Chapter 476: Not Yet Invincible
The ancient Heavenly Court once ruled the world, wielding a supreme scepter that influenced the rise and fall of human dynasties, slaying ancient saints. Who dared to oppose them?
Ye Fan only entertained the thought for a moment. Rebuilding the Heavenly Court was an immensely difficult task—setting aside other foundational matters, just the inheritance alone required obtaining the "Stride" character secret of the Nine Secrets.
However, this did not affect his resolve. The urgent matter was to acquire a complete inheritance. If someone summoned the experts of the Mortal World to emerge, he could transform into the Heavenly Court's Slaughter Lord to counter them.
Now was not the time for deliberation. Four experts from the Mortal World still stood before him, and they needed to be completely eliminated.
"Clang," "Clang," "Clang," "Clang"
The ringing of swords shook the sky. Blood sword, green sword, purple sword, and azure sword streaked across heaven and earth like four rainbows, shooting toward Ye Fan's head.
A Vermilion Bird soared across the sky, a True Dragon let out a long cry, a White Tiger roared at the heavens, and a Black Tortoise floated and sank. The four divine spirits materialized and charged together at Ye Fan—dragon and tiger vying for supremacy, tortoise and bird dancing in unison, pressing down upon the vast sky.
"Boom!"
The True Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise each held a Dao scroll in their mouths. Now they opened their jaws simultaneously, unfurling the scrolls to seal Ye Fan in place.
This was the Four Symbols Absolute Kill, the Mortal World's method of sealing the void. It locked down heaven and earth, making it nearly impossible for an enemy to move even half a step, as if they were bound in shackles.
Ye Fan felt as if he had fallen into a muddy swamp. The more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became. His entire body was bound by an invisible force, like being wrapped in ten-thousand-jin chains.
The four assassins' eyes gleamed with cold light. Their four swords vibrated in unison, making the dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird grow increasingly real, pressing down with the might of divine spirits.
The Dao scrolls they spat out crackled like war drums being beaten, shaking a person's blood and qi into surging, their bones rattling as if about to break.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's bent body shuddered violently. Golden blood surged, his whole frame trembling as he unleashed a vast, ocean-like brute force from his flesh!
"Boom!"
He shattered the shackles and shot into the air, then shifted his body sideways. His dragon-curved form possessed an inconceivable power, actually breaking through!
The Dao diagrams unfurled by the four divine spirits sealed the void, but they could not stop this curved human dragon. Ye Fan burst forth like a dragon emerging from an abyss, tearing through the binding force as easily as window paper.
"Bang!"
The void trembled, the sky shook, and everything became unstable. The Taiji Dao mark Ye Fan had transformed into was like a divine object refined by a sage, charging straight through.
"Pop," "Pop"…
Four cracking sounds rang out. The dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird were all pierced through by him, unable to stop him even for a step. The four divine spirit manifestations wailed in lament before vanishing into smoke.
"Rip!"
The four Dao scrolls they held were torn apart by Ye Fan's bare hands like tattered cloth, turning into nothingness in an instant. Dao force surged violently, rushing in all directions.
"Retreat!"
When the four experts of the Mortal World saw that even the void cage they had set up could not hold Ye Fan, their expressions changed. Decisive and resolute, they turned and fled toward the distant sky.
"You came to kill me and still think you can leave!" Ye Fan's crown had nearly been pierced through, almost costing him his life. Blood still dripped from his black hair.
Golden blood trickled down his face. His gaze was icy, his expression resolute. He struck swiftly, fierce and domineering, holding nothing back.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan shot past, and the fourth man was sliced apart by his curved body. It was as if a divine weapon had cut through him—the wound was clean and smooth, and only after a moment did blood spray out.
The onlookers all shuddered. Ye Fan had consecutively killed the seeded experts of the Mortal World, his ferocity terrifying and unsettling. Truly, the doomsday Sacred Body could not be provoked.
The remaining three fled in separate directions, but they could not outpace Ye Fan. In almost an instant, he caught up to another. His right hand transformed into a true sun, flawless like white jade, pressing forward.
"Clang"
That person hastily struck back in defense. The azure longsword in his hand snapped on the spot, blood gushing from his tiger's mouth. The immense force slammed into him, causing blood to seep from his entire body.
"Thud"
Ye Fan swung his fist, pressing down with the weight of a great mountain, leaving the assassin no choice but to take the blow head-on.
"Pfft"
This was a force of irresistible destruction. Ye Fan, transformed into a dragon-shaped Dao mark, possessed terrifying Dao power that shattered all obstacles. He shattered the man's arm on the spot, turning his flesh into bloody mud.
He shot past, pursuing the other two. The white-robed woman was already blocked by the array patterns hastily laid by Black Emperor, while the other was entangled by Li Heishui.
"Hum!"
The void trembled. Ye Fan's curved form moved at a terrifying speed, truly like a dragon soaring through the sky. He rushed over in an instant, bypassing Li Heishui, and engaged in bare-handed combat.
This man was clearly very powerful, channeling immense dharma power to resist continuously, temporarily holding Ye Fan off. But with the Sacred Body closing in at such close range, he had completely lost the initiative.
"Chi!"
Ye Fan broke through the void's restraints, turning into a golden light. His hands vibrated simultaneously, merging true yin and true yang. With a thunderous boom, he shattered the sky, causing a mountain peak below to collapse.
This powerful seeded heir spat blood, his body cracking all over as he flew backward. Horror flashed in his eyes as he activated the Mortal World's concealment divine art, trying to vanish into nothingness.
Ye Fan sneered. With his divine eyes cultivated, nothing could hide from him. Without a moment's delay, his dragon-shaped body shot out like an arrow.
