Although the Unique Warrior Manor was less than a thousand miles in circumference, it was majestic and divine. It was one of the secret grounds of the Central Prefecture.
Ye Fan waited outside for a few days and occasionally saw people entering and exiting. However, he didn't see the Holy Maiden or Yan Yunluan. There were a total of eleven people in the painting in his hand.
These experts were from the Central Prefecture, the Southern Mountain Range, and the Western Desert. All of them had acted against Li Heishui, humiliating him to the extreme, breaking his ribs and legs.
Ye Fan waited for three days and finally saw a target appear. This person matched the man in the painting. However, he didn't act rashly in case he alerted the enemy.
On the fourth day, Pang Bo sent him a message. The disciples of the manor were about to undergo the so-called tempering exercise. If there were no accidents, the Holy Maiden and Yan Yunluan would accompany them.
"Good, let's take this chance to capture them all in one fell swoop. Since they humiliated Li Heishui so much, I shall settle this once and for all." Ye Fan's aura was ethereal. With a flick of his sleeves, he drifted away.
Five days later, a group of people walked out of the Unique Warrior Manor. The person in the lead was none other than Yan Yunluan. He was a demon-level genius in the manor and was extremely powerful. However, he was almost killed by Ye Fan's heavenly tribulation.
"The beast we have to kill is an old snake that has cultivated for nine hundred years. Although it hasn't taken human form, its strength is at the first level of immortal-foundation. The difficulty is too high."
"With so many of us, I don't believe we can't deal with it."
Over five thousand miles away, an old snake appeared in a mountain valley. The miasma there was extremely dense, and the bones of beasts and humans could be seen everywhere. There was a mutated beast that had lived here for nine hundred years and had finally reached a certain level of cultivation.
It walked the path of a beast king and had never attempted to take human form. Recently, it had been wreaking havoc everywhere. The disciples of the Unique Warrior Manor were sent to eliminate it.
These people were about forty miles away from the Unique Warrior Manor. In front of them was a vast piece of land. There were many rocks on the ground, but there was very little vegetation.
"This is Ye Zhaotian's territory. Who would have thought that he was Ye Fan? It's too bad we missed our chance to kill him."
"I'm sure he won't live long. Offending Wang Teng, who is blessed by the heavens, won't end well for him."
"It's a pity that I can't kill him with my own hands. Humiliating Li Heishui and the others still can't vent the anger in my heart."
These people passed by this area and discussed softly. They were all hostile towards Ye Fan and didn't have a good impression of him. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gathered together.
Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky. There were no terrifying fluctuations, nor was there any powerful aura, but it made one's heart tremble, blocking their path.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth dressed in purple stood with his hands behind his back, blocking everyone's path. There was a trace of a cold smile on his face.
"Who are you? What do you want?" A young man stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.
"I want to kill all of you!" Ye Fan paused for a moment before spitting out these six words.
Someone immediately laughed out loud. They had never heard of someone daring to face so many geniuses alone. They were all elites of the five great regions, inheritors of great sects.
"Did you eat immortal gall, or did you eat the wrong medicine? How dare you boast like this? Aren't you afraid that the wind will cut your tongue?"
"What a reckless thing. Don't you even look at the almanac before going out? Did you go the wrong way? You even dare to kill us?"
Many people didn't take it seriously. There weren't many people in the same generation who dared to be so arrogant. The person in front of them was only sixteen or seventeen years old.
"He's Ye Fan!" Yan Yunluan suddenly said.
"That's right, he's that monster from the Eastern Wasteland!" The Yin Yang Saintess also revealed a serious expression.
As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately quieted down. Those who had been talking all shut their mouths. The Eastern Wasteland's killing star had arrived, and the main character had blocked their path.
Not long ago, they had received many benefits from the Yin Yang Saintess. Under her instigation, they had crushed many of Li Heishui's bones and ruthlessly humiliated him. However, they still didn't feel at ease.
Ye Fan sneered. His hundred meridians flowed with saint blood. A thick golden blood energy rushed into the sky from the top of his head and swept over everyone.
"I don't understand. Some of you don't know me. Why did you attack Li Heishui?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Ye Fan, you made everyone your enemy. We couldn't stand it and attacked him. What can you do?" A monk with a golden band bound his hair. There were a few knife scars on his face and his expression was very cold.
"You're just a wild monk. You don't have the compassion of a monk and hurt the innocent. In a moment, I'll send you to the Buddha to repent." Ye Fan walked forward.
"It's better for me to send you to the afterlife!" The knife scars on Ku Toutuo's face trembled slightly, appearing somewhat fierce.
"One look and I can tell you're a wild monk. Don't tell me you're an abandoned disciple that was chased out of an ancient temple in the Western Desert?" Ye Fan smiled.
"You're courting death. I'll send you to hell to see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in a moment!" Ku Toutuo's hair was disheveled as he shouted loudly as if his sore spot had been touched.
With such a strong person standing out, the others weren't afraid anymore. They all prepared for battle and took out their magic treasures to protect themselves.
Yan Yunluan was the leader among them, so he naturally stood at the front. Last time, he tried to kill Ye Fan during his tribulation, but he didn't expect to be struck to death instead. Not only did he fail to break through, but he was also almost crippled.
He cultivated for close to half a year before breaking through again. He displayed an incomparable constitution and monstrous talent in cultivation.
"Ye Zhaotian, do you dare to fight me fair and square today?"
