Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 471: Chapter 476: Not Unbeatable

The Ancient Heavenly Court ruled over the world, wielding the Supreme Scepter, influencing the rise and fall of mortals, even cutting down Ancient Saints—how many dared to challenge it?

Rebuilding the celestial court is such an arduous task, Ye Fan thought fleetingly. Not to mention other foundations, just in terms of inheritance, the “Movement” technique of the nine secret arts is crucial.

However, this did not affect his determination. The urgent task was to obtain an impeccable inheritance. If someone invited the Mortal World’s powerhouses to emerge, he could transform into the celestial court’s executioner to confront them.

Now was not the time for contemplation. Four formidable foes remained before him who needed to be thoroughly dealt with.

SHRING! SHRING! SHRING! SHRING!

The sound of swords echoed through the sky as the Blood Sword, Green Sword, Purple Sword, and Green Sword, like four long rainbows, pierced through heaven and earth, shooting toward Ye Fan’s head.

The Vermilion Bird streaked across the sky, the True Dragon roared long, the White Tiger howled at heaven, and the Black Tortoise rose and fell. The four celestial spirits took form, all rushing at Ye Fan. Dragons and tigers competed, tortoises and birds danced together, overshadowing the sky.

BOOM!

The True Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise each held a Dao Scroll in their mouths. At this moment, they opened their mouths, spreading the scrolls open, sealing Ye Fan in.

This was the Four Symbols Ultimate Kill, the Mortal World’s method of imprisoning the void. It sealed heaven and earth, making it difficult for anyone to move an inch, as if shackling the enemy.

Ye Fan seemed to fall into a muddy quagmire. The more he struggled, the tighter the constraints became. His whole body was squeezed by an invisible force, as if bound by chains of immense weight.

The four assassins’ eyes glistened with cold light. The Four Swords resonated together, making the dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird even more realistic, a pressure from the celestial spirits bearing down.

The Dao Scrolls they spat out crackled like the beating of a Heavenly Drum, causing one’s Blood Qi to surge and bones to tremble, seemingly on the brink of breaking.

CLANG!

Ye Fan’s curved body shook violently. Golden blood surged. His whole body shuddered, his physical form unleashing a torrent of brute strength like an ocean!

BOOM!

He shattered the shackles and soared into the sky, then moved laterally. His body, arcing like a dragon, possessed unbelievable power, astonishingly breaking through!

The natural image of the Dao laid down by the four celestial spirits sealed the void, but it couldn’t block this curving human dragon. Ye Fan, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, pierced through the imprisoning power as easily as bursting through paper.

BANG!

The void shook, the sky trembled, and everything became unstable. The Tai Chi Dao Mark Ye Fan had transformed into was akin to a divine artifact forged by a Saint, rushing through.

POP! POP! POP! POP!

Four rupturing sounds echoed as the dragon, tiger, tortoise, and bird were all penetrated by him, unable to impede him for even a moment. The incarnations of the four celestial spirits wailed mournfully, dissipating into thin air.

RIP!

The four Dao Scrolls they held in their mouths were torn apart like rags by Ye Fan’s bare hands, turning to nothing in a blink, no longer existing. The power of the Dao surged, rushing in all directions.

“Go!” one of them cried.

The four great masters of the Mortal World saw that the void cage they had set couldn’t confine Ye Fan. All of them turned pale and decisively turned to flee into the distant sky.

“You came to kill me and expect to leave?” Ye Fan’s Sky Gathering Parasol had almost been pierced; he had nearly perished. Blood still trickled through his black hair.

Golden blood trickled down his face. His eyes were cold, his expression firm. His hands moved swiftly, fiercely, and dominantly, without reservation.

SLICE!

Ye Fan rushed past. The fourth individual was shredded by his arched body as if a sacred weapon had sliced through, the cut surface smooth. Only a moment later, fresh blood spurted forth.

The onlookers were all astonished. Ye Fan continuously slaughtered the foremost talents of the Mortal World. His overwhelming strength was terrifying, making people uneasy. Indeed, the Doomsday Holy Body was not to be offended.

