Chapter 605: Gods and Demons
Jin Chixiao, the purple-robed man, and the others came to intercept and kill Ye Fan, wanting to seize the rare divine object Dragon Marrow. They were clearly emboldened and fearless.
"Purple Dragon Marrow is rarely seen in the world. This bottle of divine liquid is worth over four million catties of Source. You're really a timely rain, knowing we need it badly," one of them said with a half-smile.
"There are twelve drops of divine liquid in total. It's a bit hard for the seven of us to split," another said leisurely, speaking carelessly, already treating Ye Fan as a meal on a plate.
Jin Chixiao was unhurried, hands clasped behind his back, slowly pacing as if everything was under his control. "He might have other treasures on him. We can take inventory later."
The purple-robed man beside him was calm and composed, his face full of ease and steadiness. He glanced faintly at Ye Fan and said, "Capture him first. We'll decide later."
"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon you can squeeze however you want?" Ye Fan snorted coldly, walking forward, step by step closing in on them.
At this moment, he had no fear of Jin Chixiao and the others. What he was wary of were the four old men, all of whom had surpassed the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and were figures at the level of Holy Land Supreme Elders.
"With four seniors here, you still want to put up a stubborn resistance? You really don't know your place!" one of them taunted, shaking his head with a cold laugh.
Jin Chixiao, the purple-robed man, and the others retreated, not intending to personally engage in battle. They wanted the four Supreme Elders to suppress him to death, being very cautious.
"This morning, when we met at that small restaurant, we didn't know you were a cultivator. Now, to bring up old words, if you're willing to hold our reins and be our groom, we might consider sparing your life."
"Using someone like that isn't reassuring. It would be better if you crippled your own cultivation. If you want to live, first kneel and beg for mercy. I like seeing people submit."
The seven stood in the distance, calm and composed, uttering insults, looking down from the mountain rocks with faint sneers on their lips.
"You're just all talk. You don't even have the courage to fight me, so you have to invite four old immortals to make a move." Ye Fan sneered. "I think from now on, wherever you go, you'll need to find a godfather or god-grandfather."
One of them, his face icy, said, "You'll see soon enough. We'll make you kneel and beg, wishing you were dead."
Another said in a sinister tone, "You're just someone at the third transformation of Dragon Transformation. Everyone here is no weaker than you. We just can't be bothered to fight you."
Ye Fan ignored him and looked at the four old men instead. "Four old brothers, are these seven your grandsons?"
One of them subconsciously shook his head, but instantly realized his mistake and darkened his face. "Sharp-tongued."
Behind them, Jin Chixiao and the others all turned cold. One of them said in a frigid voice, "Taking advantage of us? Soon you'll be kneeling as you die."
"So they have nothing to do with you four? Whose grandsons are they? Why didn't their own grandfathers come?" Ye Fan laughed.
The seven all had extraordinary backgrounds and had never been ridiculed like this. One of them stepped forward, his gaze sinister. "I'll fight him myself and personally take a slave."
"Why bother with him? Let the four seniors suppress him to death. There's no need to dirty our hands with his blood," Jin Chixiao shook his head, a tactful way of stopping him, fearing an accident.
"If I don't personally force him to his knees, I'll feel like something's missing, uncomfortable all over!" he said as he walked forward, his palm crystalline, a golden trident appearing.
"Swish"
The inch-long golden trident enlarged in his hand to a full zhang, cold and menacing, golden divine light flowing, radiant with myriad auspicious colors.
This was an ancient weapon interwoven with the laws of heaven and earth. Held in his hand, killing light surged wave after wave, like a vast ocean of raging waves.
"Seniors, please step back. Let me personally take a slave!" He strode forward, passing the four old men and entering the arena.
Ye Fan stood there very calmly, saying nothing, but ready to strike.
"It's not too late to kneel now. I'll spare your life." This was the young master of an extremely powerful and ancient aristocratic family from the Northern Plains, his cultivation at the fourth transformation of Dragon Transformation.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll send you on your way!" Ye Fan finally moved. His form flickered, like a banished immortal soaring through the air, light yet swift, reaching extreme speed.
"Chi!"
The young master wielded the golden trident, striking down fiercely. Around him, it was like a golden ocean, brilliant and blazing, with ten thousand killing lights.
Ye Fan's left hand transformed into a golden heavenly stele, his right hand into a golden millstone, both covered in flashing runes as if engraved with two heavenly scriptures.
"Clang," "Crack"
Two piercing metallic clashes rang out. The golden divine stele and millstone struck the descending golden treasure weapon, sparks flying everywhere, piercing metal and splitting stone.
The trident's light dimmed. Two of its prongs were broken off, leaving only the central spike, turning the great trident into a golden war spear.
Behind them, everyone's expression changed. Ye Fan had shattered a weapon interwoven with laws with his bare hands, shocking everyone. They wanted to stop him but it was too late.
"Swish"
Ye Fan's speed was incredible. The golden millstone formed by his right hand slammed down, covered in flashing talismans, profound and mysterious, as if interpreting an ancient scripture.
