Gao Linfeng was struck full in the face by Ye Fan’s palm, sent flying more than ten meters, and crashed into and collapsed the wall of the Wondrous Desire Nunnery’s palace hall, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

He shook with rage, and nearly lost consciousness on the spot. As the heir of an immortal ancient noble house, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

“Swish!”

He launched himself upward, his entire body blazing with surging azure light as he shot toward Ye Fan like a bolt of lightning. Wreathed in azure mist, he was like a sea serpent erupting from the water, and from his mouth a streak of azure light slashed forward.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan gave a cold laugh, standing unmoved in the middle of the hall. Only when that streak of azure light was nearly upon him did he extend his golden great hand and crush it.

Then he flipped his hand downward in a press, his right hand like a towering golden monument crashing down. It slammed Gao Linfeng’s bones to crackling all over his body.

“Thud!”

Gao Linfeng’s knees buckled — he nearly collapsed to the ground — and he vomited blood in great quantities, his body sent flying out to crash into the palace wall, punching a person-shaped hole through it.

“Spit!”

He nearly had his lungs burst from rage. He had just barely opened his mouth to say something when he spat out a massive mouthful of blood. Only moments ago he had written Ye Fan off as half a cripple, unfit to be seated in this place — yet now he was being beaten so thoroughly he could not even fight back.

“You…”

Gao Linfeng’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes blazing with ferocity. He wanted to shout, but the moment the word “you” escaped his lips, everything else was driven right back down his throat.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan’s golden great hand descended like a millstone — a blunt, face-on strike — and drove the rest of his words straight back.

“You… how dare you!”

Gao Linfeng was struck flying again, coughing blood in great mouthfuls as he forced out those three words through gritted teeth, his fury burning hot enough to shatter his own teeth.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan’s speed was overwhelming. He followed up in an instant, his entire body as though burning with golden flames, closing the distance in a heartbeat, and delivering another great golden palm strike.

“Thud!”

He was like a bolt of golden lightning, overtaking the horizontally sent-flying Gao Linfeng in midair and slapping him straight into the ground.

It was not that Gao Linfeng lacked strength — Ye Fan was simply far too powerful. To subdue a peak Four Extremes cultivator with a mere raise of his hand required no effort at all.

Gao Linfeng had been called a genius since childhood, raised up on the praises of others. But facing Ye Fan — whose golden blood aura surged rampantly through his entire being — he felt completely powerless.

Beside them, Wang Chongxiao’s expression changed dramatically. Inwardly, he was deeply alarmed. He had once fought an intense battle against Ye Fan and knew well how fearsome his cultivation had been before — yet what he had just witnessed made his heart lurch even more.

That speed was terrifyingly fast. Even he might not have been able to dodge it in time if caught unawares. It could only be called extreme speed.

Ye Fan flashed back to his original spot, leaving behind a streak of golden light, and returned to his seat in the hall — as though he had never moved at all.

He was completely calm. The surging golden light that had blazed around his body was fully restrained. He sat unmoved and looked down at Gao Linfeng beneath the collapsed wall, without a word.

Yet this very silence cut into Gao Linfeng worse than any blade — to be looked down upon like this by the very person he had tried to humiliate, he felt he might as well die.

“Do I now have the right to be seated here?” Ye Fan suddenly smiled.

“Spit!”

Gao Linfeng was so incensed he coughed out three great mouthfuls of blood in a row, let out a roar, and shouted outward: “Wang, the elder guard!”

“Your subordinate is here.” From a distance came a voice like a night owl’s cry, rapidly approaching.

“Swish!”

A flash of light — before the old retainer had even finished speaking, he was already inside the hall. Seeing the blood at the corner of Gao Linfeng’s mouth and his robe stained crimson, the old man’s expression changed immediately.

“Young master, what happened to you?” This elder was stout, but moved like lightning, and swiftly helped him to his feet.

“Elder Wang — kill him for me!” Gao Linfeng’s expression was cold and merciless. The moment he was back on his feet, his first thought was to have Ye Fan killed.

