In the tea garden, Tian Fan stood there quietly, unmoving.
The Yin-Yang Sword rested diagonally in his hand as he coldly watched the group charging toward him.
“It’s you—you’re not dead?!”
The one leading them was an elderly man in green robes, the strongest among those who had previously hunted him down. This man was far more powerful than the two old men from earlier. At his side stood an old woman, who also seemed far from ordinary.
Now, this man had already been appointed as a guest elder by the Yin-Yang Sect, holding a special status. Upon receiving the blood letter from Yin Shitian, they rushed over immediately. They hadn’t expected to run into someone who was supposed to be dead. His face was filled with shock—it was hard to imagine that this man had actually escaped from a sacred beast.
“Where is Young Master?”
The old woman beside the green-robed elder asked, gripping a cane. She looked frail enough to fall at any moment, but Tian Fan didn’t dare underestimate her. He could sense a powerful surge of Yin-Yang energy from her—likely not much weaker than the old man.
“You guys go back to the Great Sealing Sect,” Tian Fan sent a voice transmission to Li Yunyang and the others. A fierce battle was imminent, and the four of them weren’t strong enough to hold their own. He didn’t want to drag them into this mess. He had killed Yin Shitian—there was no way the Yin-Yang Sect’s leader would let it slide. He didn’t want them to be implicated.
“No way! Whatever happens, we’ll face it together!”
Li Yunyang replied firmly. None of them were willing to leave. They said there was no way they would abandon him. Even if it meant death, they’d fight side by side.
“No. You go first. I can leave at any time—they can’t stop me. Don’t give the Yin-Yang Sect or the Sword Immortal Sect an excuse to target the Great Sealing Sect. Leave quickly. Once you’re gone, I’ll follow. They won’t be able to stop me!”
Their words moved Tian Fan deeply, but he wasn’t someone who acted recklessly. After weighing the pros and cons, he stood firm in not letting them stay.
“Alright… be careful. We’ll wait for you at the Great Sealing Sect,” Li Yunyang said in a deep voice. They realized that staying would only burden Tian Fan. He, Sun Yueying, and the others slowly backed away and disappeared into the crowd.
“I asked you a question—where is the Young Master?” the old woman slammed her cane to the ground, her voice cold and eerie as she repeated the question.
“I’m standing right here. Where do you think he’d be?” Tian Fan replied with a cold smile.
“Elder! The Young Master—he’s dead! Over on that mountain ridge! Even Elder Kun, who was protecting him, is gone!”
Finally, a disciple from the Yin-Yang Sect spotted Yin Shitian’s corpse and shouted in panic.
Boom!
That sentence was like a bolt from the blue. The old woman and green-robed elder’s minds went blank. Yin Shitian was dead—killed by someone. This was a catastrophe, and they were bound to be held accountable.
“You little b*stard! How dare you do this?! Even a hundred lives wouldn’t be enough to atone for your crime! I’ll rip out your spirit and feed it to the dogs—your soul will be sealed in front of the Young Master’s tomb forever!”
The old woman screamed in rage. Black light burst from her body, her snake-shaped cane glowing with white light. A massive surge of Yin-Yang energy crashed forward like a tidal wave.
“Kill!”
Behind her, dozens of Yin-Yang Sect disciples roared, swinging their weapons with divine light soaring skyward. The entire area was drowned in terrifying energy waves.
There were still many people in the tea garden. They quickly retreated, putting dozens of miles between themselves and the chaos, watching from afar.
“Bankai!”
A cold voice escaped from Tian Fan’s lips. He activated his most powerful divine technique—swast!ka-shaped golden seals appeared, radiating dazzling light. A golden divine sword made purely of energy formed in his hand, exuding waves of destructive power.
Pfft…
Without hesitation, he unleashed a devastating strike. Tian Fan started the fight with his strongest move, giving his enemies no chance to catch their breath. Several Yin-Yang Sect disciples charging at him were instantly cleaved in half.
“You wretch!”
The old woman screamed as she and the green-robed man charged forward. The man’s Phantom Leg Technique turned into a raging torrent of leg shadows, surging at Tian Fan. The old woman swung her Yin-Yang Diagram—two ultimate divine arts attacked Tian Fan at once, bringing immense pressure.
Boom!
The Divine Celestial Heart Sutra truly lived up to its name as a supreme cultivation art. Golden light shot into the sky. Tian Fan roared, his mighty blood Qi making the very void tremble. Golden radiance burst from his body as the golden divine sword in his hand clashed directly with the enemy’s force.
It was a fierce clash. The tea garden was nearly destroyed, littered with debris and cracks. The battle had already moved high into the sky. Tian Fan fought two against one—even with guidance from the ancient sacred beast, he had yet to reach the peak of the Cloud Heaven Realm and couldn’t fully suppress the two elders. He was slightly at a disadvantage.
“You dare harm the Young Master, you little bastard?! I’ll skin you alive and use your flesh to light the sky lantern!”
The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman, her face wrinkled with fury, repeatedly swung her cane forward.
“So I killed him—what can you do about it?”
Tian Fan formed a Five Elements Seal with his left hand and slashed with Heaven’s Chain Mooncut in his right.
A silver Five Elements Seal rose behind him, slowly spinning and releasing a sacred aura. Countless intricate lines on the diagram shimmered faintly, as if they were alive.
