Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 499: Chapter 504 The Feathered King

Gao Linfeng was sent flying over ten meters by a slap from Ye Fan, crashing into the walls of Miao Yu Temple’s palace chambers. Blood streamed from his mouth and nose.

He trembled with anger, almost fainting on the spot. As an heir of an ancient family, when had he ever suffered such a humiliating loss?

SWISH!

He suddenly sprang up, his whole body radiating a brilliant green glow as he shot toward Ye Fan like an electric current, swirling with Qingxia. A beam of green light erupted from his mouth, slashing forward like a Flood Dragon emerging from water.

BANG!

Ye Fan sneered, standing firm and unmoving in the center of the area. Only when the green light drew near did he reach out and crush it with a golden hand.

Then, he pressed downward. His right hand descended like a golden Heavenly Stele, bearing down on Gao Linfeng until his bones began to crack under the pressure.

THUD!

Gao Linfeng’s knees buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground, spewing blood as his body flew backward, smashing a human-shaped hole through the palace wall.

PFFT!

His lungs felt like they were about to explode with rage! He tried to speak, only to spew out another large mouthful of blood. Just moments ago, he had dismissed Ye Fan as a semi-cripple, unworthy of even sitting here, yet now he was being utterly thrashed, unable to even fight back!

“You…”

Gao Linfeng’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes flickering with ferocity. He wanted to roar in fury, but after uttering that single word, “you,” the rest caught in his throat.

BANG!

Ye Fan’s golden hand, like a Grinding Disc, crashed down, smashing his words back down his throat.

“You… have some nerve!”

Gao Linfeng was sent flying once more. He coughed up blood as he forced out those three words, burning with a rage so intense he nearly shattered his teeth.

BANG!

Ye Fan was too fast. He followed, his whole body blazing with what looked like golden flames, reaching Gao Linfeng in an instant to deliver another golden slap.

THUD!

He moved like a golden lightning bolt, catching up with the airborne Gao Linfeng and, with a vicious slap, sent him crashing to the ground.

It wasn’t that Gao Linfeng lacked strength; rather, Ye Fan was overwhelmingly powerful. He effortlessly suppressed cultivators at the Four Extremes circle of perfection!

Gao Linfeng, hailed as a genius and raised amidst constant praise, felt utterly helpless against Ye Fan’s surging Golden Blood Qi.

Nearby, Wang Chongxiao’s expression changed drastically; he was shocked. He had fought Ye Fan before and knew how terrifying his cultivation base had been then, but what he was witnessing now was even more chilling.

That speed was terrifying, enough to make his hair stand on end! If caught unprepared, even he might not be able to dodge it. It was truly extreme speed!

Ye Fan flashed, leaving a trail of golden light, and retreated into the palace chamber. He sat back down on the sandalwood chair as if he had never moved.

He was perfectly calm, the flame-like golden glow around his body completely retracted. He sat tall and steady, looking down at Gao Linfeng beneath the broken wall without uttering a word.

Yet, for Gao Linfeng, this was more agonizing than a knife twisting in his flesh. To be looked down upon in such a manner by the very person he had intended to humiliate… he felt like dying.

“Do I have the qualifications to sit here now?” Ye Fan suddenly asked with a smile.

PFFT!

Gao Linfeng was so enraged that he spat out three more mouthfuls of blood, then roared, “Old Wang!”

“This old servant is here,” a voice like a night owl’s cry responded from afar, rapidly approaching.

SWISH!

A flash of light. Before the voice had even finished echoing, a figure appeared inside the palace. Seeing the blood at the corner of Gao Linfeng’s mouth and his bloodstained chest, the newcomer’s expression changed dramatically.

“Young Master, what happened to you?” the old man asked. Though portly, he moved with the speed of lightning, quickly helping Gao Linfeng up.

“Old Wang, kill him for me!” Gao Linfeng’s expression was cold and ruthless. Having been helped to his feet, he immediately ordered Ye Fan’s death.

