Chapter 504: Feather Transformation King
Gao Linfeng was slapped across the face by Ye Fan, sent flying more than ten meters, crashing through the palace walls of the Blissful Convent, with blood streaming from his mouth and nose.
He trembled all over with rage, nearly fainting on the spot. As the heir of an immortal ancient aristocratic clan, he had never suffered such a great humiliation.
"Swish!"
He shot up instantly, his entire body blazing with green light, darting toward Ye Fan like a bolt of lightning. Wreathed in green mist, he resembled a flood dragon emerging from water, sending a beam of green light from his mouth to slash forward.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan sneered, standing motionless in the arena. Only when the green light approached did he reach out with his golden hand and crush it with ease.
Then, he flipped his hand and pressed downward. His right hand descended like a golden heavenly stele, pressing down so hard that Gao Linfeng's bones creaked.
"Thud!"
Gao Linfeng's knees buckled, nearly forcing him to kneel. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying backward, smashing a human-shaped hole into the palace wall.
"Pfft!"
His lungs nearly burst with rage. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he coughed up another mouthful of blood. Not long ago, he had dismissed Ye Fan as a half-cripple unworthy of sitting here, yet now he was being beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.
"You..."
Gao Linfeng's brows shot up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He wanted to shout, but only managed to spit out the word "you" before the rest was choked off.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan's golden hand descended like a millstone, slapping him squarely in the face, forcing his words back down his throat.
"You... have some nerve!"
Gao Linfeng was sent flying, coughing blood as he forced out these three words. His fury burned like fire, and he nearly ground his teeth to dust.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan was too fast. He followed up, his entire body seeming to burn with golden flames. In an instant, he was upon Gao Linfeng again, delivering another golden slap.
"Thud!"
Like a bolt of golden lightning, he caught up to the airborne Gao Linfeng and slammed him down from midair, smashing him into the ground.
It wasn't that Gao Linfeng lacked skill—it was that Ye Fan was simply too powerful. With a casual wave of his hand, he suppressed a Four Extremes Great Perfection cultivator without breaking a sweat!
Gao Linfeng, hailed as a genius and raised amid praise since childhood, now faced Ye Fan, whose surging golden blood energy filled him with a profound sense of helplessness.
Beside them, Wang Chongxiao's expression shifted dramatically. He was shocked. He had once fought fiercely against Ye Fan and knew well the terror of his previous cultivation level, but what he witnessed now was even more unsettling.
That speed was too fast—it made even him feel a chill run down his spine. Without proper preparation, even he might not be able to dodge it. It could only be described as extreme speed!
Ye Fan flickered, leaving a trail of golden light behind him as he retreated back into the palace and sat down on the sandalwood chair, as if he had never moved.
He was perfectly calm, all the golden light like blazing flames having receded. He sat unmoving, looking down at Gao Linfeng beneath the broken wall, saying nothing.
But this silence cut deeper than a knife gouging flesh. To be looked down upon by someone he had intended to humiliate—Gao Linfeng wished he could die on the spot.
"Do I have the right to sit here now?" Ye Fan suddenly smiled.
"Pfft!"
Gao Linfeng was so enraged that he spat out three more mouthfuls of blood. He let out a roar and shouted outward, "Old Wang!"
"Your servant is here." A voice like a night owl responded from afar, rapidly approaching.
"Swish!"
Before the voice had even faded, the speaker had already appeared in the palace. Seeing Gao Linfeng with blood at the corner of his mouth and his chest stained red, his expression changed instantly.
"Young master, what happened?" The old man was quite fat, but his movements were as fast as lightning as he quickly helped Gao Linfeng up.
"Old Wang, go kill him!" Gao Linfeng's expression was cold and merciless. As soon as he stood up, his first thought was to have Ye Fan killed.
An Miaoyi moved gracefully, like a celestial flower in the wind, exuding a fragrant aura. Her skin was like jade, her complexion crystalline, her black hair lustrous, and her immortal face flawless. She stepped forward to mediate.
"Fairy An, step back. This has nothing to do with you!" Gao Linfeng's expression was icy, his killing intent thick as he fixed his gaze on Ye Fan.
"The Blissful Convent has never allowed fighting within its palaces," An Miaoyi said softly, her red lips parting.
"Every rule has its exceptions. Today, I invited some friends here. He is unworthy, and I do not want him sitting here," Gao Linfeng said coldly.
"Swish!"
The gray-clad old servant moved. Despite his apparent plumpness, he was incredibly agile, striking like lightning. "So you're that Sacred Body? Since you've already half-severed your cultivation, why not go all the way? Let me help you!"
His right hand opened wide, five fingers shooting out five divine rainbows that pierced through the void. His magical power surged like a tsunami as he moved to suppress Ye Fan.
"Thud!"
Ye Fan stood up, his golden fist blazing like a sun as he smashed forward with savage force, breaking through ten thousand armies with a single strike!
His physical body was incredibly powerful—divinely fierce and astonishing. One punch sealed off the boundless magical power, preventing the old man from getting close!
This plump old servant was a Dragon Transformation Fifth-Change powerhouse. His magical power was like an ocean, endlessly surging. He pressed his left hand into the void.
"Boom!"
He imprinted an ancient scroll into the air, hanging in the void. It flowed with hazy misty threads, rapidly descending to seal Ye Fan beneath it.
"Swish!"
Ye Fan darted away like a fleeting light. He didn't use his own Dao power, relying entirely on speed and physical strength to fight.
