Chapter 475: Suppressing the Mortal World
The peerless sword tip, green as water, pulsed with sword light, pointing directly at Ye Fan's head. There was no way to avoid it—this was a certain kill!
No one expected that such a sudden change would occur just as Ye Fan's battle with Golden Wing Little Peng King ended. The attacker had appeared out of thin air with heaven-defying methods.
A shocking assassination! Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Who could dodge such an assassination? No one knew how she had appeared; the sword tip was already thrusting toward his head.
Fierce and ruthless, it aimed for a one-hit kill. If it struck, both body and spirit would be annihilated, with no chance of survival.
"Woof!"
Big Black Dog roared like a savage dragon, shaking the mountains and shattering countless trees and grass. But no matter how terrifying its roar, it couldn't resolve the immediate crisis.
"Big Brother..." Little Nannan cried out. She hadn't watched the battle—it was too bloody—and Li Heishui had only brought her out after the fight ended. But the little girl saw this scene and immediately sobbed.
White robes fluttered, a celestial descending from beyond the heavens. The peerless sword light pulsed, cutting off a lock of Ye Fan's hair, almost piercing his skull.
At this critical moment, Ye Fan's body curved into a dragon-shaped Dao trace, becoming the yin-yang dividing line of a Taiji divine diagram.
This was the mark of the Great Dao!
But it wasn't enough. Even if he could break through the limits of speed, he still couldn't dodge the sword thrusting at his head. The blade had already touched his skin and bone.
"Swish"
The Old Madman's footwork also merged in, becoming part of the dragon-shaped Dao trace, helping him transform into a dragon and fly away.
Golden blood dripped, strands of hair were severed, but Ye Fan still couldn't avoid the sword. It had already come down, about to pierce through his skull.
Time seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, eyes wide, watching intently.
The Final Saint Body was incredibly powerful, having defeated the invincible Golden Wing Little Peng King, but would he be assassinated here? No one could remain calm.
This assassination was too terrifying. It would be hard for anyone to dodge. An unparalleled art of killing—truly a life-slaying grand technique!
Time seemed to stand still. Countless traces of the "Dao" flashed through Ye Fan's mind. How could he break free? Was he really going to die?
Perhaps triggering the All Secret could multiply his speed many times over and let him escape the calamity, but that required time, and he had no way to execute it.
At this moment, a series of images flashed through his mind, and suddenly a sacred technique emerged in his heart.
It was the inheritance of the Heavenly Court, like a comet streaking across the sky, illuminating his heart and mind.
The Illusory-Real Divine Art!
Substantializing from nothingness, killing without form—it was the unparalleled secret art of the Heavenly Court!
Ye Fan had received the Heavenly Court's inheritance not long ago. Though he had studied it, he had never used it. Now, with a flash of inspiration and no other choice, he could only activate it.
"Swish"
In an instant, his form blurred, fading into the void as if he no longer existed. The Heavenly Court's divine art merged with his dragon-shaped Dao body.
He moved like flickering light, gliding through nothingness, reaching the pinnacle of speed. His body was indistinct, hovering between the illusory and the real.
The peerless sword tip thrust through, piercing the blurred shadow. A few drops of golden blood splattered, but it didn't pierce through.
At this moment, Ye Fan's state was wondrous. Between form and nothingness, this was the evolution of the Heavenly Court's sacred art, united with the dragon-shaped Dao trace.
At this critical juncture, he fused several divine arts with his Dao body, overturning the deadly situation with unimaginable means and escaping the fatal calamity.
The peerless sword tip struck his head, but it didn't feel like a solid hit. It was like stabbing into a shadow, and it didn't pierce through.
"Swish!"
Ye Fan broke free, materializing from the void not far away. He had dodged the disaster, but his head was still injured. There was a wound on his crown, almost piercing through his skull.
Golden blood flowed down his head, matting his hair into clumps. A hair's breadth away, and he would have died, his Dao extinguished.
At this level of cultivation, only the head was the greatest weakness. If it were shattered, both body and spirit would be annihilated.
Everyone gasped. They hadn't expected Ye Fan to be so formidable, dodging a certain-death strike and breaking the deadly situation.
"Clang!"
Without a word, Ye Fan raised the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword and struck directly! Since he had achieved success in cultivation, he had never suffered such a loss—almost having his head cleaved off.
Now, he didn't need to think much to know who the attackers were. They were from the "Mortal World"!
The gray-clad man and white-robed woman were shrouded in mist, neither very old. They were like ghosts from hell, with no detectable divine power fluctuations.
The Mortal World specialized in killing, using it to comprehend the Great Dao. Taking assassination jobs was secondary; their main goal was to temper themselves. They wouldn't be much stronger than their targets.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan swung the sacred sword and charged. Now, his killing intent was even stronger than the Mortal World's. They had truly made a move against him. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been dead by now.
