Chapter 138: Intimidation

Chapter 139: DeterrenceChapter 139: Deterrence

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This person looked to be only around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall and with long arms, especially his palms, which were a full circle larger than an average person's, like two small cattail-leaf fans. His skin was lustrous, as if tiny specks of starlight were gathered upon him, and his unusually large palms were like white jade, appearing translucent. They were not only delicate but almost transparent.

Beside them, the cultivators whose weapons Ye Fan had shattered and who he had kicked into the vegetation now showed a hint of excitement. A cultivator at the peak of the Divine Bridge realm was undoubtedly far superior to them, beyond their comprehension.

“Senior Brother Yang must teach him a good lesson, otherwise he’ll truly believe there’s no one in Star Peak. Make him understand how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.”

“Senior Brother, you have the combat power of a Divine Bridge peak cultivator and can enter the Other Shore realm at any time. Don’t be too rough and instantly flatten him into a meat patty; that would be boring. Be very careful, just shatter his palms. Leave him alive; we really want to see his expression.”

They seemed to already envision Ye Fan's miserable state, with broken bones, torn tendons, and shattered palms. Even before the fight began, they felt a sense of relief.

Senior Brother Yang smiled slightly, said nothing, and strode forward. He was exceptionally tall, two heads taller than an average person, and looked down at Ye Fan, who appeared to be only about fourteen. He said, “Actually, you’re quite remarkable; your physical body is truly powerful. If you confess your wrongdoing now, I won’t make things difficult for you. After all, we are all disciples of Tai Xuan; we’ll frequently cross paths.”

Ye Fan nodded and said, “That’s true. Humble Peak and Star Peak are neighbors. If I accidentally shatter you, it would indeed be hard to explain.”

“This guy is too arrogant! How dare he speak to Senior Brother Yang like that? He’s looking for death!”

“Senior Brother Yang, shatter all his bones! Don’t hold back anything. Our Star Peak disciples have never been looked down upon like this before.”

“In the history of Tai Xuan, half of the sect leaders have come from our lineage. Even if Humble Peak is about to rise, it will only potentially stand alongside us in the future. For this kid to be so arrogant now is truly infuriating and detestable.”

Li Xiaoman stepped forward and said to Ye Fan, “You are no match for Senior Brother Yang. Quickly apologize and admit your wrongdoing.”

Ji Ziyue, on the other hand, smiled brightly, clapping her delicate hands, and said, “Hurry up and fight! I can’t wait.”

Ye Fan glanced at Li Xiaoman, said nothing, and calmly took two steps forward.

“Junior Sister Li, you see it too. I’m truly sorry, but since he’s like this, I have no choice.” Senior Brother Yang’s smile deepened.

Ye Fan came before him and said, “Are three punches too many? I think one punch will be enough to completely deal with you.”

Senior Brother Yang did not get angry. With a hint of a smile on his face, he said, “Since you’re so confident, I’ll grant your wish. One punch to end the fight. I’ll let you recuperate for a few years, reflecting well on your bed on how to be a more reserved disciple.”

“Senior Brother Yang, shatter him!” The disciples behind them could no longer tolerate it.

“Good, I’ll make him understand that Star Peak cannot be defiled!” Senior Brother Yang extended his right palm, flawless as white jade, and shouted, “Go recuperate quietly on your bed for a few years!”

His arm was long, and he instantly struck close. His palm was completely transparent; one could clearly see the blood vessels and bones within, and even the divine power flowing and intertwining into a screen of light. Around the jade palm, fierce winds vibrated, all the surrounding vegetation was uprooted, and rocks rolled, rumbling. It was as if a divine wall was pressing down, intending to crush Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was exceptionally composed. No one saw him circulate divine power; he simply waved his hand, striking forward as if shooing away a mosquito.

Behind him, the Star Peak disciples all smiled. Such a casual move was simply courting death. Many already clapped, feeling there was no suspense. Only the man in white frowned and whispered, “Senior Brother Yang, be careful!”

But it was too late. Ye Fan’s palm instantly turned golden-yellow, as if cast from refined gold, extraordinarily mystical. It didn’t look like a flesh palm at all; it shone brilliantly, dazzling to the eyes.

“Bang!”

The golden-yellow palm collided with the transparent large hand. First, there was a muffled thud, then continuous cracking sounds of bones, like stir-frying beans, crackling non-stop.

“Hahahaha… Does a firefly’s light dare to contend with the bright moon?”

“Who doesn’t know that our Star Peak disciples have the strongest physique? Cultivating to profound realms, their bodies are comparable to spiritual treasures. To actually clash palms with Senior Brother Yang, he truly doesn’t know death!”

However, their discussions stopped there. Their voices abruptly ceased, and they swallowed their remaining words, for the outcome shocked them! It wasn’t Ye Fan whose bones shattered; the sound of crackling beans came from the tall Senior Brother Yang.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, witnessing an unbelievable sight. Senior Brother Yang’s clothes directly turned to dust. His body was almost transparent—this was a manifestation of Star Peak’s body refinement reaching a certain realm. Within that nearly transparent body, snow-white bones continuously cracked, starting from the right palm and rapidly spreading upwards. His entire right arm was like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, covered in cracks. Next, the cracks spread to his neck, then rushed to his chest, and quickly fractured downwards. Fine lines like spiderwebs densely covered the bones of his legs, extending all the way to his toes before stopping. Finally, his spine, the other arm, and his skull also cracked entirely, like porcelain that had been heavily impacted.

This was a terrifying sight: a transparent body where everything inside was clearly visible. When the bones shattered throughout his body, the sounds were incessant, and every detail was witnessed by everyone present. Many were stunned into petrification on the spot, feeling waves of suffocation.

