Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 542: Chapter 546: Overlooking All Saint Heirs

“Hahaha…”

On each snow-capped peak, everyone was laughing—some with mockery, some full of hatred, and some with unconcealed murderous intent, their expressions varied.

Just a cultivator of the Four Extremes secret boundary, how could he battle so many people? Among them are top figures from the older generation! They considered this a joke.

“Do you dream of killing us all?!”

They didn’t want to give Ye Fan the slightest chance. This time, all thirteen Saint Heir level figures had appeared. Even some Grand Elders had been invited, all determined to kill him.

“Where is Yiyi?” Ye Fan asked calmly.

“Ye Fan, still thinking of rescuing someone? You can barely take care of yourself, yet you’re worried about others. Don’t you find that ridiculous?!” Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai sneered.

“Bring her out,” a voice commanded from the shadows.

In the distance, on another snowy peak, Liu Yiyi appeared. Her body was thin and weak, her bare feet stained with blood, and her clothes were tattered; she looked utterly pitiful.

“You people truly have some nerve, daring to lay hands on such a helpless girl?!” Ye Fan’s murderous intent intensified.

Among them, several Saint Heirs turned stiff-faced upon hearing this. They all belonged to a temporary organization, and none knew the others’ true identities.

Slaying Saint Alliance… Ye Fan muttered, now understanding how they had joined forces.

“Ye Fan…” Liu Yiyi, looking extremely gaunt, called weakly from afar. “Don’t worry about me! Just go! I didn’t call for help; they mimicked my voice!”

“Don’t worry,” Ye Fan smiled, like a ray of dawn dispelling the gloom. “Regardless of whether that’s true or not, I came to save you. Everything will be fine.”

“Will it really be fine?” Dayan Saint Heir Xiang Yifei chuckled. “If I were to publicly sever her beautiful head, wouldn’t you be stricken with pain and regret?”

“I know you won’t do that. You’d rather see me bleeding out on this mountain peak, wouldn’t you? You want more people, Yiyi included, to witness my miserable demise.”

“Do you know who we are?” Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai asked mockingly.

“Does knowing make any difference?” Ye Fan replied calmly, his gaze sweeping over everyone. “Release Yiyi. I’ve fulfilled my promise and come. Surely, you can manage something as simple as that?”

“Certainly, no problem. Your arrival is sufficient; she’s merely insignificant,” someone remarked indifferently.

“Absolutely not! Make him kneel and beg us!” Wanchu Sacred Lady Zhao Yanran’s voice was cold, dripping with resentment.

In the Wanchu Sacred Land, not only had their Saint Heir been slain, but even their Peacock King had fallen. She wished for nothing more than to kill Ye Fan immediately.

“There’s nothing more to discuss. Kill him!” Behind the Wanchu Sacred Lady, a Grand Elder spoke and was the first to move, flying forward like a specter.

As he moved, everyone pressed forward, unwilling to be left behind, for Ye Fan possessed a great treasure—the Origin Qi foundation.

CLANG!

Suddenly and silently, a crack appeared in the void beside Ye Fan. A Divine Light shot out, aiming for his head.

POP! Ye Fan shattered the Divine Light with a single motion. Then, forming a hand seal like a blade, he slashed into the void, splitting a black-clad man in two. Blood rained down like a torrent.

Throughout this, he remained perfectly calm. “If you want to kill me, do it openly,” he said. “Why bother skulking in the shadows?”

The crowd quickly closed in, surrounding him. Killing intent filled the air, shadows of swords and sabers danced, and various spiritual treasures hovered menacingly.

“Isn’t there a single person willing to duel me? Or are you all too afraid?” Ye Fan taunted.

“I’ve always wanted to test your true strength. Everyone, hold back for a moment. Let me gauge his capabilities!” proclaimed Jin Chixiao, heir of the Northern Plains Golden Family.

He was indeed a powerhouse. The last time, a god he had conjured entered the killing array, demonstrating Saint Heir level combat power. It was hard to say just how terrifying his true cultivation base was.

“Let me go first!” Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai shouted, being the first to act. Having advanced to the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm, he was brimming with confidence.

BOOM!

