Jin Chixiao, the man in purple, and the others came to kill Ye Fan and take away the rare dragon marrow. They had nothing to fear.
"The purple dragon marrow is rare. This bottle of divine liquid is worth more than two million kilograms of Origin Source. You really came at the right time, knowing that we need it." One of them smiled faintly.
"There are twelve drops of divine liquid in total. It's not easy for the seven of us to distribute them," another said casually. He had already treated Ye Fan as a meal on his plate.
Jin Chixiao was unruffled. With his hands behind his back, he paced around slowly as if everything was under his control. He said, "He might have other treasures on him. We can count them when the time comes."
The man in purple beside him was calm and collected. He glanced at Ye Fan and said, "Take him down first. We'll decide later."
"Do you really think I'm a pushover that you can pinch as you please?" Ye Fan sneered and walked forward, approaching them step by step.
At this moment, he was not afraid of Jin Chixiao and the others. He was only afraid of the four old men, who had surpassed the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and were at the level of the Great Elders.
"There are four seniors here, and you still want to put up a stubborn resistance? You don't know the meaning of death! "One of them sneered and shook his head.
Jin Chixiao and the man in purple retreated. They did not plan to fight him personally. They wanted the four Great Elders to kill him, so they were very cautious.
"This morning, when we met in that restaurant, we didn't know you were a cultivator. Now, let's bring up the topic again. If you help us, we can consider sparing your life."
"I don't trust people like you. It would be better if you cripple your own cultivation. If you want to live, you should first kowtow and beg for mercy. I like to see people give in."
The seven of them stood in the distance, calm and unperturbed. They spoke words of humiliation, standing on the mountain rock as they overlooked this place. A cold smile hung on the corners of their mouths.
"You guys are just saying it. You don't even have the courage to fight me, yet you want to invite these four old men." Ye Fan sneered, "I think you should find a godfather or a godgrandfather no matter where you go in the future."
One of them had a frosty expression as he said, "I'll teach you a lesson in a bit. I'll make you kneel down and beg for mercy. Your life will be worse than death."
Another person said in a sinister voice, "You are just a person at the Third Transformation of Dragon Transformation. Who here is weaker than you? It's just that they are too lazy to fight you."
Ye Fan ignored him. Instead, he looked at the four old men and said, "Four brothers, are these seven your grandchildren?"
One of them shook his head subconsciously, but he came to his senses in an instant. His face darkened as he said, "You're just trying to be eloquent."
Behind him, Jin Chixiao and the others all had cold expressions. One of them said coldly, "Taking advantage of us, we'll make you kneel to death later."
"So, they have nothing to do with the four of you. Whose grandsons are they? Why isn't your grandfather here?" Ye Fan said with a smile.
The identities of the seven were not ordinary. When had they ever been ridiculed like this? One of them stepped forward with a sinister gaze and said, "I'll fight him. I want to personally take him as a slave."
"Why bother arguing with him? Just ask the four seniors to kill him. There's no need to stain our hands with his blood." Jin Chixiao shook his head. It could be considered a tactful way of stopping them, afraid that something unexpected would happen.
"If I don't personally make him kneel, I'll always feel like I'm lacking something. I'll feel uncomfortable all over!" As he spoke, he walked forward. In his palm, a golden trident appeared.
Whoosh!
The golden trident that was only an inch long enlarged in his hand, reaching a length of three meters. It was cold and gloomy. Golden divine light flowed, radiating brilliance in all directions.
This was an ancient weapon that interweaved the laws of heaven and earth. As he held it in his hand, rays of murderous light swept over like a raging sea.
"Seniors, please step back. Let me personally take a slave!" He strode forward, passing the four old men and entering the field.
Ye Fan calmly stood there without saying anything. However, he was prepared to attack.
"It's not too late to kneel now. I'll spare your life." This was the young master of an extremely powerful and ancient clan in Northern Plains. His cultivation was at the fourth transformation of Dragon Transformation.
"Since you're courting death, I'll send you on your way!" Ye Fan finally moved. His figure fluttered like an exiled immortal in the sky. He was agile yet swift to the extreme.
"Chi!"
This young master wielded the golden trident and forcefully slashed over. His surroundings were like a golden sea. It was resplendent and intense, and the murderous light shot out in all directions.
Ye Fan's left hand transformed into a golden heavenly stele while his right hand transformed into a golden millstone. Symbols flickered on the surface as if there were two heavenly books engraved on it.
"Clang!" "Clang!"
Two ear-piercing sounds of metal colliding resounded. The golden divine stele and millstone collided with the golden precious weapon. Sparks flew in all directions, piercing through metal and cracking stone.
The radiance of the trident dimmed for a moment. Two of the halberd blades were broken, leaving only the divine peak in the middle. The large halberd had turned into a golden spear.
Behind him, everyone's expression changed. Ye Fan bare-handedly broke a weapon interwoven with laws. Everyone was shocked, but it was too late to stop him.
Swoosh!
Ye Fan's speed was extremely fast. His right hand transformed into a golden millstone and slammed down. All kinds of symbols flickered on its surface. It was mysterious and unfathomable, as if it was explaining an ancient scripture.
This young master turned pale with fright. He had never thought that a person's physical body would be so powerful that it could break his golden precious weapon's blade and get close to him.
Bang!