"Boom!"
His left hand was pitch black like ink, representing a point of true yin within the Taiji divine diagram. Now it slammed down, transforming into a black hole that crashed downward.
The skyline trembled, unleashing endless terrifying storms. The black hole devoured everything—boulders, ancient trees, and more from the mountain peak below were all uprooted and sucked into it.
"Pfft!"
This expert's body shattered into four pieces, blood splattering everywhere. His limbs and torso separated before turning to ash, vanishing into the black hole.
No one was not horrified. The Mortal World's "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens," with man and sword as one, had sent seven experts to kill, only to have six of them slain in succession by him.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan glided through the air, tracing a profound yet heart-shaking trajectory, arriving before the white-robed woman. The temporary array patterns laid by Black Emperor could not hold her; she had already broken free.
This woman was not particularly beautiful, even quite ordinary, easily overlooked in a crowd. But it was she who had nearly pierced through Ye Fan's skull.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan charged forward, striking her green divine sword with his fingers. Sparks flew in all directions, and the shockwaves cracked the summit of a high mountain below. He engaged her in fierce battle.
"Swoosh!"
The white-robed woman's movement technique was extremely bizarre, slithering through the void like a loach, making it hard to land a full-force blow. She constantly hid within the void, each time delivering a sharp strike from the shadows.
Ye Fan's brute strength was unmatched. After transforming into a Taiji Dao mark, he was unstoppable, his speed reaching its peak. Although the white-robed woman was agile and elusive, she still could not evade his edge.
Ye Fan's fists split the sky. Each blow was a heavy strike, combined with terrifying speed, making him a veritable god of slaughter, impossible to resist.
"Boom!"
Every time he threw a punch, golden blood qi soared to the heavens, like an invincible sacred spirit. His eyes were deep, his black hair flying, his hands fierce, tearing the sky bare-handed.
Each of Ye Fan's strikes was terrifying beyond compare. It was as if he was moving the entire world with his attacks, nearly suppressing the white-robed woman.
If not for her bizarre movement technique, she would have long been beaten into a meat patty. Even the arrogant Golden Wing Little Peng King could not withstand such domineering divine power.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's golden blood qi shot into the sky, like ten thousand true dragons rising from within his body. The scene was utterly terrifying. Every time he swung his great hand, it crushed the void.
"Thud!"
The white-robed woman's entire body seeped blood, her skin cracking under the immense pressure. She could no longer hold on. The green killing sword in her hand shattered with a bang, turning into fragments.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan blazed like an eternal divine furnace, his dragon-curved "Dao body" passing through. His fist force was overwhelming, endless golden radiance flooding the high sky.
"Pfft"
This powerful white-robed woman was beaten into meat paste, utterly slain beneath the long sky. In the end, only a cloud of blood mist drifted in the air.
The experts dispatched by the Mortal World were all executed!
Adding the gray-clad man from before, Ye Fan had killed eight assassins in total. This series of conflicts and battles was like a thunderstorm.
He had fought nearly five thousand exchanges with Golden Wing Little Peng King, already heavily injured. Yet he had single-handedly broken the Mortal World's killing formation and eliminated everyone.
At this moment, only the words "domineering" and "overbearing" could describe him, sending chills down every observer's spine. This was the might of the Sacred Body.
"Does he really have so little life left? Only half a month of lifespan, yet he still possesses such terrifying combat power…"
"Fortunately, his life is at its end. Otherwise, he would be an unparalleled enemy for all the holy sons!"
Fenghuang could not remain calm. Beneath her five-colored mask, her peerless face rippled with emotion, her beautiful eyes flickering with uncertainty.
Yao Xi, the Holy Son of Zi Mansion, Zhao Fa, and others also found it hard to stay composed. All were deep in thought, each with different ideas.
Every holy son and holy maiden felt immense pressure. At this moment, no one dared claim they could suppress Ye Fan. Those who could contend with him were few!
At this time, a top figure of the younger generation—the Divine King Physique of the Ji Family—stood with deep eyes, staring unblinkingly ahead.
In the world, everyone said the Golden Wing Little Peng King could rival the Divine King Physique, but no one knew just how powerful Ji Haoyue truly was.
Now, his expression was calm, scenes of battle constantly flickering in his eyes, very mysterious. Many noticed and felt a chill in their hearts!
"This is the Divine King Physique's innate Heavenly Deduction Divine Art. He is deducing the battle just now!"
Ji Haoyue was deducing the previous battle. Seeing him so composed and at ease, everyone drew in cold breaths. They knew he could definitely fight the Sacred Body!
The Ji Family's Divine King Physique rarely acted. When people measured the Golden Wing Little Peng King's combat power, they always used him as a benchmark, almost forgetting that he was the true king of the Eastern Wasteland.
The Ji Family were descendants of an ancient Great Emperor. The Void Ancient Scripture recorded peerless sacred arts, containing the flawless secrets of a Great Emperor!
However, what peerless divine arts were recorded on the last few pages of the Void Ancient Scripture was known to few in the world, but it was said to be unmatched.
If the Divine King Physique were to display them, how terrifying would that be? Thinking of this, everyone involuntarily shuddered.
Another person who stood out here was the Holy Son Yao Guang. His hair was light and ethereal, moving with the wind, his eyes like deep pools.
His gaze constantly flickered and extinguished, like worlds being destroyed and created, inspiring fear in those who looked upon him. But soon, he revealed a smile and returned to normal.
"Who exactly invited the Mortal World's experts to kill me…" Ye Fan asked himself, sweeping his gaze over everyone.
The assembled heroes were mostly young. When his sharp gaze swept over them, each felt a tremor in their hearts, unable to meet his eyes directly, feeling a desire to retreat.