Chapter 726: Drawing the Bow to Shoot the Golden Crow
"Four years ago, you killed the Ninth Prince of our Golden Crow Clan, extinguished our clan's elder with the Divine Maiden Furnace, and now you dare to wage war against our entire Golden Crow Clan. Do you truly believe you alone can stand against my whole clan?!" An old Golden Crow stepped forward, his face ashen.
This was a Taoist past his fifties, with golden hair draped over his shoulders, a gaunt and refined countenance, a pair of golden pupils that were eerie and intimidating, a tall stature, and a golden wooden staff in hand.
Clearly, he held a high status, wielding significant influence within the Golden Crow Clan. Standing at the forefront, many treated him with great deference.
"You see your own pain but not the wounds of others. When your Golden Crow Clan exterminated the descendants of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor, did you ever consider putting yourselves in their place?" Ye Fan's body emitted a golden mist, rising and billowing like clouds and rosy vapors, accompanied by peals of thunder. He roared, "Let alone your one clan—even if ten more clans came, I would still slaughter them all!"
"Is that so? I, Xuan Yi, wish to see just how powerful you are to dare utter such arrogant words." This half-century-old Taoist stepped forward, holding his golden wooden staff.
He wore a golden crown and a robe of the Eight Trigrams, expressionless and devoid of joy or sorrow, yet he exuded a very dangerous aura. His golden hair flowed loose as he advanced step by step, steady and composed.
The Golden Crow Clan was peculiar, with names and such determined by personal preference. Some had inherited ancient Daoist traditions and dressed as Taoists.
Ye Fan remained calm, saying nothing more as he stepped forward one step at a time. This was undoubtedly a formidable opponent, trapped by the Severing the Dao of the Third Immortal Stage, his entire being like a golden great abyss.
"Clang"
The half-century-old Taoist named Xuan Yi manifested a black iron mountain above his head, as majestic as Kunlun, engraved with the character "Xuan," emitting a haze of smoke and rosy light that swirled around him.
Holding his golden wooden staff, he paced forward with steady steps, standing in the void, and struck downward.
"Boom"
The black ocean was instantly struck to its depths, creating a vacuum pit tens of thousands of feet deep. All the waves splashed up, soaring into the sky, scattering the clouds.
The golden wooden staff in Xuan Yi's hand elongated and thickened like a mountain ridge, sweeping down with immense force and weight.
"Zheng"
A blade's cry resounded through heaven and earth. Ye Fan activated the Weapon Art, summoning the azure blood demon blade that had fallen into the sea. He held the blade horizontally toward the sky, clashing with the wooden staff.
"Slap"
Xuan Yi twisted his wrist, and the golden wooden staff slid along the blade, striking toward Ye Fan's hand bones. With a boom, a burst of golden flames erupted.
This was the solar fire essence he had refined over two thousand years of cultivation, capable of incinerating everything. Even a Sect Leader-rank figure would be reduced to ashes if touched by it.
However, Ye Fan remained utterly unconcerned. A flash of light from his Immortal Platform, and his brow split open, drawing in the golden fire essence, refining it all cleanly.
"The Solar Ancient Scripture!"
"He has cultivated the Solar Ancient Scripture!"
Many from the Golden Crow Clan cried out. They were obsessed with this heavenly art and naturally recognized all its characteristics, their faces showing shock.
"Boom"
The black iron mountain above Xuan Yi's head, dark as ink and towering majestically, emitted tens of thousands of black rays, sweeping toward Ye Fan.
This was a tremendous tearing force. The black rays, like water ripples, engulfed the long blade in Ye Fan's hand.
"Clang"
The demon blade wailed, trembling repeatedly, its body on the verge of shattering.
Ye Fan's strength was immense, his physical body unmatched. No one could wrest a weapon from his grasp.
"Dang"
The azure long blade snapped in two. One half remained in Ye Fan's hand, while the other was struck by the black rays, refined into fine metal, and absorbed into the black iron mountain.
"The Magnetic Mountain!"
Ye Fan was astonished. This was a rare refining material; a piece the size of a soybean weighed tens of thousands of jun, containing immortal magnetic force, naturally capable of countering fine metal weapons.
