Chapter 205: Five Thousand Years of Attack Part One (First Half)

The Qingxia Sect was situated among eighteen verdant peaks, each shrouded in mist, with cascading streams and waterfalls, creating an ethereal and indistinct landscape. Below the green peaks, streams gurgled and wound their way through, where vegetation flourished, diffusing a faint green aura.

Ye Fan stood amidst the green mountains and clear waters, absorbing the natural beauty, showing not a trace of nervousness even as he faced the ten powerful experts.

"So, it's you who wishes me to vacate this place to establish your sect here?" The Sect Master of Qingxia, with his black hair and flowing long beard, asked. His eyes shone like lightning, and though he appeared to be only around forty, his vitality was exceptionally vigorous, radiating an imposing aura like a blazing furnace.

"Indeed, that is my intention. This place is beautiful, perfectly suited to my purpose," Ye Fan replied, standing before a pond whose surface shimmered, reflecting his tall figure.

"So young, yet so presumptuous! You see the beauty of Qingxia and wish to claim it for yourself? Is this what your elders taught you about how to conduct yourself?" a Grand Elder beside him coldly reprimanded.

Ye Fan let out a silent laugh and said, "Are you lecturing me on morality? Those dead miners, to whom should they complain? Should they resent the bandits, or should they gnash their teeth at you? Aren't my actions precisely what you've been doing? If you find it presumptuous, why do you impose it on others? Compared to you, my actions are truly insignificant. A respectable sect, regardless of its size, represents a legacy, yet you support bandits, pillaging in all directions, burning and killing the innocent. You are simply the cancer and the source of evil in this land!"

"You must not speak such nonsense!" another Grand Elder reprimanded.

Ye Fan let out a long, cold laugh and said, "I've already come to your doorstep, and there's no one else here. You don't need to pretend. In my eyes, your reputation is not even as clean as the dust on the ground."

"The development of a sect always requires some strong-arm tactics; otherwise, it's difficult to grow," the Sect Master of Qingxia said in a deep voice.

"Hahahaha..." Ye Fan burst into loud laughter, then his expression slowly turned serious, and he said, "What a grand and proper reason, what a righteous tone."

"Perhaps it's a bit extreme, but it won't harm the fundamental stability of this region," the Qingxia Sect Master replied calmly, without showing anger. He vaguely sensed something was amiss, fearing Ye Fan might be an inheritor from a major power.

"Is it merely 'perhaps extreme'?" Ye Fan suddenly turned, pointing to Er Lengzi not far away, and said, "He once had an elder sister, young and beautiful, pure and dignified, and their family was harmonious and happy. But what happened? You supported your disciples in becoming bandits, committing beastly acts that led a young girl to die in humiliation, plunging her entire family into sorrow."

Not far away, Er Lengzi clutched his own hair, squatting on the ground in immense agony.

"Your disciples acted with utter disregard, kidnapping resource prospectors from various villages. If anyone resisted, they would resort to violence, not even sparing old people of sixty or seventy, intending to beat them to death."

"These are just isolated incidents."

"Isolated incidents?" Ye Fan shook his head. "A single stone village with only a few dozen households had a young girl humiliated, an old man nearly beaten to death, and several others killed. Looking at a radius of five hundred li, how many tragedies do you think there would be? Are you still cultivators? Did you establish this sect just to legitimize burning, killing, and pillaging?"

"Young Master Ye, you must avenge my sister!" Er Lengzi cried out from afar.

"Old Man Zhang was brutally beaten, but he survived," Wang Shu said, also becoming emotional. "However, three of our childhood friends, who grew up playing with Er Lengzi and me, were beaten to death in the past."

"What else do you have to say?" Ye Fan demanded, staring intently at the group.

"Only by becoming strong can we maintain the stability of this region, and when the time is right, all bandits will naturally disappear," a very old Grand Elder of the Qingxia Sect said.

"Saying such things, don't you feel uneasy in your conscience?" Ye Fan asked, scanning them. "I believe that only by eradicating all of you can these troubles be permanently eliminated and peace be restored to this region!"

