Chapter 761: One Force Suppresses All Enemies
"My son is Wang Teng."
In the past, Pang Bo had specifically mocked this phrase. In the blink of an eye, over a decade had passed. Old friends were no longer present, yet he heard news of their tragic fates.
Now, Ye Fan once again saw the Wang Clan's Patriarch and heard these words, a cold sneer forming in his heart.
"Brother Wang has raised an excellent son. He has inherited the legacy of the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor and also obtained the supreme secrets of Void. This is unprecedented in the ages; never has one heard of someone cultivating two complete scriptures simultaneously. The day he attains the Dao is within reach."
Wang Chengkun naturally beamed with a full smile upon hearing such flattery. His greatest pride was his eldest son, who, despite his youth, already dominated the world with his cultivation and possessed rare and supreme fortune.
Back then, he had no advantage when competing for the position of clan patriarch. Everything was because his son had shown extraordinary talent from a young age, and ultimately, the clan's ancestor chose him.
"Speaking of which, the departure of the Sacred Body is indeed a regret. The Wang Clan's worthy nephew won't harbor any obsession, will he? If it prevents him from attaining the Dao, that would be truly regrettable," said an old demon.
Wang Chengkun replied, "Unfortunately, he fled this world. Otherwise, he would surely have stained my son's battle robe with his blood and lost his head."
"Everyone knows that the worthy nephew Wang Teng has a heaven-defying talent, surpassing both ancient and modern times. We elders must all step aside. The world today belongs to them."
Everyone knew that Wang Teng's defeat in that battle back then was not due to a lack of strength. At this moment, in the presence of the Wang Clan, no one spoke of unpleasant things, offering only flattering words.
"This old bastard really has thick skin. He truly thinks his son is the future Great Emperor. A loss is a loss; there's nothing to whitewash," Li Tian said disdainfully.
Ye Fan said nothing. This was a sacred and important place for the demon race; he couldn't make a move here, or he would offend all the demon tribes of the Southern Ridge.
"Brother Wang, there are many rumors outside. They say your clan attacked a certain ancient village and was completely annihilated. Is that true?" someone finally brought up the question, one that many were eager to know.
Wang Chengkun's face showed nothing, but a hint of gloom flickered in his eyes. "Some clansmen were harmed by petty villains. It's nothing to worry about. In time, my clan will raze those mountain ridges to the ground, leaving not a blade of grass."
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are rivers and lakes, there are grudges and enmities. In life, these are unavoidable.
Among the many powerful figures, there were naturally those who opposed the Wang Clan. Someone secretly taunted, "I heard the Sacred Body has reappeared. In the battle in the mountains, he single-handedly wiped out all the Wang Clan members. I wonder if it's true or false."
Though not overly harsh, the words were still grating. Wang Chengkun's expression froze for a moment before he said, "My clan actually hopes that surnamed Ye will return. We would kill him, take his sacred blood to refine medicine. Unfortunately, this coward fled. The battle deep in the mountains was merely someone impersonating him to stir up chaos with malicious intent."
Li Tian nudged Ye Fan and said, "This old bastard really is something. His face is thicker than a wild boar's hide. No matter what, his son lost back then. Why does he keep slandering you?"
Within the ancient pavilion, many cultivators had gathered, mostly leaders of various demon tribes, along with several human sect masters. They had differing opinions on the battle at the barbarian tribe, but most didn't believe Ye Fan could return.
Besides the various leaders, their descendants were also present—all the most dazzling inheritors; otherwise, they couldn't have set foot here.
These young talents and beautiful women were brought in to broaden their horizons and also to subtly compete with one another.
"What am I seeing? A seductive demoness who could topple nations, breathtakingly beautiful. I suspect she's Yi Qingwu's sister. How can she be this gorgeous?!" Li Tian almost drooled as he gulped down a large cup of fine wine.
