Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 594: Chapter 598: The Younger Brother of Ancient Emperors

The Yin Yang Saint Heir coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. A large foot had stepped on his chest, nearly crushing his body. What humiliation was this? Just as he made his move, he was directly stomped from the sky onto the ground.

His gaze was sinister, unable to utter a single word. He knew his position as a Saint Heir was over, and most likely his life wouldn’t be spared either. Though he wished he could tear Ye Fan limb from limb, he could only harbor such thoughts, gritting his teeth in anger.

“Stop!”

A total of eighteen Saint Son Level figures had followed. Some of them shouted, each unleashing spiritual treasures forward. One of them shook a Purple Jade Bell, from which a Purple Phoenix flew out to attack.

Ye Fan used his fingers like a sword, stabbing upwards. PUFF! With a soft sound, the Purple Phoenix turned to ashes. Then he struck repeatedly, and all eight spiritual treasures shattered, turning into streams of light that vanished into the air.

Silently, a tall figure flew in from the distant mountains, extending a large hand and slamming down with it.

BOOM!

Laws intertwined and the power of the Dao surged. A single hand blotted out the sky. Below, the cliff face rang with continuous CRASHES as eight entire peaks collapsed in succession.

The large hand was pitch black like ink, shrouding the sky like a dark cloud, covering Ye Fan beneath it. The ground below sank more than ten zhang (over thirty meters), artificially crushed into a deep valley.

RUMBLE…

Rocks pierced the sky. All eighteen prodigious talents retreated immediately, fearing they would be caught within. A sovereign was taking action.

Ye Fan lifted the Yin Yang Saint Heir and leaped three thousand zhang (nearly ten kilometers), then crossed another five kilometers. After several flashes, he appeared in the distant sky. He saw an elder in green robes, a top expert of the Yin Yang Sect.

“Put him down,” the sovereign spoke calmly, standing on the mountain peak, his long robe fluttering in the gentle wind.

He knew the Saint Heir was involved in this operation, and it was with his approval, intending to draw out Ye Fan. But he had never anticipated that the fiend from the Eastern Wastelands would trample the Saint Heir into the ground within moments.

For the Yin Yang Sect, this was a humiliation. The Saint Heir represented their future hope, yet in Ye Fan’s presence, he had proven utterly fragile, stomped half to death by a single foot. This was equivalent to slapping their faces.

“You say put him down, and I should?” Ye Fan inverted the captive in his hand, dangling him head down like a dead fish.

“You…”

“This is…”

“Ye Fan, a clean death is one thing, but you’re going too far!”

Around them, several figures appeared, their expressions changing upon seeing this scene. The Saint Heir represented the prestige of the Yin Yang Sect. Being handled like a chicken or a duck was a ruthless mockery and contempt towards the sect.

“Put him down, or our sect will extract your Three Souls and Seven Spirits, seal you in the Sea Suppressing Eye forever, and refine you for a thousand years!”

“Ye Zhetian, don’t push things too far!”

Ye Fan laughed loudly at these words. “You chase me all over the world and still have the gall to say such things? Is it even worth saying? Would I comply?!”

“Valuing your sacred body, a rarity for a thousand generations, I don’t wish to stifle such a prodigy.” The supreme expert from the Yin Yang Sect walked forward slowly. “Join our sect, and I’ll spare your life. Become a Yang Child, and all enmities will be absolved.”

“A Yang Child… to be enslaved by you?” Ye Fan scoffed. The sect’s Yin Maidens and Yang Children were merciless killing machines, enslaved and controlled. Even now, they looked down on him, uttering such words, treating him as if he were utterly insignificant.

“Put the Saint Heir down! Or you know, the disciple of the Divine Calculator has emerged. He can divine the world’s secrets and deduce everything. You have no way to escape.”

“I will certainly seek out the disciple of the Divine Calculator,” Ye Fan retorted, backing away.

“Put the Saint Heir down, and we guarantee your body and divine scan will survive. You will transform into a sect-protecting Yang Child.” A group of people closed in from all sides, appearing on various mountain peaks.

“So becoming your sect’s Yang Child is supposed to be a blessing for me?” Ye Fan lifted the Yin Yang Saint Heir and then fiercely threw him towards them.

Someone attempted to catch him, but the Yin Yang Saint Heir screamed. Midway, his body shattered into pieces and burst into furious flames before turning into ashes.

