Chapter 433: Massive Killing Spree

The tavern was deserted, with no other customers. Zhang Wenchang looked even older, his eyes dim. He stood there woodenly, like a scarecrow without a heart.

He was filled with weariness, with no trace of light in his eyes. He endured insults and dissatisfaction with life, always responding with silence. His world was bleak.

“You useless old man, have you already seen the Holy Body but kept it from us?” a young man asked coldly.

“I haven’t,” Zhang Wenchang replied woodenly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. His entire being was filled with melancholy.

“Is he really dead? If so, that would be too easy for him,” another young man said, displeased, glaring at Zhang Wenchang. “If you dare to deceive us, you’ll pay dearly for it!”

“Months ago, he fought against the king of Zhongzhou’s younger generation, but he hasn't appeared for three months. Many are saying he's dead.”

Ji Hui sneered, “He’s definitely not dead. Three months ago, he appeared a million and a half miles away. His clear intention was to come to Yan Country, as this is the only place he has had contact with.”

“Great-grandmother, you always say he’s not dead, but why hasn’t he appeared?” a young man, a direct descendant of Ji Hui, asked in confusion.

“That brat is very cunning. I believe he’s already back, just not showing himself,” Ji Hui said, her gaze sharp as she fixed it on Zhang Wenchang.

“He’s going to die anyway, why should we make such a fuss? There’s no need to go to great lengths for a dead man,” one of Ji Hui’s grand-nephews said.

“That little beast burned half my body, and it took me over a year of secluded cultivation to recover. If I can’t personally flay him, how can I vent this anger?” Ji Hui slammed her dragon-head staff heavily on the ground. Then she sneered meaningfully, “Different civilizations spark brilliant collisions. For cultivators, imprinting his experiences would be a supreme experience.”

“Ancestor, what are you talking about?” several young people from the Ji family asked, looking confused.

“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you!” Ji Hui’s face turned cold, and she said no more.

Not far away, Ye Fan’s heart trembled, stirring a storm of emotions. The high-ranking members of the Ji family must have known he came from the other side of the starry sky, or they would never have spoken like this.

In the Northern Territory, Ji Haoyue had revealed similar information, hypothesizing whether the Holy Body could break the curse if he wasn’t from this world.

“But if we kill him, that one from the Jiang family… we can’t afford to provoke him,” a middle-aged man in his forties said, a hint of worry on his face.

“Who said I want to kill him?” Ji Hui asked, her face gloomy, revealing a cruel, cold smile. “He’s going to die anyway. Killing him would be too easy. I want to slowly peel his skin, extract his bones, and thoroughly refine him.”

“Old hag!” In the distance, Ye Fan sneered.

“Even so, it might still provoke that one. We should think twice,” the middle-aged man advised.

“I know my limits. I won’t kill him. Even if something goes wrong, it won’t involve the family; I’ll take full responsibility myself,” Ji Hui said coldly.

The middle-aged man said no more, as Ji Hui’s father was an extremely powerful Grand Elder, whom even the Ji family’s Holy Lord had to be wary of.

He had already understood the hidden meaning: the Holy Body came from an unknown place, and everything he had experienced was a supreme experience for cultivators. These details were likely revealed by that Grand Elder.

“The Peerless Divine King of the Jiang family might no longer be in this world…” a young man sneered, lacking reverence.

“Silence! