Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 203 - 204 Chapter 208 5000-Year Attack First Part 1

204: Chapter 208: 5000-Year Attack First (Part 1) 204: Chapter 208: 5000-Year Attack First (Part 1) The Qingxia sect has eighteen Green Mountains, each shrouded in mist, with cascading streams and waterfalls, creating a dreamy landscape.

At the foot of Green Peak, the stream babbles past, winding its way, while the vegetation flourishes, exuding a gentle green haze.

Ye Fan stood amidst the verdant mountains and waters, feeling the natural ambiance, showing no trace of tension while facing the ten formidable figures.

“Is it really you who wants me to move and open your sect here?” The Qingxia Sect Leader had black hair and a flowing beard.

His eyes flashed like lightning, and he looked about forty years old.

His vitality was extraordinarily vigorous, imposing like a Fire Furnace.

“That’s right.

I do intend to establish my sect here, as this place is both beautiful and in line with my desires.” Ye Fan stood before the water pool, its surface shimmering, reflecting the tall figures in the water.

“So young, yet so brash.

Seeing Qingxia’s beauty, do you wish to claim it as yours?

Is this the moral principle your mentors taught you?” Next to him, a Grand Elder coldly rebuked.

Ye Fan chuckled wryly and said, “Are you reasoning with me?

To whom should those deceased Source Seekers complain?

To the bandits they hate, or should they gnash their teeth at you?

Isn’t what I am doing exactly what you’ve been doing all along?

If you consider it bullying, why inflict it upon others?

Compared to you, I am just a minor scoundrel among mighty villains.

A sect, no matter its size, represents a legacy, yet you support bandits in plundering and murdering the innocent.

You are indeed the cancer and source of evil here!” “Stop your nonsense!” Another Grand Elder shouted.

Ye Fan laughed coldly, saying, “I have come right to your doorsteps.

There’s no need for you to feign dignity; your reputation is less clean in my eyes than the dust on the ground.” “A sect’s development requires some tough measures; otherwise, it is difficult to expand,” the Qingxia Sect Leader responded solemnly.

“HAHAHA…” Ye Fan laughed out loud, but then his expression gradually became stern.

“Such a grandiose reason, such righteous rhetoric.” “Perhaps somewhat excessive, but it won’t harm the fundamental well-being of this place.” The Qingxia Sect Leader did not turn hostile but responded calmly.

He vaguely suspected something amiss, fearing Ye Fan to be a successor from a major faction.

“Only perhaps excessive?” Ye Fan suddenly turned, pointed at the uneducated youth not far away, and said, “He originally had a sister, young and beautiful, graceful and dignified, a family harmonious and happy.

But then, your disciples turned into bandits, committing beastly acts, leading to a young girl’s death by disgrace, and a family shrouded in sorrow.” Not far away, Lei Bo clutched his hair, crouching on the ground, in agony.

“Your disciples are arrogant, kidnapping Source Seekers from every village.

If anyone refuses, they resort to violence.

Even sixty or seventy-year-old elders are not spared; they attempt to beat them to death.” “These are just isolated incidents.” “Isolated incidents?” Ye Fan shook his head and said, “A small stone village of just dozens of households had a young girl violated, an elder almost beaten to death, and several others killed.

Look within a radius of five hundred li, how many tragedies might there be?

Are you still cultivators?

Establishing this sect solely for reasonable plunder and murder?” “Brother Ye, please avenge my sister!” the uneducated youth cried from afar.

“Fifth Grandpa Zhang was fiercely beaten, but he survived,” Wang Shu also exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion.

“However, three childhood friends I shared with the uneducated youth were beaten to death…” “What more can you say?” Ye Fan pressed these people aggressively.

“Only by strengthening ourselves can we maintain stability in this area.

Once the time comes, all bandits will naturally vanish,” an aging Grand Elder from the Qingxia sect spoke up.

“Do you not feel a guilty conscience saying these words?” Ye Fan scanned them and said, “I believe that only by annihilating all of you can future troubles be completely eradicated, restoring peace to this area!” “Such arrogant words!

