# Chapter 973: Fallen Angels
Golden blood energy surged, yet Ye Fan's body stood as immovable as a mountain. With only two punches, he instantly killed two experts of the Western Dao Tradition, startling everyone and sending chills down their spines.
Gray mist billowed, covering the sky and earth. An elderly Western cultivator, his face covered in wrinkles and his pupils a lead-gray color, appeared as ancient as could be, as if he had walked straight out of hell.
He was the leader of this group of enforcers, powerful and terrifying.
The martial arena was completely submerged in gray fog. He resembled a demon god, emitting an overwhelming aura that caused many to tremble in fear. Through the dense atmosphere, they could see a gaunt figure with disheveled gray hair, inspiring a soul-deep shudder.
"Clank"
The sound of iron chains came forth. Though his body was withered, he was as intimidating as an old lion. In his hand was a long chain as red as blood, as if forged in purgatory, exuding a chilling aura.
"Hell's Binding!"
This was a forbidden art. Once entangled, the red iron chain would cling like a bone-gnawing maggot, destroying the enemy's vitality and stripping away their cultivation. In a certain era, it was regarded as a great evil art, harmful to heavenly principles, and despised by all.
This was an old man at the Dragon Transformation Seventh Heaven. He held a high position in the West and could fight across several minor realms, thus fearless. The blood-red iron chain emitted a piercing sound as it shot forward like a red-banded snake.
"This is my lord's doomsday judgment upon you!"
His long hair disheveled, his eyes like dead ashes, his voice emotionless, solemn, and dignified, he announced loudly.
The red iron chain dripped blood, becoming even more terrifying. People could hear sounds like ghosts wailing and gods howling, as if the gates of purgatory had been thrown open.
At this moment, a sinister wind howled, raging waves surged skyward, and countless corpses emerged. Many headless gods, demons, angels, and others appeared, shrouding the area.
"Roar..."
This scene was terrifying. Accompanied by enormous roars and the rumbling sound of a stone door being pushed open, it seemed as if the God of Death had walked out of the underworld palace to reap Ye Fan's life.
A dreadful aura instantly spread to every corner, with the coldness to freeze three thousand miles, the gloom of Yama's hall descending upon the mortal world. The destructive aura made many tremble.
The iron chain shot forward, about to wrap around Ye Fan's body.
He stood unmoving. Only when the blood-dripping iron chain was close, about to pierce through his heart, did he extend his powerful hand and grab the thick chain.
"Crack"
He pulled hard, then shook violently. The Western Dao Tradition enforcer immediately coughed up blood. The chain snapped taut, then shattered!
Like chunks of blood falling, the chain broke into dozens of pieces, easily torn apart. The final segment snapped straight, like a spear!
"Puff"
This segment of blood-red chain was sharper than a spear tip. It pierced through the man's head, passing through with blood and white brain matter, leaving only a corpse that fell backward to the ground.
Too casual, yet all the more shocking. A Western enforcer leader was killed just like that, without any suspense.
"Who are you?" The others retreated, filled with horror, unable to believe what had happened.
Ye Fan did not speak. He stared at them as if looking at dead men, not moving an inch.
In his palm, an ancient symbol flickered, interweaving a pattern of Dao marks. This made the eyes of those few grow increasingly hollow as they stared fixedly.
This was originally a manifestation of cultivation. At Ye Fan's level, when techniques were unleashed, cultivation would naturally revolve, interweaving symbols formed from the wondrous principles of heaven and earth.
However, the few mistook it for a Daoist talisman, believing Ye Fan had used a powerful magical artifact to destroy the red iron chain and kill the enforcer leader.
As for the others, aside from a few like Qiri Daoist, Kunlun Sect Leader Xue Chen, and others, they too could not see clearly, their hearts shaken.
"Use the Thunderous Wrath and pass judgment on him!" An old man with skin wrinkled beyond recognition shouted loudly.
An even larger scroll appeared in the void, and everyone immediately sensed an extremely yang aura.
"What a powerful fluctuation!"
Everyone involuntarily retreated. This was definitely an even more terrifying forbidden artifact.
A man with gray wings on his back, extremely aged, his eyes like black holes as intimidating, quickly unfurled the forbidden artifact and pressed forward, wanting to destroy Ye Fan.
When this ancient scroll was spread open, it emitted ten thousand rays of light. One after another, Dao marks interwove into a blazing sea of thunder, descending like a thunderous ocean.
This was a shocking sight—a heavenly tribulation descending upon the world!
A great cultivator had carved it into Dao marks, sealed them within the scroll, and placed them under the control of several fallen angels to execute judgment on super experts. It was terrifying beyond measure.
Thunder rolled, as if the Heavenly Court had descended upon the world, shattering everything. Purple light flooded the summit of Maoshan's main peak, covering Ye Fan beneath it.
No cultivator was unafraid of thunder. This was something linked to heavenly tribulation, a direct means by which the heavens destroyed the mortal world, irresistible and devastating.
Yet, amidst this vast sea of thunder, Ye Fan was so calm. He looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, as if savoring the fragrance of flowers and grass, utterly composed from the depths of his heart.
He spread open a golden palm, pressing slowly but powerfully toward the sky. Everyone in the distance was tense to the extreme, retreating over two li.
"Boom"
Ten thousand bolts of lightning struck down. Ye Fan did not move a single inch. Only a symbol appeared in the center of his palm, and all the lightning converged there, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
"Too weak, far from comparable to a heavenly tribulation," he murmured softly. Only the few Western Dao Tradition cultivators nearby heard him, their hair standing on end in terror, their souls nearly frightened out of their bodies.
