The Yin Yang Saint coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. A huge foot stepped on his chest, almost crushing his body. How humiliating was this? The moment he made a move, he was directly stepped on from the sky to the ground.
His eyes were sinister, and he couldn't say anything. He knew that his position as the Saint was gone, and his life was most likely gone as well. Although he wanted to kill Ye Fan, he could only think about it and grit his teeth.
"Stop!"
A total of 18 Saints followed. Some shouted and took out their Dharma treasures to attack. One of them shook a purple jade bell, and a purple phoenix flew out to attack.
Ye Fan used his finger like a knife and stabbed it into the sky. With a soft poof, the purple phoenix turned into ashes. Then, he continued to attack, and the eight Dharma treasures all shattered, turning into eight streams of light and disappearing in the sky.
Silently, a tall figure flew over from the mountains in the distance, reaching out a huge hand and slashing down.
Boom!
Laws intertwined, and the power of the Dao surged. The hand covered the sky, and the cliffs below kept banging. Eight cliffs all collapsed in a row.
The huge hand was as black as ink, and like a dark cloud, it covered the sky, covering Ye Fan below. The ground below also sank dozens of feet, and it became a deep valley.
"Rumble …"
Rocks shot through the sky, and the 18 outstanding talents all retreated immediately, afraid of being involved. A powerful figure had made a move.
Ye Fan carried the Yin Yang Saint and leaped ten thousand feet, crossing another five thousand meters. After a few flashes, he appeared in the sky far away. He saw an old man in green clothes. It was a top expert of the Yin Yang Sect.
"Put him down," this powerful figure said calmly. He stood on the mountain peak, and the wind blew, making his clothes flutter.
He knew that the Saint participated in this operation, and he was the one who agreed to it. He wanted to use this to lure out Ye Fan, but he never thought that he would be stepped on by this monster from the Eastern Barren Territory.
This was a humiliation to the Yin Yang Sect. The saint was their future hope, but in the end, he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Ye Fan and was trampled half to death. This was equivalent to slapping their faces.
"You think I'll release him just because you say so?" Ye Fan held the captive upside down, making it look like he was holding a dead fish.
"You …"
"This is …"
"Ye Fan, it's not too much to kill. You've gone too far!"
Figures appeared one after another in the wilderness. When they saw this scene, their expressions all changed. The Saint Child represented the face of the Yin Yang Sect, but he was being carried around like a chicken. This was a merciless mockery and contempt towards the sect.
"Put him down. Otherwise, in the future, my sect will extract your three spiritual and seven physical souls, eternally suppress the Sea Eye, and refine you for a thousand years!"
"Ye Zhoutian, don't push things too far!"
When Ye Fan heard these words, he burst into laughter and said, "You've chased me all over the world, and you still have the face to say such words? Is it worth saying? Do you think I'll do it?"
"It's a pity that you have a holy body, something that's hard to come by in a thousand generations. I don't want to kill a genius like you." The top figure from the Yin Yang Sect strode forward. "Join my sect, and I'll spare you from death. Transform into the Son of the Sun, and all grudges will be resolved."
"The Son of the Sun … will you enslave him?" Ye Fan smiled. The yin girls and the Sons of the Yin Sect were all merciless killing machines, enslaved and controlled by others. Even now, these people were looking down on him, and even saying such things. They really didn't see him as a threat at all.
"Put the Saint Child down. Otherwise, you know that Master God-Diviner's disciple has appeared. He can divine everything under heaven, and he can divine everything. There's no way you can escape."
"Master God-Diviner's disciple? I'll definitely go find him." Ye Fan began to back up.
"Put the Saint Child down, and we'll protect your fleshly body and divine will. Transform into the Son of the Sect-Protector." A group of people appeared on various mountain peaks.
"Is making me the Son of the Sun of your sect a gift?" Ye Fan raised the Saint Child of the Yin Yang Sect, and then tossed him towards them.
Someone tried to catch him, but the Yin Yang Saint screamed. He was torn into pieces midway, burning fiercely, and then turned into ashes.
