Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 308 - 309 Chapter 314 The Lion's Big Mouth

309: Chapter 314: The Lion’s Big Mouth 309: Chapter 314: The Lion’s Big Mouth There will be a total of three chapters.

I’m going to write the second chapter right away.

Brothers, I’m counting on your monthly tickets to give me motivation.

________________ Xu Yuan could not be said to be weak.

At just nineteen, he was in the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace realm, quite extraordinary among his age group.

Surrounded by divine radiance, he fought back with all his might.

Alas, he had encountered Ye Fan.

Facing the Ancient Desolation Sacred Body, all his efforts were futile; he could neither break free nor fight back!

The large golden hand grabbed his collar and lifted him, clamping onto him like a pair of pliers.

Ye Fan held him with one hand while wielding the God-beating Whip in the other.

Swift as a phantom, he rushed back to the original battlefield, intending to kill the other two cultivators at the Four Extremes realm.

Xu Yuan’s face was pale as he desperately resisted.

He used the Green Gold Sky-breaking Hand to slash at Ye Fan’s arm, his palms glowing green, parable to spiritual jadeite, gleaming brilliantly.

CLANG!

Unfortunately, despite his Miracle Technique, he couldn’t even harm Ye Fan’s skin.

Instead, his own hands throbbed with pain, his green gold-like fingers dripping blood.

“Save your strength!” A cold smile touched the corner of Ye Fan’s mouth as he held Xu Yuan by the collar, dangling him in mid-air like a chick.

“Put the young master down, quickly!

Do you know who he is?

Your ferocity will bring an unimaginable disaster upon you!” a cultivator from the Four Extremes secret realm blustered.

He could only resort to using Xu Yuan’s identity as a threat now; the thought of fighting chilled him to the bone, as their earlier joint attack by four people had already resulted in two deaths.

Ye Fan sneered, “I dared to burn even the Grand Elders of the Ji Family to death.

Why should I be concerned about you lot?” He strode forward, swinging the God-beating Whip.

It descended like Mt.

Tai crashing down, its power as heavy as a mountain, smashing down in an instant.

This expert from the Four Extremes secret realm paled.

He formed a Qilin Seal with both hands, and a black radiance shone before him as a black, qilin-like creature appeared, roaring as it charged forward.

SWISH!

Ye Fan vibrated his cauldron, and a wisp of Origin Qi shot out like a Chaotic Sword Aura, inparably sharp, instantly splitting the black, qilin-like creature.

THUD!

The ten fingers of this cultivator from the Four Extremes secret realm trembled as he shot out dazzling beams of divine radiance towards Ye Fan, causing the very void to shake.

BOOM!

Nearby, Tu Fei took action, unwilling to remain on the sidelines.

He brandished the replica of the Ancient Heaven-devouring Jar; its peerless might made souls tremble.

The cultivator screamed in terror.

After all, he couldn’t pare to the major Saint Heirs.

His body was nearly sucked into the jar, and he found himself immobilized in mid-air.

A replica of a peak weapon, though inplete and with materials and Dao Glyphs vastly inferior to the original, was still extremely terrifying.

At such a critical juncture, he had no other choice.

He unleashed all his spiritual treasures, directing them towards the replica of the Ancient Heaven-devouring Jar.

Brilliant lights flashed, exceptionally dazzling in the night sky.

He successively unleashed more than a dozen spiritual treasures, striking with all his might, causing the void to tremble as he exhausted his power in the attack.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Ye Fan strode forward, swinging the God-beating Whip.

One spiritual treasure after another shattered.

The cultivator screamed miserably and fell backward onto the ground.

His divine sense was severely damaged.

Even before Ye Fan could kill him, he could no longer support himself and writhed on the ground.

PUFF!

The cauldron above Ye Fan’s head released a wisp of primal chaos, instantly grinding him into fine powder.

He became a pool of bloody mud, utterly destroyed in form and spirit.

The other cultivator from the Four Extremes secret realm was not so loyal.

He had been watching coldly from the sidelines, and seeing the unfavorable turn of events, he turned to flee.

“Black Emperor, seal the perimeter for me!

Don’t let a single one escape!” Ye Fan transmitted his voice.

Xu Yuan was his captive; if news of this spread, the consequences would be severe.

The third great bandit, Xu Tianxiong, was even more terrifying than the sovereign Green Flood Dragon King!

