Chapter 107: Unstoppable

Jiang Feng was sent flying eight or nine meters, crashing heavily into a pile of jagged rocks. He cried out in agony on impact, several sharp stones almost breaking his ribs. If not for his physique being far superior to an ordinary person's, he would likely have suffered broken bones and torn tendons.

A clear, crimson palm print, red and severely swollen, appeared on his face. He struggled to his feet, his eyes cold, staring intently at Ye Fan. "You..." he began. As a cultivator of the Divine Bridge realm, he had never endured such humiliation. To be slapped away by a mere mortal, with so many witnesses, made him wish he could disappear into the ground.

"Is a Divine Bridge cultivator so impressive? You were still knocked down by me, a mortal. There's nothing special about it," Ye Fan said with a faint smile, rubbing his palm as he spoke. He continued to mock mercilessly, "Actually, you are a bit unusual; your skin is so thick it made my palm ache. Doesn't your face hurt?"

This blatant humiliation made Jiang Feng's lungs feel as if they would burst from rage, filled with extreme indignation. Cultivators of the Divine Bridge realm were lofty figures, like deities residing among the clouds compared to mortals. What transpired today was unacceptable to him, an absolute lifelong disgrace. He said coldly, "You're asking for death!"

Beside them, almost all the cultivators could not believe their eyes. Even with their divine power source depleted and unable to use mystic arts, a Divine Bridge realm cultivator was still not someone a mortal could contend with.

Zhou Yi and Wang Ziwen exchanged bewildered glances. It felt somewhat surreal; Ye Fan, who knew nothing of cultivation, had actually slapped away a powerful figure whom they regarded as high above them, as if swatting a fly. This left them both shocked and perplexed.

Lin Jia's beautiful eyes were also wide with astonishment, a look of disbelief on her face. Liu Yiyi and Zhang Ziling were dumbfounded, then showed expressions of anxiety and worry, extremely concerned for Ye Fan. With so many knights present, they didn't believe Ye Fan could escape.

Li Xiaoman stared blankly, finding it all incredible. She looked at the Divine Bridge realm cultivator, then gazed at Ye Fan not far away, her heart unable to settle.

"Thump," "thump," "thump"... The ground vibrated. Even though Jiang Feng could not use his divine abilities, his physical body was still incredibly powerful. He charged forward like a human beast, terrifying beams of light shooting from his eyes.

Ye Fan looked at the crimson finger marks on his face and smiled brightly. "My esteemed expert, are you looking down on me?" he asked. "Could you be a bit more superior, a bit more arrogant, and then smash the other half of your face into my palm as well?"

"Die!" Jiang Feng's murderous intent was fully unleashed. He brought his right hand down like a blade, slashing fiercely towards Ye Fan's neck, while his left hand formed a dragon's claw, lunging directly for Ye Fan's chest, intending to tear it open.

"Indeed, a true powerhouse. Every move is lethal when dealing with a mere mortal like me," Ye Fan said with a mocking smile. He stretched his hands forward, instantly gripping both the palm-blade and dragon's claw firmly. With a forceful twist, the sound of breaking bones immediately echoed.

Jiang Feng's face turned ashen, and cold sweat poured down him from the excruciating pain.

"Thump, thump, thump." Their feet clashed rapidly several times, emitting dull thuds. Jiang Feng was horrified; he felt his knees shatter, making it impossible to stand. He dropped to his knees with a "thud."

This was an unbearable sense of defeat. He was furious to the point of madness; it was inconceivable that a dignified Divine Bridge realm cultivator would possess a physique weaker than a mortal's.

"A man's knees are worth gold; your kneeling before me truly makes me feel undeserving. Please, get up," Ye Fan said, stepping back. He then powerfully swung his palm, landing a heavy slap on the other side of Jiang Feng's face, leaving another clear, crimson finger mark.

