Ye Fan’s left hand formed the Moon Seal, right hand formed the Solar Seal, standing across the sky — truly like a divine being!
“How can this be?”
All nine powerful fighters combined could not hold against the pressure — an endless exhaustion began to build within them.
“Torch the Divine Universe!” The Azure Mist Sect leader bellowed. The bronze lamp in his palm flew free, fixing itself in high in the air.
The bronze lamp flickered, its firelight blazing to the heavens. The lamp wick had taken on human form — a long-haired figure swayed within, showering down torrential fire.
“I borrow the divine power of all — refine and destroy this wretch!” The Azure Mist Sect leader roared.
The eight Supreme Elders at his side all nodded, each shooting out a brilliant beam of light into the bronze lamp.
The Azure Mist Sect leader himself poured his power forward — nine fire dragons shot into the sky, connecting to the bronze lamp, blazing with light.
Inside the bronze lamp, the human-shaped wick received this nourishment and swelled wildly, letting out wave after wave of howling cries as it spewed out vast sheets of flame, sweeping toward Ye Fan.
Torching the divine universe — like a demonic sun hanging in the void, filled with waves of devastating destruction.
Ye Fan formed the Solar Seal with his right hand, bringing forth a millstone-sized blazing sun, full of vitality, vigorous and endlessly surging.
Crash!
He gave the Solar Seal in his right hand a light shake, and the millstone-sized blazing sun clashed with the flames of the bronze lamp high in the sky — fire surged in torrents, producing a crackling din.
Boom!
Ye Fan pushed the blazing sun forward with his right hand, shattering the bronze lamp and rolling over it. The human-shaped lamp wick let out one agonized long cry and was forever absorbed into nothingness.
The Azure Mist Sect leader’s weapon was destroyed, and the other eight Supreme Elders were also struck by the impact — all of them staggering back separately.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The Moon Seal in Ye Fan’s left hand — the millstone-sized moon had already turned and was pressing down upon the nine of them.
This was an offensive crushing force — overwhelming and domineering, pressing down upon nine people single-handedly, like a great flood that could not be blocked.
The nine fled in rapid retreat, as if facing the charge of a thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses, their bodies shaking violently, their faces blanched.
“Don’t even think about running!”
Ye Fan formed the Sun and Moon Seals and gave chase toward the Azure Mist Sect leader. His speed — who could have hoped to stop him?
His entire body radiated light, sun and moon attending him on either side, sacred and pure as an immortal, dust retreating from his path, long robes billowing, arriving before the leader in an instant.
The Sun and Moon Great Seals — bursting forth with grand, sweeping power, with the force to suppress mountains and rivers — came pressing down!
The Azure Mist Sect leader let out a great roar. At this moment of life and death, his body ignited, blazing with light in all directions.
The divine manifestation nurtured in his Dao Palace rushed forward, throwing itself before the Sun and Moon Seals, dying in his place.
Ye Fan pressed the seal with his hand — incomparable and unmatched — and it descended with nothing able to block it. That divine manifestation became dust on the spot.
The other eight Supreme Elders came to the rescue, barely managing to pull the Azure Mist Sect leader’s true body clear. His face was snow-white, his body trembling faintly — his vitality had been wounded.
From a distance, the Azure Mist disciples were terrified. What manner of power was this? Ye Fan formed the Sun and Moon Seals and came within a single strike of killing their sect leader.
“Impossible — what secret technique is this? One person suppressing all nine of us, and with no sign of exhaustion.”
“Even the young masters of the great sacred grounds in their youth, I believe, did not have combat power like this. What exactly is his background?”
“His physique is very unusual — he possesses an inexhaustible supply of divine power. Is it truly the divine physique?”
“Most terrifying of all is that secret technique — ten thousand transformations, and it seems familiar somehow — the various supreme killing arts it gives rise to are beyond all comparison!”
The Azure Mist Sect leader and the eight Supreme Elders showed expressions of shock, quickly exchanging a few words.
And in that very moment, Ye Fan had already charged forward once more — crushing pressure surging, pushing the sun and moon into motion, robes billowing, features refined and handsome — yet he pressed down upon nine powerful cultivators, like an immortal king.
The nine dared not separate. If their power scattered even slightly, all nine would perish. This kind of crushing pressure chilled them to the heart.
Eight divine manifestations, nine true bodies — united in a vast encircling net, present in every direction. Yet they still could not confine Ye Fan. To the contrary, more weapons crumbled, and they struggled desperately to hold on.
