“What audacity — who dares to disrespect our Yin-Yang Sect!” Several elders from the Dragon Transformation realm arrived through the void, their words icy cold, killing intent surging.

Ye Fan held his sacred sword pointed at the sky, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, his gaze deep and profound. He rose into the sky like a demon god, brimming with murderous intent.

Eight or nine young cultivators followed alongside the elders of the Dragon Transformation realm, both men and women among them. Seeing that Ye Fan looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, they all showed contempt.

One of the men, holding a vicious weapon, stepped forward and pointed at Ye Fan from a distance. Bloody light flickered faintly around him as he said coldly, “Is this place somewhere you can barge into? You don’t know what’s good for you!”

“Are you talking about yourself not knowing what’s good for you?!” Ye Fan directly swung his Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, slashing toward the sky. The thick black sword aura stretched over a hundred meters, shooting up like a black bolt of lightning.

“Pfft!”

This young man was instantly reduced to a mist of blood, shredded to pieces by the thick sword energy. Nothing remained, not even his vicious weapon — it too turned to dust.

“Ahh…”

Behind him, the other young cultivators cried out in shock, their faces turning completely pale. The faces of the Dragon Transformation elders grew even more gloomy, reaching an extreme.

During all this, Ye Fan carefully cradled Xiao Nannan in his arms, covering her large eyes at the same time, not letting her witness this scene.

Xiao Nannan had been bullied every day here, unable even to get enough to eat. He didn’t want her to be frightened again at this moment — this poor little girl was truly heartbreaking.

“Who exactly are you, and why have you come to intrude upon our Yin-Yang Sect’s stronghold, offending us?” an old man’s voice said coldly, gazing over from the distance.

“I’m offending you? What a joke! You captured my Eastern Wastes disciples, imprisoned my kin, and you dare question me?” Ye Fan’s killing intent soared to the heavens, his hair dancing, his gaze sharp as blades, like a demon god.

Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and Tu Fei had also arrived nearby, each guarding a direction. Only the Great Black Dog was nowhere to be seen, its whereabouts unknown.

“Have you truly heard of the Yin-Yang Sect?” one of the young cultivators said, seeming somewhat disbelieving. The Yin-Yang Sect was a supreme sect of the Central Continent, one that few dared to provoke — he assumed Ye Fan simply didn’t know.

“Never mind right or wrong, let’s talk about lineage first — what a huge temper this Yin-Yang Sect has!” Ye Fan’s killing intent grew thicker and thicker as he said, “Isn’t it just a sect from the Central Continent? What’s so impressive about that!”

“Good, good, good. Truly a madman who doesn’t know what’s good for him. There isn’t a single person in this world who dares look down on our Yin-Yang Sect!”

Ye Fan sneered coldly, advancing with his sword raised, and said, “So what if I look down on you today — where is your Holy Maiden?!”

“Young man, you’re far too impudent — this is not a place for you to run wild!” one elder said, his face grim as still water. With a boom, a great bell rose above his head, shrouded in purple mist, exuding endless killing intent.

One of them shouted, “Knowing this is our Yin-Yang Sect’s stronghold, you still dare to intrude — what right do you have to see our Holy Maiden? With several elders present, do you still think you can overturn the heavens? You will surely be suppressed and slain!”

“Noisy!” Ye Fan didn’t even bother looking at these young cultivators; what concerned him were only the powerful figures at the Dragon Transformation realm. He swung his Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword forward, and the thick sword aura instantly sliced through the void.

“Pfft!”

Several Dragon Transformation elders tried to stop him but couldn’t. They watched helplessly as Ye Fan killed right in front of them — that black sword aura was too fast and too sharp.

The dark radiance severed heaven and earth in a flash, blood bloomed open, and that disciple died an unnatural death.

“Boom!”

The great bell surged with clouds of mist, letting out a massive roar that echoed through heaven and earth like a lion’s roar, shaking out endless terrifying sound waves that transformed into ten thousand layers of monstrous waves!

“Clang!”

Ye Fan swung his sword directly. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword unfurled against the wind, extending to over a hundred meters, held firmly in his hand. He slashed down through the ten thousand layers of terrifying waves, cutting through the deadly sound waves.

“Hmph!”

The old man let out a cold snort and shook the great bell again, surging forward to kill. As the bell rang, a ferocious beast charged out — the head of a mighty lion, the body of a true dragon.

“Roar…”

The bell’s toll was like a lion’s roar; it merged with the bell’s waves, stirring up chaos within the ocean-like black sound waves, possessing the momentum to swallow the sun and moon.

