Chapter 106 None Can Stop Him
Jiang Feng was sent flying over eight meters away, heavily smashing onto some rubble with a scream. A couple protruding rocks narrowly missed breaking his ribs. If his physique was not superior to ordinary people, his bones would most likely have broken and his muscles torn.
A clear blood-colored handprint swelled upon his face. He struggled up, coldly and unwaveringly glaring at Ye Fan. “You…”
He was a cultivator in the Divine Bridge realm. When would he have ever had to suffer such a humiliation? Being slapped flying by a mortal and seen by this many people, he now wanted to find a hole to hide himself in.
“Are Divine Bridge realm cultivators that amazing? To still be sent flying back by a mortal like me, I guess it’s not that special,” Ye Fan smiled indifferently. He rubbed his own hand, ruthlessly mocking, “Well, it does seem slightly superior. Your face is so thick that even my hand hurts a bit. Does your face hurt?”
Being mocked in such an undisguised manner, Jiang Feng’s lungs almost burst in anger. Divine Bridge realm cultivators were lofty and high, and compared to mortals they were gods within the clouds. What happened just now was completely unacceptable, a disgrace that would follow him his whole life. He icily said, “You’re asking for death!”
The various cultivators around them practically couldn’t believe their own eyes. Even if their divine energy source-spring was dried up and they couldn’t use divine abilities or secret arts, Divine Bridge realm cultivators were not existences that mortals could shake.
Zhou Yi and Wang Ziwen looked at each other in dismay, feeling as if this wasn’t real. Ye Fan who shouldn’t even understand cultivating could actually send a lofty expert flying right in front of their eyes? This truly caused them to feel shocked and confused.
Lin Jia’s pretty eyes were also opened wide in shock with a disbelieving expression. Liu Yiyi and Zhang Ziling were both stupefied. They then appeared anxious and worried, unsure about whether Ye Fan could escape with this many knights around.
Li Xiaoman seemed in a daze, feeling as if this was all inconceivable. She was unable to calm her heart as she looked from that Divine Bridge realm cultivator to Ye Fan.
Jiang Feng walked over to Ye Fan, each step causing the ground to tremble. Even if he couldn’t use divine abilities, his physical body was still extremely powerful, practically like a human-shaped ferocious beast. His eyes emitted two dreadful beams of light.
Ye Fan looked at the red handprint on his face and he brightly laughed, “Expert, are you still looking down on me? Can you act a bit more superior and arrogant? Also, turn your face around so I can give it a slap too.”
“Go die!” Jiang Feng’s killing intent was completely revealed, and his ride hand took out a blade that slashed towards Ye Fan’s neck while his left hand became like a dragon claw and tried to grab Ye Fan’s chest, as if he wished to split it open.
“As expected of such an expert. Attacking to kill against a mortal like me.” A sneer appeared on Ye Fan’s face, and his hands swept forward, smoothly capturing the blade and dragon claw. Twisting them with strength, the sounds of bones cracking immediately rang out.
Jiang Feng’s expression was frantic, the sharp pain causing him to sweat coldly.
The two’s feet also quickly collided a couple times, emitting a muffled sound. Jiang Feng was aghast to realize that his knees were now shattered. He could no longer remain standing, and collapsed on the ground.
This was an unbearable feeling of defeat for him. He was about to go mad from anger. A grand Divine Bridge realm cultivator’s physique was actually inferior to a mere mortal? This was unbelievable!
“Men should be a bit more prideful. Kneeling like this in front of me really makes me feel ashamed for you. Why don’t you get up?” Ye Fan took a step back and used all his power to heavily slap the other side of the knight’s face, leaving another clear blood-colored handprint.
Jiang Feng spit out a strand of blood from his mouth, flipping back and once more slamming into the stone rubble. He was no longer able to get up, and gnashing his teeth in anger, he glowered at Ye Fan. “You little brat…”
“Do you feel as if I have humiliated you? This is nothing. Two years ago you guys wished to take my life and chased me all over. I had nowhere to go. This little humiliation cannot count for anything.”
Ye Fan strode over to him, saying, “I think it’s time to finish this. You wished to kill me, and now I think I’ve decided that I also want your life.”
Several large figures immediately quickly rushed over and blocked Ye Fan’s path. People had wanted to attack him before, but Jiang Hanchong had stopped them in order to determine just how tyrannical Ye Fan’s body was.
Ye Fan didn’t retreat. He continued forward. When the first person attacked, he was like a bolt of lightning, dodging past him and reaching out his hand. With a cracking sound, he broke that person’s wrist and snatched away his white sword. With a wave of his hand, swordlight flashed and blood splashed everywhere as a head tumbled to the ground.
“Those who block me will die!” Ye Fan swept his gaze over everyone and advanced forward, his eyes incomparably cold.
Whoosh!
Many people surrounded him. Some of them held lances and some held swords. They all simultaneously attacked Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was as quick as a shooting star, possessing a dragon’s strength as the sword within his hand flashed with light, knocking all of the weapons out of the others’ hands. The sword immediately swept out, chopping one of the knights in half.
With the turn of a hand, the bloody sword quickly slashed again, cutting off another cultivator’s head and sending it flying dozens of meters before it fell. The headless corpse spurted with blood, heavily crashing down upon the ground.
“Who dares to block my path!” Ye Fan swept his gaze over everyone, quickly stepping forward, his divine sword dripping with blood as it once more cut forward, slashing a cultivator through his chest. He tumbled into a pool of his own blood.
Everyone was frozen now. Ye Fan’s physical body was too tyrannical. His power was too explosive. That sword within his hand seemed as if it weighed hundreds of tons, completely unshakeable. It didn’t even seem like a sword; it was more like a huge unstoppable mountain.