Ye Fan killed the Yin Yang Saint Child in front of these people, turned around, and rushed into the distant sky.
"Chase!"
A supreme elder shouted, unable to restrain his anger. Another Saint Child had been killed, and it was done by the same person. He didn't need to think to know that he would become a laughing stock, and the news would spread to all the sects.
This was too embarrassing. Two generations of Saints had been killed by Ye Fan. Was there anything more humiliating than this? Something like this had never happened in the past hundred years.
"Haha …" Ye Fan laughed, and said, "I'm looking forward to your selection of the third Saint Child!"
"Chase, don't let him escape!" A half-step almighty ordered. Usually, a junior wouldn't dare to speak to them like this, and now this little monster was provoking them again and again.
"There's no need to chase, an absolute formation has been laid out within a radius of a thousand miles. This time, he won't be able to escape even if he grows wings," the green-robed elder of the Yin Yang Sect said.
Ye Fan flew into the distant sky, and saw that the sky was dusky. Endless mist circulated, and the Yin and Yang Qi blended together, sealing off all directions.
"There are formation patterns imprinted on the mountains and rivers!"
He was shocked. This wasn't an ordinary formation pattern, or else it wouldn't be so vast, covering a radius of hundreds of miles.
"Ye Zhoutian!"
Someone shouted not far away, and the eighteen experts of the Qishi Manor appeared not far away. One of them shouted, and led the others to rush forward.
Ye Fan didn't notice when he was dealing with the Yin Yang Saint Child, but now he finally saw a monster level character, wearing a loose robe that covered his short body.
This was an eight or nine-year-old child, fair and tender, and his eyes were full of spirit. It was strange to see him standing together with the other young people, because he was too young.
This was the youngest monster of the Qishi Manor. He was only nine years old, but he had reached the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. When he entered the manor, he shocked a group of seniors.
"You want to kill me too?" Ye Fan laughed.
"Don't laugh!" The nine-year-old was very domineering, and his expression turned cold.
"You have quite a temper." Ye Fan laughed loudly.
"I said, don't laugh, or I'll suppress you!" The nine-year-old was quite arrogant, and pointed at Ye Fan.
"Little brat, go home and drink milk. I don't have time to coax a child." Ye Fan's mouth was a bit poisonous.
Beside him, the other seventeen almost laughed, but they all held it in. They knew that this child's background was frightening, and they didn't dare to offend him.
"Saint Body, how dare you be disrespectful to me. Come and kowtow to me, and I'll spare your life!" The nine-year-old Wang Chong shouted. He stood on a rock and raised his head high.
Ye Fan had never seen such a domineering child, and he was stunned on the spot. This youth was even more arrogant than the Little Peng King, and even more arrogant than Xia Jiuyou.
"Little brat, your parents have really spoiled you. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of them, and I'll smack your butt into 16 pieces."
"Ye Zhoutian, you won't be able to live. If you anger me, no one in this world can save you!" The young Wang Chong said coldly, and his emotionless expression didn't match his age.
He leaped a hundred feet into the sky, and when the others saw that he was about to attack, they all moved to the side in fear.
Wang Chong formed a dragon seal with both hands, and like a real dragon, he let out a resounding dragon roar. Nine Azure Dragons appeared, and they shook their heads and wagged their tails, ferociously pouncing at Ye Fan.
"Peng, peng …"
Ye Fan sent out nine palms, and every palm was filled with golden light. Golden blood qi surged, and it was like an ancient volcano was erupting, causing the expressions of the others to change.
However, the nine golden palms in the air didn't disperse the nine dragons. The green dragon scales flickered, and the dragons' bodies were powerful like a steel wall, sweeping down.
"Hu …"
Astral winds blew in their faces. The nine Azure Dragons were vigorous and powerful, leaping thousands of zhang in a single leap. Some stretched out their claws, splitting open cliffs, some opened their bloody mouths, swallowing entire mountain peaks. There was also a divine dragon that swung its tail, and with a peng sound, collapsed a mountain range.