“Clang…”

The great bell tolled leisurely, cracking open the vast sky. The dragon-lion ferocious beast pounced to kill, dragging along monstrous black bell waves that nearly submerged Ye Fan.

“Buzz!”

Brilliant light burst forth in the void. Ye Fan’s entire body turned golden, and he swung his great sword horizontally across the sky, slashing down. With a “pfft,” he cleaved the dragon-lion in two with a single strike.

The vast bell waves were instantly extinguished, like a roaring howl suddenly choked by the throat — the sound abruptly vanished, the sky full of bell waves disappearing without a trace of energy remaining.

“Clang!”

The powerful figure from the Dragon Transformation realm charged forward personally, the great bell above his head. With a loud “clang,” the massive purple bell flew out like a mountain, crashing down to suppress Ye Fan.

“Boom!”

The great bell was as towering as a mountain peak, soaring into the sky, covering everything. In an instant it enveloped Ye Fan beneath it, letting out a thunderous roar like a tsunami, vast beyond measure!

The magnificent great bell descended, intending to shake Ye Fan to powder while he was still alive, refining him into ash — the bell shook heaven and earth.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, the great bell shattered. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit in Ye Fan’s hand, like a black true dragon, split the giant bell apart, and he charged out.

This Dragon Transformation elder let out a cold snort and did not dodge. He had cultivated a strange phenomenon and unleashed it, descending upon Ye Fan.

It was a swath of gray, murky mist, forming its own small world. Within a hundred zhang radius, he stood alone at the center. It could corrode all living things, unstoppable and invincible — he believed he could turn Ye Fan into pus and blood.

But Ye Fan simply strolled in as if taking a leisurely walk in his own courtyard, swinging his sword directly to slash. The dark radiance split the heavens, and with a “pfft,” his head was sent flying.

“What’s going on, what happened? Why has Elder Li been trapped by his own strange phenomenon, unable to move at all?!”

Everyone cried out in shock, jaws dropping, expressions of disbelief on their faces. Ye Fan cut down a Dragon Transformation cultivator as easily as slicing vegetables in a garden, leaving them stunned.

“He is… the Sacred Body, Ye Fan! Don’t display strange phenomena in front of him!” Several figures flew in from the distant sky, their voices carrying this warning.

“What, he’s that Sacred Body? How did he end up at our Yin-Yang Sect’s stronghold?!” Many people cried out in alarm, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

Many of them came from the Central Continent. Although they had heard of the Sacred Body, not all of them had personally seen him before — chaos broke out immediately.

Everyone now knew that the Sacred Body was destined to leave this world soon, with not much time left to live. Even his sworn enemies were unwilling to provoke him, yet he had come to this place unexpectedly.

“Ye Fan, though you have a certain reputation, you shouldn’t have come to provoke our Yin-Yang Sect!” Several Dragon Transformation elders all wore grim expressions.

“It’s not me provoking you, but you provoking me — you abducted Xiao Nannan and brought her here, and even abused her. You deserve to be killed!” His voice was icy cold, his killing intent even more intense.

Pang Bo, Tu Fei, and Li Heishui sneered coldly, drawing out their weapons as well, preparing to engage the enemy.

“Woof…” The Great Black Dog, whose whereabouts had been unknown, also charged out, its mouth full of the scent of medicine — clearly it had just gone to ravage someone’s pharmacy.

Ye Huiling stood hidden in the shadows, not revealing her true appearance. She was, after all, a cultivator from the Central Continent, and the Yin-Yang Sect was far too vast — if they discovered her identity, she would face great trouble in the Central Continent in the future.

Below, the children had already been frightened into loud crying. Even Xiao Nannan felt uneasy — though Ye Fan had covered her eyes, she quietly said, “Nannan is scared…”

“Don’t be afraid, Nannan.” Ye Fan covered her with divine light, sacred energy spreading out, making her feel wonderfully warm.

“Whoosh!”

The three Dragon Transformation elders of the Yin-Yang Sect advanced together, surrounding Ye Fan in the middle, intending to join forces to kill him.

“So what if you’re the Sacred Body? Even with a Divine King protecting you, this time you came to attack us yourself. Killing you would be a righteous act!”

“Boom!”

All three revealed their killing intent and attacked simultaneously, each summoning their weapons — crimson blood-light and black death-light surging like an ocean, blasting the very sky apart!

“Thud!”

