Chapter 250: Their Ancient Scripture
A leisurely sound spread for over ten miles, echoing through the Cloud-Breaking Mountain Range. The golden fist sent the flying sword flying back, cracks appearing across its surface before it shattered inch by inch, like rotten wood weathering in the air, scattering a shower of golden dust to the ground.
"Grand Void Art!"
"That's right, this is another supreme secret technique of the Ji Family. Over short distances, it allows one to traverse through space, with devastating killing power that catches one completely off guard!"
"This is a shocking ultimate art, a technique recorded in the Void Ancient Scripture, an unpassed secret of the Ji Family!"
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At this moment, the people on the Broken Mountain finally understood why that disciple had suddenly vanished—he was displaying a miraculous technique.
This secret method was extremely terrifying. In the midst of battle, it appeared and disappeared unpredictably, killing without a trace, chilling the hearts of opponents.
However, Ye Fan was not afraid. He was very familiar with this technique. Ji Ziyue had passed on the complete incantation to him, and he too knew the Grand Void Art.
Since arriving in the Northern Domain, he had never used it, afraid of exposing his identity. There was also another reason: he had cultivated the Old Madman's footwork, making the Grand Void Art somewhat unnecessary for him.
Ji Yuncheng was very surprised. He hadn't expected his opponent to easily evade him, unfazed by the Grand Void Art, and not panicked at all.
Silently and without a sound, he vanished again, using the Grand Void Art to ambush Ye Fan.
"Boom"
Space twisted, blurring into a haze as a massive black hand slapped out. The scene was quite terrifying, so abrupt and sudden.
The black great handprint blotted out the sky, pressing down on Ye Fan with a rumbling roar as it slammed down violently. Ye Fan raised his golden fist to resist.
"Clang"
The sound shook the heavens, like a great iron hammer striking the divine drum of the Heavenly Court, making ears ring and heads spin with dizziness.
On the Broken Mountain, many people's bodies swayed, stumbling back a dozen steps as their blood and qi surged turbulently.
There was no denying that this black great handprint, combined with the Grand Void Art, had an extraordinary effect. The two secret techniques together multiplied their power.
Below, many watching cultivators turned pale. They felt they could not withstand such an attack—striking unexpectedly and unprepared, unleashing the black great hand like this was fatal to cultivators in the Dao Palace Secret Realm.
But Ye Fan received it, his golden fist blocking that black great hand and holding it in midair!
However, this person was clearly stronger than Ji Yunfeng. The black great hand was like a massive dark cloud, with billowing black mist, rumbling as it pressed down like a mountain.
This was an extremely terrifying divine power—dark, oppressive, soul-shaking. The great hand spanned the sky, blotting out the sun, as if a black ocean was rolling and surging downward!
Ye Fan's fist blazed with intense golden light. He punched nine times consecutively into the sky, causing the very heavens to tremble, making everyone's expression change.
This scene was incredibly frightening. The pure physical strength was so immense that the golden fist nearly collapsed the void. Nine punches shook the sky, annihilating that black great hand in midair!
Ye Fan had cultivated the offensive sacred technique among the Nine Secrets, allowing him to evolve various life-slaying grand arts, such as the Sun-Moon Seal, Mountain-River Seal, Fire Phoenix Seal, and others.
But he could not display them here. The Battle Saint Art was infinitely variable. If he unleashed various divine seals, each pushed to their ultimate power, someone would surely deduce the truth.
At that point, all the Holy Lands would certainly act. For the sake of the Nine Secrets, they would pursue and intercept him, and the Jiang Family would go mad.
The offensive sacred technique among the Nine Secrets could not be used in public.
"The Ji Family's juniors are nothing special. I thought you were something remarkable. Why don't the three of you come at me together, so I don't have to pick you off one by one?"
Ye Fan deliberately provoked them. He knew that unless absolutely necessary, they would find it hard to swallow their pride and gang up on him. Their backgrounds determined their burdens—representing an ancient aristocratic clan, three joining against one would sound bad no matter how you put it.
"I alone am enough to duel you!" Ji Yuncheng shouted.
Beside him, the other two Ji Family disciples looked somewhat displeased. They had already been preparing to strike.
"Let him have a fair fight first. If he can't win, we can step in at any time," one of them transmitted secretly.
If he truly couldn't win, they would all attack together and deliver a killing blow. Life and victory were more important than anything, even if it invited criticism.
Ji Yuncheng displayed great divine power. The Grand Void Art moved through the void, pushed by him to a miraculous level—coming without shadow, going without trace. The black great handprint struck the sky, rumbling loudly, chilling the hearts of all watching cultivators.
A faint sneer curled at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He did not dodge quickly but instead received the attacks hastily, always resolving the crisis by a hair's breadth, deliberately lulling his opponent into complacency.
"The Grand Void Art is truly unmatched, a real trump card. In a duel between cultivators of the same rank, mastering this art means being invincible from the start!"
