# Chapter 959: Slaying the Heavenly Demon
Ranges of snow-covered mountains stood tall and majestic. At the foot of the highest main peak, the Primordial Dragon Cave shimmered with auspicious radiance, with several ancient pine trees rooted nearby. This place was mysterious and peaceful.
Ye Fan walked forward step by step, about to enter the sacred ground of the Heavenly Scale Clan. Behind him lay a field of corpses, blood flowing freely, the ground stained crimson.
Bo Yi was dead. As a great demon of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and a top expert of this era, he had been killed with a single punch from Ye Fan, his body shattered. The Heavenly Scale Clan was terrified, and the Primordial Dragon Cave was in chaos.
"Who else wants to kill me and seize my treasures? Come on out." Ye Fan's voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority.
"Arrogant! Do you really think no one in my Heavenly Scale Clan can deal with you?" An angry roar came from the Primordial Dragon Cave. A silver flood dragon, over a hundred feet long, soared out, its scales gleaming coldly.
"A mere Dao Severing cultivator, and a dead one at that, is utterly useless." Ye Fan said coldly.
"Roar..."
The enormous flood dragon descended from the sky, diving toward Ye Fan with the power to move mountains and drain seas. In this current era, it was absolutely world-shaking!
All members of the Heavenly Scale Clan watched nervously, clenching their fists. Such a world-shaking strike, they believed, could not be blocked even by a great divine ability user. In this age, no one could match the physical body of a Dao Severing King.
Aside from the dragon's roar, there was no other sound in heaven and earth. Only the enormous flood dragon became the sole focus of the world.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, the Dao Severing flood dragon did not shatter Ye Fan. Instead, his fist smashed the dragon's head apart, blood gushing out as it was sent flying back into the sky.
"What's so special about a Dao Severing flood dragon? It's just a corpse. I've killed living Dao Severing Kings before."
Ye Fan murmured softly, standing proudly there, looking up at the silver flood dragon in the sky. His expression was calm, without a trace of fear.
Everyone was stunned. Many had heard his words and were chilled to the bone. What kind of person was this? He had killed living Dao Severing cultivators?!
"Qilin'er, run!" The Old Heavenly Snake shouted from the entrance of the Primordial Dragon Cave.
"Ancestor, no need to worry. Watch how I take his life. Coming to our Primordial Dragon Cave to cause trouble, he will surely bleed five zhang!" The silver flood dragon roared. He had not heard Ye Fan's murmured words.
Opening his mouth, he spat out a bolt of purple lightning—a Purple Gold Treasure Mirror, a weapon refined by a Dao Severing King in ancient times. The purple light it emitted could dissolve all things. Even a Sect Leader-rank figure struck by it would suffer severe injury.
However, Ye Fan did not dodge at all. He flew up against the sky, meeting the attack head-on. His golden fist radiated overwhelming saber energy, directly piercing through heaven and earth!
"Crack"
A horrifying thing happened. The purple treasure mirror shattered into dozens of pieces, scattering like a meteor shower. He had destroyed it with a single punch!
"Heavens, how is this possible? He destroyed a Dao Severing King's weapon with his fist!"
Many members of the Heavenly Scale Clan broke out in cold sweat. Quite a few were trembling all over, unable to stop shaking. Such power could not be seen in the present age—it could only appear in ancient legends!
"Dao Severing Flood Dragon King..." Ye Fan's soft voice came from the sky. Then he shook his hands, releasing overwhelming golden light that struck forward.
"Bang," "Bang"...
Terrible sounds rang out. The enormous silver flood dragon was seized by a pair of golden hands as massive as mountains. With a forceful pull, it was snapped into over a dozen sections. Blood and dragon bones fell toward the ground.
Below, a stretch of snow-covered mountains was smashed flat. The flood dragon's corpse fell, shaking the earth.
A white Heavenly Snake rushed out from the flood dragon's corpse, faster than lightning, trying to escape. It was the clan's Heavenly Demon Body.
"Chi"
Ye Fan pointed a finger, and it immediately fell to the ground, transforming into a young man. His face was deathly pale, his expression fierce, his teeth clenched tightly.
"I've seen a Heavenly Demon Body before. That friend of mine should be... about to sever the Dao by now." Ye Fan murmured, thinking of the Big Dipper Star Domain, momentarily lost in thought.
"Who exactly are you?" The Heavenly Demon Body shouted, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat someone, looking very ferocious.
"I've said it several times already. Ye Fan, Lord of the Heavenly Court."
Ye Fan's words were very soft. Although it wasn't the first time those present had heard them, it still made everyone's hearts tremble.
"I really don't want to kill. But your killing intent toward me is so strong. There's no choice—I can only nip a genius in the bud."
"No..." A group of people behind him cried out.
Ye Fan paid no attention. He gently tapped, and the Heavenly Demon Body let out a great cry. His brow was pierced through, and he fell backward onto the snow-covered ground, devoid of any life.
Ye Fan showed neither joy nor sorrow. He once again arrived before the Primordial Dragon Cave. These people were terrified to the extreme, continuously retreating.
"We were wrong. We shouldn't have harbored greedy thoughts to kill you. But you have already killed thirty-nine of my clan, almost all great demons. If my clan is not destroyed, we will be severely weakened for five hundred years, unable to leave the mountain, forced to seal ourselves in Changbai Mountain. Can you spare us?" The Old Heavenly Snake begged.
Ye Fan sighed inwardly. He really couldn't bring himself to strike. If the other party had been vicious and charged at him, he would have shown no mercy, without any pity.
"If you want to use the Heavenly Snake Ancestor's method, come forward. Even using that snake slough would be useless." He turned to look at another ancient cave.
Bo Ren, the clan leader of the Heavenly Scale Clan, came out with an ashen face. Although he was in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and was called a top expert of this era, he was utterly inadequate now.
"Suppressing my entire clan with your own strength, I accept defeat and am willing to be killed or cut down as you please." Bo Ren spoke, supporting the Old Heavenly Snake. The Heavenly Scale Clan had two Dragon Transformation experts. Bo Yi was already dead, leaving only Bo Ren alone, helpless. Struggling was useless.
"I don't want to kill too many people either. Seal your mountain for five hundred years. During this time, you are not allowed to go out." Ye Fan said calmly.
"Thank you, Dao Friend, for sparing our lives." The Old Heavenly Snake said in a trembling voice. The others also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Many silently bowed along with the old snake.
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