Chapter 708: Suppressing the Golden Crow Crown Prince
The Golden Crow clan had ten crown princes, each stronger than the last, with the sixth, Lu Ya, being the most formidable—enough to make many sect leaders bow their heads.
He was a fearsome Golden Crow. In his youth, he had torn apart flood dragons and slain rocs, gifted by heaven. Even now, the number of supreme sect leaders who had died by his hands exceeded the fingers on one hand.
His hands were drenched in blood. His personal strength was extremely formidable, and with ten brothers acting together, who in the world dared provoke them?
Otherwise, how could he have become sworn brothers with Yin Tiande, Sanque Daoist, and the Taiyin Divine Son? They were among the most terrifying figures of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain in the future.
Now, as soon as he appeared, he naturally startled many. Even living fossils felt their hearts skip a beat. Sect leaders of all factions treated him as an equal, despite his youth.
Many female cultivators fixed their gazes on him. Lu Ya still had no dao partner, and the old king of the Golden Crow clan was selecting one for him. Quite a few heavenly daughters of ancient sects harbored thoughts about this.
"No, this is an incarnation of Lu Ya. His true body hasn't come," one sect leader said.
The Ninth Crown Prince didn't mind Lu Ya stealing his limelight and drawing everyone's attention, as he had long grown accustomed to it. This sixth brother was a heaven-gifted prodigy, always like this since childhood.
The two were of similar build, both tall and straight. Their golden long hair danced, flowing with golden light. Their golden pupils shot out divine beams like sharp swords.
They walked side by side, like two ancient golden sacred spirits descending into the world—majestic and awe-inspiring. Golden qi filled the air, and golden flames flickered.
"Two Crown Princes..." Lang Tianye stepped forward to welcome the Golden Crow clan members. Though he knew Lu Ya was an incarnation, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.
Many major figures came out to greet the two Golden Crow crown princes, showing just how dominant this clan was and how much fear they inspired.
Many among the younger generation also stepped forward to pay respects, many using the etiquette of juniors, extremely restrained before Lu Ya's incarnation.
"Which one of them was it?" The Ninth Crown Prince's golden long hair burned like fire as he had the crippled Golden Crow identify the culprit.
"He's not here," someone among the welcoming cultivators quietly informed him.
"What airs he puts on," the Ninth Crown Prince said indifferently. Then he turned to a few of his clansmen: "Go call him out. Today is Old Wolf God's birthday celebration. I don't want to start a massacre and soak Heavenly Wolf Mountain in blood."
Everyone's hearts tightened. The Ninth Crown Prince was extremely domineering and sharp—clearly here to kill, without wanting to say much more.
Some young women showed strange expressions. The Golden Crow clan was too powerful. No wonder some heavenly daughters were sent by their sect masters to form marriage alliances with them.
At the same time, people were shocked that Ye Fan was sitting calmly in the mountain villa, not coming out at all. Even with two crown princes arriving, he remained indifferent.
The crippled Golden Crows gritted their teeth, completely different from when they were driven away earlier. They raised their heads, sneered coldly, and strode into the villa.
"Surnamed Ye, you're quite composed, still drinking tea here."
When they entered that courtyard, they saw Ye Fan again. Filled with hatred, they raised their voices eightfold and shouted loudly.
"My clan's Ninth Crown Prince has arrived. Crown Prince Lu Ya's incarnation is also here. You oppose my Golden Crow clan... Hmph hmph hmph!"
Ye Fan glanced at them and spat out only one word: "Scram." He waved his hand impatiently, like shooing away flies, unwilling to look at them again.
"My clan's Ninth Crown Prince orders you to go see him..." a Golden Crow spoke, sneering coldly.
"Forgotten the lesson from earlier?" Ye Fan suddenly raised his head, cutting him off. A golden great hand swept out, and several resounding slaps rang out. The men's teeth flew out as they were sent flying.
The force was immense. They flew across multiple courtyards, tumbling three hundred zhang away, landing outside the manor. They flopped around like dying fish, with more breath out than in.
In front of Heavenly Wolf Mountain Villa, everyone was shocked. This was a blatant slap in the face to the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince. The messengers sent inside were thrown out like dead dogs.
The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince's face darkened. He said grimly, "What airs! Is he forcing me to go inside and start a slaughter?"
"Crown Prince, today is my master's birthday. I hope you can restrain your thunderous wrath," Lang Tianye advised, naturally not wanting any trouble.
"Old Wolf God's cultivation is profound, and I naturally don't want to ruin his birthday feast. But this man doesn't know his place, acting like this. If I don't kill him, even the Golden Crow Ancestor would blame me," the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince said.
"How about after today?" Lang Tianye asked.
"Send someone to call him out. Say I want to see him. Hiding in the villa seeking shelter is useless," the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince said.
