Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 477: Chapter 482: The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building

“THUD!”

Zhao Fa spat out blood and teeth, crashing into the high wall behind him, his anger surging. Being slapped in front of so many people, losing his teeth, made him feel like his lungs were about to explode with rage.

“HISS!”

Nine streams of sword aura spewed from his mouth, transforming into nine-colored rainbows shooting towards Ye Fan’s body, brilliant and magnificent, the killing intent surging like a tide.

These were nine divine swords forged from different meteorites, each a different color, none longer than a palm, yet they were incredibly sharp, as piercing as needles.

They pierced through the void, rushing out from nothingness like nine plumages of the Divine Phoenix, bursting with endless auspicious light, sweeping forth to kill.

Appearance-wise, they seemed enchanting and beautiful, but the killing intent soared, capable of cutting one’s soul, penetrating to the bone, chillingly cold and menacing.

“BANG!”

Ye Fan’s golden hand slapped out, covering all nine differently colored flying swords, causing them to tremble violently. Even rare meteorite iron could not withstand such a force.

“CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!…”

All nine colorful swords were caught in Ye Fan’s hand. His golden fingers exerted immense pressure, and with a continuous series of sharp, metallic TWANGS, they all snapped apart.

Afterwards, colorful iron powder gently fell from between his fingers, his powerful grip turning the divine iron into fine dust!

Everyone present was shocked. Had the sacred body really cut down his cultivation base? This is too absurd! This news is entirely misleading!

“You…” Zhao Fa’s complexion changed, fear rising in his heart. “You haven’t cut down your cultivation!”

Ye Fan strode forward forcefully, each step causing the entire street to tremble slightly, as if a great drum was beating between heaven and earth, echoing in everyone’s heart.

Zhao Fa’s countenance changed drastically; if Ye Fan hadn’t cut down his cultivation, even if he fought bravely, it would be difficult to escape death, his Heart Spirit in utmost chaos.

“BUZZ!”

Ye Fan rushed forward when his emotions were unstable, the golden hand slashing down again, transforming into a golden Big Grinding Disc that slammed down.

“I truly have cut down my cultivation…” His words carried a smile, yet his actions were merciless.

“What…” Zhao Fa was momentarily dazed, but so close, he had no choice but to brace himself and confront the attack.

“CLANG!”

It was like striking an iron stake, Ye Fan’s golden hand like a Grinding Disc, slamming half of Zhao Fa’s body into the ground.

“BANG!”

Ye Fan struck again, making Zhao Fa see stars and spit blood from his mouth, his body sinking another foot, everything below his chest buried in earth and stone.

“I told you, I’ve cut my cultivation, leaving myself half-wasted, with just enough power left to protect myself. Yet you still dared treat me like a soft persimmon, easy to squeeze?”

Ye Fan squatted down and, without mercy, backhanded him with a slap. A crisp SMACK echoed as a few more of Zhao Fa’s teeth fell out, his organs feeling like they were burning with rage.

“I forgot to tell you in detail,” Ye Fan smiled brightly. “Under Divine Doctor Wang’s treatment, I indeed have severed my Dao Fruit and fallen from the Four Extremes secret realm, but I still have the peak cultivation of the Dao Palace.”

“SMACK!”

Then, he slapped down again, making Zhao Fa dizzy and causing him to spit blood from his mouth.

“You were too anxious, rushing to seize my Holy Sword. Don’t you understand the saying, ‘the rafter that sticks out is the first to rot’?”

“Have you already fallen from the Four Extremes secret realm?!” Zhao Fa gritted his teeth, his expression icy, murderous intent erupting in his gaze.

“BOOM!”

He appeared to gain immense confidence as a streak of purple light soared from within him, like a massive Purple Dragon reaching the heavens.

Ye Fan laughed heartily, his gaze growing icier. He pressed down with a hand, “Upon learning my cultivation is far inferior to before, you can’t contain yourself? Think of how close you are to me!”

“SMACK!”

He slapped down, almost knocking all the teeth from Zhao Fa’s mouth. Blood splattered everywhere as the purple light was forcibly pressed back within him.

“Being this close to me, you best behave!”

Ye Fan gave him another big slap, making Zhao Fa’s body sink further, leaving only his head above ground.

