploding, self-destructing his Divine Soul.

This assassin was decisively ruthless, not only cruel to enemies but harsher on himself, self-destructing the Divine Soul meant annihilation, severing any chance of rebirth and cultivation.

Boom!

As the young assassin self-destructed his Divine Soul, an Ancient Jade within a Bone Temple of the Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land suddenly fractured, releasing a stream of black energy.

An entirely black mist-enshrouded man seated in the Bone Temple summoned with a hand gesture, grasping the black energy briefly, then merged his palms and the black energy vanished instantly.

"Heh..."

The man within the black mist chuckled coldly, his voice akin to a night owl’s lament, extremely grating.

"Failed unexpectedly! Interesting, that brat’s growth rate truly exceeds my expectations!"

The man shrouded entirely in black mist muttered to himself.

"What happened to the Saint Heir?"

Witnessing this scene, several gaunt veteran assassins exchanged glances, having not heard the Saint Heir laugh in such a manner for a long time, causing them to feel a chill.

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