Chapter 127: Yin-Yang Sect’s Annihilation

Behind Tian Fan, a magical divine diagram appeared. 

The trigrams—Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui—circled around the Taiji Yin-Yang diagram, etched above with a mysterious trajectory. A strange and powerful aura spread out around him.

“The Five Elements Eight Trigrams Seal? Impossible! Who the hell are you?!”

The two elders of Yin-Yang Sect revealed expressions of utter terror. They had once read the forbidden pages of the Yin-Yang techniques. Though they weren’t the most powerful cultivators, they had seen this exact diagram on the final page. It came with no description, just five large characters stamped beneath it, branded with Daoist force.

“The one who’s here to kill you!”

Tian Fan said coldly, stepping forward with heavy strides. The blood-soaked Yin-Yang Sword dragged along the ground behind him, carving out a deep scar in the earth.

“Kill!”

A deep roar rang out as over a dozen people charged forward. They had no intention of sitting around and waiting for death. Each of them was at peak Concentration Realm, and now, with everything they had, they unleashed their attacks. Their combined might was indeed formidable.

But no matter how powerful they were together, they were no match for the Tian Fan of this moment. He was like the embodiment of death itself. No one could stop his advance.

“Pfft… pfft… pfft…”

Tian Fan pressed forward unshakably, casually swinging the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand. Even the void trembled with each strike. The dazzling sword light was incomparably brilliant, like a waking Ancestral Dragon roaring after eons of slumber. It surged forward, crushing everything in its path. Several disciples were instantly reduced to clouds of blood.

“Form the Yin-Yang Formation!”

The two elders shouted in unison. All the Yin-Yang Sect disciples retreated far back, pouring their Yin-Yang energy into the ground as they activated the formation.

Boom—

The land trembled violently. A giant Taiji Yin-Yang diagram surfaced on the ground. Instantly, the sky darkened. The surroundings began to shift rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the scenery around Tian Fan transformed. He now stood in the middle of a vast desert.

“Heh heh… Did you really think our Yin-Yang Sect is a place where anyone can just cause trouble?”

A cold, sinister voice echoed through the desert. Gray tornadoes roared to life, spinning violently and closing in on Tian Fan from the distance, trapping him in the center.

Standing in this unfamiliar world, Tian Fan’s expression remained cold and unmoved. He slowly rose into the air, a silver lotus blooming beneath his feet. Petals fluttered around him, casting a sacred aura over the sky.

Boom—

Several gray tornadoes collided violently, shattering the surrounding space. The sheer power of the impact was immense. Tian Fan observed it all calmly, expressionless. Eighty-one streaks of silver sword light floated around his body, gently vibrating.

“Pfft… pfft… pfft…”

Nothing could be seen in the void, but when several sword lights swept by, three blood-soaked heads flew into the air. Their faces were frozen in disbelief and fear. The headless corpses followed, crashing to the ground in a spray of blood.

“I’ll kill you until you’re trembling in fear!”

Tian Fan shouted coldly, his killing intent surging sky-high. Dozens of silver sword lights weaved around him, slashing across the desert. Severed limbs and shattered bodies dropped constantly from the void. With Heart Without Trace active, those who thought they were well-hidden were nothing more than moving targets in his eyes.

The Yin-Yang Sword gleamed with a deadly light like a demonic blade of execution. A mid-stage Cloud Heaven elder wielding a Sky-Piercing Arrow hadn’t even drawn his bow before a streak of silver sword light cut him down on the spot.

“Activate the Crimson Cloud Killing Formation!”

With a furious roar, the sky turned blood red. Killing intent surged as beams of solid red light, thicker than water barrels, surged forward like raging storms. It was a terrifying sight—so many disciples powering the Crimson Cloud Execution Array made it feel like a top-tier expert from the Unity Realm had descended. The pressure was immense.

Boom—

For the first time, Tian Fan was sent flying. His body staggered, but he didn’t show a trace of fear. His eyes were icy cold. He stepped forward, and the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand blazed with golden light as he swung it once more.

Boom—

The illusory Yin-Yang formation shattered instantly. Tian Fan reappeared before the gates of the Yin-Yang Sect, surrounded by an endless swirl of murderous crimson clouds. The void crumbled, and rubble turned to dust.

“Kill!”

Several Yin-Yang Sect elders roared together, activating the ultimate killing formation with all their might. The overwhelming aura of destruction enveloped Tian Fan. This formation was truly terrifying, as if a top Unity Realm master had personally arrived. Its killing power was devastating. Tian Fan was sent flying for the third time, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“Heh heh… No one has ever dared stir up trouble in my Yin-Yang Sect before!”

The cold, sinister laughter echoed as Tian Fan stood expressionless, ignoring the bloodthirsty red clouds swirling around him. Nine golden ancient characters appeared beside him, seemingly capable of suppressing all things. A faint golden glow shimmered around his body, and the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.

Swish…

With the activation of his Divine Cloud Steps, his figure vanished from the spot. The nine golden ancient characters radiated brilliantly, transforming into a divine spear that shot forward like lightning.

Chi…

The nine ancient characters held mysterious divine power, tearing through the barrier of the red cloud killing formation. Tian Fan stepped out with the Divine Cloud Steps, instantly crossing the boundary. As his Heart Without Traces technique activated, his eyes began to glow with a faint golden hue—agonized screams immediately followed.