Zhao Fa’s face was ashen. Such intense humiliation! This is the first time in my life… I feel like screaming! Everything was under control; I came here to seize the Holy Sword. But this is the result? Pinned into the earth and stone, without even the strength to resist, taking several slaps in a row!

“Enough, you’re going too far!” The Purple Mansion Saint Heir stood in the distance, his eyes cold, staring at Ye Fan.

“When Zhao Fa was bullying Ye Fan for being half-wasted, why didn’t you speak up?” Li Heishui glanced at him askance, coldly saying, “If you wish to stand up for justice, by all means, come over!”

The Black Emperor was even more direct, shouting, “You want to side with that bastard? This emperor will accompany you. I wouldn’t mind having a Saint Heir as a pet!”

Beside them, everyone was speechless. Has the sacred body really cut his cultivation down to the Dao Palace secret realm? Why is everyone around him fiercer than the last?

“You sent my junior disciples to the Exotic Realm! I haven’t settled accounts with you yet!” The Purple Mansion Saint Heir’s expression was icy as he stared at the Black Emperor, murderous intent permeating the air.

“Who’s afraid of whom? By all means, come forward if you dare!”

Ye Fan stood up, looking at the Purple Mansion Saint Heir. “Do you really want to make a move?”

Each of the Saint Heirs appeared righteous and just; not one had recklessly attacked him yet. If the Purple Mansion Saint Heir acted, he would be the first.

“Since you’ve cut down your cultivation and fallen from the Four Extremes secret realm, I won’t bother with someone half-wasted!” The Purple Mansion Saint Heir’s gaze was icy as he declined to challenge.

Ye Fan showed a slight cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He is a Saint Heir, after all. He won’t act rashly without understanding the situation. He’s certainly keeping his composure.

“Die!” suddenly, Zhao Fa shouted, purple light shooting up to the sky.

Above his head, an enormous star emerged, its purple light dazzling the heavens, incredibly blinding!

This singular star contained infinite, terrifying Divine Ability, overshadowing even the sun in the sky and emitting a monstrous wave of magical power.

“Ziwei Emperor Star!”

Someone exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Zhao Fa to have mastered the unparalleled divine arts of the Ziwei Sect by evolving the Ziwei Emperor Star, which could destroy an entire region if it erupted.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan’s golden hand reached out, transforming into a Golden Heavenly Stele that descended. The wave of divine energy was terrifying, and with a soft THUMP, it suppressed the Ziwei Emperor Star.

“Rise!” Zhao Fa shouted.

However, Ye Fan’s physical body was too powerful. The hand transformed into a Golden Heavenly Stele forcefully pressed the Ziwei Emperor Star back into his head, repelling the overwhelming magical power.

“AH…” Zhao Fa screamed in terror. If the Ziwei Emperor Star explodes inside my body, I’ll be utterly annihilated, body and soul!

“Save me…” Zhao Fa was truly frightened, unable to control himself; the purple star was about to destroy itself within him.

“Weren’t you plotting to seize my Holy Sword and harm me? Why beg for mercy now?” Ye Fan looked down at him.

Only Zhao Fa’s head remained above the surface, his face as pale as death. He said, “I deserve to die; I shouldn’t have been so greedy. Quickly, save me!”

“BANG!”

Ye Fan kicked out, shaking a giant star out of Zhao Fa’s head. It soared into the sky, exploding in the distant horizon.

Endless purple light surged, and terrifying energy swept out. Even on the ground, the aftershocks felt like a tsunami, causing fear.

Zhao Fa was saved, but a look of malice flashed in his eyes. I’ve suffered such a huge loss today! I’ll tear Ye Fan to pieces!

“BANG!”

He burst from the ground and stood, saying with a cold voice, “Brother Ye, that’s enough for today. I will visit you another day!”

Zhao Fa did not know Ye Fan’s true depths and no longer dared to act rashly, wanting to figure out the situation before making a decisive move.

Yet Ye Fan laughed. Like a ghost, his movements reached the pinnacle of speed, arriving right in front of Zhao Fa, leaving him no room to escape.

“Then I won’t see you off. Farewell!”