"What arrogant words! Do you really think a single person can destroy our sect?" a volatile Grand Elder exclaimed, his eyebrows bristling.

"Whose inheritor are you, after all?" someone demanded. This was their greatest concern; if he were a disciple of a major power, killing him here might invite a great disaster.

"I am but a rogue cultivator; you need not be wary," Ye Fan said, stepping lightly as he advanced towards the Qingxia Sect Master.

The many Grand Elders of the Qingxia Sect exchanged glances, killing intent clear on their faces. One of them said, "Kill him; there's no other way."

The Qingxia Sect Master's face darkened even further, and he shouted to his distant disciples, "Seal the mountain gates! Absolutely do not let these three escape."

They had already seen that Ye Fan was at the same cultivation realm as them. Even if his combat power was astonishing, he couldn't possibly withstand the combined assault of ten people at once; perhaps not even the great Holy Lords in their youth could achieve that.

"We originally intended to spare your life, but you're not leaving yourself a way out, so don't blame us for being ruthless and ending you here!"

"No matter your origin, for now, we can only treat you as a rogue cultivator and kill you!"

These people sneered repeatedly, clearly intending to kill Ye Fan here and give him no chance to live.

"After hearing your words, my conscience is clear. Qingxia will henceforth become history and will never exist again!" Ye Fan declared, his robes fluttering as he stood by the pond, surrounded by fragrant flowers and plants that made him appear pristine and untouched by dust. Though there was no visible killing intent, his presence was unsettling.

In the distance, the disciples of Qingxia were terrified and retreated quickly. They couldn't forget the recent scene: this was a young devil king who looked delicate and harmless, but when he acted, he was soul-stirring and unbelievably powerful.

"Attack and kill him! He absolutely must not be allowed to leave!"

Ten cultivators of the Dao Palace secret realm struck simultaneously. Even though each had cultivated only one deity, the combined force of ten was terrifying enough.

They wielded mountain-like energies, combining their power as they simultaneously attacked Ye Fan.

Only now, at his current realm, did Ye Fan truly understand the terror of Dao Palace cultivators: their weapons were propelled by deities, amplifying their power many times over.

For instance, the Qingxia Sect Master conjured a bronze lamp; his heart's divine treasury transformed into a sun, sinking into the lamp. The two merged, illuminating the vast sky.

Like a celestial lamp flying in from another world, it hung high in the sky, casting down streams of flame that burned towards Ye Fan. The scorching temperature even evaporated a nearby waterfall, leaving behind a misty vapor, as if in a fairyland.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan swung his fist, striking towards the bronze lamp. His combat power surged like waves, stirring remnant clouds and causing the mist between the green peaks to instantly dissipate, revealing the clear, vast heavens.

His golden fist glowed as it moved through the air, like an ancient war chariot rumbling across the sky, making the vast heavens tremble continuously.

This powerful divine energy surged like a vast ocean, causing the Qingxia Sect Master and all the Grand Elders to change color. This was simply too terrifying.

For such a young man, at his age, to possess such formidable combat power meant he was either a rare genius or an elite inheritor trained by a Holy Land.

"We've already exchanged blows; there's no amicable resolution," they thought. "We must take him down. Whether to refine him or kill him, we'll decide after ascertaining his origin." These people were filled with apprehension.

The weapons of the ten powerful experts combined, blocking Ye Fan's golden fist. Flames soared to the sky, lightning tore through the air, and clanging divine sounds resounded through the heavens.

"This child is too powerful; he must be eliminated!" The Qingxia Sect Master felt a chill in his heart. He was deeply worried that if Ye Fan were allowed to grow, in just another year or two, they would have no chance at all.

A Grand Elder let out a clear whistle, and a black light shot out from his mouth. He formed hand seals and conjured eighty-one black lotuses, which escorted the black light as it struck towards Ye Fan.

Seeing this, the others also acted, striking forward in attack.