The remaining three fled separately, but they couldn’t match Ye Fan’s speed. In almost an instant, he caught up to another, his right hand transforming into True Yang, as flawless as white jade, pressing forward.

CRACK!

The individual hastily counterattacked. The green Longsword in their hand shattered on the spot, blood flowed from the webbing between their thumb and forefinger, and their body, battered by immense force, gushed blood.

BOOM!

Ye Fan swung his fist, pressing down like a Great Mountain descending, leaving this killer with no room to dodge, forcing them to take it head-on.

SQUELCH!

This was a force of utter destruction. Ye Fan, transformed into the dragon-shaped Dao Mark, possessed terrifying power of the Dao capable of breaking all resistance, shattering the person’s arm on the spot, their body turning into a bloody paste.

He rushed past, pursuing the other two. One of them, a woman in white, had been obstructed by the Array Patterns hastily laid by the Black Emperor, while the other was entangled by Li Heishui.

BUZZ!

The void trembled. Ye Fan’s arcing body, terrifying in speed, truly like a dragon crossing the sky, rushed over. He bypassed Li Heishui to fight with his bare hands.

This person was evidently powerful, unleashing overwhelming magical power, continually resisting, and temporarily withstanding Ye Fan. However, being so close to the sacred body, he completely lost the initiative.

SIZZLE!

Ye Fan broke through the constraints of the void, transforming into a golden light, his hands vibrating together, True Yin and True Yang fused. With a loud explosion, this patch of sky collapsed, and a mountain peak below crumbled.

This powerful, talented successor spewed fresh blood, his body cracked, and he was sent flying backward, horror in his eyes. The Mortal World’s Hidden Trace Divine Technique was displayed as he tried to meld into the void.

Ye Fan sneered. After mastering the Divine Eye, nothing can hide from me. He didn’t delay for a moment; his dragon-like body shot out like an arrow.

BOOM!

His left hand, pitch-black as ink, represented the point of True Yin in the Tai Chi Divine Map. At this moment, it descended, transforming into a black hole and smashing down.

The sky shook as an endless terrifying storm surged. The black hole swallowed everything; the giant rocks and Ancient Wood on the mountain peak below were all uprooted and drawn into it.

SPLATTER!

The expert’s body was torn apart, blood splattering everywhere. Limbs and torso were separated, then turned to ashes and were consumed by the black hole.

Everyone was horrified. The Mortal World had dispatched seven top experts, like Outer Heaven Flying Immortals, achieving Man and Sword Unity, yet Ye Fan had consecutively killed six of them.

SWISH!

Ye Fan soared through the sky, tracing a profound yet unnerving trajectory, arriving near the white-clad woman. The Black Emperor’s makeshift Array Patterns couldn’t stop her, as she had already broken free.

This woman wasn’t particularly beautiful, even quite ordinary, difficult to notice in a crowd. Yet it was she who had almost pierced Ye Fan’s skull.

CLANG!

Ye Fan rushed over, striking her green divine sword with his fingers. Sparks flew, and the shockwaves cracked the summit of a tall mountain below as he began to battle her.

WHOOSH!

The white-clad woman’s motion technique was extremely bizarre. She swam through the void like a loach, making it difficult for one to deliver a full strike. She continuously hid in the void, each time launching a fierce attack from the shadows.

Ye Fan’s brute force was unrivaled. After transforming into the Tai Chi Dao Mark, he became unstoppable, his speed reaching an extreme. Despite the white-clad woman’s agility and unpredictability, she couldn’t avoid his edge.

Ye Fan’s fist shattered the sky with each heavy blow. Combined with his terrifying speed, he was akin to a murderous deity, impossible to resist.

BOOM!

With each punch, Ye Fan unleashed golden Blood Qi that soared skyward, like an invincible Holy Spirit. His eyes were deep, black hair flying, his hands fierce, each fist seeming to split the sky.