Ye Fan stood firm and unmoving as the Magnificent Rivers and Mountains phenomenon emerged — a small, majestic world with towering mountain ranges reaching into the heavens, ancient trees soaring skyward, silver waterfalls cascading down.

He stood alone at the peak, and all incoming attacks and techniques dissolved into nothingness. He swayed his black sacred sword, and the entire phenomenon moved with him like a world unto itself.

The magnificent rivers and mountains seemed to have no end, instantly covering the entire sky!

The three were shocked and retreated rapidly, but they couldn’t outrun the speed of the Magnificent Rivers and Mountains, and were instantly enveloped within it. They were terrified, knowing that being suppressed by the Sacred Body’s phenomenon meant facing near-certain death — this was common knowledge.

“Boom!”

Though they struggled against it, three great peaks within the majestic landscape rose up and instantly crushed them beneath.

“So what if you’re at Dragon Transformation? Do you dare display power in front of me?!”

Ye Fan swung his black sacred sword, directly beheading the three trapped beneath the great peaks. Blood gushed forth, and everyone was left stunned.

“How dare you, junior!” More figures flew in, attacking Ye Fan.

“Do you think we’re invisible?” Pang Bo sneered coldly, his eyes shining like silver moons, shooting out two dragon-shaped rays of white light, terrifyingly powerful.

He unleashed the Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes — the Slash of Annihilation!

This sacred technique was incomparably powerful. Back then, both Ye Fan and the Great Black Dog had suffered greatly from it — only the Nine Mysteries could counter it!

“Junior, who are you?” one Dragon Transformation elder said, seemingly not anticipating the approaching danger, blocking with an ancient shield.

“Bang!”

The ancient shield shattered. The dragon-shaped silver radiance was unstoppable, piercing through him instantly, obliterating him on the spot — not even a mist of blood remained.

“Ahh…” Everyone cried out in shock.

“Who is this person, so terrifying — he eliminated even an elder at Dragon Transformation’s first heaven, turning him to ash in a single strike!”

This was Pang Bo’s strongest sacred technique. Of the Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes, he had only mastered the first three, yet its power was still incomparable. Now that he had reached Four Extremes Great Perfection, killing a cultivator one minor realm above him was naturally not difficult.

“Kill!”

Ye Fan struck again, unleashing his phenomenon, unstoppable and invincible. These people were not like the outstanding talent Hua Yunfei — although they too were powerful figures at Dragon Transformation’s first heaven, their combat strength fell short.

The phenomenon extended endlessly, sealing heaven and earth, trapping the enemies within.

“Pfft,” “Pfft,” “Pfft”…

His first sword strike sent a head flying, blood splattering everywhere; his second strike split another person in two, blood gushing out; his third strike cut yet another Dragon Transformation elder diagonally through the shoulder, blood staining the sky.

Ye Fan’s black hair danced wildly, his eyes cold and sharp, moving as though through an empty realm. He killed three in succession, suppressing all the powerful figures of the Yin-Yang Sect. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword in his hand continuously dripped blood — he looked like a god of destruction.

Everyone retreated far into the distant sky, not daring to approach.

“Whoosh!”

Ye Fan reached out a golden hand and seized the middle-aged beautiful woman who had been sealed on the ground, pulling her up as he said, “Where is your Holy Maiden?”

“Cough…” An old, raspy cough sounded. An elderly woman leaning on a cane, aged and frail, walked forward step by step through the void.

Several Dragon Transformation elders followed behind her, surrounding her protectively in the center, while numerous cultivators at the Dao Palace realm also appeared.

“Fourth Transformation of Dragon Transformation!” Pang Bo was startled — this was undoubtedly a formidable enemy, far above the elders at the First Transformation of Dragon Transformation.

“Young man, you truly don’t know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is, to actually run wild at our Yin-Yang Sect’s stronghold.” Though the old woman’s body was frail and withered, her eyes were as cold as a venomous snake’s.

“You abducted Xiao Nannan and brought her here, yet you turn around and accuse me of running wild — how arrogant, truly worthy of being called a supreme sect!” Ye Fan sneered coldly.

“Isn’t she just a little girl with no memory left? What does that even matter.” The old woman spoke indifferently, not taking it seriously at all. She glanced dismissively at Xiao Nannan, then fixed her gaze on Ye Fan, saying, “You’re nothing but a Doomed Sacred Body, someone about to die soon, yet you’re causing such a huge storm. This old woman will send you on your way early!”

“Old fossil, I’ll be the one sending you on your way instead — and then I’ll go kill your Holy Maiden!” Ye Fan rebuked coldly.