In the distance, a black fog surged.

The cultivator from the Four Extremes secret realm and the others attempting to escape were all blocked, unable to break through.

“Why bother running?

Didn’t you say you wanted me to kneel here and offer up the Origin Qi Cauldron?” Ye Fan strode forward in pursuit.

“The cauldron is right here.

e and take it if you can.” “You… you dare to lay a hand on Xu Tianxiong’s grandson?

Stop now, and there’s still a chance to salvage this situation,” the cultivator from the Four Extremes secret realm said, not possessing much backbone.

“It has already e to this, and you still think you can salvage it?” Tu Fei acted, summoning the replica of the Ancient Heaven-devouring Jar.

A black hole immediately formed in the air.

The ancient earthen jar possessed an astonishing devouring power, like a bottomless pit capable of swallowing even one’s Heart Spirit.

This man was no Yao Xi, nor could he pare to the major Saint Heirs.

Naturally, he was unable to resist the Heaven-devouring Demon Jar.

He moved with difficulty, as if trapped in a quagmire.

“You…” he screamed in terror.

Ye Fan had approached, God-beating Whip in hand.

He was already struggling to contend with the Heaven-devouring Jar; facing someone like Ye Fan, who resembled an Ancient War God, meant certain death!

Ye Fan, radiating killing intent, had no intention of sparing him.

The cultivator knew that even begging for mercy would be useless.

A fierce glint appeared in his eyes as he said, “If you kill us, you won’t live either!

Xu Heng will take action, and Xu Tianxiong won’t stand idly by while his grandson is killed!” He spat out a rain of swords.

Over a hundred flying swords, each crystalline as if forged from stars, inparably sharp and flashing with divine radiance, shot towards Ye Fan.

CRACK!

CRACK!

It was all in vain.

Using a divine scan to launch weapons at Ye Fan was like trying to extinguish a fire with paper.

Ye Fan swung the God-beating Whip, shattering dozens of flying swords in succession.

The cultivator let out a loud cry and fell backward to the ground.

His cultivation base was higher than Ye Fan’s, yet he couldn’t withstand his opponent’s assault.

He died filled with immense resentment, unable to rest in peace.

THWIP!

Ye Fan pointed his finger.

A golden ray shot out, leaving a bloody hole in the cultivator’s forehead and ending his life.

Tu Fei was no pushover either.

When he struck, he did so without hesitation, sweeping the surroundings with the Ancient Heaven-devouring Demon Vessel.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan paused.

The cultivators of the Four Extremes secret realm had all been killed by him, and the remaining ones were not worth fearing.

He looked down at Xu Yuan.

At this moment, all ten of Xu Yuan’s fingers had been shattered.

Blood flowed freely, and the green light emanating from them was dazzling, casting a somewhat terrifying scene.

His finger bones appeared broken, and he was unable to exert any strength.

“Put me down.

I have something to say to you,” Xu Yuan said in a deep voice.

WHACK!

Ye Fan slapped him across the face and sneered, “Still trying to put on airs with me?

Want to tell me you’re Xu Tianxiong’s grandson?

Sorry, I already knew!” “You…” Xu Yuan’s face was ashen, and he trembled with rage.

However, he quickly controlled his emotions and said, “That’s not what I mean.

I want to have a proper talk with you.

Perhaps we can bee friends; there’s no need to be enemies.” “Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Ye Fan slapped him again.

“Who was it just now, acting all nonchalant, demanding I kneel on the ground and offer up the Origin Qi Cauldron with both hands?” “We only got to know each other through fighting.

Even though there was conflict, we can still bee friends,” Xu Yuan’s voice gradually calmed.

He knew the man before him dared to cause trouble even with the Sacred Lands.

If he continued yelling, oblivious to the mortal danger he was in, he would surely be slapped to death.

“That’s true.

We fight to know each other; only those who’ve fought can truly know each other.” Ye Fan forcefully slammed him onto the ground.

Xu Yuan’s eyes rolled back, and he almost passed out.

THUD!

Ye Fan kicked out, sending Xu Yuan flying as if he were a ball.

He caught up within five steps and, with a slap in mid-air, smashed him back to the ground, breaking several of his bones.

Xu Yuan spat blood.

He struggled a few times but couldn’t get up.