"You can't!" Ye Fan glanced at him. Just three words of evaluation caused Yan Yunluan's expression to change. He had never been looked down upon like this before.
"Everyone, what are we waiting for? This is a rare opportunity. Let's join hands to kill him and take away the Source Root of All Things!" The saintess of the Yin Yang School transmitted her voice. Her hair was like clouds, and she was beautiful like a flower and the moon. However, she kept sneering.
Now that they had met, it was impossible for her to say that she wasn't afraid. However, she didn't have any other choice. She could only contact everyone to attack together. Otherwise, she would die without a doubt.
"I killed the previous saint and saintess of your Yin Yang School. You, a saintess in waiting, still don't remember. This time, everything happened because of you. Today, I'll give your old leader a big gift and take your head."
"Everyone, let's kill him together!" Someone else shouted. Now that Ye Fan's name had shaken the region, apart from monstrous geniuses, no one dared to fight him alone.
"There's no need to be afraid. Cut off his head. So what if he has a saint body? There are so many of us, it's enough to kill him!" A scholar in white stood out with a sinister look in his eyes. He took out a five-colored stone and smashed it towards Ye Fan.
They had no other choice but to work together. Otherwise, fighting alone would definitely be disastrous.
"Humph!"
Ye Fan snorted coldly. He left behind an afterimage where he originally was. A golden fist smashed apart the five-colored stone and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Not good, retreat!"
The others cried out. They each took out their magic treasures and attacked Ye Fan to save the white-clothed scholar from danger. However, everything was too late.
Ye Fan intentionally gave them a show of strength. The Row Word Art was unparalleled under the heavens. It arrived in an instant, and his golden fist broke through the divine force barrier as easily as shattering glass.
Pfft!
Ye Fan's fist pierced through the white-clothed scholar's chest. With a light shake, his body split apart and fell in all directions. However, his purple clothes weren't stained with blood as he stood there.
A large net that was as red as a cloud and raging with flames descended from the sky towards Ye Fan.
A five-colored feather fan gently shook. Mountains collapsed and seas roared. Five-colored divine light submerged heaven and earth.
A large bell shook forcefully, shattering the vacuum. Tens of thousands of bell waves surged over.
…
This part of the world was almost boiling. Everyone attacked together, attacking Ye Fan at the same time. They didn't want to give him the slightest chance. Otherwise, everyone present would die.
However, the battle was extremely disadvantageous to them. Ye Fan was unstoppable as he faced their magic treasures head-on.
"Rip!"
The red net was like a sky full of stars. It flickered with brilliance as it shattered in the void.
Clang!
The silver bell and golden fist collided, sending out tens of thousands of bell waves. But in the end, the bell shattered into a dozen pieces and fell from the sky.
"Ah!!"
Finally, another person let out a miserable scream as he was smashed into meat paste by Ye Fan.
"What happened? Is that Ye Zhoutian? He's trying to kill Yan Yunluan, the Yin Yang Holy Maiden, and the others! "Some people appeared in the distance with shocked expressions.
This place was less than forty miles away from the Qishi Manor. People would occasionally pass by and naturally see the battle here.
"The Eastern Wasteland's monster is here!"
Ever since Ye Fan's identity had been exposed, everyone had been guessing when he would come again. Who would have thought this day would come so quickly?
"Almost all the young experts of the five great regions have entered the Qishi Manor. Only he hasn't come. Now that he's finally here, let's see who's strong and who's weak."
In the blink of an eye, dozens of people appeared in the distance. They were all watching the battle.
Pow!
Ye Fan waved his golden palm, slapping another expert to death. This time, the people surrounding him all felt fear in their hearts. Many of them wanted to retreat.
Finally, someone couldn't endure this kind of torment and fled into the distance. After the first, there was a second and a third.
"Who dares to run?"
Ye Fan held the Myriad Slayers Bow and pulled the bowstring back. It was like a full moon as his strength rose to the peak of the Eight Limit domain.
A golden rainbow shot out, traversing several miles and catching up to its target. With a pfft, a string of blood blossomed as that person turned into a bloody mist on the spot.
Immediately after, the second arrow was shot out. Another golden light flew up and caught up to another person. There was another soft sound as flesh and broken bones exploded. That person died a violent death.
Ye Fan fired three arrows in a row. The first three people to escape were all killed. Their bodies shattered in the void. One could imagine the terrifying power!
"One arrow to kill a saint!"
In the distant sky, everyone was shocked. This kind of battle strength was terrifying. Apart from those few people, who else in the younger generation could compete with him?
"Everyone, don't run. Fight him to the death. This place is very close to the Qishi Manor. The North Thearch will soon receive the news and kill him personally!" Yin Yang Saint Lady shouted. If they scattered now, no one would survive.
"I'll send you on your way first!" A trace of coldness hung on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at this reserve saint lady. Her beautiful face immediately changed.
Swish!
An arrow flew out. It was as swift and sharp as a golden snake. With a pfft, a flower of blood bloomed on Yin Yang Saint Lady's forehead as the arrow penetrated through.
A beautiful face was stained with specks of blood. The light in her eyes dimmed. She lost her life and slowly fell to the ground.
"Don't kill us, spare us!"
"This has nothing to do with us. We were only invited and didn't make a move."
Apart from Yan Yunluan and that itinerant monk, everyone else was begging for mercy with terrified expressions. No one wasn't afraid of death, especially when facing someone like Ye Fan.
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