Ye Fan’s every strike was terrifying beyond imagination, as if he moved with the weight of the entire heavens, almost completely suppressing the white-clad woman.

If not for her bizarre motion technique, she would have been pulverized, as such domineering divine energy was too much even for the arrogant Golden-winged Little Peng King to bear.

BOOM!

Ye Fan’s Golden Blood Qi shot to the sky, like tens of thousands of True Dragons emerging from his body, creating a frightful scene. Each swing of his massive hand collapsed the void.

DONG!

The white-clad woman was drenched in blood, her body crushed under the immense pressure, unable to sustain it. Her green Killing Sword shattered into pieces with a loud CRASH.

BOOM!

Ye Fan, like an eternal Divine Furnace, emitted brilliant light. His dragon-shaped Dao Body arced through with overwhelming fist power, engulfing the high sky in endless golden brilliance.

SQUELCH!

The powerful white-clad woman was reduced to pulp by him, completely killed, dying high in the sky, ultimately leaving only a mist of blood drifting.

The experts dispatched by the Mortal World were all exterminated!

Including the previous gray-clad man, Ye Fan had killed eight assassins in total. This series of conflicts and battles was akin to a thunderstorm.

He had fought the Golden-winged Little Peng King for nearly five thousand rounds and was initially seriously injured, yet he had single-handedly broken the Mortal World’s assassination plot, eliminating everyone.

Strength and dominance were the only words to describe him now, making every onlooker shiver with fear. This was the might of the sacred body.

Is his life really near its end, with only half a month of lifespan left, yet he still possesses such terrifying Combat Power…?

Luckily, his life is nearing its end. Otherwise, he’d be an unparalleled enemy of all the Saint Heirs!

Feng Huang found it difficult to remain calm. Ripples appeared on her exquisite face beneath the Five-Colored Mask, her beautiful eyes glittering, shifting unpredictably.

Yao Xi, the Purple Mansion Saint Heir, Zhao Fa, and others also found it hard to stay calm. All were pondering, each with different thoughts.

All the Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies felt immense pressure. None dared claim they could suppress Ye Fan, and few remained who would willingly challenge him.

At this moment, an exceptional young individual—the Ji Family Divine King Body—had deep eyes, unwaveringly focused ahead.

In the world, everyone said the Golden-winged Little Peng King could rival a divine body, yet no one knew how powerful Ji Haoyue truly was.

Now, his expression was undisturbed, his eyes continually reflecting the battle scenes. This was extremely mysterious, and many who noticed it felt horrified inside.

“That’s the Divine King Body’s innate Heavenly Calculation Divine Skill! He is deducing the recent battle!” someone exclaimed.

Ji Haoyue was indeed deducing the recent battle. Seeing him so calm and composed, everyone inhaled sharply, knowing he could certainly fight the sacred body.

The Ji Family Divine King Body had not made many moves. People often compared him when gauging the Golden-winged Little Peng King’s Combat Power, almost forgetting that he was the actual King of the Eastern Wilderness.

The Ji Family were descendants of an ancient Great Emperor. The Empty Void Ancient Scripture recorded matchless Holy Techniques along with the Great Emperor’s unparalleled secrets.

However, as for what kind of unmatched divine arts were recorded on the last few pages of the Empty Void Ancient Scripture, few in the world knew, though they were rumored to be peerless.

If the Divine King Body were to manifest them, how terrifying would it be? Thinking of this question, everyone shivered uncontrollably.

Another particularly notable person present was the Flickering Light Saint Heir. His hair was light and danced with the wind, his eyes like deep pools.

His gaze constantly shifted, as if entire worlds were being created and destroyed within them, making one feel dread just by looking at him. However, he soon smiled, returning to his normal demeanor.

Who exactly hired the Mortal World’s experts to kill me…? Ye Fan asked himself, scanning each person present.

Among those present, mostly young people, all felt a tremor inside when his sharp gaze swept over them. They were unwilling to meet his eyes directly and felt an urge to retreat.