# Chapter 314: Lion's Mouth Wide Open
Xu Yuan was undeniably powerful. At just nineteen years old, he was at the fifth level of the Dao Palace realm, quite extraordinary for his age. Divine radiance swirled around him as he fought back with all his might.
Unfortunately, he had encountered Ye Fan. Against the Primordial Saint Body, all of this was futile—he couldn't break free, couldn't land a blow!
That golden great hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up like a pair of pliers clamping down on him.
Ye Fan held him with one hand while wielding the God-Slaying Whip with the other, moving as swiftly as a ghost as he charged back to the original battlefield, intending to kill the other two Four Extremes cultivators.
Xu Yuan's face was pale as he struggled desperately, using the Azure Gold Sky-Splitting Hand to strike at Ye Fan's arm. His palms flashed with green light, comparable to feicui divine jade, glittering brilliantly.
"Clang!"
Unfortunately, no matter what miraculous techniques he unleashed, he couldn't even injure Ye Fan's skin. On the contrary, his hands ached, and his azure-gold-like green fingers dripped with blood.
"Save your strength!" Ye Fan revealed a cold smile, holding him by the collar like a chick, clamping him in midair.
"Put down the young master immediately! Do you know who he is? Acting so viciously will bring you a calamity!" one of the Four Extremes cultivators blustered, now only able to use status to intimidate. After all, when the four of them had joined forces earlier, two had already been killed.
Ye Fan sneered, "I even dared to burn to death an elder of the Ji Family's Supreme Elders, let alone you all!"
He strode forward, swinging the God-Slaying Whip like Mount Tai crashing down, heavy as a mountain, slamming it down.
The Four Extremes cultivator's expression changed as he formed the Qilin Seal with both hands. Black light flashed before him, and a black qilin appeared, roaring as it charged forward.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan shook the cauldron, and a strand of Mother Qi of All Things shot out, sharp as a chaotic sword beam, instantly splitting the black qilin apart.
"Boom!"
The Four Extremes cultivator's ten fingers vibrated simultaneously, shooting out dazzling divine beams that pierced toward Ye Fan, causing the void to tremble.
"Boom"
Beside him, Tu Fei made his move. He didn't want to stand idly by. The imitation of the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar possessed unmatched power, pressing down until even souls trembled.
The cultivator screamed in terror. After all, he couldn't compare to the various Holy Sons. His body was nearly sucked in, frozen in midair.
Though an imitation of an Extreme Imperial Weapon, incomplete and with materials and dao patterns far inferior to the original, it was still terrifying.
At this critical juncture, he had no choice but to sacrifice all his magical artifacts, striking at the imitation Ancient Devouring Demon Jar.
Light flashed, especially dazzling under the night sky. He consecutively offered up over a dozen magical artifacts, using all his strength, causing the void to shake as he attacked with everything he had.
"Crack," "Crack"...
Ye Fan strode forward, swinging the God-Slaying Whip. Magical artifacts shattered one after another. The cultivator screamed, falling backward and collapsing to the ground.
His divine sense was severely damaged. Before Ye Fan could even kill him, he couldn't hold on anymore, rolling on the ground.
"Pfft"
A strand of Mysterious Yellow Qi descended from the cauldron above Ye Fan's head, instantly grinding him into powder, turning him into a pool of bloody mud, completely annihilating both body and spirit.
The other Four Extremes cultivator wasn't so loyal. He had been watching coldly from the sidelines, and seeing the situation turn unfavorable, he turned to flee.
"Black Emperor, seal the outside. Don't let a single one escape!" Ye Fan transmitted.
If news of Xu Yuan being captured got out, the consequences would be severe. The Third Great Bandit, Xu Tianxiong, was even more terrifying than the Great Power Azure Flood Dragon King!
In the distance, black mist surged skyward. The Four Extremes cultivator and the others trying to escape were all blocked, unable to break through.