Golden brilliance burst forth. With a casual swing of his sword, four peak Spirit Condensation cultivators were cleaved in half. A flick of his wrist sent another slash backward, decapitating a Cloud Heaven Realm expert in a spray of blood.

All of this happened in an instant. Only when the screams rang out did everyone realize that the demon had actually broken free from the deadly battlefield.

“Kill him! Kill him now!”

The elders of the Yin-Yang Sect shouted, charging forward together. The Yin-Yang Elders once again conjured the Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram. Though Elder Beiming now had only one arm, he was still not to be underestimated. His Yin-Yang Divine Palm was his most powerful divine technique. More elder-level figures appeared, some unleashing Yin-Yang Diagrams, others sending out fierce sword gleams. The overwhelming surge of divine power stirred up waves of violent wind, sweeping away groups of ordinary disciples.

“Ah!”

Tian Fan roared toward the sky. His entire body surged with golden light. A golden swastika symbol appeared in the air, and even the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand was rimmed with gold. He unleashed the Heaven-Locking Moon-Slaying Slash through the Yin-Yang Sword—it was many times stronger than before. The surrounding void trembled violently.

“Pfft…”

Blood spurted from his mouth. The combined assault of multiple top experts was indeed formidable and could not be taken lightly.

“Good, just like that! Let’s attack together. He won’t be able to pull any more tricks!” Elder Beiming shouted. Having had his arm severed by Tian Fan, he was seething with hatred.

Tian Fan looked over coldly, his eyes blood-red, causing the very souls of onlookers to tremble. In those eyes, they saw the heavens shattering and the world crumbling.

Though heavily injured and vomiting blood, nothing could stop Tian Fan’s advance. He activated his Divine Cloud Steps again and reappeared beside Elder Beiming. A golden fist smashed down from the sky—an unstoppable blow that even collapsed the surrounding space.

“Pfft…”

Without suspense, this formidable figure, with one foot already in the Mixed Origin Realm, was blown to pieces on the spot—body shattered, bones crushed.

“Did you see that, Ziying? I know you don’t like this side of me, but I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t!”

Tian Fan roared at the sky, demonic flames surging from his body. The air seemed to drop several degrees under the intense killing intent he radiated.

“Ugh—ah!”

Like one possessed, he swung his blood-drenched battle sword wildly. Bloodied heads flew through the air, corpses fell in piles, and his face was soaked in blood. Yet he seemed entirely numb to it. All he wanted now was to kill—kill until rivers of blood flowed, until the skies turned dark.

“Monster! You’re a monster!”

“Where is the Sect Master?! Why hasn’t he returned?!”

The people of the Yin-Yang Sect were in utter despair. Nearly all their main forces were present, yet they couldn’t stop Tian Fan. He was like a demon from another world, born only to slaughter.

“After today, this place will cease to exist!”

The chilling voice echoed like a demonic wail from the depths of the Netherworld, shaking everyone’s souls. With the Divine Cloud Steps, Tian Fan moved like a high-speed soul-reaping machine. Life after life ended by his hand, and the entire battlefield was stained crimson. It was nothing short of a living hell.

“No, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die…”

Finally, someone broke down. Face twisted in terror, he flung aside his weapon and fled. Once the first ran, the rest followed. The remaining disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect scattered in panic, all fleeing for their lives. Not one of them wanted to stay a second longer. Tian Fan’s gaze alone was enough to make their souls shudder—it was enough to push them to the brink of collapse.

“You cowards! Get back here!” the Yin-Yang Elders roared, eyes nearly bursting with rage. Glaring at Tian Fan, one shouted, “You little beast—I’d devour your flesh alive if I could!”

Tian Fan turned his head, blood-red eyes locking onto them. In that instant, their souls nearly shattered. He vanished again, reappearing before them. A golden fist pierced the heavens, followed by a flash of blood. The old woman among the Yin-Yang Elders exploded into a mist of blood in midair. The Yin-Yang Sword slashed sideways, cutting the other elder in half. Blood gushed like a fountain.

A few remaining diehard fighters from the Yin-Yang Sect charged forward with killing intent. But Tian Fan showed no mercy. In his heart, there was only one word: Kill. Blood sprayed into the sky, corpses blanketed the ground. It was a one-sided slaughter. The golden sword aura, blazing like a great river in the sky, swept through the battlefield, wiping it clean. Every last Yin-Yang Sect loyalist was killed—body and soul destroyed.

“Ugh—ah…”

Tian Fan stood silently, rising slowly into the air, suspended in the void. He let out a thunderous roar, and a torrent of golden light erupted from his body.

Boom!

Centered on him, the vast and imposing Yin-Yang Sect was torn apart in an instant. Dozens of grand halls collapsed at once, and hundreds of dazzling sword beams burst forth like a volcanic eruption, sweeping in all directions.

The Yin-Yang Sect was utterly obliterated in the wake of that attack. Nothing was left but ruins—broken walls and shattered stones as the only proof that a once-mighty sect had ever stood here. 

From this day forward, this ancient order with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years had come to a desolate and final end in the annals of the Divine Martial Continent.


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