The Golden Crow Clan had always been prosperous, having annihilated many Human Clan Dao traditions and acquired numerous inheritances. This was a secret treasure from an ancient Daoist sect, accompanied by ancient cultivation methods.
Xuan Yi was a formidable expert who had lived for two thousand eight hundred years. He had been stuck at the ninth small step of the Second Layer of the Immortal Platform for over two thousand years, his strength astonishing.
"Slap"
Ye Fan formed the Mountain-Embracing Seal with his hand, striking toward the sky. It collided violently with the Magnetic Mountain, severing the divine magnetic light, sending it flying tens of thousands of feet away.
"Truly fearsome!" Xuan Yi's expression grew solemn.
He had studied all the ancient arts of the Human Clan, his strength unfathomable. Trapped by the Severing the Dao of the Third Immortal Stage for over two thousand years, though his cultivation had not advanced, he had delved into methods of breaking through, touching upon the Seven Prohibitions Domain.
A living fossil like him, combined with the Seven Prohibitions Domain, could dominate the world with few rivals. Yet now, facing Ye Fan, he was suppressed.
He was undoubtedly immensely powerful, a notable figure within the Golden Crow Clan with significant influence, rarely challenged, a highly influential elder.
"Swish"
Suddenly, Ye Fan vanished from the void, startling everyone. It was too eerie.
In the sky, a golden lightning bolt emerged from nothingness. Ye Fan used the Grand Void Art to traverse the void, rapidly closing in, and struck down with the Void Great Hand Seal.
This was a golden great hand, like a golden cloud, rolling down with immense pressure, vast and mighty, covering Xuan Yi and his Magnetic Mountain below.
It was a terrifying pressure, as if the nine heavens had crashed down upon Xuan Yi, making his hair stand on end and his loose golden hair fly wildly.
"Rise!"
He shouted softly, using the Magnetic Mountain to strike back against the heavens, blocking the golden great hand seal. Tens of thousands of divine magnetic rays, terrifyingly powerful, pierced through the sky.
Ye Fan was amazed. This rare material was truly heaven-defying, a veritable "rough jade." If carefully refined, it could astonish the world.
He transformed his palm into a claw, striking down, still blotting out the sky. With a "bang," he seized the Magnetic Mountain, firmly gripping it. With a wipe, he severed all the divine soul within, claiming it as his own.
Then, like an Heavenly Emperor descending, his golden great hand grasped this towering magnetic mountain as if holding the Heavenly Emperor's seal, pressing down with force.
Xuan Yi's heart and courage chilled. His methods were heaven-defying, his strength supreme, capable of dominating the world. Yet now, he was so passive, his body growing cold, on the verge of shattering.
He let out a soft cry, transforming into a massive Golden Crow, spreading its wings to flee. But it was too late. The golden great hand in the sky, like the Heavenly Emperor holding a seal, came down, crushing one of his divine wings with a "puff."
Blood stained the scene. This old Golden Crow let out a soft cry, plummeting diagonally, reverting to human form. His entire left arm had vanished, dripping with blood.
Everyone was shocked. Xuan Yi's cultivation was profound, touching the Seven Prohibitions Domain, trapped by the Severing the Dao. Few in the world could kill him.
The crowd surged forward, knowing Xuan Yi was outmatched, coming to support him, intending to kill Ye Fan together.
But Ye Fan was faster. He did not want to end this battle, determined to finish off this old Golden Crow. In an instant, he was upon him, wielding the black iron mountain, covering the entire sky.
Xuan Yi retreated, his right hand holding the wooden staff, striking back. Golden light surged like a great river, forming a storm of starry rivers.
"Puff"
The Magnetic Mountain fell, shattering the wooden staff into golden powder. Moreover, the black mountain body, vast and immense, crushed Xuan Yi beneath it.
A spray of blood splattered. This elder of the Golden Crow Clan was crushed, bones broken and sinews snapped. As his divine soul rose, a golden Dao sword flew from Ye Fan's brow, reducing it to ashes.
"Kill!"
"Avenge Ancestor Xuan Yi!"
The Golden Crow Clan erupted in fury, attacking en masse, charging toward the central area. Various treasures filled the sky.
"Clang," "Clang"...