An Miaoyi moved with light, graceful steps, like an Immortal Flower drifting in the wind, exuding a delicate fragrance. With her Immortal Skin and Jade Bone, crystalline skin, lustrous dark hair, and flawless, fairy-like face, she glided forward to mediate.

“Fairy An, step back! This has nothing to do with you!” Gao Linfeng’s expression was cold, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent as he stared fixedly at Ye Fan.

“Miao Yu Temple has never permitted fighting within its palace chambers,” An Miaoyi said softly, her red lips parting slightly.

“There are exceptions to every rule. Today, I am hosting friends here. He is not qualified, and I do not want him sitting here,” Gao Linfeng stated, his expression stern.

SWISH!

The gray-robed old servant attacked. Though he appeared quite corpulent, he was extremely agile. He struck out like lightning, his voice cold, “So, you’re the one with the sacred body? Since you’ve already crippled half your cultivation base, why not go all the way? Allow me to help you with that!”

His five fingers spread wide, shooting out five divine rainbows that pierced the void. His magical power surged like a tsunami, clearly intending to suppress Ye Fan then and there.

THUD!

Ye Fan stood up. His golden fist, like a blazing sun, smashed fiercely forward, shattering myriad techniques with brute force alone!

His physical body was incredibly powerful, its might astonishing. With a single punch, he sealed off the incoming magical power, preventing the old man from even getting close!

This portly old servant was a powerful expert at the Fifth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm. His magical power was as vast as the sea, seemingly endless. He pressed his left hand into the void.

BOOM!

He manifested an Ancient Scroll that unfurled across the void. Hazy mist flowed from it as it rapidly descended, attempting to seal Ye Fan beneath it.

SWISH!

Ye Fan shot out like a fleeting ray of light. He didn’t use his power of the Dao or any divine energy, fighting entirely with his speed and physical body.

Wang Chongxiao had been observing carefully, trying to determine if Ye Fan had truly crippled his own cultivation base. Seeing this, however, he was stunned and could no longer be sure.

“Let this old one help you become a true mortal!”

An expert at the Fifth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm possessed absolute confidence. He was indeed terrifying, manifesting an Ancient Scroll in the void that seemed capable of sealing the heavens and shaking the earth.

However, Ye Fan had already broken through to the peak of the third layer of the Four Extremes realm, a level of power surpassing common understanding. His Combat Power had increased dramatically, making him more than capable of contending with such an opponent.

SWISH!

Ye Fan returned like a faint shadow, still not using any divine energy. He raised his hand to strike, attacking with the extreme speed of the Swift-Step Art and his incomparably strong physical body.

CRASH!

The portly old servant unleashed the Ancient Scroll. He knew how terrifying the physical strength of a sacred body was, so he didn’t dare engage in close combat, opting instead to suppress Ye Fan with magical power.

However, Ye Fan’s speed was even faster than he had imagined. In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan dodged the Ancient Scroll and began to rapidly attack, circling around him.

BANG! THUD! CLANG!

Ye Fan’s entire body exuded an oppressive aura of Golden Blood Qi. He threw punch after punch with a rhythmic intensity, each blow carrying Barbaric Dragon Power, causing the surrounding void to constantly collapse.

This was an astonishing display of power! Without employing his power of the Dao, he shattered space solely with his physical body. His frame brimmed with vigorous Golden Blood Qi, like a Divine Furnace.

This little whelp is truly hard to deal with! the gray-robed old servant thought, inwardly shocked.

Ye Fan moved like a child of light and darkness, his figure flickering in and out of existence. His speed was terrifying as he continually attacked the gray-robed old man, pressing ever closer.

POP!

The Ancient Scroll could no longer hold him back. His pure physical strength was breaking through the overwhelming magical power as he continually advanced, like a rampaging Barbaric Dragon drawing near.

The portly old servant’s heart pounded with fear. He was an expert at the Fifth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm, yet he was struggling this much! The opponent was threatening him with mere physical strength and speed alone!