"Black Lotus Scorches Soul, Slices Form, Destroys Spirit," the Grand Elder shouted.

The eighty-one black lotuses bloomed, their dark petals unfurling, intertwining with the humanoid black light within the formation to transform into a celestial ghost that lunged towards Ye Fan.

This was a powerful secret technique, intended to tear open Ye Fan's soul, devour divine power, rip apart protective light screens, and directly act upon a person's spiritual essence.

"Merely the light of a firefly!" Ye Fan showed no fear. He let out a soft cry, and his hands moved, displaying one of the Nine Secrets' great offensive arts once more.

Immeasurable Ocean!

Behind him, a vast ocean appeared, its waters entirely golden, stirring up thousands of enormous waves.

As he unleashed a punch, the vast golden ocean transformed into a cerulean dragon suspended in mid-air, soaring forth with Ye Fan's strike and charging forward.

This was an earth-shattering killing intent, possessing immeasurable destructive power. The dragon rising from the boundless sea, its roar echoed through the nine heavens, audible throughout the entire Qingxia Sect.

Overwhelming destruction!

The eighty-one black lotuses were shattered by the golden dragon fist. As for the humanoid celestial ghost in the center, it was torn apart and crushed into dust.

"Where do you think you're going!" Ye Fan charged forward, not intending to let his opponent escape.

Everyone was astonished; Ye Fan's offensive power was too immense for others to stop him. The foremost Grand Elder was completely targeted.

He instantly rushed over, unleashing the Boundless Sea Dragon technique, leaping across the sky, stirring winds and clouds, like a divine lord descending upon the world!

"Pfft!"

Ye Fan threw a punch that shattered the Grand Elder's body inch by inch, and then, like an ephemeral phantom, he vanished in the blink of an eye.

A powerful Grand Elder was beaten to death by a single punch from him!

The other nine were utterly astonished; such a powerful offensive art made their hearts tremble.

Just now, that Grand Elder had been like the blade's edge, rushing to the forefront, while they were the body of the blade. Although it wasn't the full combined force of ten, it was close.

The opponent actually shattered the blade's edge directly, killing him cleanly and efficiently, making every heart throb.

In the distance, the disciples of Qingxia were even more terrified. Ten powerful experts had joined forces to encircle and kill one person, yet a Grand Elder was killed in retaliation!

"Which Holy Land's inheritor are you, after all?" the Qingxia Sect Master asked in a deep voice.

"Can one not possess such strength if not an inheritor of a Holy Land?" Ye Fan asked. The ocean behind him disappeared, and he was like a wisp of white cloud, calmly stepping forward, elegant and agile.

"We shall refine him!"

The nine powerful experts, with all the deities from their Dao Palaces, rushed out. Eighteen figures formed an inescapable net, trapping Ye Fan within.

However, Ye Fan remained calm, moving with ease and grace. His left hand formed a moon seal, and his right hand formed a sun seal, as if pushing the sun and moon forward.

Indeed, a terrifying sight unfolded!

A bright moon, as large as a millstone, slowly rotated before his left hand, while a celestial sun, also as large as a millstone, slowly revolved before his right hand.

Supreme pressure emanated as heaven and man united. He was like a deity, propelling the sun and moon forward!

Even though they were hiding far away, the disciples of Qingxia Sect couldn't help but tremble. Such an offensive secret technique was unheard of and unseen, and the powerful killing intent that enveloped them made them feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Such combat power is too terrifying!" the Grand Elders of the Qingxia Sect exclaimed, their faces changing. They struggled to contend with Ye Fan.

"Even the great Holy Lords in their youth were probably only like this."

"Could he really be a young Holy Lord? Otherwise, how could he possess such combat power!"

"If he's not an inheritor of a Holy Land, then his potential is even more terrifying. Could he be a mythical divine body?!"

Ye Fan's left hand formed the moon seal, and his right hand formed the sun seal, propelling the millstone-sized bright moon and celestial sun. They crushed through the sky, shaking the high heavens, utterly unstoppable.