Chapter 483: Yin Yang Holy Son
Youyue City was in an uproar, with everyone discussing the state of the Sacred Body. Ye Fan's situation had become the hottest topic of the day.
"In the end, he still severed his own cultivation. Now he only has the peak cultivation of the Dao Palace realm. He could have looked down upon the younger generation, but what a pity..."
"The various Holy Sons can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Now they don't need to appear personally; they can just send their junior brothers to suppress the Sacred Body."
"In the end, he couldn't defy the heavens. Even the Peerless Divine King couldn't reconnect his severed path. It seems the curse of the Sacred Body can never truly be broken."
Who could doubt the words of Divine Physician Wang? In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, no one surpassed him in medical skill. This became the most powerful evidence.
Almost everyone believed it, because there was nothing to doubt. A renowned divine physician who was himself a Great Power—would he lie?
"Zhao Fa was really unlucky. He tried to seize Ye Fan's weapon but forgot he was the Sacred Body. Although his cultivation was severed, his physical body remained unchanged."
"That guy had honey on his lips and a sword in his heart. He deserved it. Who told him to be so blind as to try to rob someone's treasure!"
Many people discussed this matter, with few sympathizing with Zhao Fa. At the same time, they doubted the Holy Son of Zi Mansion for retreating without a fight, believing he was overly cautious.
"A major event is about to happen. The Yin Yang Holy Son is entering Youyue City. According to reports, he has already arrived like a shooting star!"
The next day, this news spread, causing a sensation. Numerous cultivators all waited eagerly. The supreme great sect of the Central Province was finally coming.
A Holy Son-level figure, carrying the Yin Yang Sword on his back, was going to cut off the Sacred Body's head. This was definitely a great storm that would stir up boundless waves.
"Finally, a Holy Son-level figure has made a move. Ye Fan is in danger now. He no longer has the power he had half a month ago. Any Holy Son is enough to suppress him."
"The Yin Yang Sword is a secret treasure that can split the heavens and earth, cut mountains and seas, with infinite power. Even if the Sacred Body were unharmed, he might not be able to block it."
All the cultivators in Youyue City were discussing this, waiting for the great upheaval to occur. But then news came that Ye Fan and his group had left the ancient city.
"The Sacred Body has left. Is he finally afraid? His cultivation is far inferior to before. He can only hide now."
"What a pity. Though the world is vast, there is no place for him to hide. Unless the Peerless Divine King reappears, no one can save him."
Everyone knew the power of the Yin Yang Sect. It could be compared to the immortal imperial dynasties of the Central Province and was in no way inferior to the Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland. Their Holy Maiden had been killed in the Eastern Wasteland, and they would not let the matter rest.
Ye Fan and his group had indeed left Youyue City, traveling unhurriedly northward, heading toward the Sacred Cliff near the Northern Domain.
"I say, Little Leaf, don't you want to destroy the Yin Yang Sect people? Why aren't you waiting for them to arrive?" Li Heishui asked.
"If they don't bother me, I won't bother them. We've always kept a low profile. We won't be as arrogant as they are," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Digging a pit and waiting for people to jump in, and still putting on such an act. You really have a black heart," Li Heishui said contemptuously.
"Don't say that. I really do want to stay out of trouble and not stir up big problems. The key is whether they want to kill me," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty—Mortal World—why haven't they come yet!?" the Big Black Dog muttered. It wished all the major powers would jump out, only to be slapped to death by the Old Madman in one blow.
Ye Fan glanced at the Old Madman behind him, his heart skipping a beat as he thought of a possibility. This "deity" had been silent all along. Would he act at the critical moment?
Thinking of this, his heart pounded. He had always considered the Old Madman's combat power. But if this "divine man" remained unmoved at the moment of life and death, it would be too late to cry.
"Senior, we are heading to the Sacred Cliff to seek the Stride Art of the Nine Secrets. We may encounter many troubles. Please save us at the critical moment!"
The Old Madman stood tall and imposing, his black hair covering his bronze face, only his hollow eyes faintly visible. He was very silent and still, showing no response.
"Divine man, you must act when the time comes," the Big Black Dog said with a shiver, thinking of the key issue, feeling uneasy all over.
"Uncle, will you protect us, okay?" Little Nannan tugged at the Old Madman's pant leg, lifting her tender little face, looking at him with hope, helping Ye Fan call out.
The Old Madman said nothing, only glanced at her, still like a wooden stake, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.
"He actually ran away. How disappointing. The Sacred Body is nothing but a coward without guts!" In Youyue City, the Yin Yang Holy Son sneered.
The onlookers were all shocked, sensing a Dao aura. Black and white Dao forces swirled around him, like the chaos of the primordial world surging at the dawn of creation.
The Yin Yang Holy Son was tall and slender, with a face like jade, wearing a purple-gold crown, his black hair flowing over his shoulders. On his back was a sacred sword of black and white, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
"They've been heading north. It's still not too late to chase them," someone who wished for chaos whispered in secret.
"He can't escape my grasp. I came to the Eastern Wasteland this time to cut off his head. The Yin Yang Sacred Sword will not return without tasting blood!" the Yin Yang Holy Son said coldly, his hands behind his back, looking into the distant north.
Then, he soared into the air, his entire body transforming into a Yin Yang diagram, imprinted in the void. Like light or lightning, he vanished into the northern sky in the blink of an eye.
"This Yin Yang Holy Son is terrifying. His body is one with the Dao. Such extreme speed is rare in the world!"
