Chapter 106: Unstoppable
Shou Feng was sent flying over eighty meters away, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble. He let out a miserable scream as several protruding rocks nearly broke his ribs. If not for his physique being far superior to ordinary people, he would have likely suffered broken bones and torn tendons on the spot.
A clear, blood-red palm print appeared on his face, swollen and red. He struggled to his feet, his eyes icy cold as he stared at Ye Fan. "You..." As a cultivator at the Divine Bridge realm, when had he ever endured such humiliation? Being slapped away by a mortal, witnessed by so many, made him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"What's so great about being a Divine Bridge realm cultivator? You still got knocked down by me, a mortal. Nothing special about it." Ye Fan said with a faint smile, rubbing his palm as he spoke, not missing the chance to mock him. "Though I have to admit, your face is unusually thick—it made my hand ache. Doesn't your face hurt?"
This naked humiliation made Jiang Feng's lungs feel like they were about to explode with rage. He was utterly frustrated. Divine Bridge realm cultivators stood high above mortals, like deities in the clouds. What happened today was unacceptable to him, a lifelong disgrace. He said coldly, "You're asking for death!"
Nearby, all the cultivators could hardly believe their eyes. Even if their divine power source was depleted and they couldn't use divine abilities or secret techniques, a Divine Bridge realm cultivator was still not someone a mortal could shake.
Zhou Yi and Wang Ziwen exchanged glances. They felt something was unreal. Ye Fan, who didn't understand cultivation methods, had actually slapped away the powerful figure they saw as untouchable, like swatting a fly. It left them shocked and confused.
Lin Jia's beautiful eyes were wide open, full of surprise, as if she couldn't believe it. Liu Yiyi and Zhang Ziling were dumbfounded, then showed anxious and worried expressions, deeply concerned for Ye Fan. With so many cultivators present, they didn't think Ye Fan could escape.
Li Xiaoman was lost in thought, finding all this incredible. She looked at the Divine Bridge realm cultivator, then at Ye Fan not far away, her heart unable to calm down.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The ground trembled. Even without using divine abilities, Jiang Feng's physical body was extremely powerful. He charged forward like a humanoid savage beast, his eyes shooting out terrifying beams of light.
Ye Fan looked at the blood-red finger marks on his face and smiled brightly. "Oh, mighty expert, are you looking down on me? Can you be a bit more condescending, a bit more arrogant, and then smash your other cheek into my palm?"
"Go to hell!" Jiang Feng's killing intent was fully exposed. He used his right hand as a blade to chop at Ye Fan's neck, while his left hand formed a dragon claw, reaching for Ye Fan's chest, intending to tear him apart.
"Truly a strong one. Against a mere mortal like me, every move is lethal." Ye Fan's lips curled with a hint of mockery. He reached out with both hands, instantly grabbing the hand blade and dragon claw, and twisted hard. The sound of bones breaking echoed.
Jiang Feng's expression turned grim. The intense pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Their feet also clashed rapidly, producing dull sounds. Jiang Feng was horrified to feel his knees shatter. He could no longer stand and fell to his knees with a "plop."
This was an unbearable sense of defeat. He was furious to the point of madness. A dignified Divine Bridge realm cultivator was actually less physically powerful than a mortal—he couldn't believe it.
"A man's knees are worth gold. Kneeling to me like this makes me feel unworthy. Get up." Ye Fan took a step back and swung his palm fiercely, slapping Jiang Feng's other cheek, leaving another clear blood-red print.
Jiang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, flipped backward, and fell into the rubble again, unable to get up. He gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Fan. "You little brat..."
"Do you feel humiliated? What's this compared to two years ago when you all wanted my life, chasing me until I had no way out in heaven or earth? Your little disgrace means nothing."
Ye Fan strode forward. "It's time to fulfill my promise. When you declared you'd kill me, I also made a decision—to take your life."
Seven or eight tall figures rushed forward, blocking Ye Fan's path. Some had wanted to act earlier, but Jiang Hanzhong had stopped them, wanting to see just how strong Ye Fan's physique was.
Ye Fan didn't back down. He continued forward. When the first person attacked him, he dodged like lightning, reached out, and with a "crack," broke that person's wrist, snatching the gleaming longsword.
He swung it back, the blade sweeping. With a "puff," blood splattered, and a head rolled to the ground.
"Anyone who blocks me dies!" Ye Fan held the sword, scanning the crowd as he marched forward, his eyes sharp and fierce.
Swish, swish, swish...
Several figures surrounded him. Some held spears, others gripped sharp swords, all attacking Ye Fan at once.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Ye Fan moved like a meteor, possessing the strength of a flood dragon. The sword in his hand flashed with dazzling light, knocking away the weapons of the others. He cleaved down with the sword, and with a "puff," split a cultivator in two, blood flowing freely.
"Swish."
He swung back, the blood-drenched sword slicing backward, instantly cutting off another cultivator's head. It flew over ten meters before falling to the ground. The headless corpse spurted blood and crashed heavily into the dust.
"Who dares stop me!" Ye Fan swept his gaze over them, taking a few quick steps. The dripping sword slashed diagonally, cutting a charging cultivator from shoulder to waist. With a "plop," he fell into a pool of blood.