Ye Fan activated the seized black iron mountain, sending tens of thousands of divine magnetic rays shooting up, instantly destroying most of the fine metal treasures in the sky, proving highly effective.
At the same time, he locked onto a Great Power, transforming into a blazing lightning bolt and flying over. The Stride Art allowed him to move as if through an empty realm, raising his fist to strike.
The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!
After four years of Dao enlightenment, he had deepened his understanding of this supreme fist intent—unyielding, unstoppable, crushing all obstacles. That Great Power let out a miserable scream, shattered by a single punch!
"Set up the Golden Crow Divine Formation!"
An elder shouted. All the Golden Crow Clan experts retreated. In the sky, banners fluttered, flames blazed, and divine clouds churned.
Over a hundred experts from the Golden Crow Clan had arrived. Three great experts had died, leaving two fearsome elders and four powerful Golden Crow Princes.
"Refine him!" The Golden Crow Princes gnashed their teeth. Ye Fan had killed two of their brothers, making this a deadly feud.
In the sky, one altar after another appeared. This was an ancient slaughter formation, intended to trap Ye Fan and refine him.
"Zheng," "Zheng," "Zheng"...
Ten thousand swords sang in unison. Golden Crows filled the sky. Each ancient altar shot out tens of thousands of sword beams, flying toward Ye Fan at the center.
This was an ancient slaughter formation, with countless essences transforming into Golden Crows, swooping down, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
Within this ancient formation woven from divine rays, Ye Fan moved like a deity on a journey, enveloped in a Golden Taiji Circle, stepping with the Stride Art, moving swiftly.
He first landed on that reef, retrieving the forbidden formation set up with nine Divine Source blocks. He picked up the child who was crying until nearly unconscious, placing him on his shoulder, saying, "Stop crying. Let's send your Uncle Jiang on his way."
He buried the old servant's body in the black sea. The child cried hoarsely, his voice gone, weakly reaching out a small hand toward the seawater.
"Crying won't solve anything. Your Uncle Jiang hoped you would grow up. Now, I'll teach you your first lesson."
He placed the child on his shoulder, soared into the sky, and stood at the center of the ancient slaughter formation, saying, "Do you really think this divine formation can trap me?!"
The Fourth Golden Crow Prince sneered, "Talk after you escape."
"Activate the ancient formation! Grind his bones to dust, condemn him to eternal damnation!" The Fifth Golden Crow Prince commanded coldly and loudly.
The ancient slaughter formation devoured the essence of heaven and earth. In an instant, yin winds howled, dark clouds surged, drowning this realm, utterly terrifying.
"Uncle Jiang, don't go. Tongtong misses you. I have no family, only you..." The pitiful child wept bitterly, sobbing mournfully.
Ye Fan carried him, ascending against the heavens, wielding the Ten Thousand Wounds Bow, saying, "Only through growth, only through becoming strong, can you bring comfort to your Uncle Jiang. Watch closely!"
"Hum"
A soft tremor. The bowstring loosened. A golden light, dozens of miles long, shot up against the heavens!
This arrow gathered all his strength, infused with life, imbued with his Dao insights. As it appeared, heaven and earth resonated, the Great Dao rumbled, and auspicious rays descended from the sky!
"Puff"
A spray of blood splattered. The Fourth Golden Crow Prince let out a great cry, his brow pierced by an arrow. The divine rainbow stretched dozens of miles, and he shattered in the void.
"What?"
"The Fourth Prince!"
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The Golden Crow Clan members cried out, all filled with terror.
"Again!" Ye Fan shouted, once more drawing the bow toward the sky. Divine power surged, his body's essence boiling, his entire being as if cast in gold.
"Puff"
A divine rainbow dozens of miles long pierced through the sky, nailing the Fifth Golden Crow Prince's forehead. It carried his corpse hundreds of miles before shattering it into a mist of blood!
"Again!" Ye Fan shouted once more. His voice was like a curse from the Nine Netherworlds, chilling the blood of every Golden Crow Clan member, making them tremble uncontrollably.
Having been brooded over by my brothers for many days, the unpleasant plot points have passed. I want to loudly ask for monthly tickets and recommendation votes, requesting everyone's support.
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