Ye Fan calmly stepped back, then exhaled forward. The airflow vibrated, and Senior Brother Yang tilted his head back and fell, letting out a miserable scream: “Ah…”

At this moment, all the bones in his body had completely cracked. As he fell backward, face up, various parts of his body were already deformed, his shattered bones unable to support his flesh. This outcome stunned everyone. This was a cultivator in the Divine Bridge realm, yet he had his entire body’s bones shattered by a single palm strike. Just thinking about it sent shivers down their spines.

From behind, a female cultivator quickly rushed forward and enveloped his body with divine light, preventing him from falling into the dust. Otherwise, his body would have been completely ruined. Even so, she was incredibly nervous, afraid that his head would deform, and she carefully controlled her divine light.

“This…”

“How could this be?!”

No one could remain calm. Such palm power was simply unheard of. Striking a cultivator in the Divine Bridge realm was no different from crushing a scarecrow. The cultivators Ye Fan had kicked away felt a wave of fear afterward. How could such a person be ordinary? Killing them would be almost as easy as taking something out of one’s pocket.

“Such a physical body is too terrifying! Our Star Peak refines bodies with starlight, making them extremely powerful. How could he shatter Senior Brother Yang’s entire body’s bones? How much power did that palm strike contain? It might be comparable to a cultivator in the Other Shore realm.”

Ye Fan stood quietly there, appearing about fourteen years old, looking delicate, even a bit childish, with a touch of innocence and sunshine. This appearance made him feel incredibly unreal.

The Star Peak disciples felt chills down their spines. This was practically a humanoid savage beast, and a legendary one at that, with awe-inspiring divine power.

Li Xiaoman stared blankly, unable to believe that Ye Fan had crippled Senior Brother Yang with a single palm strike. It seemed like a casual blow, with power still to spare. This left her feeling unsettled and struggling to believe the reality of what happened.

At this moment, if anyone was the most composed, it would certainly be Ji Ziyue. She giggled and said, “How boring! Is this big guy made of paper? He’s too weak to take a hit.”

As soon as she said this, many glared at her angrily.

“Senior Brother Yang’s skills aren’t refined enough; he can’t blame others. All of you, step back.” The man in white, who had been standing calmly at the very back, now walked forward. He was the calmest person besides Ji Ziyue. Looking at Ye Fan, he said, “You’ve repeatedly injured my Star Peak disciples, so you do have some abilities. They’re not wrongly accused.”

“Go recuperate well on your bed for a few years, and reflect on how to be a more reserved disciple of Tai Xuan.” Ye Fan said this to Senior Brother Yang, who was still screaming, before turning around to face the man in white.

This man was not old, only around twenty. He had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, looking very valiant. Dressed in white clothes and white shoes, spotless, starlight actually swirled within his eyes.

“I suppose you came here with pre-existing skills. May I ask what profound art you cultivate?” the man in white calmly asked.

“The Great Way of Nature,” Ye Fan said casually.

Behind, the Star Peak disciples, seeing the man in white step forward, all calmed down and began to speak.

“Humble Peak’s Great Way of Nature has only recently opened its inheritance. It’s impossible for it to be such a technique.”

“That power just now was like an abyss or a sea, vastly different from the Way of Nature.”

They felt wronged and angry, repeatedly suppressed today, feeling that Star Peak had lost face.

“If you don’t wish to say, I won’t ask,” the man in white said calmly. “I’ll try my hand against you.”

“You, as a cultivator in the Other Shore realm, have the nerve to say that,” Ji Ziyue stepped forward, pouting her small mouth slightly, revealing her sparkling, shell-like teeth. “Why don’t you go challenge powerful cultivators in the Dao Palace Secret Realm?”

“He can cripple a peak Divine Bridge cultivator with one palm strike. My fighting him wouldn’t be considered bullying him.”

“That sounds good, but he merely has a powerful physique. You, as an Other Shore realm cultivator, can cast all sorts of divine arts. How can he fight you?” Ji Ziyue asked, wrinkling her nose.

“When he crippled Senior Brother Yang with one palm, the outcome was already decided. He has no other choice,” the man in white said, showing no emotional fluctuation, somewhat coldly. “If you want to live, kowtow and apologize to Senior Brother Yang, and shatter all the bones in your body yourself. Otherwise, I will personally make a move.”

“These legs of mine have never even knelt to Heaven. Can he bear it? Can all of you bear it?!” Ye Fan glared at the man in white.

“Are your legs very tough? Then I’ll just break them first,” the man in white said calmly and collectedly, as if stating something trivial.

Not far away, Li Xiaoman lightly moved her lotus steps and said to the man in white, “Senior Brother Chen Feng, why bother stooping to his level? A slight punishment would suffice; there’s no need for a major conflict. Humble Peak is already rising; let’s not harm the harmony between our two lineages.”

The man in white, Chen Feng, smiled slightly and asked, “Oh, Junior Sister Li, how do you think he should be punished?”

Ye Fan glanced at Li Xiaoman, said nothing, and strode directly forward, saying to the man in white, “Do you really think I’m meat on a chopping block? That you can knead me however you like?!”

“Let me see what kind of waves you can stir up,” the man in white, Chen Feng, said with a calm expression. He spread open his palm, and instantly, specks of starlight rippled out, as if several stars were fixed in his hand. He looked at Ye Fan and said, “I’ll give you one last chance: shatter all the bones in your body yourself, kowtow, and apologize. Otherwise, if I personally make a move, whether you live or die will be hard to say.”

“Wouldn’t you die if you weren’t so condescending and self-righteous?” Ye Fan’s voice was very calm. “Your legs, I’ll break. Your head, I’ll step on!”

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