“I… can’t hold any longer!” One Supreme Elder cried out, the flesh across his entire body beginning to crack.
Ye Fan chose this as his point of breakthrough. The supreme killing art focused on this single person alone — like a sharp celestial sword, cutting through all — shattering his weapons before striking forward with his palm.
The divine manifestation this elder had given physical form rushed to the front, dying in his stead — yet the Supreme Elder himself did not escape. Ye Fan struck him dead on the spot.
Moonlight poured like water, the millstone-sized moon radiating milky white luminescence. Solar brilliance blazed — fierce and dazzling, pouring out a golden divine radiance.
Ye Fan formed the Sun and Moon Seals with his hands, like a divine king crossing the sky, standing high above the heavens — as though in all the nine heavens and ten earths, he alone was supreme. His bearing was otherworldly and transcendent, yet carried an even more overwhelming divine power.
His offensive power was simply too formidable. Cultivators of the same realm — so many of them combined — still had no way to stop him, like porcelain colliding with bedrock.
From a distance, the Azure Mist disciples’ faces were ashen. They felt this young demon king was simply beyond all resistance.
Ye Fan’s heart was empty and clear. He felt his own power, and the Nine Secrets filled him with endlessly renewed awe — an offensive supreme art, sweeping aside all before it.
He even began to feel the desire to exchange blows with Saintesses like Yao Guang — yet in the end he held back the impulse. He was still some distance from the level of sacred ground disciples for now. If he could just touch the edge of the third secret realm, perhaps he could contend with those sacred sons and daughters.
Once he entered the third secret realm — the Four Extremes — he would have to rely on comprehension alone. At that point, neither source nor medicinal herbs would be of use; only by awakening to his own self could he advance further.
For Ye Fan’s particular physique, the Secret Realm of the Dao Palace was critically important. His body was like a bottomless vessel — given enough source, his divine power could become infinite, his strength advancing rapidly.
Yet the source he required was an astronomical figure. The Dao Palace had five realms, each requiring ten times more than the last — by the end, the amount needed would be so vast that even a sacred ground could not bear it.
At this moment, the Azure Mist Sect’s powerful cultivators all wanted to flee — their courage had long since failed them — but they feared being picked off one by one if they separated. They dared not move rashly.
Ye Fan gave a cold snort and pressed forward, locking onto one of them.
“Everyone — aid me!” That Supreme Elder of the Azure Mist Sect bellowed.
He spat out a purple-gold gourd from his mouth, which rapidly expanded. Then he drove his divine manifestation into it, merging the gourd — formed innately within the body — with his spirit.
Bells, pagodas, gourds — these weapons were born naturally concentrating Dao resonance, extraordinarily difficult to refine. Yet once successful, they would possess tremendous power.
The purple-gold gourd, vast as a mountain peak, came crashing forward in a sweeping charge. The other seven simultaneously came to assist, striking out beams of divine radiance to jointly drive this weapon, suppressing Ye Fan.
Ye Fan still formed the Sun and Moon Seals, without changing his technique — both hands pushing the sun and moon forward, like two millstones rolling in rotation, light radiating from his body, as though an immortal king were patrolling the heavens.
Boom!
Still at some distance, the gourd’s mouth suddenly opened wide, releasing wisps of purple mist that formed into a great vortex — like a whale drinking the ocean, drawing Ye Fan inside.
“Excellent!”
The others gave a great shout, rising in unison, channeling their divine power to refine and temper the gourd.
“Truly worthy of being Azure Mist’s greatest treasure!”
“Hurry and refine — don’t let him break out!”
The Azure Mist Sect leader and the seven Supreme Elders joined their efforts, refining the purple-gold gourd together. It gleamed brilliantly, suffused in purple mist from end to end, veiling the entire sky.
Yet at this moment, a heart-shaking aura spread outward, making everyone’s hearts lurch.
The purple-gold gourd shook violently. A beam of divine light burst out, and a great hole appeared in its surface — someone had broken through it by sheer brute force from within.
Ye Fan’s left hand commanded the moon, his right hand pushed the sun — like a devil-lord emerging into the world, killing intent blazing to the heavens, striking out with tremendous force.
Crack!
The purple-gold gourd cracked rapidly, starting from the mouth and spreading downward.
Crack, crack, crack, crack…
Like an ancient ruined hall standing for ages finally collapsing, tiles clattering to the ground, gourd fragments falling everywhere.
Boom!
Ye Fan formed the Sun and Moon Seals with his hands and shook them continuously — everything they passed became ash. This remarkable purple gourd was reduced to powder in the blink of an eye.