Ye Fan executed the Yin Yang Saint Heir in front of them all, then turned and left, rushing towards the distant sky.

“Pursue!”

An enraged Grand Elder shouted, “Another Saint Heir killed, and by the same person! This will undoubtedly become a laughingstock, spreading across all the Great Sects!”

This was too humiliating. Two successive Saint Heirs killed by Ye Fan. Was there anything more damaging to their prestige than this? Such an event hadn’t occurred in nearly a hundred years.

HAHA… Ye Fan laughed. “I look forward to you choosing a third Saint Heir!”

“Pursue him! Don’t let him escape!” a half-step sovereign commanded. Normally, no junior would dare speak to them this way, yet today this young fiend had repeatedly provoked them.

“There’s no need to pursue,” said the green-robed elder from the Yin Yang Sect. “An Absolute Array has been laid out within a thousand-li radius (five hundred kilometers). This time, he won’t escape even if he had wings.”

Ye Fan flew towards the distant sky, only to see it covered in gray mist. Endless fog swirled, and Yin Yang Qi intertwined, sealing off all directions.

Array Patterns are imprinted on the mountains!

He was shocked. These weren’t ordinary Array Patterns. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be so vast, encompassing hundreds of li (hundreds of kilometers) within.

“Ye Zhetian!” someone yelled from nearby. Eighteen experts from the Qi Shi Mansion appeared not far off. One of them roared, spurring everyone to charge forward.

Ye Fan hadn’t paid much attention while dealing with the Yin Yang Saint Heir. Now, he finally noticed a Demon Level figure among them, dressed in oversized clothing that concealed a short stature.

It was an eight or nine-year-old child, fair-skinned and tender, with bright, spirited eyes. Standing among the young adults, he looked strangely out of place due to his extreme youth.

This was the youngest prodigy from the Qi Shi Mansion. Only nine years old, he had already reached the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. His entry into the mansion had alarmed a group of their elders.

“Do you also wish to kill me?” Ye Fan smiled.

“You’re not allowed to laugh!” the nine-year-old boy said domineeringly, his expression turning cold.

“Quite the temper,” Ye Fan laughed heartily.

“I told you, you’re not allowed to laugh! Or this young master will suppress you!” The nine-year-old boy was incredibly arrogant, pointing a finger at Ye Fan.

“You’re just a little brat. Go home and drink your milk. I don’t have time to humor children,” Ye Fan’s words were rather sharp.

Nearby, the other seventeen almost burst into laughter but managed to hold it back. They knew very well that this child’s background was terrifying, and they dared not offend him.

“Sacred body, how dare you disrespect me? Come here, kowtow and apologize, and I’ll spare your life!” the nine-year-old boy, Wang Chong, shouted. He stood on a mountain rock, his head held high.

Ye Fan had never seen such an overbearing child before. He was momentarily stunned. This boy was even more arrogant than the Golden-winged Little Peng King, more insolent than Xia Jiuyou.

“Little brat, your elders have truly spoiled you. Today, I’ll teach you a lesson on their behalf and spank your bottom into sixteen pieces!”

“Ye Zhetian, you’re finished! You’ve angered me, and now no one in this world can save you!” the youth Wang Chong said coldly, his merciless expression belying his age.

He leaped a hundred zhang (over three hundred meters), soaring into the high heavens. Seeing him make a move, everyone else quickly moved aside, their hearts filled with apprehension.

Wang Chong’s hands formed a Dragon Seal. Like a True Dragon, he let out a roar that resounded through the Nine Heavens. Nine Azure Dragons materialized, shaking their heads and waving their tails, ferocious and savage, as they pounced towards Ye Fan.

BANG! BANG!…

Ye Fan unleashed nine palm strikes. Each palm radiated dazzling golden light, and his Golden Blood Qi surged like an ancient volcano erupting, causing the expressions of all onlookers to change.

However, the nine golden Great Hand Seals in the void failed to scatter the nine dragons. The azure Dragon Scales shimmered, their dragon bodies powerful, like a steel Great Wall, rolling downwards.

WHOOSH…

A fierce wind assailed them. The nine Azure Dragons were robust and vigorous, leaping a thousand zhang (over three kilometers) in a single bound. Some extended their claws, shattering cliffs. Others opened their blood-red maws, swallowing a mountain peak whole. Yet others swung their tails and, BANG! demolished an entire mountain range.