"Clang!"
The sword edges clashed, sparks flying, sword light shooting into the sky.
The gray-clad man flew backward, while the white-robed woman vanished like a wisp of smoke. They retreated after one strike. Since the assassination failed, they didn't linger and decisively fled.
"Want to leave? Not so easy!"
Ye Fan, like a god of slaughter, with golden blood in his hair and eyes like cold lightning, pursued with a ten-zhang sacred sword.
At this moment, everyone was shocked because they could no longer see the gray-clad man or the white-robed woman. Their figures had disappeared.
But Ye Fan seemed to have spiritual insight. Wherever his long sword pointed, its sharpness was fully revealed, always aimed in one direction. Clearly, he had locked onto the two Mortal World experts.
"Where are they?"
"How can he see them? Why can't we find them?"
Many exclaimed, their bodies turning cold. If someone like this assassinated them, how could they dodge?!
At this moment, only a few, like Holy Son Yao Guang, the Divine King Physique of the Ji Family, and the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, had divine light in their eyes and could still see, watching without blinking.
Ye Fan's spiritual perception could detect the traces of the two experts. Moreover, he had opened his divine eyes, seeing everything clearly, locking onto the gray-clad man lagging behind and also fixing on the white-robed woman.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan swung the ten-zhang sacred sword, pressing down like a black mountain. The force was immense, the void collapsing—this was an unparalleled heavy sword!
"Clang!"
The gray-clad man was forced to resist, swinging his blood-colored sword to meet the ten-zhang sacred sword. The sound was like piercing metal and splitting stone, the sword's hum shaking the sky.
He was immediately sent flying, unable to withstand the Sacred Body's domineering and overwhelming power. The mountain-like pressure numbed his arm.
"Swish!"
The gray-clad man vanished into the void, his body nearly disappearing. He moved even faster, fleeing without looking back. As a "seed" of the Mortal World, he knew how to make choices.
If the assassination failed, he had to retreat far away. Otherwise, he couldn't withstand the Final Saint Body's blazing fury. Avoiding the edge was the best strategy.
But Ye Fan, who had almost been assassinated, how could he let them go? He shouted, "Still want to leave?"
He stepped with the Old Madman's footwork, catching up in an instant. His divine eyes saw through the void, so they couldn't hide from him.
"Boom!"
The black sacred sword in his hand turned a hundred zhang long, swinging down like a black mountain, causing the sky to explode and crack.
The gray-clad man's pupils contracted. He had no choice but to resist. He really didn't want to face the Sacred Body's unmatched brute strength, which was even more terrifying than the Roc!
"Clang!"
The blood-colored sword, woven with incomplete laws, shattered instantly. The gray-clad man himself spat blood from the corner of his mouth and was sent flying.
"Mortal World, who sent you to kill me?!" Ye Fan roared, swinging the black sacred sword again to strike.
Above the endless mountain range, everyone showed shock, their hearts deeply shaken. Had the ancient assassin divine dynasty—the Mortal World—appeared again?
Although many knew it still existed, just lying low, hearing that the Mortal World wanted to kill the Sacred Body was still shocking.
In this era, only ancient inheritances could contact the "Mortal World." This was truly thought-provoking.
Knowing it was the Mortal World's terrifying figures, everyone understood that the gray-clad man and white-robed woman must be seeds of the assassin divine dynasty.
Competition in the Mortal World was brutal. There weren't many seeds among the younger generation; only those with great skill could obtain this status.
But now, the seeds of the ancient assassin divine dynasty were being hunted by the Sacred Body. This was shocking. Who was the killer?
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's black sacred sword swung down again, cleaving a mountain in two. The hundred-zhang great sword cut across the sky!
"Clang!"
The ancient pagoda the gray-clad man had summoned was smashed to pieces. He spat blood again, fleeing for his life.
"Want to assassinate me? Today, I'll make sure you have no way to heaven and no door to earth. What's the Mortal World?!"
Golden blood flowed from Ye Fan's hair, dripping onto his face, making him look like a vengeful god breaking free from shackles, incomparably domineering.
His teeth were white, flashing cold light. He flew through the air, the black sacred sword cutting through all obstacles!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was divinely brave, golden flames blazing around him, black hair wild, eyes deep. He raised the sacred sword and swung it continuously.
This stretch of heaven and earth was completely shattered by his strikes, collapsing endlessly. He swung forty-nine times, cleaving forty-nine peaks.
Each time the black great sword fell, it was like a black demon mountain crashing down, forcing the gray-clad man to spit blood repeatedly.
All his treasures and weapons were smashed to dust. Then his arms shattered into blood mist. Later, his body began to crack.