"Why flee? Weren't you the ones saying I should kneel here and offer up the Primordial Qi Cauldron?" Ye Fan strode forward in pursuit. "The cauldron is right here. You're welcome to take it."
"You... even dare to touch Xu Tianxiong's grandson? Stop now, and there's still room for redemption." This Four Extremes cultivator's backbone wasn't very strong.
"Matters have reached this point, and you still think there's redemption?" Tu Fei made his move, offering up the imitation Ancient Devouring Demon Jar. A black hole immediately formed in the air.
The ancient pottery jar possessed astonishing devouring power, like a bottomless pit that could even swallow one's mind and spirit.
This man wasn't Yao Xi, couldn't compare to the various Holy Sons, and naturally couldn't withstand the Devouring Demon Jar. He moved with difficulty, as if trapped in a quagmire.
"You..." He screamed in terror. Because Ye Fan had arrived nearby with the God-Slaying Whip. He was already struggling to resist the Devouring Demon Jar. Facing such an ancient war god-like figure, he was doomed!
Ye Fan was murderous, with no intention of letting him go.
The cultivator knew that even surrendering was useless. A fierce light flashed in his eyes. "If you kill us, you won't live either. Xu Heng will make his move, and Xu Tianxiong won't sit idly by while his grandson is beaten to death!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a rain of swords—over a hundred flying swords, each crystalline, forged as if from stars, sharp and gleaming with divine radiance, stabbing toward Ye Fan.
"Crack," "Crack"...
All was futile. Using divine nian to send weapons against Ye Fan was like using paper to put out a fire. Ye Fan swung the God-Slaying Whip, shattering dozens of flying swords in succession.
The cultivator let out a great cry, falling backward and collapsing to the ground. His cultivation was higher than Ye Fan's, but he couldn't withstand the other's attacks. This filled him with unwillingness, and even in death, he couldn't close his eyes.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan pointed a finger, and golden light shot out, leaving a bloody hole in his forehead, ending his life.
Tu Fei was no pushover either. When it was time to act, he didn't hesitate, sweeping the imitation Ancient Devouring Demon Jar in all directions.
Ye Fan stopped. The Four Extremes cultivators had all been killed by him; the rest were nothing to fear. He looked down at Xu Yuan.
At this moment, all ten of Xu Yuan's fingers were broken, blood flowing freely. Green light flickered, making him look somewhat frightening. His finger bones seemed broken, and he could no longer muster any strength.
"Put me down. I have something to say to you." Xu Yuan said in a deep voice.
"Slap"
Ye Fan gave him a slap, sneering, "You're still putting on airs with me? Want to tell me you're Xu Tianxiong's grandson? Sorry, I already know!"
"You..." Xu Yuan's face was deathly pale. He trembled all over with rage but quickly controlled his emotions. "That's not what I meant. I want to have a proper talk with you. Perhaps we can become friends; there's no need to be enemies."
"Why didn't you say that earlier?" Ye Fan slapped him again. "Who was it just now, speaking so lightly, telling me to kneel on the ground and offer up the Primordial Qi Cauldron with both hands?"
"We fought and got to know each other. Though we had conflict, we can still become friends." Xu Yuan's voice gradually calmed.
He knew that this man dared to provoke even Holy Lands. If he still shouted recklessly in his hands, he would definitely be slapped to death.
"Well said—we fought and got to know each other. Only through fighting can we truly know each other." Ye Fan slammed him hard to the ground, making Xu Yuan roll his eyes, almost passing out.
"Bam"
Ye Fan kicked out, sending Xu Yuan flying like a soccer ball, but caught up in five steps. In midair, he slapped him down to the ground, breaking several of his bones.
"Pfft"
Xu Yuan spat blood, struggled a few times, but couldn't get up. He forced an awkward smile. "You've vented your anger. Let's talk properly. Actually, I don't like the people from the Holy Lands either. We can cooperate."
