Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 150: Smashing Huangpu Han

The scene instantly fell silent. 

It was him. 

He had vanished for a whole month, and now, without any hesitation, appeared here—one foot stomping down on the proud heir of an ancient martial clan. 

No one could speak, all struck dumb with fear.

“Xiao Fan!”

“Junior Brother!”

The four members of the Great Sealing Sect were overwhelmed with emotion and quickly gathered around him. Above their heads, a golden orb of light hovered and shimmered, casting down golden veils that wrapped around them protectively.

“Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Yunyang…”

The towering golden giant began to shrink, revealing a handsome, white-robed youth. Though he wasn’t technically a disciple of the Great Sealing Sect, he was used to addressing them that way. At this moment, one foot remained firmly on Huangpu Han’s chest, rendering the ancient martial heir completely powerless. Though they were both at the peak of the Cloud Heaven Realm, Huangpu Han was no longer his match.

“Let go of the young master!”

“Scoundrel, take your foot off him!”

Two guards rushed forward, their voices thunderous with fury. They were both well over a hundred years old, their hair already snow-white.

“Scram!”

Tian Fan snorted coldly. His eyes flashed gold, and with just a look, the two men were blown away screaming in agony.

“He really is the Son of God—terrifying!”

“Even his gaze can injure people!”

Witnessing this, many people shrank back involuntarily. Even seasoned veterans were shocked, their gazes filled with awe as they stared at the refined-looking youth in the middle of the field.

“What do you want?! Let me go!” Huangpu Han roared. 

The Huangpu Heir was right there; he felt no fear at all. Having nearly stepped into the Primordial Unity Realm, he believed that the Huangpu Heir could easily capture Tian Fan.

“What do you think?”

Tian Fan looked at him coldly, applying pressure with his foot. 

A pig-like scream burst out on the spot.

“Let him go!”

A chilling voice came from the central battlefield. The Huangpu Heir, while locked in combat with the corpse fiend, sent a crimson blade aura—nearly ten feet long—slicing toward Tian Fan, shaking the very air.

Tian Fan snorted and waved his right hand. 

A dazzling silver sword beam slashed out, expanding with the wind, colliding with the incoming attack.

The clash exploded at the center, unleashing waves of powerful energy that sent weaker cultivators flying, all of them horrified.

After that brief exchange, both combatants’ expressions grew serious. They had clearly recognized the other’s strength. 

Tian Fan was startled—this Huangpu Heir truly was terrifying. But he felt no fear. Even if someone from the early Primordial Unity Realm came, he wouldn’t back down now.

“If you dare kill him, I’ll destroy every one of your friends!”

That frosty voice rang out again, sending chills through the crowd. For the future heir of an ancient martial clan to utter such words was deeply intimidating. The Huangpu Heir had one foot already in the Primordial Unity Realm. Rumors claimed he could step in at any moment but was holding off to build up more power.

Sun Yueying and the others looked grim. Li Yunyang cursed outright, “Go to hell! I’m right here. Come and try!”

In the central battlefield, the Divine Son of the Sword Immortal Sect remained silent, smiling faintly as he watched Tian Fan. No one could tell what he was thinking.

The Huangpu Heir, still held back by the corpse fiend, turned and glared coldly at Li Yunyang. Twin beams of murderous intent burst from his eyes, forming two divine sabers that slashed forward.

“Then you can stay too!”

Tian Fan sneered. With a flick of his fingers, two golden streaks of light shot forth and instantly shattered the crimson sabers. His voice carried no emotion, leaving everyone shaken. He really dared to say such things.

“You… You dare kill me? My father is about to break into the Immortal Ascension Realm! If you kill me, you’ll die a horrible death! A quasi-immortal expert will hunt you to the ends of the world!”

Huangpu Han was finally terrified. He brought up his father, voice trembling. Seeing Tian Fan easily counter the strongest attack from the Huangpu clan’s youth generation, he knew Tian Fan truly had the power to rival the heirs of the sacred lands. All he could hope now was that Tian Fan would be afraid—afraid of being hunted by a Immortal Ascension expert.

“Close to breaking through to the Immortal Ascension Realm? I’ve killed real Immortal Ascension experts. You think I’d be scared of a half-step one!?” Tian Fan sneered, staring him down. 