Do you really think you can single-handedly destroy our entire sect?” A furious Grand Elder’s eyes widened.

“Who exactly are you the successor to?” someone asked, haunted by their greatest worry that if he was a successor from a major power, killing him would provoke tremendous disaster.

“I am just a scattered cultivator; you needn’t fear.” Ye Fan stepped forward lightly, pressing in on the Qingxia Sect Leader.

Many Qingxia Grand Elders exchanged glances, revealing killing intent.

One of them said, “Kill him.

That’s the only way.” The Qingxia Sect Leader’s face darkened further, ordering the distant disciples, “Seal the Mountain Gate!

Make sure none of these three escape!” They could already see that Ye Fan was at a similar Realm to theirs.

Although his Combat Power was astonishing, he couldn’t possibly withstand an assault from ten people simultaneously.

Even mighty Peacock Kings in their youth might not have managed it.

“We originally intended to spare your life, but since you’ve left yourself no retreat, then don’t blame us for being ruthless and silencing you here!” “Irrespective of your background, now you’re only a scattered cultivator to be killed!” These people smirked repeatedly, obviously intent on killing Ye Fan right there, leaving him no chance for survival.

“After hearing your words, I feel no guilt.

Qingxia will become history from now on, never to exist again!” Ye Fan stood at the water’s edge, his clothes fluttering.

He was surrounded by fragrant flowers and grass.

This made him appear untarnished, yet he instilled dread in others without emitting any killing intent.

In the distance, Qingxia’s disciples shivered with fear, retreating quickly, unable to forget the recent scene—this was a youthful great evil person, looking gentle and harmless, yet his actions were soul-terrifying and his dominance unmatched.

“Act and slay him!

He must not be let go!” Ten cultivators from the Dao Palace secret realm moved simultaneously.

Even though each had only cultivated one god within them, their combined force was still exceptionally terrifying.

The weapons they unleashed merged, attacking Ye Fan in unison.

Ye Fan now understood the fearsome power of Dao Palace cultivators at this Realm.

Their weapons were empowered by a god, magnifying their power many times over.

For example, the Qingxia Sect Leader wielded a bronze lamp.

His Heart’s Divine Treasure transformed into a sun, which merged into the lamp and illuminated the heavens.

Like a heavenly lamp flying from beyond the world, it hung high in the sky, casting flames upon Ye Fan.

The burning heat evaporated a nearby waterfall, enveloping the atmosphere in mist, as if in an Immortal Realm.

BOOM!

Ye Fan swung his fist towards the bronze lamp, his Combat Power surging like a tide, dispelling the lingering clouds and breaking through the mist on Qing Peak, revealing bright skies.

His golden fist traversed the sky like an ancient war chariot rumbling across the firmament, making the heavens tremble continuously.

This powerful divine energy surged like an ocean, causing the Qingxia Sect Leader and the Grand Elders to pale.

It was simply too terrifying.

Such a young man, at such an age, possessing such vigorous Combat Power—he must be either a rare prodigy or an elite descendant cultivated by the Sacred Lands.

These people were deeply apprehensive.

We’ve already engaged him, so this cannot end amicably.

We must capture him.

Whether to refine or kill him, we’ll decide after figuring out his origins.

The weapons of the ten formidable cultivators joined together, blocking Ye Fan’s golden punch.

Flames surged like the ocean, electric arcs shattered the sky, and the clangorous Divine Sound echoed throughout the Heavenly Universe.

“This child is too powerful; he must be eliminated!” The Qingxia Sect Leader felt a deep fear.

He worried that if Ye Fan were allowed to grow, in just another year or two, they would have no chance.

A Grand Elder let out a clear cry, spitting out a beam of black light from his mouth.

His hands formed seals, releasing eighty-one black lotuses that escorted the black light, slashing toward Ye Fan.

Seeing this, the others also took action, launching fierce attacks.

