A shrill, miserable scream echoed across the skies as the first Blood Spirit dissolved into a puff of green smoke, dispersing into the heavens.
The sight stunned everyone.
The elder of the Huangpu Clan’s expression changed dramatically, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Pfft…”
“Pfft…”
Tian Fan remained as calm as ever, his expression indifferent. The Yin-Yang Sword in his hand flickered with a faint golden light. At this moment, he hadn’t used any divine power—it was simply the color of his blood.
The extremely sinister and evil Blood Spirits continued to dissipate into the world, unable to regenerate, completely destroyed.
“No! This is impossible! This can’t be happening!”
The elder of the Huangpu Clan shouted in disbelief. He simply couldn’t accept what was unfolding before his eyes. That young man drenched in blood had only lightly swung the sword in his hand—no terrifying divine power, no overwhelming combat technique—just a simple lift and slash. Yet, such a casual action had steadily unraveled the Huangpu Clan’s forbidden secret technique.
“What’s going on? Why are the Blood Spirits vanishing like this?”
“What exactly happened? Why did the Elder withdraw the Yin Blood Spirit Technique?!”
In the skies above, nearly a hundred Blood Spirits let out heart-wrenching shrieks. Tian Fan’s expression remained cold as he activated the Five Elements Sword Technique. His movements flowed like nature itself, and at this moment, he seemed to have reached a state of unity between man and sword. In the blink of an eye, the Blood Spirits in the sky were completely wiped out.
“Pfft…”
The Huangpu elder spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The Yin Blood Spirit Technique was a secret spell, and using such a powerful forbidden technique came with a heavy toll. Now that the spell had been broken, he was the first to suffer the backlash.
“Heavens, what just happened?!”
“The Huangpu Clan’s Blood Spirit Technique… it got broken?!”
“Am I dreaming or something?”
The spectators from afar widened their eyes at the scene before them, wishing they could wipe them with spiritual water. The Huangpu Clan’s forbidden secret technique was said to be so powerful that all cultivators across the Divine Martial Continent feared it. Yet now, it had been broken by a young man in the mid-stage of Cloud Heaven Realm!
A storm raged in their hearts.
“I told you, not even hell dares to take me in. Didn’t I?”
Tian Fan spoke, his cold voice echoing in the ears of the Huangpu elder like a resounding slap, making his cheeks flush red.
“You…!”
The elder trembled in anger, pointing at Tian Fan, but for a moment couldn’t get a single word out.
“I have no grudge with your Huangpu Clan. Yet you gathered your people to hunt me down. Since that’s the case, then you must pay the price!”
Tian Fan’s voice turned icy as he locked eyes with the azure-robed elder ahead. “And you—do I have any enmity with you? No, right? Then why did you do this? Have you never heard the saying: ‘Birds die for food, men die for wealth’? Can’t you already see your own fate?”
His calm and cold words left everyone in shock. A youth just barely twenty years old was actually saying these things to a veteran cultivator—it was truly unimaginable and utterly stunning.
“Hmph, don’t get ahead of yourself. With the state you’re in, how can you fight us? In the end, you’re still going to die by our hands!”
The green-robed elder fumed, veins bulging on his forehead. To be mocked like this by a junior was downright humiliating.
“Hmph, he’s just hanging on by a thread now. He can barely even maintain his divine power to stay floating in the air. He’s destined to die here!”
The Huangpu elder’s eyes lit up. Tian Fan’s body was covered in injuries, and his face had turned deathly pale. His whole body trembled slightly.
And they weren’t wrong. At this point, Tian Fan had indeed sustained grievous wounds, and his divine power was nearly depleted. The three elders he faced were all incredibly powerful, having reached the peak of the Cloud Heaven Realm years ago. He might have been able to fend off one, but all three together overwhelmed him. The pressure was simply too great, and the damage he had taken far exceeded what they suffered.
“Kill him! Kill that little brat!”
Down below, the old hag from the Yin-Yang Sect shrieked. She was no less injured than Tian Fan, as his powerful strikes had mostly been aimed at her, sending her crashing down from the sky even while taking damage himself.
“Heh heh…”
The elder of the Huangpu Clan sneered and advanced together with the green-robed elder.
“You’re really that sure you’ve got me cornered?”
Tian Fan gave a cold laugh. Though his face was pale, a purple fruit appeared in his hand. It was crystal clear and gave off a rich, fragrant aroma. He took a light bite, and the juice flowed out, releasing an even stronger scent—so much so that people miles away could smell it.
“What’s that smell? It’s amazing!”
“I feel like my energy just came back all of a sudden!”
“Me too! What’s going on?”
The azure-robed elder and the elder of the Huangpu Family breathed in the rich fragrance of the fruit and felt their injuries improving. But in the next moment, their expressions changed drastically—Tian Fan’s wounds were visibly healing at a rapid pace. In the blink of an eye, his injuries had completely disappeared, and a powerful divine aura burst forth from his body.
“You… you!”
The two elders were stunned and speechless.
“Didn’t you think I was dead for sure? What’s the matter? Why aren’t you making a move?” Tian Fan spoke calmly as he walked forward step by step. His pace was steady and powerful. “Since you won’t move, then I’ll do it myself!”
Whoosh…
Tian Fan took a single step forward, and a massive golden palm slammed down. The pressure it carried twisted the void itself. Up in the skies, a gigantic five-fingered imprint descended, just like the palm of the Buddha, radiating brilliant golden light and an unstoppable divine might.
Boom…
The elder of the Huangpu Family and the green-robed elder were slammed straight down from the sky, crashing to the ground and creating two deep craters.
“Uh… did I just see that right? Two human-shaped craters?”
“Looks like… yeah, definitely. Those are two human-shaped craters!”
That person especially emphasized the word “human-shaped,” which instantly drew several cold, sharp gazes toward him, making his whole body feel like it was plunged into ice.
“Ah!”
Two furious roars came from underground. The ground shook violently, stones shattered and flew in all directions. The two elders soared back into the air, burning with rage. Just as they were about to speak, a golden iron fist came smashing down, crackling with tiny arcs of lightning. Its power was terrifying.
Boom!
The green-robed elder was slammed down on the spot, leaving a trail of blood in midair.
“You too—get down there!”
Activating Divine Cloud Steps, Tian Fan’s speed peaked to an extreme, so fast that not even an afterimage was left behind. In a flash, he appeared next to the Huangpu elder and brought his golden hand down once again.
Boom!
This time, the ground gained two more crater-like pits shaped like the character for “human.”
“Get up, now! Kill that little b*stard! Kill him, quick!”
The old woman from the Yin-Yang Sect pointed at Tian Fan high in the sky with her lone arm. Her eyes were filled with venomous hatred as she urged the two elders to attack.
“You didn’t check your position properly.”
Tian Fan’s icy gaze swept over. In an instant, his figure vanished from the sky and appeared beside the old woman. His eyes were frigid, and the Yin-Yang Sword appeared in his hand.
Slash…
A disheveled head flew off at an angle, blood splashing through the sky…