Bang!
Ye Fan’s sword directly slashed apart a cultivator blocking his path, the powerful force completely wrecking that knight’s body, causing blood to blast out.
With a final step he appeared in front of the stone rubble. He raised his sword and swung it down, but with a loud sound, the sword was knocked out of Ye Fan’s hand by a lance. The Jiang Family’s Elder Jiang Hanchong had personally taken action. He grabbed Jiang Feng and retreated a dozen meters back.
Ye Fan’s heart trembled. This old man was very frightening. Although he couldn’t use divine abilities, his physical body’s strength was not weaker than his own, startling him. He had eaten the sacred fruit and now that he had advanced to the Spring of Life realm, the medicinal energy had spread throughout his whole body and gradually increased his body’s strength to an even higher and frighteningly tyrannical level.
“I really would never have thought…” Jiang Hanhcong indifferently gazed at Ye Fan. “After a mortal consumes the sacred medicine they would actually become powerful to such a degree. The sacred medicine’s reputation is well deserved. No wonder legends of it have circulated through the Eastern Wastelands since ancient times.”
“You guys were also once mortals. You keep arrogantly talking down about mortals. Do you really consider yourselves to be gods?” Ye Fan walked forward, his divine sword dripping with blood as he glared at the Jiang Family’s Elder. “You see me as an ant, wanting me to just go send myself off to die, to pluck the divine medicine for you. You really do think you can control the world!”
Jiang Hanchong’s eyes emitted two strange lights. He didn’t become angry, and on the contrary even began faintly smiling. “The stronger your physical body is, the more medicinal strength you must have absorbed. To have reached such a level, you should be able to resist the Ancient Desolation Abyss’s curse, and the chance of succeeding in plucking the divine medicine should be increased by quite a bit.”
“Do you think you can control me? Don’t think so highly of yourself.” Ye Fan charged forward like lightning.
Jiang Hanchong threw Jiang Feng over to the other cultivators and stabbed Ye Fan with his lance. His attack was incomparably fierce, seeming as if it could break the void. The lance tip exploded out with resplendent light.
Ye Fan used the sword in his hand to block, causing a deafening metallic sound to erupt from their collision, like two iron mountains were smashing together, and everyone’s eardrums buzzed.
The sword was like a rainbow as Ye Fan slashed out, seeming like he was slashing with a huge mountain, his powerful force seeming completely unstoppable!
The lance in Jiang Hanchong’s hand seemed as if it could send a mountain flying, its forceful power berserk without compare, like a bolt of lightning as it devastated the space.
Suddenly, Ye Fan ran back like a bolt of lightning, charging towards the group of people, his target was Jiang Feng.
The knights attempted to block, each feeling very irritated that they couldn’t use divine abilities at the moment and could only use the oldest and most basic wrestling methods to confront him. They had a feeling of having power without any way to use it. They thought that if they were able to use divine arts, they would be able to annihilate Ye Fan with the lifting of a hand.
Pu!
Ye Fan was incomparably cold as his divine sword struck out like lightning, directly beheading one of the cultivators.
Pu!
The sword’s cold light radiated, and Ye Fan immediately slashed forward, cutting another cultivator in half.
Pu!
The sword trickled with blood as it pierced through one of the cultivator’s hearts, the hole spurting blood.
Ye Fan acted very simply and directly. There might as well have been no one in his way. His sword slashed forward and blood would follow. No one was able to fight against him!
BANG!
He grabbed Jiang Feng and fled out of the crowd like a wisp of smoke. Jiang Hanchong’s lance stabbed through his afterimage, not even managing to touch his clothes.
“The debt from two years ago will be returned to you today!” Ye Fan straightforwardly twisted Jiang Feng’s neck sharply, throwing him onto the ground.
Jiang Feng died aggrieved, the corner of his mouth flowing with blood and his eyes open wide. A grand Divine Bridge realm cultivator was killed by a mortal snapping his neck. His expression was full of humiliation and despair as he ceased to breathe.
Li Xiaoman, Zhou Yi, Lin Jia and the others were all incomparably shocked, completely not understanding and never having expected that Ye Fan would be this powerful.
At this moment, the Flickering Light Sacred Land’s senior knight Xu Daoling, the Ji Family’s Elder Ji Yunfeng, and the Jiang Family’s Elder Jiang Hanchong simultaneously advanced, trapping him between them.
Ye Fan was unperturbed. His divine spring was still bubbling and hadn’t dried up. With such a trump card, he didn’t fear any of them.
The Ji Family’s Elder Ji Yunfeng indifferently said, “Such a strong physique truly is hard to come by. Just killing him would be a pity. Go up the mountain and collect the divine medicine. If you accomplish it properly, I’ll let you die happy with a full corpse.”
“There’s nothing to be pitied. Exterminate his divine sense and leave behind his physical body. We can still use it,” Jiang Hanchong coldly smiled.
The Flickering Light Elder’s Xu Daoling shook his head. “It’s a shame that such a sacred medicine was wasted by him. If it was consumed by one of us, our strength would have leapt forward.”
“Do you really think you can kill me?” Ye Fan smiled coldly.
Jiang Hanchong took out an embroidered case, carelessly saying, “It wouldn’t be that difficult to kill you.”
Ye Fan’s heart jumped. He sensed something was wrong. That case was extremely strange, and he secretly rejoiced that he hadn’t lightly revealed his trump cards. Those were his last resorts.
“Fine. If you get rid of those skeletons, I’ll climb up the mountain and gather the divine medicines…” Ye Fan’s was thinking quickly, wanting to draw on these people’s power to remove the danger and allow him to pluck the divine medicine.