Crash!
The master of the purple-gold gourd was rolled over by the sun and moon. A faint, agonized cry rang out, and form and spirit were both destroyed.
Boom!
At the same moment, Ye Fan pressed his seals and released the sun and moon, two round discs giving chase to two Supreme Elders, enveloping them — the two vanished without a sound.
In an instant, three Supreme Elders were killed, leaving all the rest frozen in shock.
“How can there possibly be such terrifying offensive power? This defies all reason — even the young masters of the great sacred grounds in their youth could certainly not have had combat power like this.”
“At this age, in this cultivation realm, there should not be such strength — to suppress so many of us at the same realm, combined. There is simply no logic to it. If he becomes a great powerhouse in the future — could it mean a single person capable of fighting several sacred masters at once?”
“I’m thinking of another person.” The Azure Mist Sect leader’s face was snow-white. “Someone like this has appeared in the Northern Region before.”
“You mean — the single greatest offensive powerhouse in the Northern Region in five thousand years?” A Supreme Elder’s expression changed drastically.
“In five thousand years, the Northern Region’s undisputed greatest offensive powerhouse — Divine King Jiang Taixu — universally acknowledged.”
“Though he disappeared four thousand years ago, and countless staggeringly gifted figures have appeared since, he has always been regarded as the greatest offensive fighter in the Northern Region across five thousand years — with no one to surpass him.”
The name of Divine King Jiang Taixu had shaken the world. Four thousand years ago, invincible in attack and slaughter, unmatched in the Northern Region — in terms of offensive power, he was beyond all dispute in first place.
“He was a fully realized Divine King — said to have mastered supreme secret techniques. Naturally the greatest offensive fighter in the Northern Region across five thousand years.”
The Azure Mist Sect leader and Supreme Elders broke into a cold sweat, feeling that Ye Fan’s offensive power was comparable to what Divine King Jiang had possessed in his youth.
“Indeed — comparing with those legends, this young man resembles Jiang Taixu greatly — similar achievements at a similar age. Could he not be a second Divine King?”
Could they truly be facing a young Divine King with transcendent gifts in the art of offensive combat?
Jiang Taixu’s fame was too immense. Though he had been absent for four thousand years, he had left behind endless legends in the Northern Region — down to the precise strength of his offensive power at every stage of his life, all passed down through the generations.
“This young man’s offensive power… is truly enough to rival Divine King Jiang at the same age. Could it be that in the future, the name recorded as the greatest offensive fighter will be rewritten?”
The Azure Mist Sect leader and Supreme Elders exchanged rapid whispers, and all felt a deep chill in their hearts. They understood they had provoked someone extraordinary.
Though he was no more than a young man, they had already glimpsed the remarkable future that lay before him.
Ye Fan had heard their murmured exchange and seen the fear in their eyes. He had never once thought of becoming the greatest offensive fighter — after all, he was someone who had been hunted and pursued across half the world. Even now he dared not show his face openly.
“You seem to know quite a lot. All the more reason not to let you go. I need to quietly build my strength here — if you spread this word, won’t I become a common enemy to every saintess and sacred son? The greatest offensive power… what grand prestige!”
“Move!”
Having vaguely guessed at Ye Fan’s physique and deduced that he cultivated a supreme killing art, these people were entirely overtaken by fear — all will to fight had long since abandoned them. They shot in all four directions, each trying to flee.
At this moment, dignity and face meant nothing. Only survival was real. If he truly was a young Divine King, even twice the number of people would have had no chance of winning.
In the distance, when the Azure Mist disciples saw the sect leader and Supreme Elders all fleeing for their lives, they were seized with panic and scattered in every direction.
“Unfortunately — this place has been sealed by me. Not a single one of you will escape!”
Ye Fan spread his arms wide, sweeping the heavenly winds, and strand after strand of phoenix feathers appeared, shimmering around his arms. A pair of radiant wings truly materialized — blazing with light in five colors shooting toward the heavens.
He was like a phoenix spreading its wings. The divine wings shot outward and cut forward, grinding two Supreme Elders to pieces on the spot.
Then he formed the Heaven-Propping Seal with his hands. An ancient mountain peak appeared, towering above in the air overhead — vast and magnificent, with birds and beasts and ancient trees reaching to the sky upon its surface.
He pressed the seal downward with his right hand. The great mountain came down like a stamp — shaking and thundering with a great boom — and the Azure Mist Sect leader ahead was turned to ash.