"Yes!" Hearing their leader’s rebuke, Teng Xie Gui’s subordinates immediately went to issue the command.

Teng Xie Gui had not expected the enemy to develop a method to counteract the festering scars, a possibility he had failed to foresee.

Although his forces were numerous, the enemy’s attack power was formidable, and his army was steadily pushed back. Enraged, Teng Xie Gui prepared to enter the battle himself.

But at that moment, a figure appeared in the sky. It was none other than Fu Shen.

"Teng Xie Gui," Fu Shen said, his voice echoing across the field, "our grudge has lasted for hundreds of years. This time, I will fight you to the death!"

"You think I’m afraid of you?!" Teng Xie Gui immediately drew his saber and charged forward to confront Fu Shen.

This time, he was truly shocked. His own body bore many festering wounds, while Fu Shen’s skin was smooth and unblemished, completely free of scars. The sight caught him completely by surprise.

He roared, "You found a cure?"

"That’s right. Today, this battlefield will be the grave of your Teng Xie army!"

Fu Shen was swift and resolute, charging forward immediately. The clash of Divine Generals was a terrifying sight. He swung his axe down, colliding with Teng Xie Gui’s saber.

Teng Xie Gui’s strength was boundless. Although his slash missed Fu Shen, it cleaved a deep chasm into the earth.

At that moment, Fu Shen attacked with incredible speed. His strikes were fast, precise, and ruthless, landing two vicious cuts on Teng Xie Gui’s body.

Teng Xie Gui clutched his painful wounds. "Damn it, these festering scars are affecting my combat ability," he said coldly.

Every time he exerted his full power, he felt a burning pain as pus oozed from his wounds. The pain was unbearable. In their past one-on-one battles, Fu Shen had always been forced onto the defensive. But this time, Fu Shen took the initiative, driving him into a corner.

***

Meanwhile, on the ground below, Ye Fan and his two companions fought in the chaotic fray. With every stroke of Ye Fan’s sword, three or four warriors from the Teng Xie Clan fell dead.

Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa were not to be outdone. They were at a crucial moment in tempering their physiques, so they dominated the fight with raw physical power. Fighting with fists and feet, their bodies were soon covered in blood, but their gazes remained as hard as steel. This chaotic battlefield was the perfect place for it.

Wu Fa let out a fierce roar and brutally tore an attacking Teng Xie Clan warrior to bloody shreds—a truly terrifying sight. Mu Chen Dong, on the other hand, was a ruthless pugilist; every one of his brutal punches was aimed at making his opponent’s body explode. In that moment, they were no longer men, but ferocious beasts. And like beasts let loose in a crowd, they were bound to unleash chaos.

Ye Fan wielded the power of the Yuanhong Sword, whipping up waves of Sword Qi that sent a row of heads flying with each swing. He killed swiftly and effectively, using the battle to test and refine his Swordsmanship, polishing it until it was flawless. He knew that on a battlefield like this, even the slightest vulnerability could be fatal. The Gods Battlefield was the ideal place to identify and eliminate his weaknesses.

Up ahead, where Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa were fighting, Ye Fan saw a hundred-man squad armed with shields and spears charging toward them. In response, he quickly concentrated his power for a single sword strike.

Ye Fan then unleashed another deadly attack. A beam from his Heavenly Subduing Sword shot forth, annihilating the entire hundred-man squad in an instant. Such a terrifying kill rate struck fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it.

"Kill him! He’s the most dangerous one!" a Teng Xie Clan commander shouted.

He was stunned by Ye Fan’s decisive Sword Qi. A formidable squad like that had been wiped out in the blink of an eye. They now believed Ye Fan was their greatest threat.

But the squads that rushed forward all fell to Ye Fan’s sword. And so, the Teng Xie Clan commander confronted Ye Fan himself.

He was a Martial Artist who had broken through to the second Great Nirvana, and his strength was formidable. On this entire battlefield, few could match him. Therefore, he firmly believed that killing Ye Fan, who had only broken through the first Great Nirvana, would be an easy task.

He shouted at Ye Fan, "I’ve come to take your life!"

Ye Fan sneered, "With just you?"

BAM!

Their weapons collided. Ye Fan was forced back more than ten steps before he could regain his footing, whereas the commander only retreated four or five. Clearly, Ye Fan was at a disadvantage in their first exchange.

Ye Fan was shocked, his arm numb. Just as expected, the higher the cultivation realm, the smaller the power gap one can overcome in battle.

The Teng Xie Clan commander hadn’t expected Ye Fan to unleash such formidable combat power. If he had used even an iota less force just now, he would have been the one at a disadvantage.

"Again!" Ye Fan bellowed, immediately unleashing the Heavenly Subduing Sword.

The commander was stunned. Ye Fan’s sword strike had already grazed his throat. If Ye Fan had been a fraction faster, or if his own dodge had been a fraction slower, the blow would have been devastating.

Before the commander could recover, Ye Fan pressed his onslaught. His Swordsmanship was renowned for its deadly precision, embodying the principle: a kill every ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles. Although Ye Fan’s realm was lower than the commander’s, his sword strikes were too fast, and every blow was lethal. The Teng Xie Clan commander was forced to fight while retreating.

He was actually quite frustrated. Relying on his superior realm, he had wanted to slay Ye Fan, perhaps even kill him instantly. But after truly clashing with Ye Fan, he realized the young man’s strength was overwhelming, so much so that even he couldn’t kill him in one blow. It was impossible to even gain the upper hand. He knew that if Ye Fan ever reached his realm, he would be the one to be killed instantly. Such was the terrifying power of a genius.

"Returning to the Sect Sword! Crossing Sword! Hundred-step Flying Sword!" Ye Fan shouted.

He launched three attacks in rapid succession, each one forcing the Teng Xie Clan commander into a position where he couldn’t dodge. When the final sword strike landed, a spray of blood erupted from his body.

"This is impossible!" He had never imagined Ye Fan could be this powerful. It was completely beyond his comprehension as blood dripped steadily from his wound.

He said to Ye Fan in a cold voice, "Boy, you have enraged me."

"And what if I have?" Ye Fan replied disdainfully.

The Teng Xie Clan commander let out an infuriated roar and entered a berserk state. At that moment, he launched his fiercest attack on Ye Fan in a mad frenzy.

Ye Fan reacted swiftly, refusing to back down.

BAM!

In this exchange, although Ye Fan’s sword pierced through the commander’s body, he was sent flying by a powerful punch. The sheer force behind the fist of an expert of this caliber was terrifying.

Ye Fan spat out a mouthful of blood but pressed his attack once more.

The Teng Xie Clan commander struggled to pull the Yuanhong Sword from his torso and roared, "I will shatter your body!"

He burst forward with a powerful flurry of punches, and even Ye Fan dared not clash head-on. Finally, with no time to dodge, Ye Fan met one of the punches with his own.

CRACK!

A sickening crack echoed as their fists met. Ye Fan clutched his fist in pain. If not for his formidable physique, tempered by the Demon Clan’s body-refining arts, that single blow would have shattered his hand.

Although the Teng Xie Clan commander’s fingers were also injured, his berserk state meant he felt no pain whatsoever.

BOOM!

His fist came down again. Ye Fan quickly dodged and looked back to see that the punch had smashed through the ground where he had just stood, creating a fearsome chasm. Such terrifying power was enough to instill horror and unease in anyone.

Ye Fan adjusted his movement technique and engaged the commander in a final, desperate battle. Their speed and strength were both pushed to their absolute limits.