“You want to cripple my cultivation base and turn me into a mortal? Do you really think you’re capable of that?” Ye Fan’s speed increased even more as he rapidly closed the distance.

His fists and palms shimmered with golden light, seemingly capable of shattering anything. He repeatedly struck out near the portly old man with an increasingly terrifying rhythm.

BOOM!

Finally, Ye Fan exerted immense force. The void in all directions, already battered by his attacks, collapsed completely. He surged forward, his palm glowing crimson-gold as it slammed down like a Heaven-Flipping Seal!

CLANG!

The gray-robed old servant manifested the Ancient Scroll, barely managing to block in front of himself in the nick of time. However, it was instantly shattered by the golden red-blood seal, the scroll image vanishing in a flash.

BANG!

Ye Fan’s palm struck out. It merely grazed the old man’s shoulder, yet a sickening crack of breaking bones echoed out as the gray-robed old servant spewed blood and was sent flying sideways.

Ye Fan arrived before the old man could react, blocking his path of retreat. His golden fingers jabbed out with force. BANG! The gray-robed old servant was slammed into the ground.

“You…” The gray-robed old man’s expression changed drastically. He had said he would help Ye Fan thoroughly cripple his cultivation, to make him a mortal, but he never imagined he himself would be crippled instead!

Gao Linfeng’s face turned deathly pale. He retreated continuously, his expression incredibly ugly as he stammered, “You… you didn’t cripple your own…”

With each step, Ye Fan seemed to vanish, moving like a ghost at an incredible speed. In an instant, his golden fingers were pressed against Gao Linfeng’s forehead.

All the hairs on Gao Linfeng’s body stood on end, and cold sweat drenched his clothes. The physical strength of a sacred body surpassed any sacred weapon; it could break through anything!

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to dodge; he simply couldn’t. His legs grew weak, and he could barely remain standing as he felt the chilling threat of death.

Ye Fan exerted the slightest pressure. Golden light flickered from his fingertips. Gao Linfeng immediately collapsed weakly to the ground, trembling as he pleaded, “Please, don’t kill me.”

“Brother Ye, perhaps you could spare him this once,” Wang Chongxiao spoke up. It was rare to see this once incredibly forceful and arrogant man so subdued.

“Where it’s possible to spare someone, one should spare them,” a clear voice suddenly drifted in from outside the palace. A man in pristine white robes, utterly untouched by dust, appeared as if treading on moonlight as he entered.

Ye Fan’s fingers gave a light push. Gao Linfeng nearly screamed in terror, falling backward onto the ground, completely drenched in sweat.

He felt utterly humiliated. His life hadn’t been taken, but a single, casual movement from the other party had reduced him to such a pathetic state. This was an unbearable disgrace! He wanted to roar, to vent his fury, but he could only forcibly suppress it.

“You are… Xu Zixuan,” Wang Chongxiao said, his expression tensing. He clearly hadn’t expected this person to appear.

“Xu Zixuan of the Central States.” The newcomer was refined and handsome, with a peaceful expression. He stepped into the palace, nodding and smiling at everyone present.

“Xu Zixuan, the Feathered King of the Central States?” An Miaoyi’s beautiful eyes lit up with surprise, a hint of disbelief in her tone.

“Greetings, Fairy An,” Xu Zixuan replied with a smile and a nod.

From Wang Chongxiao’s and An Miaoyi’s expressions, Ye Fan could deduce that this newcomer must have a significant background; otherwise, they wouldn’t react in such a way.

Ascending through ecdysis, a complete metamorphosis—this described an exceptionally rare physique, one that might not appear even once in tens of thousands of years. It was reputed to be peerless in its generation, hence the title “Feathered King.”

This type of physique was terrifying, possessing advantages that other ‘kings’ could not match. In the process of cultivation, it was akin to a Divine Cocoon undergoing metamorphosis, breaking forth as a butterfly.

With each breakthrough into a new Great Secret Realm, a new divine treasure within the body would open, unlocking boundless potential. This path of Transformation into an Immortal earned them the epithet of “peerless king” in the Central States.