Chapter 470: Chapter 475: Counterpressure in the Mortal World
An unparalleled sword edge, emerald green like water and flickering with sword aura, pointed directly at Ye Fan’s head. It was unavoidable; this was a lethal strike!
No one would have thought that such a change would occur just after the battle between Ye Fan and the Golden-winged Little Peng King ended. The newer’s methods were heaven-defying, appearing out of thin air.
A shocking assassination! Everyone shivered with cold. Who could dodge such an assassination? They had no idea how she appeared, yet the sword edge was already in front of his head.
Savage and ruthless, aiming for a one-hit kill. If it struck, both body and soul would be utterly annihilated, with no chance of survival.
“WOOF!”
The big black dog roared, like a wild dragon howling, shaking the mountains and shattering the endless plants. Yet, despite such terrifying growls, it couldn’t resolve the imminent disaster.
“Big brother…” the pitiful little girl cried out in surprise. She had not been watching the battle as it was too bloody, and Li Heishui had only brought her out after the battle ended. But the little girl just happened to witness this scene and cried out immediately.
Clothed in white, like an Immortal from Outer Heaven, the unparalleled sword aura flickered, cutting a strand of Ye Fan’s hair and nearly piercing his skull.
At this critical moment, Ye Fan’s body bent down, transforming into a Dragon-shaped Dao Trace, being the Yin Yang division line of the Taiji Divine Map.
This was the mark of the Great Dao!
But this was still not enough. Even if he could exceed extreme speed, he still could not avoid the sword that was piercing his skull; the sword edge had already touched his skin and bones.
“WHOOSH!”
The old madman’s footwork also integrated, being part of the Dragon-shaped Dao Mark, assisting him in his Dragon Transformation to fly away.
Golden blood dripped and strands of hair were cut, yet Ye Fan still couldn’t dodge this sword. It was already descending, about to pierce through his head.
Time seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, eyes wide open, intensely watching.
The Doomsday Holy Body, inparably powerful, had defeated the invincible Golden-winged Little Peng King. Yet was he about to be assassinated here? Everyone found it hard to remain calm.
This kind of assassination was too terrifying; anyone would find it hard to dodge. It was an unparalleled way of killing, truly a Killing Sacred Technique!
Time seemed to be at a standstill. Countless paths of Dao flashed through Ye Fan’s mind. How could he break free? Was he really going to die? Perhaps triggering the All Secret could greatly increase his speed to avoid calamity, but that required time, and he had no way to execute it. In this moment, scenes flashed continuously through his mind. Suddenly, a Holy Technique surfaced in his thoughts. It was the celestial court’s inheritance, like a et streaking across, illuminating the depths of his heart, brightening his mind-sea. Illusionary Divine Technique! Materialize within the void, kill unseen—an unparalleled secret art of the celestial court! Ye Fan had acquired the celestial court’s inheritance only a short time ago. Although he had prehended it, he had never executed it. At this moment, an epiphany flashed, leaving him no choice but to activate it.
“WHOOSH!”
Almost in an instant, his form blurred, fading into space as if he no longer existed. The celestial court’s divine arts and his Dragon-shaped Dao Body transformed together.
He swept by like a flicker of light, reaching the zenith of speed. His body blurred, hovering between reality and illusion.
The unparalleled sword edge stabbed through, entering the blurred shadow. Specks of golden blood splattered, but it didn’t pierce through.
At this moment, Ye Fan’s state was very peculiar, between form and void. This was the evolution of the Heavenly Court Sacred Technique, merging with the Dragon-shaped Dao Trace.
At this critical moment, he fused several divine arts with his Dao Body. Using incredible means, he reversed the deadly situation, escaping the mortal threat.
The unparalleled sword edge stabbed his skull but did not feel like it cleaved through. It was only as if it inserted into a shadow and did not penetrate.
“WHOOSH!”
Ye Fan broke out, materializing from his void state not far away. He had avoided a calamity, but his skull was still wounded, with a gash on his Sky Gathering Parasol, almost penetrating the skull.
Golden blood flowed from his head, sticking his hair into clumps. He had narrowly escaped death.
At this Realm of power, only the head was the greatest weakness. If shattered, it meant the utter annihilation of both form and spirit.
Everyone gasped, not expecting Ye Fan to be so formidable as to avoid a deadly strike and resolve the dire situation.
“CLANG!”
Ye Fan said nothing. Wielding the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, he directly attacked! Since his successful cultivation, he had never suffered such a heavy blow; his head had nearly been cleaved off.
At this point, he didn’t need to think much to know who the newers were: they were people from the Mortal World!
The gray-clad man and the white-clothed woman were shrouded in mist. Neither looked very old; both were like phantoms from Hell, and no divine energy fluctuations could be detected from them.
The Mortal World primarily focused on killing, through which they sought to prehend the Great Dao. Undertaking assassination missions was secondary to their true purpose: to temper themselves. Therefore, their targets’ cultivation bases would not be significantly higher than their own.
“Kill!” Ye Fan wielded the Holy Sword and attacked. Now, his killing intent was even stronger than those from the Mortal World. They had truly targeted him; if not for his quick reaction, he would already be dead.