A strained smile appeared on his face as he said, “You’ve vented your anger.

Let’s have a proper talk now.

Actually, I don’t have a good impression of people from the Sacred Lands either.

We can cooperate.” How could Ye Fan believe his words?

Tu Fei had warned him that this person was rotten from head to toe, mitted all sorts of evil, and held deep grudges.

With a grandfather no one dared to offend and a brother who was unrivaled among the descendants of great bandits, Xu Yuan was capable of any heinous act.

WHACK!

Ye Fan slapped him across the face again, sending him flying.

Blood streamed from his mouth as he tumbled through the air.

“Don’t kill him, or the trouble will be truly immense!” Tu Fei said, having finished off the others and approached.

“Brother Tu, our families have known each other for generations…” Xu Yuan shouted loudly towards Tu Fei.

THUD!

Ye Fan kicked him into the sky.

His large golden palm struck repeatedly, making Xu Yuan wail like a banshee.

Even at the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace realm, he couldn’t withstand the golden palm-fingers of the Ancient Desolation Sacred Body.

In the end, Xu Yuan was almost crippled by the golden hand, and the sounds he emitted were no longer human.

“Stop… hitting me…” Xu Yuan was genuinely dazed from the beating.

Growing up, no one had dared to touch a hair on his head.

He had mitted all sorts of evil, always being the one to dominate others.

Today, he had demanded Ye Fan kneel and offer the cauldron, only to end up in this miserable state.

Ye Fan slapped him a few more times before stopping.

Sitting in the soft chair, he said, “I’ll give you a chance too.

Apologize to me and offer all your Source.

Maybe then I’ll spare your life.” “Alright, no problem.” Xu Yuan gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground.

As long as I can survive, I’ll do anything.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes and vanished.

Radiance flickered, and a pile of Source appeared on the ground.

It was over eight hundred pounds, multicolored, and exceptionally mesmerizing under the night sky, immediately drawing attention.

“Just this little?

At most, it can ensure one of your ears remains intact,” Ye Fan’s voice was cold.

Xu Yuan seethed with hatred, cursing Ye Fan venomously in his heart, but he didn’t let it show.

He said, “Although I have Source, it’s impossible for me to carry all of it on my person.

If you want more, I can retrieve it for you.” “Are you trying to get your grandfather to deal with me?” Ye Fan sneered.

“Absolutely not!” “If you want to live, bring out two hundred thousand pounds of Source, and we’ll call it even,” Ye Fan made an outrageous demand.

“You…” Xu Yuan’s vision darkened, and he felt the urge to vomit blood.

“I plundered the bandits in Anzhou and obtained over twenty thousand pounds of Source.

I doubt you only operate in that one province, right?

I don’t want to hear any more nonsense from you.

If you can’t produce the Source, I’ll kill you directly!” Under Ye Fan’s intense gaze, Xu Yuan dared not hide anything.

He feared Ye Fan would use a powerful divine scan to probe his Sea of Consciousness; if that happened, he would only suffer more.

Indeed, he supported other groups of bandits and estimated he could gather another twenty thousand-odd pounds of Source.

This was his limit; he had no more.

Ye Fan searched the entire mountain stronghold and found nearly three thousand more pounds of Source.

At this point, Tu Fei retrieved the golden ancient pagoda and said, “This is a weapon personally refined by Xu Tianxiong.

He truly dotes on his youngest grandson.

It’s worth at least thirty thousand pounds of Source.” This golden ancient pagoda was majestic and magnificent, shimmering with light.

Not long ago, Ye Fan had sent it flying with the God-beating Whip, yet it remained undamaged, pristine.

The materials used were incredibly rare, and the engraved Dao Glyphs were plex, making it a treasure hard to e by.

It was a five-layered ancient pagoda, each layer adorned with dragon patterns that were natural and rustic, infused with the aura of the Dao.

“This ancient pagoda probably does have some significant background…” Ye Fan nodded, then looked at Xu Yuan and said, “At most, you can only gather another twenty thousand pounds of Source.

Adding this pagoda, it’s just over fifty thousand pounds in total.

If there’s nothing else, I’ll have to kill you.” RUMBLE!

Suddenly, the golden ancient pagoda trembled.

A figure of light shot out from its fifth layer, and an old man materialized, saying, “Young friend, could you possibly show mercy?” (To be continued.

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