Silence—absolute silence.
A single person, just one man, was enough to make so many Cloud Heaven experts hold their breath, not daring to exhale.
Dong!!!!
Suddenly, the Crimson Cloud Killing Formation trembled slightly as two elderly figures stepped inside. One of them glared viciously at Tian Fan, his right hand temporarily restored using a secret technique.
Everyone made way for them. These were two Cloud Heaven peak-stage cultivators—elders who had lived for over a century.
“Brat, today, this old man will slaughter you!”
The white-haired elder clasped his right hand behind his back and spoke coldly to Tian Fan.
“Hmph, old b*stard…”
Tian Fan sneered. Unleashing his Divine Cloud Steps, he charged forward. He had already slain talents like Lu Hun—these two old men, despite their Cloud Heaven peak cultivation, were far inferior to him.
“Heh…”
The white-haired elder smirked, forming hand seals. Black and white radiance surged from his palms, intertwining as they spread out. With a tremor, a massive Yin-Yang Hand Seal emerged, exuding dense Yin and Yang Qi. Below it, countless shattered stones levitated, ascending toward the sky, while a resonant hum echoed from the diagram.
“A secret technique from the Yin-Yang Secret Manual—the Yin-Yang Hand Seal!”
“That’s right! It really is the Yin-Yang Hand Seal—what a terrifying technique!”
Many cultivators’ eyes widened as they fixed their gazes on the Yin-Yang Hand Seal before the elder, their envy evident. If only they could switch places with him and wield such a formidable secret art themselves.
“Hmph…”
Tian Fan sneered, utterly unfazed. Without resorting to divine arts, he simply struck out with a colossal golden palm, shaking the heavens.
Ever since leaving the Soaring Dragon Dynasty, he had encountered this Yin-Yang Hand Seal countless times. He was extremely familiar with it. Now, having reached the mid-stage of Cloud Heaven, he no longer had any reservations about this technique.
Boom!
A terrifying energy shockwave erupted as Tian Fan’s golden palm directly smashed into the Yin-Yang Hand Seal, sending divine light and dust scattering across the sky.
“You…!”
The white-haired elder was stunned. He never expected his secret technique to be shattered by a single palm strike—so cleanly and effortlessly, as if he had been slapped across the face.
“Attack! Aid the elders in slaying this fiend!”
The leading disciple of the Spirit Shadow Pavilion shouted, urging his golden gourd above his head to unleash torrents of fire upon Tian Fan. The flames, now a fierce blue rather than the earlier purple, burned even more ferociously.
“Kill!”
Nine figures, including the two elders, moved as one—eleven people in total—launching a devastating assault on Tian Fan under the cover of Huangpu Han’s Crimson Cloud Killing Formation.
The Yin-Yang Hand Seal streaked through the air, exuding dense Yin and Yang Qi. Boundless flames engulfed Tian Fan, but they failed to stir even the slightest change in his expression.
Above Tian Fan’s head, a blazing golden radiance erupted. A brilliant “swast!ka” character emerged, exuding overwhelming might and dominance. Without hesitation, he stepped into the sky with Divine Cloud Steps.
Boom!
A golden fist smashed downward, compressing the void like a soaked sponge. The sheer physical force shattered the Yin-Yang Hand Seal instantly.
Bang!
Tian Fan turned, releasing countless silver sword rays from his body. The dozens of attackers who had rushed forward were forced back, unable to withstand him.
“Hahaha…”
Tian Fan laughed heartily as he rampaged through the crowd, while the eleven assailants’ faces darkened.
“You little beast, die!”
The two elders from the Yin-Yang Sect roared, jointly summoning a treasured bell that descended upon Tian Fan. Powerful divine energy radiated from the bell, enlarging countless times in midair before engulfing him with a thunderous crash. This was a formidable artifact.
“Hahaha! Let’s see how you survive now! Once inside this bell, even a Cloud Heaven peak cultivator will be reduced to a pool of blood within half a quarter of an hour. You can forget about escaping!”
The white-haired elder laughed triumphantly, full of confidence in his treasure.
“Senior truly possesses great divine power! You have finally eliminated this demon and avenged our fallen brothers from the Yin-Yang Sect and Sword Immortal Sect!”