Before long, a disciple of Heavenly Wolf Mountain Villa came to see Ye Fan, bracing himself to speak. Some cultivators attending the birthday celebration followed in, all wanting to see if Ye Fan would remain as domineering this time.
"Have me go see him? What Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince? Never heard of him. If he wants to see me, let him come himself!" Ye Fan flatly refused.
Everyone was shocked. He didn't even regard the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince, claiming never to have heard of him. This was clearly a domineering figure—a battle was inevitable.
"You..." A Golden Crow strongman who had also followed in changed color upon hearing this.
"You what?" Ye Fan glanced sideways. "Are you used to being domineering? Do you think you're a great sage commanding the world? If not, disappear from my sight immediately!"
This Golden Crow cultivator had come to test the waters. Feeling Ye Fan was very strong, he said nothing more and turned to leave.
"Boom!"
Upon learning this, the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince stomped, cracking the ground. He walked forward step by step, entering Heavenly Wolf Mountain Villa with a cold expression, golden qi swirling around him.
When he was some distance from the courtyard, he stopped. Two beams of divine light, over a hundred zhang long, flew from his golden pupils and vanished into the void.
"Ye Fan!"
"What business do you have?" Ye Fan sat steadily on a stone chair, unmoving, holding a teacup.
"Quite the airs. I came personally, yet you still act like this," the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince said coldly, stepping into the garden.
"You think too highly of yourself. Wanting me to go see you—who do you think you are?" Ye Fan said calmly.
The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince stared at him, a demonic power in his gaze, his eyes extremely sharp. "I hope your strength matches your words. Otherwise, I'll be very disappointed."
"Whether you're disappointed or not is none of my business. Even if your old father, the Golden Crow King, came, I wouldn't pay respects. Stop putting on your crown prince airs with me. I don't know you," Ye Fan said, equally domineering, tit for tat.
The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince's gaze was intimidating. He strode forward, closing in, looking down at Ye Fan, murderous intent fully exposed.
Everyone was shocked. Ye Fan clearly had no fear of the Golden Crow clan. Even with the Ninth Crown Prince here, he remained seated, not rising.
Just then, Lu Ya finally spoke for the first time. He grabbed the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince and stepped forward, saying, "I'm starting to appreciate you now."
"You appreciate me, yet you want to help Yin Tiande kill me? He hasn't even come out of seclusion, but you're quite eager," Ye Fan sneered.
"Right now, I'd like to befriend you. But unfortunately, you killed Yin Tiande's younger brother. Truly regrettable," Lu Ya shook his head.
"What does my killing his brother have to do with you? Your Golden Crow clan thinks too highly of yourselves. Do you really think you can dominate everything?" Ye Fan retorted.
"Sixth brother, why waste words? He crippled my clansmen and is already an enemy of the Golden Crow clan. Send him on his way!" the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince said coldly.
"Everyone, please calm down. Don't act today," Lang Tianye said, his expression unpleasant.
"Let's fight outside. Let's not ruin Old Wolf God's birthday gathering," Lu Ya said calmly.
"Let's go. Go choose a burial place for yourself outside. A few feet of yellow earth will suffice," the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince said grimly, his teeth glinting coldly.
"You're just a golden crow. Don't think of yourself as an ancient sage," Ye Fan said with a cold smile.
In this world, who dared speak of the Golden Crow clan like this? Everyone was shocked. What was the origin of this cultivator named Ye Fan?
Outside Heavenly Wolf Mountain Villa, Ye Fan faced over a dozen Golden Crows alone, his expression calm, without a trace of tension, standing apart.
"Ninth Crown Prince, avenge us! Kill this arrogant brat and establish our Golden Crow clan's might!" one of the crippled Golden Crows said through gritted teeth.
"Fine. I'll cripple him too, to vent your anger, and then take his life!" the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince declared.
"Pfft! Pfft!..."
Ye Fan spread his five fingers, shooting out several beams of golden light that pierced through the foreheads of those men, killing them right before the Golden Crow Crown Prince's eyes.
"You... have guts!" the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince roared.
Everyone was stunned. This was a blatant slap in the face—killing these Golden Crow clansmen before the Ninth Crown Prince's eyes, like wounding his pride.
"The Golden Crow clan has ten crown princes, each a heaven-gifted prodigy shaking the world. Finally, we'll see them in action."
Heavenly Wolf Howling at the Moon Platform was a broken mountain, as if cut in half by an axe blade. The cross-section was wide and flat, reinforced with dao patterns, serving as an ancient training ground left from antiquity.
"Not knowing your place. Enemies of my Golden Crow clan, I'll give you a three-foot pit to bury your broken body."