Jiang Feng spat out a spray of blood, flipped backward, and once again fell into the pile of rocks, unable to stand. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Ye Fan. "You little brat..."

"Do you think I'm humiliating you? What is this compared to two years ago when you relentlessly pursued me, determined to take my life, leaving me no escape whether by land or sky? Your current humiliation is nothing."

Ye Fan strode forward. "It's time to make good on my promise," he said. "When you threatened to kill me, I also made a decision: to take your life."

Seven or eight tall figures swiftly rushed forward, blocking Ye Fan's path. Some had wanted to intervene earlier but were stopped by Jiang Hanzhong, who wished to see just how powerful Ye Fan's physique truly was.

Ye Fan did not flinch, continuing his advance. As the first person attacked him, he dodged like lightning, reaching out a hand. With a "crack," he snapped the person's wrist and snatched the gleaming longsword. He swung it back, the sword light sweeping across. With a "thump," blood splattered, and a head instantly rolled away.

"Those who block me, die!" Ye Fan declared, sweeping his sword across the crowd. He strode forward, his eyes incredibly sharp.

Swish, swish, swish... Several figures surrounded him. Some carried long spears, others gripped sharp swords, and they all attacked Ye Fan simultaneously.

"Clang, clang, clang." Ye Fan was as fast as a meteor, possessing the strength of a dragon. The sharp sword in his hand gleamed dazzlingly, knocking away all the weapons from the others. He swung the longsword down vertically, and with a "thump," a knight was cleaved in half, blood gushing out.

"Whoosh." With a backhanded swipe, the blood-soaked sword swiftly cut backward, instantly decapitating a cultivator. The head flew over ten meters before falling to the ground, while the headless body gushed blood and crashed heavily into the dust.

"Who dares to stop me!" Ye Fan scanned the group, quickly taking several steps. The dripping divine sword sliced diagonally, instantly severing the charging cultivator at the shoulder. He tumbled "thump" into a pool of blood.

Everyone's expressions froze. Ye Fan's physical body was too powerful, his strength overwhelming. The blood-soaked longsword in his hand felt as heavy as ten thousand tons, utterly unmovable. It seemed less like a sword and more like a mountain.

"Bang." Ye Fan thrust his sword, directly shattering the cultivator who stood in his path. The immense force completely destroyed the knight's body, tearing it into pieces, and blood sprayed wildly.

He stepped into the pile of rocks, raising his sword to strike. With a mighty "clang," Jiang Hanzhong, an elder of the Jiang family, personally intervened. He used a long spear to deflect the sharp sword in Ye Fan's hand, then grabbed Jiang Feng and retreated over ten meters.

Ye Fan's heart tightened. This old man was formidable. Although unable to use divine abilities, his physical strength was no weaker than Ye Fan's, which was truly astonishing. It was known that Ye Fan had consumed a sacred fruit, and after advancing to the Life Spring realm, the medicinal power had gradually diffused, making his physical body terrifyingly strong.

"I never would have thought..." Jiang Hanzhong's face was cold as he stared at Ye Fan. "A mortal, after consuming a sacred medicine, could become this powerful. The sacred medicine truly lives up to its reputation; no wonder it has been legendary in the Eastern Barrens since ancient times."

"You all started as mortals too. You constantly talk about mortals with disdain, acting high and mighty. Do you truly believe yourselves to be gods?" Ye Fan strode forward, his divine sword dripping blood and dragging on the ground as he advanced, glaring at the Jiang family elder. "You treat me like an ant, wanting me to die collecting divine medicine for you. Do you really think you can control everything in this world?"

"Very good!" Jiang Hanzhong's eyes gleamed with an unusual light. He wasn't angered; instead, a faint smile appeared on his face. "The stronger your physical body, the more medicinal power you've absorbed. You should be able to withstand the power of the Primordial Abyss's curse, increasing our chances of successfully collecting the divine medicine."

"Do you think you can control me? You're far too arrogant," Ye Fan said, pouncing forward like lightning.