"It's truly terrifying. You can never predict where it will come from. This mysterious figure is powerful, but now he's very passive."
"The Void Ancient Scripture truly lives up to its reputation as a Great Emperor's legacy—profound and unfathomable. The secret techniques within it cannot be guessed."
All the watching cultivators were in awe.
Ye Fan sneered. Unless this miraculous technique was cultivated to the ultimate realm, as long as one's divine sense was strong enough, one could foresee and predict where the opponent would appear.
If one couldn't merge with the void, there would always be fluctuations, which could be used to counter this supreme secret technique—especially since he himself had mastered it.
But Ye Fan also felt deep admiration. The miraculous technique left by Emperor Void was truly extreme. Once truly cultivated to the great perfection realm, it would be incredibly terrifying—as if one were everywhere, formless and shadowless, killing enemies in the void with a single thought.
Unfortunately, Ji Yuncheng could not reach that level now.
As time passed, everyone believed that Ye Fan was being suppressed by the Void Art, unable to withstand this supreme secret technique, and would surely lose.
Finally, Ye Fan acted. He judged where Ji Yuncheng would appear and also noted the positions of the other two Ji Family disciples.
The void blurred. Just as Ji Yuncheng burst forth, he felt a pressure like Mount Tai crashing down. The golden fist, indestructible, was waiting for him outside, as if he had delivered himself to it.
Although his Void Great Handprint was already formed, it could not block it. This time, Ye Fan's fists were several times stronger than before.
Golden fist wind surged, radiant light blazing. Thick golden clouds rolled like an ocean with a thousand waves, blasting many cultivators on the Broken Mountain flying—let alone those in the high sky.
Ye Fan delivered a killing blow, breaking through the black great hand. His golden fist emitted a sound like a tsunami, shaking the sky.
"Boom"
Alas for Ji Yuncheng—he had charged straight into the fist. Success came from the Grand Void Art, and failure came from it too. He had delivered himself to the fist.
"Pfft"
Ji Yuncheng was smashed to pieces. Forget his physical body—even a cultivator in the Four Extremes Secret Realm would meet a bitter end under such a fist.
Golden waves surged skyward, turbulent and surging, shaking everything in all directions. The sky was filled with thick golden clouds, and the golden waves swept many people away.
"Yuncheng!"
The two watching Ji Family disciples cried out. The Grand Void Art had clearly suppressed the opponent—how had he been killed in an instant instead?
Grieving and furious, the two charged forward together!
Before delivering the killing blow, Ye Fan had already calculated the positions. He vanished instantly—he wasn't just planning to kill one person.
Now, he unfolded the Ji Family's Grand Void Art, appearing out of thin air, cutting off one person's path, and struck out with the Void Great Handprint!
This change was too abrupt. No one had expected that this great enemy would know the Ji Family's world-shaking ultimate art—the Grand Void Art.
Ye Fan's calculation was precise. When he manifested, that Ji Family disciple was just charging over, meeting the terrifying black great hand.
This was the Void Great Handprint driven by the Battle Saint Art, like a black heavenly dome pressing down. The power within it was impossible to fathom.
"Smack"
A hair-raising sound rang out. The black great hand smashed that Ji Family disciple into pieces in midair, body and spirit annihilated together.
"You..." The strongest of the four Ji Family disciples charged over, his face pale, his lips trembling.
Below, an uproar erupted. This was unbelievable—this person had used the Ji Family's unparalleled ultimate art to kill a Ji Family disciple.
"Heavens, he used the Grand Void Art to intercept and kill a Ji Family expert."
"No wonder he wasn't afraid of the Grand Void Art—he's also proficient in this secret technique."
"Who exactly are you?!" Ji Yunlin demanded, his face ashen. Of the four young Ji Family experts, only he remained after less than half an hour.
Now, the disciples of Yaoguang Holy Land could no longer sit idly by. The Ji Family members were nearly all wiped out. They rushed into the sky.
"Didn't you hold this gathering of young cultivators from Quzhou just for me? Who do you think I am?!"
The white mist dissipated, and Ye Fan revealed his true appearance. He stood quietly in the sky, black hair dancing, eyes clear and bright, robes fluttering, with an otherworldly aura.
"It's you... Ye Fan?!" Ji Yunlin felt his head explode. He had never expected it to be him.
The four Yaoguang disciples were also extremely shocked. The very person they were after had come here to slaughter wildly, far beyond their imagination.
The many cultivators of Quzhou were dumbfounded. Then, a clamor arose from below. This youth was the one the Ji Family was hunting. They were stunned—how audacious, under the wanted notice of an ancient aristocratic clan, not hiding but daring to show himself.
"Our Grand Void Art against your Grand Void Art, great handprint against great handprint. Let's see who is weaker and who is stronger, shall we?!" Ye Fan spoke.
"You..." Ji Yunlin nearly spat blood.
"Didn't you want to kill me? Today, I've come myself!" Ye Fan made it clear he was about to start a massacre.