“This, this is impossible, impossible!”
Seeing this person, Yin Shitian roared hysterically. Escaping from a holy beast’s grasp was a devastating blow to him.
Huangpu Han’s face was equally grim.
“Go, kill him, kill him!”
Yin Shitian shouted. Over a dozen Yin-Yang Sect disciples brandished their weapons and charged forward.
“Pfft…” “Pfft…”
Tian Fan advanced steadily, as if entering an empty realm. Each sword swing sent a head flying diagonally. No one could stop him. His white robes remained spotless, untainted by blood. More than a dozen Yin-Yang Sect assassins fell like chopped vegetables under his blade.
“Xiao Fan!”
“Junior Brother!”
The four from the Great Sealing Sect were overjoyed and rushed toward him. Li Yunyang, the most excited, had traces of blood on his lips.
“Yunyang, Senior Sister, Senior Brothers, are you all okay?”
Seeing them again, Tian Fan was moved. Though he had only spent a little over two months with them, they truly treated him like family. In the Great Sealing Sect, he felt the warmth of home.
“We’re fine, haha, finally seeing you again! Come back with us—whatever happens, we’ll face it together!” Li Yunyang said.
“Exactly, Junior Brother, come back with us!” Sun Yueying added, their sincerity shining through.
“You’re injured.” Ignoring their words, Tian Fan slightly averted his gaze, looking at Yin Shitian and Huangpu Han ahead. “I’ll avenge you. Today, not one of them leaves alive!”
Dragging the Yin-Yang Sword on the ground, he stepped toward Yin Shitian and Huangpu Han, radiating overwhelming killing intent.
“Junior Brother, you…”
Li Yunhua wanted to speak but held back.
Rumors about Tian Fan in the Northern Domain were rampant—slaughtering dozens of Yin-Yang Sect experts, wiping out the Sword Immortal Sect’s top ten prodigies, suspected to be a god’s descendant. Even now, with multiple sects allied against him, they couldn’t bring him down. He was too strong, as if he belonged to a different world.
“Senior Brother, don’t overthink it. No matter what, Tian Fan will never forget those two months in the Great Sealing Sect—that warm time. I’ll always be your junior brother, your friend, a disciple of the Great Sealing Sect…”
With his back to them, Tian Fan spoke earnestly, his words sincere and heartfelt, bringing warm smiles to the four.
“Good, Xiao Fan, we’ll cheer you on! Wipe out these b*stards!” Li Yunyang shouted.
“Today, our brothers reunite—let’s kill until blood flows like rivers!”
Tian Fan roared, stepping forward with the Yin-Yang Sword. The earth trembled, his footsteps syncing with the pulse of the land. Yin Shitian felt his heart constrict, struggling to breathe.
“Pfft…”
Tian Fan pressed forward resolutely. On his seventh step, Yin Shitian spat blood, and even Huangpu Han turned pale, shock evident on his face.
In the days spent in the wilderness, though he hadn’t reached the peak of Cloud Heaven, a holy beast’s guidance wasn’t wasted. His grasp of the Dao sharpened, surpassing even some Primordial Realm cultivators, thanks to the beast’s imparted wisdom.
“This is the Son of God—so terrifying!”
“Just the sound of his steps makes a Cloud Heaven expert spit blood and retreat. How strong is he?!”
The tea garden was now crowded with onlookers, all awestruck.
Some powerful foreign cultivators recognized the strange rhythm in Tian Fan’s steps, their hearts trembling in shock.
“Young Master, leave first—I’ll handle him!” an elder behind Yin Shitian whispered, stepping forward with a long blade to face Tian Fan.
“Get lost!”
Tian Fan roared, golden light flashing in his eyes. His unreserved Desire Without Trace unleashed a devastating divine sense attack, sending the elder flying, pale and trembling uncontrollably.
“What! Even a Yin-Yang Sect elder can’t match him? That senior stepped into Cloud Heaven’s peak long ago!”
Many cultivators here knew the Yin-Yang Sect elders—both undeniably strong. Yet Tian Fan defeated them so effortlessly, leaving everyone stunned.
Li Yunyang cheered loudly, the group shocked yet elated. Though rumors spoke of Tian Fan’s immense power, seeing it firsthand still left them in awe.
“Listen, everyone! This man is the demon Tian Fan—ruthless, bloodthirsty! Fellow righteous cultivators, join me to rid the world of this fiend!”
Yin Shitian shouted, rallying the crowd, but no one moved. Joking aside, this was a demon king—crossing him meant certain doom, as past examples proved.