The younger generation, both men and women, were also engaged in heated discussions, exchanging insights on the Dao and sparring. Some rivals secretly tested each other. Among them, one woman stood out like a divine pearl in the sea, dazzling and radiant.
It was Qi Huoshui!
Years had passed, and Nan Yao's younger sister had only grown more enchanting. Her skin was snow-white, delicate as if it would break at a touch. Her black hair shone like silk, and her figure was graceful and alluring. She stood not far away.
Qi Huoshui was sensitive to such gazes. She turned back and glared fiercely at Li Tian, but then she froze. The jade cup in her hand nearly fell to the ground.
She could hardly believe her eyes. A man who had vanished for twelve years had reappeared. She immediately thought of the rumors—the Sacred Body in the barbarian wilderness wasn't an imposter; it was real!
"The Sacred Body has returned!" Qi Huoshui knew that chaos would erupt today. Ye Fan dared to appear here, and this wouldn't end peacefully. He had definitely come to kill.
A beauty of this "nation-toppling" caliber, momentarily lost in thought, possessed a unique, moving charm that left many staring.
It was clear that Wang Chengkun harbored a deep, bone-deep hatred for Ye Fan. Whenever he mentioned him, whether belittling or mocking, it seemed as if Ye Fan wasn't even worth a single toe of his son.
"This old bastard. His son lost to you back then—that's a fact. He can whitewash and cover it up all he wants, but what's there to show off? Once we leave the Demon Emperor Hall, we'll fight to the death," Li Tian said.
From start to finish, Ye Fan hadn't spoken a single word, as steady as Mount Tai. Soon after, he stood up and left the ancient pavilion, walking outside.
This was because Li Tian had walked over, provocatively challenging the Wang Clan. He loudly announced himself as the sect master of the Human Desire Sect, knowing that once they left the Demon Emperor Hall, the Wang Clan would surely try to intercept him.
Ye Fan followed the ancient bluestone path, step by step, out of the deep mountains. No one could fly here. He enjoyed the scenery along the way, surprising many demon clan disciples.
He was one with heaven and earth, merged with the mountains and rivers. Each step he took had a rhythm, a timeless "Dao" flowing within him, an indescribable transcendence.
Ye Fan stood outside the mountains, gazing into the distance. He didn't move for a long time. Even a bird mistook him for a withered vine and landed on his shoulder.
The red sun slanted westward. A bell tolled, and many cultivators descended the mountain one after another. They paid him no attention as they passed.
After a while, the Northern Plains Wang Clan appeared. These individuals were all deeply skilled in the Dao, every one of them a Great Power. They lined up side by side, a full eight of them, ready to intercept and kill Li Tian.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, their hearts trembling. The Northern Plains Wang Clan was truly terrifying. Counting the seven Great Powers who had died in the barbarian tribe, they had sent a total of fifteen major figures to the Southern Ridge.
How many Great Powers could a single clan field? For them to send so many at once was simply abnormal.
"Some of them are ancient beings in disguise," said an ancient demon and a human sect master who had cultivated the Heavenly Eye, seeing through the secret.
The Wang Clan members had grown impatient, wanting to quickly deal with Li Tian. But they hadn't expected this bastard to be unable to tear himself away from the stunning beauties and hadn't come out at all, making them wait in frustration.
Suddenly, Wang Chengkun and the others were startled. They sensed an undisguised killing intent. Ahead, a disheveled young man was walking toward them step by step, perfectly in sync with the pulse of heaven and earth, pressing toward all of them.
"Who are you? What do you want?" an elder of the Wang Clan shouted.
"Someone who will kill you!" Ye Fan's black hair wasn't messy, but it covered half his face, and a layer of mist swirled around him. His voice was cold and merciless.
"Which major force dares to make a move against my Wang Clan?" Wang Chengkun's expression was icy as he scanned the crowd, feeling something was off.
"No major force. I alone will kill all of you!" Ye Fan pressed forward step by step.
"Alone, kill all of us..." The Wang Clan members wanted to laugh but couldn't. They only felt a chill run down their spines.