“CLANG!”
Sword edges collided, sparks flew, and sword aura soared to the sky.
The gray-clad man was sent flying backward. Meanwhile, the white-clothed woman vanished like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in an instant. They retreated far after a single failed strike, leaving without hesitation.
“Think you can leave? That’s not so easy!” Ye Fan, like a Killing God, with golden blood in his hair and eyes like cold electricity, chased after them wielding the ten-zhang Holy Sword.
At this moment, everyone was shocked because they couldn’t see the gray-clad man and white-clothed woman anymore; their figures had vanished.
However, Ye Fan seemed to possess Spirit munication. Wherever the Longsword pointed, its sharp edge was exposed, always directed towards a certain direction. Clearly, he had locked onto the two powerhouses of the Mortal World.
“Where are they?”
“How can he see them? Why can’t we?”
Many exclaimed, their bodies chilled. If assassinated by such people, how could anyone evade it?!
At this moment, only a few, like the Flickering Light Saint Heir, the Ji Family Divine King Body, and the Yaochi Saintess, could emit Divine Light from their eyes. They were still able to see, keeping an unblinking gaze.
Ye Fan’s spiritual perception could detect the tracks of the two powerhouses. Moreover, he had opened his Divine Eye, giving him a full view. He locked onto the lagging gray-clad man and also targeted the white-clothed woman.
“CLANG!”
Ye Fan wielded the ten-zhang Holy Sword, pressing down like a black mountain. Its power was heavy and its momentum fierce; the void collapsed. This was an unparalleled Heavy Sword!
“CLANG!”
The gray-clad man was forced to resist. Wielding the Blood Sword in his hand, he chopped at the ten-zhang Holy Sword. The sound was like shattering metal and stone; the sword’s ring shook the sky.
He was sent flying immediately, unable to withstand the Sacred Body’s domineering and aggressive prowess. That mountainous pressure made his arm numb.
“WHOOSH!”
The gray-clad man concealed himself in the void, his body nearly disappearing. He sped away even faster, without looking back. Being a ‘seed’ of the Mortal World, he knew how to choose and abandon wisely.
After a failed assassination, he had to retreat far; otherwise, he would be unable to withstand the Doomsday Holy Body’s overwhelming anger. Avoiding its sharpness was the best strategy.
However, Ye Fan had almost been assassinated. How could he possibly let them go? “Still want to leave?” he shouted.
He stepped with the old madman’s footwork, almost catching up in an instant. His Divine Eye saw through the void; nothing could hide from him.
“BOOM!”
The black Holy Sword in his hand transformed, being a hundred-zhang long. It swung down like a black mountain, shattering and crumbling the firmament.
The gray-robed man’s pupils contracted as he helplessly resisted. He really didn’t want to confront the unparalleled brute strength of the Sacred Body, as it was even more terrifying than a Dragon Roc!
“CLANG!”
The Blood Sword in his hand, woven with inplete Laws, suddenly shattered. He himself coughed up blood and was blown away.
“Mortal World, who sent you to kill me?!” Ye Fan roared, swinging the black Holy Sword down again in a slashing attack.
Above the Endless Mountain Range, everyone wore startled expressions, their hearts incredibly shocked. Had the Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty—the Mortal World—appeared again?
Though many knew they had always existed, just in a much lower profile, hearing firsthand that the Mortal World aimed to execute the Sacred Body was still highly impactful.
In today’s world, only those ancient lineages possessed the means to contact the Mortal World, which indeed raised intrigue.
Upon learning it was the terrifying figures from the Mortal World, everyone understood: the gray-robed man and the white-robed woman must be seed figures of the Assassin Divine Dynasty.
petition in the Mortal World was very cruel; there weren’t many seed figures among the younger generation. Only highly skilled individuals could acquire such a status.
However, to see the Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty’s seeds being pursued by the Sacred Body—this was truly astonishing. Who, after all, was the true killer?
“BOOM!”
Ye Fan swung the black Holy Sword down once more, splitting a mountain. The hundred-zhang Great Sword severed the sky!
“CRASH!”
The ancient pagoda summoned by the gray-robed man was smashed into pieces on the spot. He coughed up fresh blood again, fleeing desperately.
“You attempted to assassinate me? Today, I’ll make you find no escape in heaven nor refuge on earth! What of the Mortal World?!”
Golden blood flowed down amidst Ye Fan’s hair, dripping onto his face, making him appear like an unshackled god of revenge, unprecedentedly powerful.
His teeth were snowy white, reflecting cold light. He moved through the air, the black Holy Sword breaking through all obstacles!
“BOOM!”
Ye Fan displayed unparalleled courage, his body surrounded by blazing golden flames. His black hair danced wildly, his eyes profound, as he continuously swung the Holy Sword downward.
This world was pletely shattered by him, collapsing nonstop. He swung forty-nine times in total, severing forty-nine peaks.
Every time the black Great Sword fell, it weighed down like a black Demon Mountain, causing the gray-robed man to repeatedly cough up blood.
All his spiritual treasures and Weapons were ground into powder. Following that, his arms shattered, being a blood mist, and later, his body began to crack.