Ye Fan lightly patted his shoulder, just as Zhao Fa had done before. Zhao Fa’s face changed drastically, and he retreated quickly.

“What… have you done to me?” Zhao Fa coughed blood with each step back. By the eighth step, a shattering sound came from within him.

He immediately cried out miserably, “You’ve crippled me?!”

Ye Fan looked indifferent. “You’ve tried to harm me repeatedly. Leaving you with your life is already good enough.”

Everyone fell silent, chilled to the bone. A cultivator of the Four Extremes Great Perfection Realm from the Ziwei Sect… crippled by Ye Fan with a mere lift of his hand! Truly frightening. Did the sacred body really sever his own cultivation base? How can he still be so formidable and strong? If he’s only in the Dao Palace secret realm, he’s acting far too uninhibitedly!

“You’re ruthless…” Zhao Fa’s face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling.

“You harbored murderous intent towards me. Am I supposed to smile at you? The Upper Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Go and reform yourself.”

In a single thought, Ye Fan had crippled an acclaimed figure of the young generation, deeply shaking everyone.

“Since you are within the Dao Palace secret realm, if you can take three of my strikes, I’ll turn and leave. I won’t make it difficult for you,” the Purple Mansion Saint Heir spoke coldly, suddenly sending a beam of purple light towards Ye Fan.

“BANG!”

Ye Fan responded with a punch, shattering it on the spot.

“BOOM!”

A small purple pagoda emerged from the brow of the Purple Mansion Saint Heir, pressing forward with terrifying fluctuations.

“HISS!”

From Ye Fan’s brow, a small golden cauldron rushed out, crashing forward.

The Purple Mansion Saint Heir’s face changed. He retrieved the small purple pagoda and retreated before his hands formed seals, sending out a surging wave of purple energy.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan still met it with a golden fist, shaking the ancient street violently, almost causing a massive collapse.

“Go!”

The Purple Mansion Saint Heir turned to leave, and the other Purple Mansion disciples, seeing this, all followed him and departed.

“He’s testing me, but he just couldn’t hold back…” Ye Fan muttered to himself.

The Purple Mansion Saint Heir couldn’t figure anything out and decisively left, unwilling to risk himself.

「On this day, the news spread rapidly.」

The sacred body had severed his cultivation, but not completely, still retaining the peak cultivation of the Dao Palace. Zhao Fa from the Ziwei Sect had been carelessly crippled into a mortal. The Purple Mansion Saint Heir had tested Ye Fan and ultimately left.

People buzzed with this news, wondering what exactly Ye Fan’s state was, not quite believing the rumors.

On the same day, Divine Doctor Wang appeared, claiming that what Ye Fan said was true; he had already severed his cultivation. At the same time, he revealed that if Ye Fan wanted to fight desperately, he could occasionally wield the Combat Power of the Four Extremes secret realm, but the cost would be the depletion of Life Essence, usable no more than ten times.

This was something Ye Fan and Divine Doctor Wang had long agreed on. They didn’t want to make it sound too dire; otherwise, if he displayed Four Extremes Cultivation, it would immediately be exposed.

However, he wasn’t too concerned, because if he gained the Nine Secrets of Movement, he would never have to worry again. With such footwork, he could traverse the world, unafraid of being thwarted or killed.

“With this news spreading, not to mention others, all the Saint Heirs won’t be able to hold back. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Li Heishui said, glancing at Ye Fan, then sweeping a look at the old madman behind them.

“Anyone who wishes to test or kill me, feel free to come!” Ye Fan chuckled.

“The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty will probably appear. It’s likely they have received many commissions,” the Black Emperor said.

The Saint Heirs were holding their peace, showing no movement yet. However, a number of disciples from the Sacred Lands appeared, coming to probe Ye Fan’s actual condition. Ominous signs were gathering, and these were merely pawns sent to test the waters.

Quickly, news came that the Yin Yang Saint Heir, carrying the secret treasure Yin Yang Sword, was heading south, preparing to sever the sacred body Ye Fan’s head. He was accompanied by several Grand Elders and would arrive soon.

At the same time, the elders of Zhao Fa’s sect in the Ziwei Sect were furious. They rushed overnight towards Youyue City, intent on suppressing Ye Fan.