Slaughter of the Four Crown Princes

In the blink of an eye, the youngest Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan was suddenly struck by disaster.

The Eastern Saint, clad in a feathered robe and starry crown, held the Heavenly Emperor Sacred Sword, wore the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman at his waist, and moved with the Movement Secret beneath his feet. He soared to the heavens above and delved into the netherworld below; no innate Dao pattern could bar his path, and there was nowhere he could not go.

The void-sealing grand formation formed by the Golden Crow Clan's eighty-one golden treasure banners could not stop him at all. The moment he struck, he slew a prince of exalted status on the spot.

"Roar..."

The Ninth Prince, closest to the Tenth Prince, watched helplessly as his youngest brother's head fell to the ground. Not even his Primordial Spirit escaped, and he went mad on the spot.

With a furious roar, his golden hair flew wildly. Vast blood energy condensed over his body like blazing golden sacred flames, making him seem like a golden holy spirit that had stepped forth from ancient times.

Bathed in divine flames and relying on his battle-tempered body, he brought his palm crashing straight down.

Ye Fan kicked off with both feet and slammed into the Ninth Prince's chest like a cannonball leaving its barrel. He chose to meet him head-on with pure physical strength, returning to the most primal form of combat.

"Argh..."

The Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan let out a howl. Under the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body's fierce interception, the demon body he had always been proud of shattered inch by inch, exploding into a spray of blood.

"Ninth Brother! Tenth Brother!"

In merely a few breaths, two princes with the strength of sect masters had died