Jiang Feng was sent flying eight to nine meters away, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble. He let out a blood-curdling scream on the spot, a few of the protruding rubble almost breaking his ribs. If it wasn't for his physique far exceeding that of a normal person, his bones would most likely have been broken.
A clear bloody palm print appeared on his face, red and swollen. He struggled to get up, his eyes cold as he glared at Ye Fan, saying, "You …" As a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Being sent flying by a mortal, and being seen by so many people, he wanted nothing more than to find a hole to hide in.
"So what if you're a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator? You were still smacked down by a mortal like me, there's nothing special about you. " Ye Fan had a faint smile on his face as he spoke, rubbing his palms, mocking mercilessly, "You're also a bit different, your skin is especially thick, even my palms hurt. Doesn't your face hurt?"
This kind of naked humiliation made Jiang Feng's lungs almost explode from anger, feeling extremely sullen. Divine Bridge Realm cultivators were high above, and to mortals, they were like gods above the clouds. He couldn't accept what happened today, it was practically a lifetime of humiliation. He said coldly, "You're courting death!"
At the side, all the cultivators almost couldn't believe their eyes. Even if their godly power source was exhausted, and they couldn't use mystical abilities or secret arts, Divine Bridge Realm cultivators were still not something mortals could shake.
Zhou Yi and Wang Ziwen looked at each other, feeling that this was a bit unreal. Ye Fan, who didn't know the method of cultivation, had actually slapped away a cultivator who was high above them like a fly, it really shocked and puzzled them.
Lin Jia's beautiful eyes were also wide open, filled with shock, looking like she couldn't believe it. Liu Yiyi and Zhang Ziling were dumbfounded, then revealed anxious and worried expressions, very worried for Ye Fan. With so many knights present, they didn't think that Ye Fan could escape.
Li Xiaoman was in a daze, feeling that everything was a bit unbelievable. Looking at the Divine Bridge Realm cultivator, and then at Ye Fan who was not far away, she found it hard to calm down.
Thump, thump, thump …
The ground trembled. Even though Jiang Feng couldn't use any divine arts, his physical body was still extremely strong. He was like a humanoid beast as he closed in, his eyes shooting out terrifying beams of light.
Ye Fan looked at the bloody fingerprints on his face and smiled brilliantly. "Expert, are you looking down on me? Can't you be a little more superior, a little more arrogant, and then fiercely smash the other half of your face into my palm. "
"Go to hell!" Jiang Feng's killing intent was revealed. He used his right hand to chop fiercely at Ye Fan's neck, while his left hand formed a dragon claw and grabbed at Ye Fan's chest, wanting to tear it apart.
"As expected of an expert. Against a mortal like me, every move is fatal." The corner of Ye Fan's mouth curled up in a mocking smile. His hands stretched forward and in an instant, firmly grasped the palm blade and the dragon claw. With a forceful twist, the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Jiang Feng's expression was miserable. The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The feet of the two also quickly collided a few times, giving off dull sounds. Jiang Feng was astonished. He felt that both of his knees were broken and could no longer stand. With a "putong" sound, he knelt on the ground.
This was an unbearable feeling of defeat. He was so angry that he was about to go crazy. A cultivator of the Divine Bridge Realm actually didn't have the physique of a mortal. He found it hard to believe.
"A man's knees are worth gold. You kneeling before me like this really makes me feel ashamed. You better get up." Ye Fan took a step back and fiercely waved his palm, heavily slapping the other side of his face and leaving a clear bloody fingerprint.
Jiang Feng spat out a string of blood from his mouth and instantly flipped backwards. He once again fell into a pile of rubble and could no longer stand up. He gritted his teeth and stared angrily at Ye Fan, saying, "Little bastard …"
"Do you think I have humiliated you? What does this count for? Two years ago, you all wanted to take my life and chased me until there was no road to heaven and no door to hell. What does this little bit of humiliation count for?"
Ye Fan strode forward and said, "It is time to fulfill our promise. When you threatened to kill me, I also made the decision to take your life."
Seven to eight tall figures quickly rushed forward and blocked Ye Fan's path. Just now, there were people who wanted to make a move, but they were stopped by Jiang Hanzhong. He wanted to see how strong Ye Fan's physique was.
Ye Fan didn't retreat and continued forward. When the first person made a move against him, he dodged like a bolt of lightning and stretched out his hand. With a "kacha" sound, he broke that person's wrist and snatched that snow-white longsword. He slashed with the back of his hand and the sword light swept out. With a "pu" sound, blood splattered and a head instantly rolled off.
"Those who block me shall die!" Ye Fan held his sword and swept his gaze over everyone. He strode forward, his eyes incomparably sharp.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
Several figures surrounded him. Some were holding spears, and some were holding sharp swords. All of them attacked Ye Fan together.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Ye Fan was as fast as a meteor and possessed the power of a flood dragon. The sharp sword in his hand flickered with a dazzling brilliance and knocked away all the weapons in the hands of others. The longsword slashed vertically and with a "pu" sound, a horseman was chopped into two halves. Blood flowed freely.
"Chi!"
With a backhand slash, the sharp sword that was dripping with blood quickly slashed backward and cut off a cultivator's head on the spot. His head flew out for more than ten meters before falling to the ground. The headless corpse spurted out blood and heavily fell into the dust.
"Who dares to stop me!" Ye Fan swept his gaze over those people and quickly took a few steps forward. The divine sword that was dripping with blood slashed diagonally and the charging cultivator was immediately cut in half at the shoulder. With a "pu" sound, he fell into a pool of blood.