When the forty-ninth sword fell, he was crushed into bloody mud by Ye Fan's hundred-zhang black great sword, dying completely.
"The Sacred Body is too fierce. He killed someone from the ancient assassin divine dynasty!"
"This... so domineering!"
Everyone was dumbfounded. The ancient assassin divine dynasty almost never failed, and being killed in return was even rarer. Yet such a scene had just occurred.
Everyone's heart pounded. This Final Saint Body was too domineering, overwhelmingly powerful, having slain the Mortal World's people.
Just as everyone was stunned, a shocking scene appeared. Seven divine rainbows materialized out of thin air, all pointing to one central point—Ye Fan!
Cold light illuminated the earth, and peerless killing intent erupted!
Seven experts unleashed heaven-shaking killing aura, causing all trees in the mountains to shatter, endless withered leaves to drift, and ten thousand beasts to prostrate on the ground, trembling.
Bitter cold, like winter's arrival, north wind howling. At this moment, grass and trees withered, all things died, and the mountains were desolate!
Celestial from Beyond the Heavens!
It was this peerless assassination again, but this time there were seven people, not just the white-robed woman alone.
"The ancient assassin divine dynasty is truly terrifying. They set up such a killing formation, letting one seed die, then baring their fangs in an instant for a one-hit kill!"
"The Mortal World, they mainly temper their disciples. That seed was clearly not favored and was decisively abandoned."
Seven Mortal World experts simultaneously executed Celestial from Beyond the Heavens, appearing out of thin air to assassinate Ye Fan. The danger was extreme.
When the white-robed woman was alone, she had used this life-slaying divine art to wound him, almost piercing his skull. Golden blood was still flowing.
One could imagine what kind of deadly situation Ye Fan now faced. This was a certain-death, inescapable situation!
Everyone thought Ye Fan couldn't survive. So sudden, how could he guard against it? This was seven times the previous killing formation.
Ye Fan wasn't terrified. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He had no fear because his divine eyes were open. He had long seen the seven people and was fully prepared.
His body transformed, almost becoming a true dragon. He evolved the Dao trace of the Taiji divine diagram into a dragon-shaped curve.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan's divine eyes had opened early, foreseeing the killing formation. Now, he struck mercilessly. His curved body became the mark of the Dao.
In an instant, he pierced through one of the celestials, blood splattering, gushing out.
Nothing was more terrifying than his body at this moment. He precisely calculated everyone's trajectory, becoming a tangible trace of the Dao.
"Hum!"
Six swords vibrated together, divine light shooting into the sky. The aura of the six celestials multiplied many times over, all pointing to the central point!
The Mortal World had a long heritage. Over a hundred thousand years ago, it made all Holy Lands extremely wary, not daring to provoke it. Its peerless reputation was evident.
Such an ancient assassin divine dynasty naturally had heaven-defying means. The six celestials moved in unison, drawing on the Great Dao's aura. The six swords, like rainbow light, transformed into six Dao diagrams, emitting an unparalleled, vast killing aura, pressing forward.
But Ye Fan was too fast. The Battle Saint Art sublimated, merging with the dragon-shaped Dao trace. This curve evolved into a supreme Dao fruit.
"Pfft!"
He rushed through, avoiding the pressing Dao diagrams. His body became the most terrifying weapon, the dragon-shaped curve splitting the second person.
Blood light flickered, mist filled the air. This expert died, both body and spirit annihilated.
"Swish"
The remaining five shook their long swords together. The Dao diagrams evolved into the five elements, becoming a mysterious and profound killing array diagram, covering this stretch of sky.
Ye Fan was fearless because his foundation was solid. He possessed the Heavenly Court's inheritance, allowing him to see through the deadly situation.
The dragon-shaped Dao trace evolved from the Battle Saint Art had even broken the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Saint Technique, letting him stand proudly. Now that he understood the killing formation, he feared nothing more.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan sliced through the third assassin. The dragon-shaped curve was indestructible, evolving the trace of the Dao. He rushed through, and that person turned into blood mist.
The onlookers were all shocked. These were people from the ancient assassin divine dynasty, yet Ye Fan could kill them like this.
Ye Fan's heart was calm, without fear. Even if these were Mortal World experts, so what? Since they came to kill him, they would still die.
He pondered in his heart. He must fully master the Heavenly Court's inheritance to contend with the disciples sent out by this ancient inheritance for training.
Over a hundred thousand years ago, the Heavenly Court held the supreme assassin scepter, ruling the world. With a thought, blood flowed like rivers on the earth, like the supreme ancient Heavenly Court, dominating others' fates.
This inheritance, the foremost of the three ancient assassin divine dynasties, might become Ye Fan's major reliance in the future. A thought arose in him—he wanted to rebuild the Heavenly Court.