Ye Fan was shocked. He didn't expect this nine-year-old boy to be so powerful, and he was so much stronger than the other saints.
This child was so young, but he had already reached the Fourth Transformation of the Dragon Realm, and he was many times stronger than people of the same level. He could definitely kill people of the Ninth Transformation of the Dragon Realm.
Ye Fan was shocked. No wonder he was called a monster. How old was he? His talent far surpassed those geniuses, and there was no way to compare.
"Roar …"
The dragon's roar shook the heavens. The nine dragons were made of flesh and blood, and their aura was powerful. With one claw, they crushed a mountain peak, and the people at the side gasped in shock.
"Pu!"
The dragons breathed, and a green light fell. Four to five mountains disappeared, and the area was scorched, turning into a barren land.
"Pa!"
Ye Fan's golden palm imprinted in the air, breaking a dragon in half. However, as blood flowed, the dragon reconnected its broken body and swooped down again.
The other eight dragons collapsed a mountain with their roars, and they all pounced down. The nine dragons fought, swallowing the heavens and splitting the earth.
"Do you think you are invincible just because you have a saint physique? I was born to kill king physiques and saint physiques like you!" The nine-year-old Wang Chong shouted arrogantly. His hands formed dragon seals, and he commanded the nine dragons to fight.
"This monster is truly terrifying. He's only nine years old. When he grows up, who would be able to stop him?" A saint level character at the side whispered.
"He is a person with great fortune. When he was young, he fell into a dragon cave and obtained great benefits. Some say he drank dragon blood, and others say he ate large amounts of dragon marrow."
"An expert from the Qishi Manor studied his physique, and he said he can live for at least five thousand years. This is the most conservative estimate. I wonder what kind of immortal treasure he obtained after falling into the dragon cave."
"But at his age, this kind of temperament is a bit too much."
"There's nothing he can do. He has a big brother that everyone in the younger generation wants to avoid. Who would dare to provoke him?"
"Ye Fan, Ye Zhoutian, I don't care if you have a saint physique or an immortal physique. Today, you are dead for sure. I will slaughter you nine times over!" Wang Chong shouted.
"Whoosh …" The astral wind became even fiercer. The nine dragons turned around, and like nine mountains, they pounced down at the same time.
Nine Dragons Devouring Emperor!
Wang Chong formed a dragon seal and revealed a cold and emotionless expression. He used the nine dragons to suppress Ye Fan, wanting to grind him to pieces.
"This is a sure-kill technique of the dragon seal, Nine Dragons Devouring Emperor. It can kill people several realms above it!" Everyone in the back gasped, and their expressions changed.
"He really is a person with great fortune. After falling into the dragon cave, he obtained so many benefits!" Everyone was extremely envious.
"Brat, I don't have time to play with you!" Ye Fan suddenly jumped up and charged at the nine dragons.
"Pfff!"
An azure dragon was grabbed by him, and with a fierce pull, it was snapped. Blood rained down. It was simple, direct, and extremely violent!
"You have great fortune, and fell into the dragon cave. Today, give me everything you have!" Ye Fan sneered.
"Pfff!"
This time, he grabbed three azure dragons, and with a loud roar, his hands shook. Blood spurted out, and the azure dragons were torn into nine pieces.
"You …" Wang Chong was shocked and angry. He formed a dragon seal and attacked with all his might. Nine Dragons Devouring Heaven appeared again.
"Did you really get an immortal treasury from the dragon cave? It's very extraordinary. Let me take it for you." Ye Fan did not treat him as a child. He attacked fiercely, and his right hand turned into a golden heavenly stele, which pressed down.
"Bang!"
The golden heavenly stele smashed into Wang Chong's back, sending him into a pile of rubble.
"It's over. The saint physique is dead for sure. After beating Wang Chong, his brother will definitely come out. He is said to be the reincarnation of the ancient emperor. Who can resist him?"
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