Wang Chongxiao had been watching closely, trying to determine whether Ye Fan had truly severed his cultivation. Seeing this, he was momentarily uncertain.
"Let me help you become a mortal!"
The Dragon Transformation Fifth-Change powerhouse was absolutely confident. He was indeed terrifying, conjuring an ancient scroll from the void that could seal heaven and earth.
But Ye Fan had already broken through to the peak of the Four Extremes Third Layer, surpassing common understanding. His combat power had increased significantly, enough to contend head-on.
"Swish!"
Ye Fan returned like a faint shadow, not using divine power. He struck with his hands, using the Stride Art's extreme speed and his unmatched physical strength.
"Rustle!"
The plump old servant unfurled the ancient scroll. He knew the terror of the Sacred Body's physical form and dared not engage in close combat, instead suppressing Ye Fan with magical power.
However, Ye Fan's speed was faster than he imagined. In the blink of an eye, he evaded the scroll and circled around, striking rapidly.
"Bang!" "Thud!" "Clang!"...
Ye Fan's golden blood energy was overwhelming. He threw punch after punch with perfect rhythm, each strike carrying the force of a primal dragon, causing the void to collapse continuously.
This was an astonishing momentum. Without using his own Dao power, he was collapsing space with just his physical body. His golden blood energy blazed like a divine furnace.
"You little beast, you're quite troublesome!" The gray-clad old servant was shocked.
Ye Fan flickered like a child of light and shadow, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but his speed was terrifying. He kept attacking the gray-clad old man, drawing closer and closer.
"Pop!"
The ancient scroll could no longer hold him back. Using pure physical strength, he broke through the surging magical power, advancing like a rampaging primal dragon until he was right in front of his opponent.
The plump old servant's heart raced. As a Dragon Transformation Fifth-Change powerhouse, he was struggling so hard. The opponent's physical body and speed alone were enough to threaten him.
"You want to sever my cultivation and make me a mortal? Do you really think you can?" Ye Fan's speed increased, closing the distance rapidly.
His fists and palms gleamed with golden light, unstoppable. He kept striking around the fat old man, the rhythm growing more and more terrifying.
"Boom!"
Finally, Ye Fan pressed down hard. The void around him, which he had repeatedly struck, collapsed. He charged forward, his palm turning crimson gold like a Heaven-Overturning Seal as he slammed down.
"Clang!"
The gray-clad old servant conjured the ancient scroll, barely managing to block it in front of him. But the golden seal shattered it completely, and the scroll vanished in an instant.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan's palm struck out, merely grazing the old man's shoulder, yet it produced the sound of breaking bones. The gray-clad old servant spat out a mouthful of blood and flew sideways.
Ye Fan moved faster, blocking the gray-clad old man's retreat. His golden finger vibrated with force, and with a bang, he slammed the old man to the ground.
"You..." The gray-clad old man's expression turned ashen. He had said he would help Ye Fan become a complete mortal, but instead, he was the one being crippled.
Gao Linfeng's face turned white. He kept retreating, his expression grim to the extreme. "You didn't sever your cultivation..."
Ye Fan vanished with each step, crossing space like a ghost, moving at an inconceivable speed. His golden finger pressed against Gao Linfeng's forehead.
Gao Linfeng's hair stood on end. Cold sweat soaked his clothes. The Sacred Body's physical form surpassed divine weapons—it could break anything.
He didn't want to dodge; he simply couldn't. His legs went weak, and he could barely stand, feeling the threat of death closing in.
Ye Fan exerted a little force, golden light flickering from his fingertip. Gao Linfeng collapsed to the ground, trembling. "Don't kill me."
"Brother Ye, why not spare him?" Wang Chongxiao spoke. In the past, he had been extremely domineering and arrogant, but today he was unusually subdued.
"Forgive where forgiveness is due." A clear voice came from outside the palace. A white-clad man, spotless and pure, stepped forward under the moonlight.
Ye Fan gently pushed with his finger. Gao Linfeng nearly screamed in fright, falling backward onto the ground, his entire body drenched in sweat.
He was utterly humiliated. The other party hadn't taken his life, but a casual gesture had made him lose all composure. It was an insult. He wanted to roar but could only force himself to hold back.
"You are... Xu Zixuan." Wang Chongxiao's expression tightened, as if he hadn't expected this person to show up.
"Xu Zixuan of the Central Province." The newcomer was handsome and refined, with a peaceful expression. He stepped into the palace, nodding and smiling at everyone.
"Xu Zixuan, the Feather Transformation King of the Central Province?" An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes sparkled with surprise.
"Greetings, Fairy An." Xu Zixuan smiled and nodded.
From the expressions of Wang Chongxiao and An Miaoyi, Ye Fan could naturally infer that this person had an extraordinary background. Otherwise, they wouldn't have reacted this way.
Feather Transformation Ascension, shedding the mortal shell and being reborn—this was an extremely rare constitution, appearing only once every ten thousand years. It was hailed as a generation-surpassing king, known as the Feather Transformation King.
This constitution was incredibly fearsome, possessing advantages that no other king could match. In the process of cultivation, it was like a divine chrysalis transforming, breaking its cocoon to become a butterfly.
With each breakthrough in a major secret realm, it could unlock a divine treasure within the human body, with boundless potential, transforming the Dao into immortality. In the Central Province, it was known as the generation-surpassing king.