"No wonder he's the Holy Son of a supreme great sect of the Central Province. It seems he is at least on par with our Eastern Wasteland Holy Sons, if not above them!"
Many felt a chill, all sensing the terrifying foundation of the Central Province. If the disciples were like this, one could imagine the Sect Master-level figures.
"Chase them! Let's go see."
"Right! How can we miss such a major event!"
The cultivators of Youyue City all gave chase, wanting to witness the upcoming battle. Many felt the Sacred Body was in grave danger.
Finally, five thousand li away, they caught up with Ye Fan and his group. This place was not far from a city but still in the wilderness.
"Ye Fan, surrender your life!" the Yin Yang Holy Son shouted, his transformed Yin Yang diagram cutting off the path ahead, causing the void to collapse!
"Swish"
With a flash of light, he materialized, blocking the way, his hands behind his back, standing proudly in the void, looking down at Ye Fan and the others, killing intent spreading.
"This Yin Yang Holy Son is very powerful. His body is one with the Dao, and he chased us down like this. An ordinary Holy Son couldn't do it!" Li Heishui was shocked.
"Have you come to take my life?" Ye Fan stood on the wasteland, looking up at the high sky, his voice very calm.
The Yin Yang Holy Son sneered contemptuously, saying, "I originally wanted to cut off your head with the Sacred Sword, but you've already become a waste..."
"Since you're not here to kill me, please leave," Ye Fan interrupted him.
"If I were to use my sect's Sacred Sword to cut you down, I'm afraid your blood would defile it. This sword does not strike nameless underlings below the Four Extremes Secret Realm," the Yin Yang Holy Son sneered repeatedly, looking down at Ye Fan, saying coldly, "I'll just kill you directly!"
"Woof..." The Big Black Dog couldn't stand such words, barking, "Human pet, what are you bragging about? This Emperor will destroy you in a moment!"
The people from Youyue City arrived one after another, feeling dizzy when they heard a dog say such things.
The Yin Yang Holy Son was a top expert of the younger generation, with a distinguished status. In the Central Province, he was surrounded like stars around the moon, on equal footing with the heirs of the immortal imperial dynasties.
But now, a big dog was shouting that it would make him a human pet. It was truly unbearable.
"Why is this dog still alive? Damn it, I heard about him in the Northern Domain. He's even more famous than the Sacred Body."
"That's right! The legend of the vicious dog of the Northern Domain refers to him!"
"You ignorant dog, I'll skin you alive!" The Yin Yang Holy Son's face was ice-cold, his eyes as sharp as knives.
"Little Leaf has already sent your Holy Maiden on her way. As the Holy Son, do you want to reunite with her?" Li Heishui's mouth was also never merciful.
"Ignorant fools! You're at death's door and still barking. You don't know when to die!" Silently, two old men appeared beside the Yin Yang Holy Son, full of contempt as they scanned Ye Fan and the others.
"Old immortals, who are you calling fools?" the Big Black Dog bared its teeth.
"Damn it! These are two Great Elder-level figures, both at the eighth heaven of the Dragon Transformation realm!" Li Heishui whispered, drawing in a cold breath.
"Ignorant juniors, you realize too late. None of you will live today. We'll wash the dust of our journey with your blood!"
The two old men had fierce eyes, their white hair flying wildly, like two old lions staring at weak prey, revealing cold, snow-white fangs as they sneered.
Experts at the eighth heaven of the Dragon Transformation realm—Ye Fan absolutely couldn't fight them. The gap in realms was too great.
"Haven't your Half-Step Great Powers, or even true Great Powers, come as well? Why aren't they showing themselves?" Ye Fan asked.
"Ignorant little beast! Do you think you're worthy of having several esteemed Supreme Elders make a move?" an old man sneered contemptuously.
Indeed, several Supreme Elders of the Yin Yang Sect, whose lifespans were running out, had come to the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, but they didn't appear on the scene, feeling that killing these few would disgrace their status.
"Uncle..." Little Nannan was timid, pouting, looking up, grabbing the Old Madman's pant leg and gently shaking it.
"Everything started because of this little girl. If not for her, the Holy Maiden wouldn't have died. We can't let her off either. Catch her and make her a Yin slave!" another old man said with icy eyes.
The Yin Yang Holy Son stepped forward, a hint of mockery on his lips, saying, "I'll cut down the Sacred Body first, then deal with them."
"If you want to kill me, I wonder if you have the ability," Ye Fan said calmly.
"Since you're already half-crippled, I'll kill you with one hand!" The Yin Yang Holy Son extended his left hand, pitch-black like ink, saying, "I'll grind you into meat paste!"
Ye Fan walked step by step into the high sky, causing the entire heaven and earth to tremble. Golden blood energy surged against the heavens, like ten thousand true dragons rushing out!
His hair was jet-black, dancing wildly, his eyes as brilliant as stars, his entire body's essence boiling. He was like an immortal sacred spirit, as if walking step by step from the ancient earth, making people unable to help but feel fear.
"Waste, die!" The Yin Yang Holy Son's eyes flashed, his pitch-black left hand pressing down like a dark cloud.
"Boom!"
The entire sky darkened. The terrifying aura made many people nearly collapse to the ground, as if a world-dominating demon king had appeared, the heaven and earth collapsing!
"Boom!"
At the same time, Ye Fan also struck. His left hand was like black jade, transforming into the extreme Yin divine point of the Taiji divine diagram!