Everyone's expressions froze. Ye Fan's physical body was too powerful—his strength immense. The blood-soaked sword in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand jun, impossible to resist. It felt less like a sword and more like a mountain.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan struck out with his sword, directly causing the cultivator blocking him to explode. The immense force shattered the knight's body into pieces, blood spraying wildly.
He stepped into the rubble and raised his sword to strike forward. With a loud "clang," Jiang Hanzhong, the elder of the Jiang family, personally intervened. He used a spear to deflect Ye Fan's sword, grabbed Jiang Feng, and retreated over ten meters.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. This old man was terrifying. Even without using divine abilities, his physical strength was no weaker than Ye Fan's, which was astonishing. After all, Ye Fan had consumed a sacred fruit and, upon entering the Life Spring realm, the medicine's power had gradually spread, making his body incredibly tough.
"Unexpected," Jiang Hanzhong said coldly, staring at Ye Fan. "A mortal who consumed a sacred medicine can become this strong. The sacred medicine lives up to its reputation. No wonder it's been passed down in the Eastern Wasteland since ancient times."
"You all came from being mortals too. Always talking about 'mortals this' and 'mortals that,' full of contempt, acting high and mighty. Do you really think you're deities?" Ye Fan strode forward, the divine sword dripping blood, dragging on the ground as he advanced, staring down the Jiang family elder. "You see me as an ant, want me to die for you, to pick divine medicine for you. Do you really think you can control everything in this world?"
"Very well!" Jiang Hanzhong's eyes shone with strange light. He wasn't angry but instead showed a faint smile. "The stronger your body, the more medicine power you've absorbed. That means you should be able to withstand the curse of the Ancient Desolate Abyss and have a better chance of picking the divine medicine."
"Do you think you can control me? Too arrogant." Ye Fan lunged forward like lightning.
Jiang Hanzhong tossed Jiang Feng away, where other cultivators caught him. He thrust his spear at Ye Fan, fierce and unstoppable, as if trying to shatter the void. The spear tip burst with brilliant light.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan blocked with his sword, producing a harsh metallic sound like two iron mountains colliding, making everyone's ears ring.
The sword was like a rainbow. Ye Fan slashed horizontally and vertically, as if swinging a great mountain—heavy, powerful, and unstoppable!
Jiang Hanzhong's spear seemed capable of lifting mountains, his strength vast and violent, like lightning ravaging the void.
Suddenly, Ye Fan shot out like a bolt of lightning, charging straight into the crowd, targeting Jiang Feng.
Several cultivators blocked him, all feeling frustrated. They had divine abilities but couldn't use them, forced to rely on the most ancient combat techniques. It felt like having strength they couldn't unleash. They believed that if they could use divine arts, they could reduce Ye Fan to ashes in an instant.
"Puff!"
Ye Fan was cold and merciless. The divine sword flashed like lightning, cutting off a cultivator's head.
"Swish!"
The sword gleamed coldly. Ye Fan cleaved down, splitting another cultivator in two.
"Puff!"
The blood-drenched sword pierced through a cultivator's heart, blood gushing out.
Ye Fan was simple and direct, like entering an empty land. Anyone who blocked him, he killed with a single sword stroke. Blood splattered. No one could withstand him!
"Crunch!"
He grabbed Jiang Feng in his hand and slipped out of the crowd like a wisp of smoke. Jiang Hanzhong's spear pierced through his afterimage, striking empty air, not even touching his clothes.
"The debt from two years ago—I collect it today!" Ye Fan finished, and with a "crack," cleanly snapped Jiang Feng's neck, throwing him to the ground.
Jiang Feng died with his eyes open, blood trickling from his mouth. A dignified Divine Bridge realm cultivator had been killed by a mortal twisting his neck. He stopped breathing, filled with humiliation and despair.
Li Xiaoman, Zhou Yi, Lin Jia, and the others were all shocked, filled with confusion. They never expected Ye Fan to be this powerful. Their faces showed astonishment.
At that moment, Xu Daoling, the old knight of the Yaoguang Holy Land; Ji Yunfeng, the elder of the Ji family; and Jiang Hanzhong, the elder of the Jiang family, all advanced simultaneously, surrounding him.
Ye Fan was very calm. His divine spring surged endlessly, not depleted. With such a trump card, he feared no one.
Ji Yunfeng, the Ji family elder, said coldly, "Such a strong physique is rare. Killing you would be a waste. Go up the mountain. If you pick the divine medicine, I'll give you a whole corpse and let you die painlessly."
"No need to waste it. Erase his consciousness and keep his body—it can still be used." Jiang Hanzhong sneered.
Xu Daoling, the Yaoguang Holy Land elder, shook his head. "What a waste of that sacred medicine. He's squandered it. If we had consumed it, our strength would have soared."
"Do you really think you can kill me?" Ye Fan sneered.
Jiang Hanzhong took out a brocade box and said casually, "Actually, killing you takes no effort. I can reduce you to ashes easily."
Ye Fan's heart jumped. He sensed a dangerous aura. That box was extraordinary. He silently thanked himself for not using his trump card lightly—it would be his final resort.
"Fine. Clear away those white skeletons for me, and I'll go up the mountain to pick the divine medicine for you." Ye Fan's mind raced. He wanted to use these people's strength to clear the dangers on the mountain, turning them into tools for his own gain.
[Writing late at night is too inefficient. I'm sleepy and writing slowly. But I managed to get out the third chapter. Calling for monthly ticket support.]