Everyone's expressions froze. Ye Fan's physical body was just too tyrannical, his strength ferocious. That long sword that was dripping with blood seemed to weigh more than ten thousand jin in his hands, impossible to move at all. It simply didn't seem like a sword, but more like a mountain.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan's sword shook and directly shattered the cultivator in front of him. The powerful force directly destroyed the body of the horseman. His body was torn into pieces and blood splattered everywhere.
He took a step into the pile of rocks and slashed forward with his sword. "Dang!" The elder of the Jiang Clan, Jiang Hanzhong, personally made a move and used a spear to knock away the sharp sword in Ye Fan's hand. He grabbed Jiang Feng and retreated for more than ten meters.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. This old man was very terrifying. Even though he could not use any divine arts, the strength of his physical body was not any weaker than Ye Fan's. This was truly shocking. One had to know that Ye Fan had eaten the Holy Fruit and reached the Life Spring realm. The medicinal effects gradually spread out and his physical body became extremely powerful.
"Who would have thought …" Jiang Hanzhong's expression was cold as he stared at Ye Fan and said: "A mortal can actually become this powerful after eating the Holy Medicine. The Holy Medicine is indeed worthy of its name. No wonder it has been circulating in the Eastern Barren since ancient times."
"You guys also came from the mortal world. The moment you open your mouth, you talk about how mortals are, and the moment you close your mouth, you are full of contempt. Do you really think you are gods?" Ye Fan walked forward in large strides. The divine sword in his hand was dripping with blood as it dragged on the ground. He stared at the elder of the Jiang Clan and said: "You guys see me as an ant and want me to go die to pick the divine medicine for you. Do you really think you can control everything in this world?!"
"Very good!" A strange light shot out from Jiang Hanzhong's eyes. He was not angry at all. Instead, he revealed a faint smile and said: "The stronger your physical body is, the more medicinal effects you have absorbed. You should be able to block the power of the Ancient Abyss Curse. Picking the divine medicine is equivalent to having a higher chance of success."
"You think you can control me? You are too arrogant." Ye Fan pounced forward with lightning speed.
Jiang Hanzhong flicked his hand and threw Jiang Feng away. The other cultivators caught Jiang Feng. Holding the long spear, he pierced towards Ye Fan fiercely as if he wanted to shatter the void. The tip of the spear exploded with a bright light.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan blocked with the long sword in his hand. An ear-piercing sound of metal rang out. It was as if two iron mountains had collided together, causing everyone's eardrums to ring.
The long sword was like a rainbow. Ye Fan slashed horizontally and vertically. It was as if he was swinging a huge mountain with an unstoppable force!
The long spear in Jiang Hanzhong's hand seemed to be able to fling away mountains. It was vigorous and violent, like a bolt of lightning, wreaking havoc in the void.
Shua!
Suddenly, Ye Fan was like a bolt of lightning. He rushed out and directly pounced into the crowd. His target was Jiang Feng.
Several knights tried to stop him. All of them felt very sullen. They had divine arts but could not use them. They could only use the most ancient combat arts to fight. They felt that if they could use divine arts, they would be able to turn Ye Fan into ashes with a raise of their hand.
"Pu!"
Ye Fan was incomparably cold. His divine sword was like lightning, directly beheading a cultivator.
"Pu!"
The long sword shone with cold light. Ye Fan chopped down, cutting another cultivator in half.
"Pu!"
The sharp sword dripped with blood. It pierced through a cultivator's heart, causing blood to spurt out.
Ye Fan's method was simple and direct. As long as he blocked, he would kill anyone. Blood splattered everywhere. No one could resist!
"Bang!"
He grabbed Jiang Feng and rushed out of the crowd like a wisp of smoke. Jiang Hanzhong's long spear pierced through his afterimage and struck the void. It didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
"Today, I will collect the debt from two years ago!" After Ye Fan finished speaking, with a "kacha" sound, he very straightforwardly twisted Jiang Feng's neck and threw him to the ground.
Jiang Feng died with everlasting regret. Blood flowed continuously from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were wide open. A dignified Divine Bridge Realm cultivator was actually killed by a mortal twisting his neck. He stopped breathing with humiliation and despair.
Li Xiaoman, Zhou Yi, Lin Jia, and the others were all incomparably shocked. They never thought that Ye Fan would be so powerful. They all revealed expressions of astonishment.
At this moment, Yaoguang Holy Land's old knight Xu Daoling, Ji Clan's elder Ji Yunfeng, and Jiang Clan's elder Jiang Hanzhong pressed forward at the same time, blocking him in the middle.
Ye Fan was very calm. His divine spring continued to gush and didn't dry up. With such a trump card, he didn't fear anyone.
Ji Clan's elder Ji Yunfeng's voice was cold as he said, "Such a powerful physique is truly rare. It is truly a pity to kill him like this. Go up the mountain. If you can pluck the divine medicine, I will leave your corpse intact and let you die a happy death. "
"There is nothing to feel pity about. Destroy his consciousness and leave his physical body behind. It can still be used." Jiang Hanzhong's lips curled into a cold smile.
Yaoguang Holy Land's elder Xu Daoling shook his head and said, "What a pity that the divine medicine was wasted by him. If we consumed it, our strength would definitely improve by leaps and bounds."
"Do you really think you can kill me?" Ye Fan sneered.
Jiang Hanzhong took out a brocade box and said indifferently, "Actually, killing you doesn't require much effort at all. I can easily turn you into ashes."
Ye Fan's heart instantly jumped. He felt a dangerous aura. That box was extremely unusual. He secretly rejoiced that he didn't rashly use his trump card. That would be his final trump card.
"Alright, you guys help me clear away those white skeletons and I will go up the mountain to pluck the divine medicine for you …" Ye Fan's thoughts spun like lightning. He wanted to borrow the power of these people to help him clear away the dangers on the mountain and use them to pluck the divine medicine.
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