An Miaoyi stepped forward gracefully, like a flower swaying in the breeze, fragrant and luminous — her immortal complexion radiant, her hair lustrous and black, her peerless face unblemished — and came forward to offer mediation.

“Stand back, Immortal An — this has nothing to do with you!” Gao Linfeng’s expression was ice-cold, his eyes swimming with killing intent as he fixed them on Ye Fan.

“The Wondrous Desire Nunnery has never permitted combat within its halls.” An Miaoyi parted her crimson lips.

“Every rule has its exceptions. Tonight I invited friends here, and he has no right — nor do I wish for him — to sit in this place.” Gao Linfeng’s expression was severe.

“Swish!”

The gray-robed old retainer made his move. Seemingly stout, he was in fact extremely agile. He attacked like a bolt of lightning, saying icily: “So you’re the Sacred Physique? Since you’ve already half-severed your cultivation, why not complete the job? Allow me to help you.”

He spread the five fingers of his right hand wide and shot out five divine rainbows that pierced through the void. His divine power surged like crashing waves as he came with the intent of suppressing Ye Fan outright.

“Thud!”

Ye Fan rose to his feet. His golden fist blazed like a fierce sun as it drove forward with overwhelming, primal force — brute strength to rout ten thousand armies.

His physical body was incomparably powerful — godlike strength that stunned the world. With a single punch he sealed off the boundless divine power, and the elder could not approach.

This stout old retainer, a cultivator at the Fifth Transformation of Dragon Ascension, possessed divine power vast as an ocean, inexhaustible and unending. His left hand pressed down in the void.

“Boom!”

He imprinted an ancient scroll there, suspending it in midair. A hazy mist began to flow from it and descended rapidly downward, seeking to envelop and seal Ye Fan beneath it.

“Swish!”

Ye Fan drifted out like a floating light. He did not draw upon his own Dao power — he fought entirely with speed and physical body alone.

Wang Chongxiao was observing carefully the entire time, trying to determine whether Ye Fan had truly self-severed his cultivation. He watched this exchange and was left puzzled — he could not make a judgment.

“Old man will reduce you to a commoner!”

A cultivator at the Fifth Transformation of Dragon Ascension had absolute confidence. He was truly fearsome — within the void, he was able to conjure forth an ancient scroll capable of sealing heaven and subduing the earth.

But by now, Ye Fan had broken through to the peak of the third tier of the Four Extremes, surpassing all worldly expectations. His combat power was vastly elevated beyond what it had been before — enough to withstand the assault head on.

“Swish!”

Ye Fan returned like a faint, fleeting shadow. Not calling upon divine power, he raised his hand and struck, unleashing the extreme speed of the Glyph of Traversal combined with the matchless power of his physical body.

“Rustle!”

The stout old retainer deployed the ancient scroll. He well knew the terrifying nature of the Sacred Physique’s body and dared not engage in close-range physical combat, preferring to use his divine power to suppress from a distance.

But Ye Fan’s speed exceeded his imagination entirely. In the space of a lightning flash, Ye Fan dodged the ancient scroll and circled around him, striking rapidly from multiple angles.

“Bang,” “Thud,” “Clang”…

Ye Fan’s entire body blazed with golden blood aura. He struck one fist after another with perfect rhythm, each punch carrying the force of a primal dragon — the void shattered and collapsed with every blow.

The force was extraordinary. Without drawing upon his own Dao power, using his physical body alone to collapse the surrounding space — his golden blood aura was raging and vibrant within him, like a divine furnace.

“This little beast is quite troublesome!” the gray-robed elder inwardly exclaimed.

Ye Fan was like a child of light and shadow — flickering and unpredictable — his speed horrifying, circling around the gray-robed elder in a constant barrage of attacks, drawing closer with every pass.

“Pop!”

The ancient scroll could barely contain him any longer. Relying purely on physical strength to break through a tide of divine power, he drew ever closer — advancing like a primal dragon, crashing inward.