Ye Fan was shocked. Contending with nine Azure Dragons, he hadn’t expected this nine-year-old to be so formidable, far surpassing average Saint Heirs.

This child, at such a young age, had already reached the Fourth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm. He was many times more powerful than others of the same level, absolutely capable of killing someone at the Ninth Transformation.

Ye Fan was amazed. No wonder he’s called a prodigy. At such a young age, his natural talent far exceeds those so-called geniuses; they’re simply incomparable.

ROAR…

The dragon’s roar shook Qingming. The nine Azure Dragons, formed of flesh and blood, possessed a powerful aura. With a single claw, one shattered a mountain peak, causing the nearby onlookers to gasp in cold dread.

PUFF!

An Azure Dragon exhaled, and a sheet of azure light descended. Four or five mountain ridges vanished, leaving behind a scorched wasteland.

SNAP!

Ye Fan’s golden giant hand stamped through the void, breaking an Azure Dragon. But amidst the dripping blood and gore, it reconnected its fractured body and dived down once more.

The other eight Azure Dragons roared, collapsing a large mountain on the ground. All of them charged down. The Nine Dragons battled, devouring heaven and splitting earth.

“You think because you’re a sacred body, you’re invincible? This young master was born to kill trash like you King Bodies and sacred bodies!” the nine-year-old Wang Chong shouted with unbridled arrogance, his hands forming Dragon Seals, commanding the nine dragons in battle.

“This prodigy is truly terrifying. Only nine years old! If he’s allowed to mature, who will be able to restrain him?” a Saint Son Level figure whispered nearby.

“He’s someone blessed by great fortune. He fell into a Dragon Cave in his childhood and obtained enormous benefits. Some say he devoured Dragon Blood; others claim he consumed a vast amount of Dragon Marrow.”

“A sovereign from the Qi Shi Mansion studied his physique and said he could live for at least five thousand years—and that’s the most conservative estimate! We truly have no idea what kind of Immortal Treasure he obtained in that Dragon Cave.”

“Still, for someone his age, such a personality is a bit too much.”

“There’s no helping it. He achieved success at such a young age, and he has that elder brother whom everyone in the younger generation avoids. Who would dare provoke him?”

“Ye Fan! Ye Zhetian! I don’t care if you’re a sacred body or an Immortal Body! Today, you die! I’m going to slay you nine times over!” Wang Chong shouted.

WHOOSH… The fierce wind intensified. The nine Azure Dragons twisted their robust bodies, like nine mountain ridges, and charged down simultaneously.

Nine Dragons Devouring Emperor!

Wang Chong formed the Dragon Seal, his expression cold and merciless. He used the nine dragons to suppress Ye Fan, intending to tear him to shreds.

“That’s the ultimate killing Holy Technique within the Dragon Seal, Nine Dragons Devouring Emperor! It can kill across several Realms!” Further back, everyone gasped, their faces paling.

“He truly is someone with immense karmic fortune to have fallen into a Dragon Cave and received such plentiful benefits!” Everyone was incredibly envious.

“Little brat, I don’t have time to play with you!” Suddenly, Ye Fan leaped up, charging head-on at the nine dragons.

RIP!

He grabbed an Azure Dragon and, with a fierce pull, tore it apart. A rain of blood flew. It was simple, direct, and extremely violent!

“You possess great fortune, having fallen into a Dragon Cave. Today, hand over everything you have to me!” Ye Fan sneered.

RIP!

This time, he grabbed three Azure Dragons at once. With a loud roar, he exerted force with both hands. Blood light sprayed as the Azure Dragons were torn into nine segments.

“You…” Wang Chong was shocked and enraged. He formed the Dragon Seal and struck out forcefully. The Nine Dragons Devouring Heaven reappeared.

“Did you truly obtain an Immortal Treasure from the Dragon Cave? It’s quite extraordinary. Let me relieve you of it.” Ye Fan didn’t treat him as a child. He struck fiercely, his right hand transforming into a Golden Heavenly Stele that pressed down.

BANG!

The Golden Heavenly Stele slammed onto Wang Chong’s back, knocking him into a heap of rubble.

“It’s over! The sacred body is doomed this time! He actually hit Wang Chong! His elder brother will surely emerge—he’s said to be a reincarnation of an ancient emperor! Who can possibly resist him?!”