Everyone let out a breath of relief. One person immediately stepped forward, flattering the two elders.
“D*mn, is that guy really finished?”
Shangguan Jingyi’s mouth hung open in shock.
Dong!
Suddenly, a massive bell chime resounded. A fist imprint appeared on the bell’s surface, making everyone’s nerves tense up.
Dong! Dong!
A series of deafening booms followed, pushing everyone’s anxiety to the extreme. The two elders immediately stepped forward, pressing their hands against the divine bell and infusing it with divine power.
“Everyone, pour in your divine power together and completely erase this demon!”
The senior disciple of Lingying Pavilion shouted loudly. The golden gourd in his hand faced the massive divine bell, continuously pouring divine power into it. Seeing this, the others also stepped forward, unleashing their power simultaneously.
The fist imprint on the divine bell rapidly faded, and the inside fell silent. Just as everyone believed Tian Fan was truly dead, a faint voice echoed from within the bell.
“Bankai, Tensa Zangetsu!” (G: Bankai, Heaven-Locking Moon Slash. Yes he really said this, I checked twice. For those who don’t get it, Bleach.)
A terrifying surge of divine power erupted from inside the bell. The enormous divine bell began to expand until it suddenly shattered with a thunderous explosion.
Up in the sky, Tian Fan stood calmly. The golden “swast!ka” seal that had hovered above his head had disappeared. In his right hand, a golden divine sword formed purely from energy had materialized, exuding an aura of absolute dominance and majesty, along with a boundless force of destruction.
At this moment, Tian Fan resembled a god of war. He coldly swept his gaze over the eleven people below. After taking a final glance at Huangpu Han, who stood outside the battlefield, he gently raised his right hand and slowly swung it downward.
Boom!
A terrifying force rippled outward. Two young experts didn’t even have time to scream before they were completely obliterated, vanishing into thin air. Below them, a blood-red axe insignia shattered, and the world returned to clarity. The Crimson Cloud Killing Formation was directly destroyed. Outside the battlefield, Huangpu Han spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with utter shock.
“Heavens! What kind of power is that? He destroyed an entire killing formation with a single slash!”
“Terrifying!”
Many people revealed expressions of fear. With such strength, unless a Primordial Unity expert emerged, who else in the world could possibly be his match?
Yin Shitian and Huangpu Han exchanged a glance, both seeing the unwillingness in each other’s eyes. However, there was nothing they could do. The situation was beyond their control, so the two quietly retreated.
“Everyone, attack together! If we don’t kill him, we’re all going to die!”
The senior disciple of Lingying Pavilion shouted in fear. The golden gourd in his hand spewed out raging flames, surging toward Tian Fan.
“Pfft…”
Tian Fan merely cast a cold glance at him. Raising his right hand, he swung it through the air. A thin golden line descended from the sky, slicing the man in half along with his golden gourd. His internal organs spilled out onto the ground, causing several female cultivators to vomit.
“You little beast!”
The white-haired elder of the Yin-Yang Sect was enraged. He formed the Yin-Yang hand seal and struck forward, but his attack merely passed through an afterimage. Tian Fan’s true body had already appeared at his left side.
“Old b*stard, die!”
His voice was chilling. Tian Fan had no goodwill toward the Yin-Yang Sect. They had constantly sought to kill him, so there was no reason for mercy. The golden sword in his hand slashed down like a divine law of judgment.
“Pfft…”
The elder’s head flew off, his eyes wide open in death, unable to rest in peace.
“You beast! How ruthless!”
Another elder roared in fury, his killing intent soaring. A divine spear appeared in his hand—his lifelong companion weapon. It radiated divine brilliance as it thrust toward Tian Fan, piercing through space itself.
“Ruthless? I’m nothing compared to you lot.”
Tian Fan responded coldly. A golden sun rose from the center of his forehead, emitting boundless radiance. A golden sword of light shot forth, piercing straight through the elder’s forehead, carrying with it a spray of blood and brain matter.
Tian Fan turned, his gaze cold as he looked at the remaining few. Just as he was about to strike, a purple figure suddenly appeared beside him, pressing down on his raised right hand.
“Enough. No more killing.”
Zi Ying appeared, wrinkling her delicate nose slightly, her eyes filled with discontent as she looked at Tian Fan.
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