Jiang Hanzhong shook his hand and threw Jiang Feng away; he was caught by other cultivators. Jiang Hanzhong then thrust his long spear towards Ye Fan. It was incredibly fierce, as if it could shatter the void, its tip erupting with brilliant light.

"Clang." Ye Fan blocked with the longsword in his hand, producing a harsh metallic clang. It sounded as if two iron mountains had collided, making everyone's eardrums throb.

The longsword moved like a rainbow. Ye Fan swung it horizontally and vertically, as if wielding a massive mountain—heavy, powerful, and unstoppable!

The long spear in Jiang Hanzhong's hand seemed capable of lifting mountains, its power immense and unbridled, like a bolt of lightning raging through the void.

Suddenly, Ye Fan shot out like a flash of lightning, directly charging into the crowd, his target clearly Jiang Feng.

Several knights tried to block him, all feeling frustrated. They possessed divine abilities but couldn't use them, forced instead to rely on the most ancient combat techniques. It was a feeling of having immense power but being unable to unleash it. They believed that if they could use their divine arts, they could turn Ye Fan to dust with a mere flick of the wrist.

"Thump." Ye Fan was utterly indifferent. His divine sword moved like lightning, directly severing a cultivator's head.

"Thump." The longsword gleamed with cold light. Ye Fan brought it down vertically, cutting another cultivator in half.

"Thump." The sharp, blood-dripping sword pierced a cultivator's heart, causing blood to gush forth.

Ye Fan was direct and merciless, moving through them as if unopposed. Anyone who stood in his way was cleaved down with a single stroke, blood splattering everywhere. No one could resist him!

"Bang." He seized Jiang Feng, dashing out of the crowd like a wisp of smoke. Jiang Hanzhong's spear pierced through his afterimage, striking empty air, not even touching his clothes.

"The debt from two years ago, I'm collecting it today!" Ye Fan declared. With a decisive "snap," he twisted Jiang Feng's neck and threw him to the ground.

Jiang Feng died with his eyes wide open, blood continuously trickling from his mouth. A dignified Divine Bridge realm cultivator, killed by a mere mortal in his eyes, he ceased breathing, filled with humiliation and despair.

Li Xiaoman, Zhou Yi, Lin Jia, and the others were all utterly shocked and filled with disbelief. They had never imagined Ye Fan could be so powerful, and expressions of astonishment appeared on all their faces.

At that moment, Elder Xu Daoling of Yaoguang Holy Land, Elder Ji Yunfeng of the Ji family, and Elder Jiang Hanzhong of the Jiang family simultaneously pressed forward, cornering him.

Ye Fan remained perfectly calm. His divine spring flowed continuously, not depleted at all. With such a trump card, he feared no one.

Elder Ji Yunfeng of the Ji family spoke with a cold voice, "Such a powerful physique is truly rare; killing him now would be a pity. Go up the mountain. If you gather the divine medicine, I will grant you a complete corpse, allowing you to die swiftly."

"There's nothing to regret. Erase his divine consciousness and preserve his physical body; it can still be used," Jiang Hanzhong said, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

Elder Xu Daoling of Yaoguang Holy Land shook his head. "What a waste of that sacred medicine. He squandered it. If we had consumed it, our strength would have certainly advanced by leaps and bounds."

"Do you really think you can kill me?" Ye Fan scoffed.

Jiang Hanzhong took out a brocade box and casually stated, "Actually, killing you requires no effort at all. We can easily turn you to dust."

Ye Fan's heart immediately skipped a beat. He sensed a dangerous aura. That box was highly unusual. He secretly congratulated himself for not easily revealing his trump card, which would be his last resort.

"Alright, you clear out those skeletal remains for me, and I'll go up the mountain to gather the divine medicine for you..." Ye Fan's mind raced. He intended to use their power to clear the dangers on the mountain for him, effectively exploiting them to collect the divine medicine.