“Black Lotus scorching the soul, severing form and destroying god!” the Grand Elder shouted loudly.

Eighty-one black lotuses blossomed, their black petals intertwined with the humanoid black light in the center, transforming into a heavenly ghost that pounced toward Ye Fan.

This was a powerful secret art, intended to crack Ye Fan’s soul.

It was capable of devouring divine energy, tearing through protective light screens, and directly impacting the source of a person’s divine sense.

“Just the light of a firefly!” Ye Fan was not afraid.

He shouted lightly, his hands moved, and the offensive Great Technique of the Nine Secret Arts was displayed once again.

Boundless Ocean!

Behind him emerged an ocean, its seawater entirely golden, surging in massive waves.

As he punched, the vast golden ocean transformed into an Azure Dragon, hovering in the air, rising as Ye Fan punched forward.

This was a mighty and earth-shattering killing intent, possessing unimaginable Attack Power.

The Azure Dragon rose from the sea, its roar resounding through the Nine Heavens, audible throughout the entire Qingxia sect.

Devastating!

The eighty-one black lotuses were shattered by the golden dragon punch.

The humanoid heavenly ghost in the center was utterly destroyed, pulverized into dust.

“Where are you going!” Ye Fan charged forward, refusing to let the opponent escape.

Everyone was astonished.

Ye Fan’s Attack Power was too formidable; others could not stop him.

The Grand Elder positioned at the forefront was completely locked onto.

He rushed over in an instant, the Azure Dragon rising from the sea, soaring through the sky, stirring clouds, like a god ruling the world!

SPLAT!

Ye Fan’s punch caused the Grand Elder’s body to shatter inch by inch, then disappear like an illusion.

A powerful Grand Elder was punched to death by him!

The remaining nine were greatly shocked.

Such an offensive Great Technique made their hearts tremble.

Just now, that Grand Elder was considered the blade’s edge, charging ahead, while they were the blade’s body.

Although not a combined effort of ten, it was close.

The opponent directly shattered the blade’s edge, cleanly and decisively killing him, making everyone’s heart pound.

In the distance, Qingxia’s disciples were even more frightened.

Ten powerful cultivators had joined forces to encircle and kill one person, yet one Grand Elder was counter-killed!

“Which Sacred Land are you a descendant of?” the Qingxia Sect Leader asked in a deep voice.

“Can one not have such power unless they’re a descendant of the Sacred Lands?” The ocean behind Ye Fan disappeared.

He walked forward like a drifting white cloud, graceful and sprightly.

“Let’s refine him!” Nine great powerhouses, gods within their Dao Palaces, all emerged.

Eighteen figures formed an inescapable net, locking Ye Fan within it.

However, Ye Fan remained calm and composed.

He effortlessly formed the Moon Seal with his left hand and the Sun Seal with his right, as if he were pushing the Sun and Moon.

Yes, a terrifying scene occurred!

A full moon as large as a grinding disc spun slowly in front of his left hand; a great sun, equally large as a grinding disc, turned slowly before his right hand.

Supreme pressure diffused.

In a state of Heaven and man together, he seemed like a god, propelling the Sun and Moon forward!

Even those hiding afar, the Qingxia sect disciples couldn’t help but tremble.

They had never heard of or seen such secret arts.

The powerful killing intent enveloped them, making them feel a chill deep in their bones.

“‘Such Combat Power is too terrifying!ʼ” Qingxia’s Grand Elders exclaimed, their faces paling as they struggled to contend with Ye Fan.

“‘The various Peacock Kings in their youth were probably only this strong!ʼ” “‘Could he truly be a young Peacock King?

Otherwise, how could he possess such Combat Power!ʼ” “‘If he’s not a descendant of a Sacred Land, then his potential is even more frightening.

Could he possess the legendary divine body?!ʼ” Ye Fan’s left hand formed the Moon Seal, and his right hand the Sun Seal.

He propelled the grinding disc-sized Moon and Sun, crushing them through the sky, shaking the heavens above—relentless and unstoppable.