He had no choice but to quickly counterattack. He abandoned the "spear" that he could not wield at close range. While retreating, he used his hands to block the enemy and buy time for himself.
Pfft!
Unfortunately, just as he raised his hands, they were smashed by Ye Fan. Both his arms were broken inch by inch and turned into a large mist of blood.
Bang!
Ye Fan's left hand pressed down. This was a golden Heavenly Stele. Innate patterns flickered, densely packed and engraved on its surface. It pressed down with force.
This young master cried out loudly. He couldn't block it at all. His body immediately became shorter, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. He couldn't bear the heavy pressure and bent down.
Putong!
He couldn't block it at all. He was pressed down until he couldn't move at all. Both of his legs were almost broken. As soon as he went limp, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground. This was a humiliating position.
Just now, he threatened to make Ye Fan kneel. In the end, he was forced to kneel after just a single exchange. This was even more unbearable than killing him.
"You want me to be your servant?!" Ye Fan's palm slammed down. The golden Heavenly Stele immediately turned this young master's head into a rotten watermelon.
Then, he took the weapon that had become a golden spear and retreated. The young master's corpse was still kneeling there, but his head was already decayed.
The people behind couldn't stop him in time. The four elders pounced over like tigers and wolves, activating ocean-like magical power to suppress him. However, they could only capture an afterimage. Ye Fan rushed out by a hair's breadth.
"Return my brother's life!" In the distance, a young man's face was ashen. He produced a purple copper gourd. The moment the stopper was pulled out, it sucked in and swallowed everything.
Ye Fan rushed over with the golden spear in hand. He seemed to have shrunk as he rushed into the gourd's mouth and was about to be sucked in.
However, at this moment, his body suddenly shook violently. Like an azure dragon swinging its tail, he leapt up and quickly enlarged. The golden spear in his hand stabbed forward.
Kacha!
This golden spear pierced through the gourd's mouth and came out from the bottom. The divine peak couldn't be blocked, and the purple copper gourd shattered into several pieces.
"Pu!"
After the golden spear pierced through the purple copper gourd, the spear's speed became even faster. Golden light flickered, and it immediately entered this person's chest. Bloody light gushed out.
"Ah …" This male released a loud cry. His chest was penetrated from front to back. His internal organs were all ruptured, and even his soul was injured.
Ye Fan stood on the battlefield like a demonic god. With the golden spear in one hand, he raised it up, and then with a forceful shake, a pu sounded. Blood splashed outwards, and this body broke into pieces, flying in all directions.
Chunks of flesh and bones carried large amounts of blood as they fell. This person's soul was destroyed. The golden spear dripped with blood. Ye Fan's black hair scattered about. With the spear in hand, he walked forward with large steps without stopping.
"This is …" Everyone was stupefied. Such methods were clean and efficient. It was terrifyingly frightening.
Ye Fan pressed forward. With each step, the great earth trembled. It was as if a giant was moving. The golden spear in his hand was pointed towards the heavens. Blood flowed outwards, and his black hair fell down like a waterfall. He was like an ancient war god.
"Chi", "Chi" …
The sound of air shattering rang through the air. The four elders rushed over, and they once again activated their ocean-like magical power. Splendor pervaded the surroundings, drowning out the heaven and earth. They wanted to refine and suppress Ye Fan.
However, what was left behind was only an afterimage. Ye Fan's speed was too fast. It was as if he was walking in the ancient past, separated from the present and unaffected by the current world.
With the golden spear in hand, he crossed a hundred zhang with a single step towards Jin Chixiao and the others. His black hair danced about, and his murderous aura spread in all directions. He was like a deity that had broken free from his shackles and slaughtered his way out from hell.
The remaining five young experts' expressions all changed. The other party leapt like a dragon, and a powerful aura surged over. Every single one of them had no choice but to do everything they could to resist.
"Ah …"
One of them cried out loudly. He had previously ridiculed Ye Fan for delivering the purple dragon origin to them. At this moment, he raised his heaven gathering umbrella to block the air, protecting himself behind it.
Weng!
The void trembled violently, and like a rag in the astral winds, it continuously fluctuated.
Ye Fan held the golden spear in his hand and treated it like a heavenly blade. Holding it with both hands, he chopped down vertically, bringing about a heaven overflowing golden divine light that engulfed the great earth.
Ka!
Ye Fan brandished the golden spear downwards, and as easy as breaking dry weeds, it cut the heaven gathering umbrella interwoven with natural laws into two halves. The cut was smooth and even.
"Ah …"
This young expert cried out loudly. A crack appeared between his brows, and blood gushed out. His eyes were filled with fear.
Pfft!
The golden spear in Ye Fan's hand was no different from a heavenly blade. It chopped down vertically, and at the same time as it finished cutting open the heaven gathering umbrella, the spearpoint cut into this person's skull.
Blood gushed out wildly. He forcefully chopped down, and the golden spearpoint was like a bolt of lightning, splitting this person's body into two extremely symmetrical halves.
A large amount of blood gushed out, and the two halves of the body fell in different directions. Fear was written all over his face, and his eyes were filled with endless panic.
Peng!
The two halves of the corpse fell to the ground, and Ye Fan stood in the middle. His hair was as black as ink, and the golden spear in his hand was even more resplendent under the sunlight. Blood dripped down, and he stood there like a demonic god.
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