“Today, I’ll sever your body, destroy your soul, and make sure you never reincarnate…” the green-robed elder shouted, swinging his palm. Several red beams of light shot up behind him, merging into a crimson sea that pressed forward.
“You old fool—I had no grudge with you. You involved yourself in this. Don’t blame anyone when you die!”
Tian Fan shouted coldly. He activated Desire Without Trace with full force. Countless waves of spiritual power swirled around him, forming eighteen invisible barriers that even made the two elders tremble.
The battle among the three erupted. Divine radiance exploded, and countless divine techniques and combat skills collided, sending wave after wave of shockwinds outward.
“What a terrifying guy…”
Many cultivators had not yet left and stood at a distance…They could clearly feel the horror of the two old men, which was definitely not comparable to the previous two old men, but they still could not do anything to the young man in the sky.
“Someone else is coming!”
“That’s… someone from the Huangpu Clan!”
People caught sight of the approaching banner and instinctively shrank back.
“Hehe, you little brat, there’s no way you’re getting away today!” sneered the old crone from the Yin-Yang Sect, her voice cold. She had sensed the arrival of the Huangpu Clan.
“Hmph, if I want to leave, not even a few more of you can stop me!”
Tian Fan sneered. He had the Divine Cloud Steps, and his mastery of the technique was now even more refined. Unless a powerful figure from the Primordial Unity Realm showed up, no one had the slightest chance of making him stay. He was uninjured and in peak condition.
“Kill!”
A cry erupted from the rear—members of the Huangpu Clan had finally arrived. Without a word, an old man flew into the air and joined the fray. Crimson blade light filled the sky.
Boom!
Three enemies attacked together, and the pressure on Tian Fan instantly doubled. He was shaken and forced back, his body staggering slightly.
“Kill that demon!”
“Cut down that little beast! Banish him to Purgatory for eternity!”
“How dare he oppose our Huangpu Clan and show no respect? Death without mercy!”
Members of the Yin-Yang Sect and Huangpu Clan roared from below, hurling wave after wave of foul curses. Their eyes gleamed with a cold, murderous light.
“Kill!”
The three in the air shouted in unison, activating their secret techniques. In that instant, divine brilliance filled the sky, and terrifying waves of divine power surged nonstop.
“Heavenly Blade Three Forms!” roared the elder from the Huangpu Clan. A pitch-black demonic blade appeared in his left hand, radiating an icy, chilling light.
Boom!
Tian Fan formed a Five Element Seal with his left hand. Several silver formation diagrams appeared around him, blocking each of the trio’s attacks. However, the shockwaves still hit him hard, and his face turned a little pale.
Boom!
Tian Fan swung his divine sword forward. A devastating golden light burst forth in a sweeping arc. Even the three powerful elders were forced to retreat.
“Our ancestor is invincible! Kill that brat!”
“Dare to oppose us? What’s a so-called Son of God worth? He’s not even fit to carry our shoes! Elder, kill him!”
This was an intense battle between top-tier powerhouses. The four clashed in the sky, twisting the void itself.
Swish…
In the middle of the fight, Tian Fan flashed a strange smile at the three.
Tensa Zangetsu burst with dazzling golden light. With a single sweeping strike, he sent them flying, then disappeared in a blink using the Divine Cloud Steps.
“Ah…!”
Screams rang out below. Tian Fan suddenly reappeared in the midst of the Yin-Yang Sect and Huangpu Clan disciples. The golden divine sword in his hand slashed wildly. With every swing, heads flew. The strongest among them were only early-stage Cloud Heaven cultivators—none could match him. Even if he didn’t kill ten with each step, he wasn’t far off.
Splurt… Splurt… Splurt…
Blood splattered. Tian Fan’s golden divine sword swung continuously. In a flash, dozens of heads had rolled from the sky. Headless corpses plummeted like rain. This was his most powerful sword strike—Heavenly Lock Slash Moon was not something these people could withstand.
Like a reaper, he tore through the ranks of the Yin-Yang Sect and Huangpu Clan, mercilessly harvesting lives. Wherever the divine sword pointed, nothing could stand in its way.
Blood still sprayed through the air. Tian Fan was like a battle-crazed god of war. His white robes, once whiter than snow, were now stained with blood—enemy blood that made his own boil with fighting spirit.
“Ah! You wretched spawn!”
The elders of the Yin-Yang Sect and Huangpu Clan were enraged. Their eyes turned bloodshot as they charged downward.
“Hmph…”
But how could their speed compare to Tian Fan’s? Divine Cloud Steps was unmatched in the world. They barely reached his afterimage, while his true body was already high in the sky, his long sword pointing down at them from above.
“You want to kill me? On what grounds?”
Tian Fan’s cold voice rang out, sending the three elders into a frenzy. They roared and flew up, unleashing their most powerful attacks. Although they managed to push Tian Fan into a slightly awkward position, they still couldn’t land a hit.
The green-robed elder was the most shocked. In such a short time, this young man had become capable of standing against him. The speed of his progress was terrifying.
If he had known Tian Fan was being guided by a sacred beast, he would probably tremble just at the sight of him—let alone dare to join others in besieging him.
“You think you can kill me?”
Tian Fan snorted coldly. He raised his divine sword and pointed it at the three of them.
A boundless killing aura erupted from his body…