"Boom"
All the lightning vanished, all absorbed into the symbol in Ye Fan's palm, leaving everyone petrified, completely stunned.
"What kind of talisman is that? Could it be the legendary thunder-subduing treasure?"
"It's a divine talisman, likely left behind by an ancient sage!"
Everyone was dumbfounded, like clay statues, only able to discuss it after a long time.
"You... who exactly are you?" The voices of the several fallen angels with gray wings trembled.
"Independent cultivator Ye Fan," he said calmly, without a ripple. He did not immediately strike because he was studying the scroll, probing their origins to see what made the Western Dao Tradition special.
The few Western Dao Tradition enforcers all had ashen faces. The strength displayed by this person before them was at the Dragon Transformation Great Perfection, and that Daoist divine talisman was even more terrifying, impossible to counter.
"Boom!"
Without prior agreement, they exchanged glances and then acted decisively. Each sacrificed a scroll, chanting ancient incantations. These were all forbidden artifacts.
After throwing them with force, they turned and fled, wanting to escape this place. This person before them was absolutely not to be provoked, impossible to kill.
"You've given me a doomsday judgment without any result. Now listen to my verdict on you."
Ye Fan acted. The symbol in his palm flickered, and blazing thunder shot forth, surging forward.
The four ancient scrolls all shattered, becoming crystalline pieces of paper that drifted down from the sky. The Dao marks on them were destroyed, their power completely erased.
"What?"
The four fallen angels were horrified. These scrolls couldn't even hold for a moment. This filled them with extreme terror. This was definitely not someone at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm—they had gravely underestimated him!
Ye Fan turned his palm into a finger and pointed forward. His golden finger was like a golden pillar piercing the heavens, crushing all tangible things as it fell.
The golden finger was over ten zhang long. With each point, it turned one of the four aged fallen angels into a mist of blood. With a puff, they exploded in the air, leaving nothing behind.
Ye Fan reached out with his hand, extracting the sea of consciousness imprint from one of them, reading the information he wanted to know, then dispersed the blood mist.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded. This was like a myth. What kind of person was this? With a raise of his hand, he easily obliterated several powerful Western Dao Tradition enforcers, like crushing ants!
This was practically a divine being, a true great cultivator. Many sect leaders could not contend with him. He was an existence with no equal in this age.
"He looks so young, his blood energy surging like an ocean. He shouldn't have reached this realm. How can he be so powerful?" This was almost everyone's question and shock.
"Hmm?"
Ye Fan turned around. In the crowd, he saw a man draped in a cloak trying to slip away. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he pointed again.
"You will regret this. When my lord descends and the Crusade begins, you will be destroyed!"
The last expert from the Western Dao Tradition cried out unwillingly, but he still could not escape the crushing pressure of the golden finger, as massive as a mountain. With a bang, he turned into a mist of blood.
"The Crusade, quite the display. Let's see whether my westward journey to become a saint or your eastward expedition proves more effective," Ye Fan murmured to himself.
His heart stirred slightly. Through the memory imprints and those forbidden artifact scrolls, he keenly sensed that the Western Dao Tradition held a great advantage in this age of declining Dharma. Using the power of faith to cultivate, some individuals could become great cultivators in the present era.
Perhaps there might even be someone who could fight him!
Moreover, seeing a segment of the leader's memory, he had a vague guess. The Western Dao Tradition might have a few ancient ones who had not left.
He was not afraid. Facing numerous great enemies in the Big Dipper, he could roam the world and shake the five domains. How could he fear the Western Dao Tradition in this age of declining Dharma?
Little Pine poked his head out of Ye Fan's pocket, mischievous and clever, with pitch-black pupils and purple satin-like fur. This appearance made it impossible not to attract attention.
"With a purple squirrel, it's him... the great cultivator who manifested at Jiujiang. No wonder he's so powerful!" Many exclaimed in surprise.
Ye Fan became the center of attention. All eyes focused on him. Many showed strange expressions. The eyes of many young female disciples from various sects sparkled. A cultivator who had surpassed the mundane like this could not help but dominate the world.
"The competition continues!" The Shangqing Sect Leader announced.
Then, together with Qiri Daoist, Kunlun Sect Leader Xue Chen, the Immortal Sword Sect Master, the Zhu Phoenix Clan Leader, and others, they rose and invited Ye Fan into the Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Blessings Palace, a sacred hall on Maoshan.
With such a major incident, Ye Fan alone had cast a mysterious aura over the entire assembly. How could these people not be shaken?
"May I ask this Dao friend..."
Inside the Maoshan ancestral hall, several sect leaders could not help but speak. Though they held him in awe, there were things they had to ask.
Naturally, there were people Ye Fan knew here. The Great Valley Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Old Crane, warned him that such an action might bring great trouble. The Crusade would be a great calamity.
Ye Fan laughed, saying, "What era is this? The Crusade? Isn't that too arrogant? Do they really dare to send an army to the Central Land to exterminate me? If they do, I'll kill as many as come!"
Moreover, he raised a question. These Western Dao Tradition people looked somewhat like fallen angels, which should be opposed to the so-called cross-bearing holy knights.
"They are all from the same tradition. The opposition of light and dark, the concept of heaven and hell, is meant to make people revere and fear. With hope and despair, there is enough faith."
"Is that so? I'm actually looking forward to it. Let the holy knights come, let the holy maidens appear, let the Crusade begin. I'll wait quietly for you to purify me," Ye Fan said.
When Qiri Daoist, Xue Chen, the Immortal Sword Sect Master, and others heard this, they all felt a chill. What kind of person was this? What exactly was he looking forward to!?
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