Everyone present was stunned. Who was this person, daring to block the exit of the Demon Emperor Hall alone and kill eight Great Powers of the Northern Plains' ancient aristocratic clan? What kind of courage and strength did that require?
"What ignorant brat dares to spout nonsense here!" Wang Chengkun's face darkened. The elders beside him sneered and struck out immediately, humiliatingly slapping at Ye Fan's face.
Ye Fan snorted coldly, extending his right arm. A golden giant hand met theirs, smashing the incoming palm into pieces. The elder let out a heart-wrenching scream.
But the next moment, his voice was cut short. The golden hand was too fast, tracing the trajectory of the Dao, impossible to avoid. It slapped across his face.
"Slap!"
His entire face shattered instantly, flying off like fragments of porcelain. The golden hand, forming a palm, delivered a resounding slap.
The elder's face twisted beyond recognition. Cracks appeared on his entire skull, and then his cranium burst open with a bang, flying away.
"Pfft!"
With a final, soft sound, his head collapsed like a broken gourd, and he died on the spot.
Everyone present changed color. This was a Great Power! He had tried to humiliate someone, only to be slapped to death by this young man in front of them. It was utterly shocking.
In the distance, Qi Huoshui had been watching closely. Seeing this, her mouth formed an "O" shape. Beside her, Nan Yao appeared. Rivers and mountains flowed in his eyes, and an ancient moon sank. His cultivation had grown even deeper, and he stared unblinkingly.
"Who are you?" Wang Chengkun was shocked. Such cultivation was terrifying. An elder had been killed with a single slap.
"Who am I? You've never stopped thinking about me. Today, I've returned, specifically to kill you here," Ye Fan said calmly.
"It's you..." Wang Chengkun's face changed instantly, and his body trembled.
The other members of the Northern Plains Wang Clan quickly moved forward, shielding Wang Chengkun behind them. They were all on high alert. If the clan patriarch were killed, it would be a brutal slap to the entire clan's face!
"If I want to kill someone, even hiding in the Heavenly Palace won't save you," Ye Fan said as he advanced. His black hair danced wildly. He alone forced seven Great Powers to retreat. The scene left everyone stunned.
"Who exactly is he?" many asked. Everyone in the area felt a chill run down their spines.
"Could it really be him, back?" some were shocked.
"How is this possible? He's returned. How did he manage it?!" many exclaimed, stepping back in alarm.
Ye Fan made his move. His entire body blazed with golden blood energy, flooding the area. "Today, I'll first cut down Wang Teng's old man. Next time, I'll go to the Northern Plains and kill him directly."
"Boom!"
An overwhelming divine might erupted, as if an ancient demon god had been resurrected, manifesting in the mortal world. Ye Fan threw a punch without holding back, unleashing the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist from the start.
"Ah..."
The two blocking the front fought with all their might, but they couldn't withstand the ocean-like force of his fist!
The pair of golden fists were unstoppable, blasting the two into pieces on the spot. Blood, shattered bones, and hair scattered in all directions.
"It's the Sacred Body! It really is him!"
"He's truly back! I've seen him before. This is unbelievable!"
Everyone was shocked. The Sacred Body, who had vanished for twelve years and left this world, had reappeared in the mortal realm.
Ye Fan let out a great roar, like the descent of the Nine Heavens' chaotic thunder. Endless mountain ranges collapsed. The several Great Powers in front all coughed up blood, their bodies cracking as they staggered backward.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan reached out with a golden giant hand, grabbing Wang Chengkun in an instant and lifting him upside down!
This scene shook everyone. They could hardly believe it. This was a Great Power! The Sacred Body was truly too powerful.
"Let him go!" an elder, his body covered in scales, shouted. "Do you know who we are and where we come from?"
"Aren't you just an ancient being? Get lost!" Ye Fan sneered contemptuously, slapping down and breaking the elder's bones and tendons on the spot.
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