The stout old retainer’s heart was lurching. He was a Fifth Transformation Dragon Ascension cultivator, yet he was struggling this badly. The opponent, using nothing but his physical body and speed, was threatening him.

“You think you can sever my cultivation and reduce me to a common mortal? Can you really manage it?” Ye Fan’s speed grew faster and faster as he closed the distance rapidly.

His fists and palms gleamed with golden light, capable of shattering anything — he struck in sequence all around the old man, the rhythm growing increasingly terrifying.

“Boom!”

Finally, Ye Fan drove down with full force. All the void he had struck and collapsed on every side came crashing in as he charged forward, his palm blazing in deep gold — like an inverted heaven-sealing stamp — and crashed downward.

“Clang!”

The gray-robed elder conjured the ancient scroll and managed to raise it in front of himself with barely a hairsbreadth to spare, but the golden great stamp smashed it to pieces — the scroll vanished in an instant.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan brought his palm down, but had only grazed the old retainer’s shoulder — yet even that produced a sound of shattering bone. The gray-robed elder spewed blood and was sent flying horizontally.

Ye Fan moved before the old retainer could land, cutting off his escape route. His golden fingers vibrated with force — a sharp crack — and he slammed the old man into the ground.

“You…” The gray-robed elder’s face was ashen. He had declared he would help Ye Fan complete the severing and reduce him to a commoner. Instead, Ye Fan had crippled him.

Gao Linfeng went pale as snow, stumbling backward uncontrollably, his expression as ugly as it could get. “You… you haven’t actually severed your cultivation…”

Ye Fan moved one step at a time, each step a disappearance — like a ghost traversing open space — impossibly fast. In an instant, his golden fingers were pressing against Gao Linfeng’s forehead.

Every single hair on Gao Linfeng’s body stood on end. Cold sweat soaked through his clothes. The Sacred Physique’s physical body surpassed divine weapons — there was nothing it could not break.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to dodge — he simply could not. His legs had gone soft and he could barely stand, because he felt the threat of death.

Ye Fan applied just the slightest pressure, his fingertips flickering with golden radiance, and Gao Linfeng collapsed to the ground at once. In a trembling voice he said: “Don’t kill me.”

“Brother Ye, perhaps spare him.” Wang Chongxiao spoke up. In the past he had been incomparably forceful and arrogant — today, remarkably, he was being somewhat reserved.

“Show mercy when mercy can be shown.” From outside the hall came a clear, bright voice, and a white-robed young man, immaculate and spotless, walked in on the moonlight.

Ye Fan gave his fingers a light push. Gao Linfeng was so startled he nearly cried out, toppling backward to sprawl on the ground, his entire body soaked through with sweat.

He was utterly humiliated. The other had not taken his life, but a casual gesture alone had reduced him to this state — it was a disgrace. He wanted to scream, but could only force himself to swallow it down.

“You are… Xu Zixuan.” Wang Chongxiao’s expression shifted, as though he had not expected this person to appear here.

“Xu Zixuan of the Central Region.” The newcomer was refined and handsome, his bearing serene, and as he stepped into the hall, he nodded and smiled at everyone present.

“The Feather Ascension King of the Central Region — Xu Zixuan?” An Miaoyi’s beautiful eyes gleamed with unusual light, her expression one of great surprise.

“Greetings, Immortal An.” Xu Zixuan smiled and nodded.

From the reactions of Wang Chongxiao and An Miaoyi, Ye Fan could naturally infer that this person had a very significant background — otherwise they would never have worn such expressions.

To ascend through feathers, to undergo a complete rebirth — this was an extraordinarily rare constitution, one that appeared at most once in tens of thousands of years, hailed as supreme above all its age, and known as the Feather Ascension King.

This constitution was extraordinarily fearsome, possessing advantages that no other royal constitution could rival. Throughout the path of cultivation, it was like a divine chrysalis transforming — breaking from its cocoon to become a butterfly.

With each breakthrough into a major secret realm, a divine storehouse within the human body could be awakened. Its potential was boundless — transforming Dao into immortality. In the Central Region it bore the additional title of the Supreme King of the Age.