The young master was greatly alarmed. He had never imagined anyone's physical body could be so powerful, shattering the edge of his golden treasure weapon and closing in.
"Bang!"
He had to counterattack quickly, abandoning the "war spear" that was useless at close range, retreating while blocking with his hands to buy time.
"Pfft"
Unfortunately, as soon as his hands rose, Ye Fan smashed them, shattering both arms inch by inch into a large mist of blood.
"Bang"
Ye Fan's left hand pressed down. It was a golden heavenly stele, covered in dense innate patterns, pressing down with overwhelming force.
The young master screamed. He couldn't resist. His body sank as if crushed by Mount Tai. Unable to bear the weight, his body bent.
"Thud"
He couldn't hold out. Pressed down and unable to move, his legs nearly broke. As they weakened, he involuntarily fell to his knees—a humiliating posture.
Just moments ago, he had boasted about making Ye Fan kneel. Now, in a single exchange, he was beaten to his knees, more painful than death.
"And you wanted to make me your slave?!" Ye Fan slapped down. The golden heavenly stele turned the young master's head into a smashed watermelon.
Then, he took the weapon that had become a golden war spear and retreated. The young master's corpse remained kneeling in that position, but his head was gone.
Those behind couldn't stop him in time. The four old men pounced like tigers and wolves, unleashing a sea of dharma power to suppress him, but only caught a residual shadow as Ye Fan slipped through in the nick of time.
"Return my brother's life!" A young man in the distance, his face livid, offered up a purple copper gourd. As he pulled out the stopper, it sucked in like a whale, devouring everything in all directions.
Ye Fan charged forward with the golden war spear, seeming to shrink as he was drawn toward the gourd's mouth, about to be sucked in.
But at that moment, his body suddenly shook violently, like an azure dragon whipping its tail. He leaped up, rapidly enlarging, and thrust the golden spear forward.
"Crack"
The golden spear pierced through the gourd's mouth and came out the bottom. The central spike was unstoppable, shattering the purple copper gourd into several pieces.
"Pfft"
After passing through the purple copper gourd, the golden spear's tip moved even faster, flashing with golden light as it plunged into the man's chest, blood spurting.
"Ah..." The man screamed. His chest was pierced through, his five organs shattered, his soul wounded.
Ye Fan stood like a god or demon in the arena, holding the golden war spear with one hand, lifting him up. Then, with a forceful shake, "Pfft," blood splattered as the body shattered into four parts, flying in all directions.
Flesh, bones, and copious blood fell. The man's soul was extinguished. The golden war spear dripped blood. Ye Fan, his black hair loose, holding the spear, strode forward without pause.
"This is..." Everyone was stunned. Such methods, clean and decisive, terrifyingly dreadful.
Ye Fan advanced. With every step, the ground shook as if a giant was marching. The golden war spear pointed to the sky, blood flowing. His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, making him look like an ancient war god.
"Chi," "Chi"...
Sounds of tearing air came. The four old men rushed over, once again unleashing dharma power like a vast ocean, light filling the wilderness, swallowing heaven and earth, trying to refine and suppress Ye Fan.
But all they caught was a residual shadow. Ye Fan's speed was too fast. He seemed to walk in ancient times, separated from the present, unaffected.
He raised the golden war spear, covering a hundred zhang in one step, charging toward Jin Chixiao and the others. His black hair flew backward, killing intent surging in all directions, like a deity breaking free from chains and emerging from hell.
The remaining five young experts all changed color. The opponent leaped like a dragon, surging with powerful aura, forcing each of them to resist desperately.
"Ah..."
One of them screamed. He had earlier mocked Ye Fan for bringing the Purple Dragon Source. Now he held a Heavenly Net Umbrella to block the air, shielding himself.
"Buzz!"
The void shook violently, like a torn cloth rustling in the gale, trembling endlessly.
Ye Fan gripped the golden war spear, treating it like a heavenly blade. Holding it with both hands, he struck down, driving a flood of golden divine light that swallowed the earth.
"Crack!"
Ye Fan swung the golden spear down, smashing through everything. It split the Heavenly Net Umbrella, a weapon interwoven with laws, cleanly in two, the cut smooth and even.
"Ah..."
The young expert screamed. A crack appeared on his forehead, blood spurting out, his eyes filled with terror.
"Pfft"
The golden war spear in Ye Fan's hand was no different from a heavenly blade. As it struck down, after splitting the umbrella, the spear tip cut into the man's head.
Blood gushed wildly. He struck down with force. The golden spear tip, like a bolt of lightning, split the man's body in two, perfectly symmetrical.
A great torrent of blood rushed out. The two halves of the body fell to opposite sides, his face etched with fear, his eyes filled with endless panic.
"Bang"
The two halves of the corpse hit the ground separately. Ye Fan stood in the middle, his hair jet-black like ink. The golden war spear in his hand shone even more brilliantly under the sunlight, blood dripping down. He stood there like a god or demon.