Before him, a golden warship materialized. It used the void as its ocean and the essence of heaven and earth as its Source, radiating tens of thousands of rays of light as it charged forward.

“The Sky-breaking Divine Ship!” someone exclaimed.

This golden warship traversed into nothingness, disappearing in an instant. However, a terrifying Qi mechanism surged between heaven and earth, as if a malevolent spirit from the Abyss was about to emerge.

It was impossible to determine where it would emerge or what combat power it would display; danger lurked in the unknown.

BOOM!

A sound like the Heavenly Drum of the immortal world thundered through the mortal realm, deafening all. The golden warship abruptly appeared before Ye Fan, crushing forward.

Indeed, it was like a great golden Grinding Disc, rumbling continuously and shaking the four directions. Even this sacred ground, where a Holy Spirit had fallen and which was protected by mysterious restraining forces, seemed to experience a slight earthquake-like tremor. The noise was thunderous.

BOOM!

Faced with such a warship, Ye Fan displayed no other Holy Technique. He simply punched heavenward!

His golden fist, like a Divine Mountain, smashed through the void with a single blow. It struck the ship’s underside heavily, emitting a brilliant radiance.

CRACK!

A sound that made hearts tremble rang out. A crack appeared on the ship’s underside, slowly spreading.

“What!”

“How is this possible?”

Everyone was astounded. This was a weapon interwoven with partial Laws! Though not yet perfected, it was as if a Dao had descended upon the world.

DANG!

Ye Fan’s second punch shot forth. There were no flashy moves, only an irresistibly powerful iron fist that slammed into the warship, preventing it from crushing down.

CRACK!

This time, the sound was even louder. A large, clear crack fractured open. The ship shook, and its brilliance spilled outward, spreading like ripples across the snowy mountains.

This is bad! Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai had advanced to the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm and was full of confidence. However, he hadn’t intended a life-and-death duel with Ye Fan, merely wanting to probe his strength. Now, he realized his secret treasure was about to be destroyed.

BUZZ.

The Golden Warship attempted to flee, no longer trying to crush Ye Fan, but it was too late.

Ye Fan’s black hair whipped around as his third punch struck. The force emanating from the golden light of his fist was terrifying to behold.

DANG!

The Golden Warship was pierced through. Then, with a BOOM, it disintegrated in the void. Various fragments flew in all directions, falling towards the four corners of the earth.

It was comparable to a Saint Master Level weapon, yet he had shattered it directly with his bare fist. This shocked everyone, including the Grand Elders present.

Right now, in terms of sheer physical strength, who in this world could possibly compare to him? Everyone felt apprehensive. If they were caught in close combat with him, they would absolutely meet a gruesome end.

Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai suffered a backlash. This was a secret treasure he had acquired only recently, one he intended to fuse with his very life essence, and his divine scan had been immersed within it. At this moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ye Fan laughed loudly. “Is that all you’ve got? Anyone else want to try? If not, you can all come at me together!”

CLANG!

Dayan Saint Heir Xiang Yifei drew out a Jade Sword Soul. He spat out a wisp of Innate Essence Qi, and with a HUM, the Jade Sword Soul vanished.

From the sky, three strands of Innate Divine Light descended. From these, three Sword Souls were nurtured, transforming into Supreme Sword Embryos, each resonating with a different Great Dao!

“Human King Sword, strike!” Xiang Yifei shouted sharply.

CLANG!

The first Supreme Sword Embryo transformed into a streak of green light that seemed to cleave heaven and earth, traversing the sky like an eternal divine radiance.

PFFT! Ye Fan stood unmoving, spitting out a strand of Innate Essence Qi to meet the attack.

Everyone was astonished. The sacred body’s Origin Power was too formidable, almost beyond belief! The Innate Essence Qi he spat out was like a surging golden river, engulfing the void.

Golden Holy Light surged and billowed, dyeing every inch of space a dazzling gold. This was the sacred body’s Innate Essence Qi, as vast as an ocean!

Without any suspense, the so-called Human King Sword shattered with a CRACK! It turned to dust in the void, the Supreme Sword Embryo becoming smoke, then burning into flying ash.

