Chapter 486: Slaying the Holy Son
The old madman's strength left a crowd of people dumbfounded. A half-step great power who could dominate a region had been crushed to death in his grip. Who in this world could still rival him?
"Ancient sages have been prefixed with the word 'ancient,' meaning they are no longer seen in the present age. But how does he resemble a sage?!"
"Is he truly a living sage in this era? This is too shocking to believe!"
"Even in ancient times, sages rarely appeared. Now, a living one has emerged?"
Everyone was stunned, unable to fathom the old madman's realm. They measured him by the standard of ancient sages, for that massive hand moments ago was too awe-inspiring.
It had reached out dozens of miles, completely covering heaven and earth. Who in the present age could accomplish such a feat? He was like an ancient sage walking into the modern world.
At this moment, none were more delighted and excited than the big black dog. Its mouth stretched wide to its ears, silently cackling as its four large claws dug into the ground, its square head swaying back and forth.
Li Heishui, filled with shock, also chuckled quietly. The divine being beside him was so powerful that no one could withstand a single slap from him.
With such a person standing by their side, even facing the imperial lord of an immortal dynasty in the Central Province, they had absolute confidence and feared no one.
"Uncle..." Little Nannan's big, black gem-like eyes blinked. The little one also sensed the old madman's strength, sitting on his shoulder and calling out softly.
At this moment, the old madman spoke no words. He stood two or three heads taller than an ordinary person, making him appear immensely majestic and towering, like an immortal god or demon.
His thick, black hair draped over his chest and back, obscuring his bronze-colored face. He radiated no aura of power, and his realm was imperceptible.
The more this was the case, the more mysterious he seemed. Everyone had already witnessed his world-shaking combat prowess, inspiring awe!
On the other side, the Yin Yang Holy Son regretted his decision bitterly. The strange figure not far away was like a divine lord, making his heart pound with terror. Had he known this, he would never have come to intercept them. Though the old madman might not necessarily attack him, he still felt a chill of dread.
By now, he had fought Ye Fan for over five hundred rounds. Unable to secure a quick victory, his heart grew increasingly agitated.
It must be said that the Yin Yang Holy Son was indeed formidable. Among the younger generation, he was one of the few who had reached the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm. This was a killing strike. The divine diagram evolved from the Battle Saint Art triggered the All Secret, making it impossible for the enemy to defend!
Although Yin Zi and Yang Zi had successfully unleashed five times their combat power, they appeared inferior before this killing move and could not block it at all.
"Pfft"
Blood splattered. Yin Zi and Yang Zi were simultaneously severed at the waist by the dragon-shaped Dao mark formed by Ye Fan. Then, he charged back.
"Crack!"
The dragon-shaped Dao curve also shattered both heads, turning them into two clouds of blood mist, annihilating both body and soul.
After one thousand five hundred rounds of battle, the Yin Yang Holy Son was slain by Ye Fan, and the Yin Yang Holy Sword was seized. The crowd erupted in uproar.
This was a holy son—the future master of a supreme sect in the Central Province—killed here in the Eastern Wasteland, and by the Sacred Body once again!
Now, among the younger generation, only Ye Fan had slain holy sons and holy maidens, forging his path and reputation with blood.
"This... a supreme sect comparable to a holy land—both its holy son and holy maiden have been killed by one person!"
"The Primordial Saint Body is indeed powerful. Though he severed his own cultivation, once he fights desperately and raises his strength to the Four Extremes Secret Realm, he can still annihilate a holy son!"
"He has ten chances to strike. Does this mean he will truly slay ten holy sons in the future?"
Everyone discussed, and the wilderness was filled with exclamations.
Ye Fan killing a holy son was undoubtedly a major event. Few dared to do such a thing, for holy sons and holy maidens were the future masters of immortal inheritances.
Slaying them was a blatant provocation against the dignity of a supreme sect, inviting pursuit by the entire sect's forces!
"The Sacred Body is too domineering. Even after severing his cultivation, he still dares to kill a holy son-level figure..."
"It's a pity. If his body were unharmed, few among the younger generation could rival him. He has the bearing of an invincible one!"
Ye Fan's astonishing feat stunned everyone. Many sighed, and many regretted his "half-crippled" state.
"You little beast, you're audacious beyond measure! First, you killed our sect's holy maiden, and now you've slain the holy son. Not even a heavenly king can save you now!"
The formidable elder of the Yin Yang Sect was furious, watching helplessly as Ye Fan killed the Yin Yang Holy Son without being able to stop him, feeling utterly disgraced.
"You say kill, and I'll be killed?" Ye Fan sneered, transforming into a dragon-shaped Dao mark that flashed and vanished, reappearing beside the old madman.
"No one can save you. All of you will die!" An old man spoke darkly, his eyes blazing like torches, fixed on Ye Fan, Li Heishui, and the old madman.
"Scary, a great power really has arrived..." The big black dog muttered, then its eyes gleamed as it shouted, "You old immortals, stop your big talk. Do you really think you're invincible under heaven?"
"To you, we are the lofty heavens. Crushing you is as effortless as stepping on a few stinking bugs!" Another elder's face was ashen, his killing intent palpable.
"All of you will die. Not one will survive!" Another spoke coldly.
"The Yin Yang Sect shakes the world. Where its decree goes, none dare disobey. You little beasts simply don't know when to die!" The people of the Yin Yang Sect pressed forward, pointing at Ye Fan and the old madman.