The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince was extremely insulting. He immediately slapped at Ye Fan's right face, relying on his Golden Crow body's speed and strength to slap Ye Fan's cheek.
"Smack!"
Ye Fan met it with a golden great hand, producing a loud sound. Golden blood splattered as the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince's right palm shattered into pieces.
He let out a long howl, regrew his broken hand, and shot out as a beam of golden light, leaving a patch of golden blood behind.
Everyone was shocked. The Golden Crow clan's physical body was notoriously powerful, yet he suffered a great loss in one exchange. How terrifying must this person's physique be?
The battle between the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince and Ye Fan erupted, reaching a fever pitch from the start. The scene was astonishing—qi surged through the rainbow, sun and moon dimmed.
Solar True Fire swallowed the sky, drawing down solar essence, pouring down a boundless sea of golden sacred flames, overturning heaven and earth.
The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince no longer dared to engage in close combat, instead suppressing with dharma power.
But Ye Fan was undaunted. He struck out with a black sacred force, strand by strand, extinguishing even the Solar True Fire, dropping the temperature sharply.
Taiyin Sacred Force!
This was the ultimate yin sacred force he had generated while cultivating the Taiyin and Sun Ancient Scriptures, possessing great divine power capable of extinguishing Solar True Fire.
Suddenly, a blinding golden light flew out. Eighty-one great golden banners rustled, forged from dazzling divine gold, even the banner faces golden, embroidered with the divine bird Golden Crow. They arranged themselves in the void, trapping Ye Fan inside.
"Lu Ya's Golden Crow Banners!" people exclaimed. These had bloody legends attached.
In the past, Lu Ya had used these eighty-one golden banners to trap five supreme sect leaders at once, refining and killing them all inside, blood staining the sky.
Today, he had given them to the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince, who used them in the duel, instantly trapping Ye Fan inside.
At this point, everyone sighed inwardly. These were the Golden Crow clan's treasure banners, unbreakable, containing a Golden Crow divine formation. Could Ye Fan, no matter how strong, surpass five supreme sect leaders? He was surely dead.
"You dare oppose my Golden Crow clan?" The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince stood with hands behind his back outside the banner formation, golden long hair flying, sneering coldly.
Trapped in the Golden Crow divine formation, even living fossils couldn't escape. Naturally, he was proud and disdainful, treating Ye Fan as a dead man.
But things often went unexpectedly. Ye Fan stepped with the Stride Art, moving as if through an uninhabited land, charging out with almost no delay.
Once the Stride Art was mastered, one could go up to the nine heavens and down to the nine netherworlds, nothing could stop him. Watching the young madman's display, which even touched on the realm of time, Ye Fan was greatly inspired and understood it more deeply.
"Boom!"
Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!
Executed by the Sacred Body, it swallowed mountains and rivers, charging forward without hesitation. Few in heaven or earth could match it!
This was a fist art created as if for Ye Fan himself, seeming to possess the power to open the six paths, unmatched in the world, its wild force shattering the sky.
The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince turned into a beam of golden light to dodge, but still let out a great cry. Half his body was shattered, golden blood splattering, his broken body flying sideways—a miserable sight.
Everyone was stunned, almost frozen. This was one of the ten Golden Crow crown princes, capable of killing sacred lords, renowned throughout the world, yet reduced to such a state.
At this moment, everyone woke up, realizing they had severely underestimated this cultivator of unclear origin. This battle by the man named Ye Fan would surely shake Lu Continent today.
Only some sect leaders from Tianyuan City knew his extraordinary nature. They knew Ye Fan was an old acquaintance of the Old Madman, but had never spoken of it.
"Ah..." The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince roared in fury, unable to accept this result. Even the Golden Crow treasure banner divine formation couldn't stop the enemy, who walked through it as if on flat ground—this was too unbelievable.
Ye Fan shot into the sky. The Stride Art was unmatched as he gave chase, about to catch up to the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince, raising his fist to strike.
Lu Ya finally acted. Though an incarnation, he could still execute great divine abilities. He offered up a golden ancestral crow divine feather, shot past, and pulled the Ninth Crown Prince away.
"Sixth brother, why flee? Among the younger generation, aside from Yin Tiande, you're unmatched in this world. You killed five sect leaders in one day—who can rival you? Kill him!" the Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince shouted.
"My true body hasn't arrived. This incarnation has less than twenty percent of my combat power. Let's leave here first," Lu Ya said. The Golden Crow banners' failure to trap and kill the enemy also exceeded his expectations.
"I won't accept this! To be forced to flee in defeat!" The Golden Crow Ninth Crown Prince was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ye Fan stood in the void, not giving chase. He took out a precious bow, a cold smile on his lips, and began to draw it, full like a full moon—it was the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow!
Everyone was shocked, all staring at the sky.
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