“Heaven and Earth Sword! Vast and primordial! Annihilate all things!” Dayan Saint Heir Xiang Yifei roared, as the remaining two Sword Souls transformed into divine light and cleaved downwards.

PUFF! PUFF!

Yet, under Ye Fan’s Innate Qi, both Supreme Sword Embryos shattered, ceasing to exist. They were destroyed before they could even strike.

“Is that all? Anyone else care to try?!” Ye Fan laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping over the thirteen Saint Heir Level individuals, looking down on them with disdain.

Although the thirteen Saint Heir Level individuals were unaware of each other’s true identities, having concealed their faces with secret treasures, they couldn’t help but feel their faces burn with humiliation.

To be challenged by a single person—all thirteen of them—was unimaginable. They were all chosen of heaven, and never before had anyone dared to treat them with such contempt.

“Why don’t you all come at me together?” Ye Fan declared, laughing boisterously. Facing thirteen Saint Heirs alone, he seemed utterly fearless.

The group surged forward together, a murderous aura enveloping them.

“Kneel before us like a dog!” snarled Wanchu Sacred Lady Zhao Yanran, gritting her teeth.

Though a woman of great beauty, she was ruthless. Her eyes were cold, and she hated Ye Fan to the core, her killing intent boundless.

“A woman like you can only resort to ganging up on me. Otherwise, if one of you comes, I’ll kill one. If two come, I’ll kill a pair!” Ye Fan beckoned to her with a finger. “Still not convinced? I can kill you with a single finger. Do you dare to come over?”

“How arrogant!”

Beside them, Jin Chixiao finally made his move. His five internal organs resonated in unison, emitting a Heavenly Sound as five divine lights shot out from him.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

In the void, five gods appeared, manifesting the Five Elements. Then, the cycle of earth, fire, wind, and water began to turn, opening up a small world born from within the myriad heavens.

“Such skill! His comprehension of space has reached such a level!” Even the elder figures present were shocked and filled with awe.

“Break for me!”

Ye Fan didn’t dodge. Instead, he strode forward boldly, taking the initiative. His hands moved, evolving his own Dao.

It wasn’t a Holy Technique, yet it was earth-shattering. This was strength at its zenith, perfectly in tune with his physical body. His entire being transformed into a divine light.

One force to annihilate myriad dharmas!

He used no techniques, just raw power to destroy all things—simple, direct, one force to sunder the heavens! He himself became a weapon, annihilating everything in his path.

CRACK!

The small world manifested by the Five Elements shattered in an instant, vanishing into the void.

Jin Chixiao retreated, not pressing for a life-and-death struggle, a look of astonishment on his face.

Nearby, Wanchu Sacred Lady Zhao Yanran attacked. Her technique, “Shattered Dreams Like Smoke,” swept forward as a brilliant expanse of mist and rain.

BOOM!

In response, the Chaos Green Lotus materialized beside Ye Fan. Endless misty tendrils vibrated in unison, causing her attack to vanish like illusory flowers, disappearing completely.

The various Saint Heirs stepped forward one after another, each testing his depth and displaying their supreme skills.

However, despite these thirteen prodigies attacking relentlessly, they could not breach his defenses. Ye Fan repelled each one, and some even coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

“Why don’t you all come at me together!” Ye Fan laughed again.

“Kill!”

Finally, several charged forward together. Even some of the elder figures prepared to attack, unwilling to give him any more chances.

SPLAT!

“ARGH…”

Screams erupted amidst a shower of blood. In that fleeting moment, Ye Fan suddenly unleashed a ruthless assault. Activating the All Secret and executing the Xing Word Formula, he lunged forward.

A Saint Heir was instantly battered by his bare hands, turning into a bloody pulp and dying a gruesome death on the spot.

Simultaneously, he tore off one of Wanchu Sacred Lady Zhao Yanran’s arms, blood spraying violently.

“You…!” Wanchu Sacred Lady Zhao Yanran nearly fainted. She stumbled back into the crowd, her beautiful face pale with a mixture of terror and fury.

“Alright, you’ve all tested him enough. It’s time to kill him now!” an elderly man declared.

“I was thinking the exact same thing!” Ye Fan retorted, a cold, fierce smile on his face as he confronted them all.