When the forty-ninth sword fell, he was crushed alive into bloody pulp by Ye Fan’s hundred-zhang long black Great Sword, utterly dead.
“The Sacred Body is too fierce! He counter-killed someone from the Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty!”
“This… is truly domineering!”
Everyone was left stunned. The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty rarely failed, and being counter-killed was even more unheard of, yet this event unfolded right before their eyes.
Each person felt their heart racing. This Doomsday Holy Body was incredibly domineering, overwhelmingly powerful, having executed the figures from the Mortal World.
In the instant everyone was stunned, a shocking scene unfolded: seven divine rainbows appeared out of nowhere, all pointing to a single spot in the center—Ye Fan!
Cold light illuminated the earth as peerless killing intent emerged!
Seven great experts emitted an earth-shattering murderous aura, shattering myriad trees in the mountains and scattering infinite leaves. Myriad beasts cowered on the ground, trembling.
It was bone-chillingly cold, as if winter had arrived and the north wind howled. At this moment, vegetation withered, all things perished, and the mountain range became desolate!
Outer Heaven Flying Immortal!
It was this peerless assassination technique again, but this time there were seven people, no longer just the white-robed woman alone.
“The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty is indeed terrifying, setting such a death trap! They allowed one of their seeds to be eliminated, only to reveal their vicious fangs at this critical juncture for a one-hit kill!”
“The Mortal World focuses on honing its disciples. That seed was apparently not favored and was thus decisively abandoned.”
Seven powerful figures from the Mortal World simultaneously employed Outer Heaven Flying Immortal, appearing out of thin air to assassinate Ye Fan. The peril reached its extreme.
When the white-robed woman alone had used this Killing Sacred Technique, she had wounded him, nearly piercing his skull. Golden blood was still trickling from it now.
One could only imagine the kind of perilous situation Ye Fan now faced. This was an absolute death trap, a killing formation with no escape!
Everyone thought Ye Fan couldn’t survive. It was so sudden; how could it be guarded against? This was seven times more deadly than before.
Ye Fan did not panic. A trace of an indifferent smile appeared on his lips. He felt no fear because his Divine Eye had been open, and he had already seen the seven attackers. He was sufficiently prepared.
His body transformed, almost being a True Dragon. He manifested the Dao Mark of the Taiji Divine Map, forming a dragon-shaped curve.
“PIERCE!”
Ye Fan’s Divine Eye had opened early, foreseeing the killing trap. Now, he acted mercilessly. His bent body became a tangible trace of the Dao.
In the very first instant, he pierced through one of the Immortal Flyers. Blood light burst forth, and fresh blood sprayed out.
Nothing was more terrifying than his current body. Precisely calculating everyone’s trajectory, he became Dao’s tangible trace.
“VMMM!”
Six swords vibrated simultaneously, Divine Radiance soaring. The momentum of the six Immortal Flyers intensified many times over, all aimed at a central point!
The Mortal World’s legacy stretched far back. Over a hundred thousand years ago, they caused fear among all the Sacred Lands, none of whom dared to provoke them. Their unparalleled prestige was clearly notable.
Such an Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty naturally possessed heaven-defying techniques. The six Immortal Flyers moved in concert, invoking Dao Qi. Their six swords became rainbow radiances, forming six natural images of the Dao, emitting an inparably vast killing aura as they pressed forward.
However, Ye Fan was too fast. His Fighting Saint Technique sublimated, merging with the dragon-shaped Dao Mark curve. This curve evolved the Supreme Dao Fruit.
“SLICE!”
He charged through, evading the suppressing natural images of the Dao. His body became the most terrifying weapon; the dragon-shaped curve bifurcated the second person.
Blood light flashed, and mist permeated the air. This expert perished, both body and spirit extinguished.
“WHOOSH!”
The remaining five vibrated their swords in unison. Their natural images of the Dao evolved the Five Elements, forming a profound and unfathomable Array Map of killing that covered the sky.
Ye Fan felt no fear because he was very confident. He had mastered the celestial court’s inheritance and could see through perilous situations.
The Dragon-shaped Dao Mark evolved by his Fighting Saint Technique had even broken through the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, allowing him to stand proudly. Now, prehending the killing trap, he feared nothing.
“SLICE!”
Ye Fan cut down the third assassin. The Dragon-shaped Dao Mark was invincible, evolving the trace of the Dao. As he charged through, that person dissolved into a blood mist.
The onlookers were all amazed. These were people from the Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty, yet Ye Fan could slay them like this.
Ye Fan felt calm, devoid of fear. So what if these were experts from the Mortal World? Since they had e to kill him, they would die all the same.
He pondered that the celestial court’s inheritance must be fully grasped. Only then could he contend against the disciples sent out for tempering by this ancient legacy from the Mortal World. Over a hundred thousand years ago, the celestial court wielded the Supreme Killer Scepter, ruling the world. With a single thought, blood flowed like rivers across the land, much like the Supreme Ancient Heavenly Court, dominating others’ fates. This inheritance was foremost among the three great Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasties. Perhaps it would be Ye Fan’s major reliance in the future. A thought arose in him: he wished to rebuild the celestial court.
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