Huangpu Han trembled uncontrollably. He didn’t believe that Tian Fan had truly killed someone that strong, but he was terrified nonetheless. This was the same demon lord who had wiped out the entire Yin Yang Sect from the roots.

“Bro, hurry up! This old freak is too damn crazy!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace sent a sound transmission, teeth grinding with hatred. The corpse fiend ignored everyone else and kept chasing him relentlessly.

“Release the young master! Do you even know what you’ve done? You’ll die with no burial!”

“Scoundrel! You dare act like this? You deserve death!”

Huangpu Han’s guards struggled back to their feet, white hair fluttering as they roared in rage.

“Fine. Take him back then.”

Tian Fan snorted, raised his golden leg, and kicked Huangpu Han into the air. Blood sprayed midair before the body exploded into pieces, landing as a heap of mangled flesh.

Everyone stared in stunned silence. 

The area went completely quiet. 

Tian Fan had lived up to his reputation as a demon lord—fearless and audacious, killing the direct heir of an ancient martial clan right in front of everyone.

All across the Northern Domain, countless sects had representatives here. Even many from the Western Region had come. Everyone was shaken to the core. In front of the future heir of such a colossal clan, Tian Fan had killed his cousin. Who else dared such madness?

On the Divine Martial Continent, the Huangpu clan ruled over the entire Western Region like a tiger overlooking the land. No one dared to oppose them. Yet Tian Fan had done exactly that—boldly stepping on Huangpu Han and ending a tiger’s cub.

“He really doesn’t care about consequences. Even dares challenge an ancient martial clan!”

“He’s just at the Cloud Heaven Realm and already dares to act like this? That takes some serious guts. Who else has that kind of courage?”

Many shook their heads, thinking Tian Fan was being reckless and would soon meet a tragic end. But others nodded. An enemy is an enemy—why show mercy?

“You…”

“You really killed his son!”

The two guards lost their minds, lunging forward with burning desperation. As Huangpu Han’s protectors, both nearly two hundred years old and at the peak of Cloud Heaven, they feared that man in the clan more than death itself. Knowing they wouldn’t survive returning empty-handed, they burned their very life essence.

Tian Fan’s expression was cold and unshaken. He didn’t bother with any fancy moves. He simply stepped forward—and with one powerful stomp, golden ripples spread out in all directions.

Boom…

The earth shook. Golden light surged. A solidified dragon’s head burst out of the ground, instantly smashing one of the guards to bits. The dragon lashed its tail, flinging the other guard into the distance as a pile of shredded meat.

“Creation through a single thought…”

Veteran experts turned pale and gasped in shock. This was a sign of an advanced state of cultivation, requiring immense divine sense and terrifying comprehension of the Dao.

Tian Fan stood calm and composed amidst the crowd. He had already surpassed the peak of Cloud Heaven. Though not invincible below the Primordial Unity Realm, he was close.

“Hey kid, stop hogging the spotlight!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace shouted nearby. Though he’d managed to hold off a corpse fiend, no matter how many techniques he used, he couldn’t destroy it. The thing’s body was ridiculously durable.

Shua…

Tian Fan nodded at Li Yunyang and the others and appeared next to the Holy Son in an instant. Yin and yang energy swirled around his right hand as he summoned a simple-looking divine weapon.

“Roooar…”

The corpse fiend let out a miserable scream. A deep, three-foot-long gash opened diagonally across its body, nearly severing its head. Though the sword was a replica, it had once been fused with a fragment of the real Yin-Yang Sword. Now, it held about 70% of the original’s power.

“Nice! Let me borrow that for a bit!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace’s eyes lit up. He snatched the sword from Tian Fan and immediately slashed at the corpse fiend, leaving deep wounds wherever it landed.

“Wahaha! You old freak, let’s see how tough you are now!”

The Demon Son was practically bouncing with excitement, like he’d just taken a stimulant, going all out against the corpse fiend. With yin and yang energy flowing along the blade, even the undead monster began to show fear.

Tian Fan glanced toward the central battlefield. His eyes gleamed with divine light as he began walking that way. Each step felt like it landed on the hearts of the crowd. 

Could it be—was he really going to make a move against the Huangpu Heir!?