“The Yin-Yang Sect offers a Primordial Manual to whoever takes this thief’s head!”
Seeing no response, Yin Shitian gritted his teeth and upped the stakes. The crowd stirred, but still, no one stepped forward. They retreated, unwilling to be dragged into this mess and risk death.
“Haha, Yin Shitian, see? You’re a useless waste—always have been!”
Li Yunyang mocked loudly, his words dripping with sarcasm. Yin Shitian’s face flushed red with rage as he screamed, “Elder Kun, kill that bastard Li Yunyang! Kill him!”
Tian Fan sneered, activating Divine Cloud Steps. In an instant, he bypassed Elder Kun and appeared beside Yin Shitian, slapping him with a single strike.
“Pfft…”
Yin Shitian flew back, blood pouring from his mouth and nose, teeth falling out, his face deformed. Had Tian Fan not held back, that blow would’ve shattered his skull.
“You too!”
Huangpu Han’s expression darkened as he spoke coldly. An elder behind him stepped forward silently, face grave, joining Elder Kun to confront Tian Fan.
Tian Fan grew cautious. Though these two weren’t as fearsome as the azure-robed elder from before, they’d been at Cloud Heaven’s peak for years—not easy foes. Longevity was its own strength.
“Xiao Fan…”
Li Yunyang stepped forward, worried, knowing the terror of these elders.
“No need to worry. Watch me avenge you and cut them down one by one!”
Tian Fan said calmly, yet a sky-shaking killing intent erupted from him.
“Kill!”
The two elders shouted in unison, wielding secret treasures. Powerful energy surged from them, shaking the tea garden. Dust flew skyward.
Boom!
The clash was fierce, shattering the tea garden. These elders were formidable—before, Tian Fan might not have been their match. But with the holy dragon’s guidance, though his cultivation hadn’t risen, his combat power had soared.
Golden hands struck repeatedly, shaking the sky and void, forcing the elders to roar in frustration as their treasures were blasted away.
“Such terrifying physical strength!”
“Perhaps tougher than divine weapons!”
Above, Tian Fan battled the two elders.
Yin Shitian and Huangpu Han watched, shaken. They couldn’t match such foes simultaneously, yet Tian Fan could. Their faces soured, especially Huangpu Han’s—he was at Cloud Heaven’s peak, while Tian Fan, only mid-tier, outclassed him, fueling his envy and hatred.
“He must die!”
Yin Shitian gnashed his teeth, pulling out a bamboo tube. With a sinister grin, he fired it, forming a giant “blood” symbol above Tian Fan.
“He’s finished!”
Huangpu Han sneered, tossing a small flag skyward.
“Those b*stards!”
The Great Sealing Sect’s four glared furiously at them.
“Hmph…”
A cold snort echoed from above.
A massive Five Elements Seal spanned the sky, descending to shield Li Yunyang and the others. Golden light blazed as a giant “swast!ka” seal emerged above Tian Fan, expanding to envelop the four.
Yin Shitian’s face darkened. The seals radiated powerful restrictions—beyond his current strength to break. He wouldn’t humiliate himself trying.
Huangpu Han sneered and stepped forward, sparking hope in Yin Shitian. This was a Cloud Heaven peak expert, far stronger than him, even if not on par with the elders above.
Boom!
But the result disappointed him. Huangpu Han couldn’t breach the seals either. Though they trembled violently, they held firm.
This was Tian Fan’s recent insight—unless he died, no one could break these seals, save for someone far stronger than him.
“Time to end this!”
Above, Tian Fan roared, silver light shimmering around him. Countless silver lotus petals danced, casting him in a divine glow.
Slash!
A sky-shattering divine sword appeared overhead, carrying world-ending might. It descended, tearing a small rift in the void.
“Pfft…”
The Yin-Yang Sect elder couldn’t resist. His treasure shattered, and the silver sword light struck, exploding him into a blood mist above the sky.
“You die too!”
Tian Fan used Divine Cloud Steps, leaving an afterimage. He appeared before the Huangpu elder, a golden sun rising from his brow, radiating boundless light.
“Pfft…”
A golden divine sense sword shot from his forehead, transcending time and space, piercing the elder’s head and annihilating his soul. His lifeless body plummeted from the sky.
“Now it’s your turn…”
Tian Fan vanished from above, reappearing before Yin Shitian and Huangpu Han. His cold words carried killing intent that shook the nine heavens…