How could Ye Fan possibly believe him? Tu Fei had said this man was rotten to the core, committing every evil, and extremely vengeful. Relying on his grandfather whom no one dared to provoke and an older brother who was undefeated among the descendants of the Great Bandits, he would do anything, no matter how heinous.
"Slap"
Ye Fan slapped him across the face, sending him flying. Blood streamed from his mouth as he fell from the air.
"Don't kill him, or the trouble will be really big!" Tu Fei had dealt with the others and came over.
"Brother Tu, we're from allied families..." Xu Yuan looked at Tu Fei, shouting loudly.
"Bam"
Ye Fan kicked him into the sky, his golden great palm slapping repeatedly, making Xu Yuan wail like a ghost and howl like a wolf. Even at the fifth level of the Dao Palace, he couldn't withstand the golden palm strikes of the Primordial Saint Body.
In the end, Xu Yuan was nearly crippled by the golden great hand, and the sounds he made no longer belonged to a human.
"Don't... hit anymore..." Xu Yuan was truly beaten senseless.
He had grown up without anyone daring to touch a single finger of his. He had done every evil deed, always the one to have others at his mercy. Today, he had told Ye Fan to kneel and offer the cauldron, and now he had ended up so miserably.
Ye Fan slapped him a few more times before stopping. He sat down on the soft chair. "I'll give you a chance too. Apologize to me, offer up all your Source, and perhaps I'll spare your life."
"Fine, no problem." Xu Yuan gritted his teeth and immediately knelt down. A flash of viciousness flickered in his eyes. As long as he could live, he would do anything.
Light flickered, and a pile of Source appeared on the ground—about eight hundred jin, colorful and dazzling under the night sky, eye-catching and dreamlike.
"That's all? It might barely be enough to save one of your ears intact." Ye Fan's voice was cold.
Xu Yuan was filled with hatred, cursing coldly in his heart, but he didn't show it. "Though I have Source, I can't carry it all on me. If you want it, I can go get it for you."
"Want your grandfather to deal with me?" Ye Fan sneered.
"Absolutely not!"
"If you want to live, bring out two hundred thousand jin of Source, and we'll call it even." Ye Fan opened his mouth like a lion.
"You..." Xu Yuan's vision went dark; he felt like vomiting blood.
"I plundered the bandits in An Province and got over twenty thousand jin of Source. I don't think you only managed one province, did you? I don't want to hear your nonsense. If you can't produce the Source, I'll kill you directly!"
Under Ye Fan's intimidating gaze, Xu Yuan didn't dare to hide anything. He was afraid the other would use his powerful divine sense to probe his sea of consciousness, which would only make him suffer.
Sure enough, he also controlled some other bandits. He could probably scrape together another twenty thousand jin of Source. That was his limit; he had no more Source to spare.
Ye Fan searched the entire stronghold and found nearly three thousand jin of Source.
At this point, Tu Fei retrieved the golden ancient pagoda. "This is a weapon personally refined by Xu Tianxiong. He really dotes on his youngest grandson. It's worth at least thirty thousand jin of Source."
The five-story golden ancient pagoda was majestic and imposing, glittering with light. Not long ago, Ye Fan had sent it flying with the God-Slaying Whip, but it hadn't been damaged at all, remaining as good as new.
The materials used were extremely rare and precious, and the dao patterns inscribed on it were very complex. It was a rare treasure. Each of the five stories had dragon patterns, natural and ancient, filled with the aura of the dao.
"This ancient pagoda really does have some background..." Ye Fan nodded, then looked at Xu Yuan. "At most, you can only scrape together twenty thousand jin of Source. Adding this pagoda, that's only fifty thousand. If you have nothing else, I'll have to kill you."
"Boom"
Suddenly, the golden ancient pagoda trembled. A beam of light shot out from the fifth story, and an old man manifested, saying, "Young friend, can you show mercy?"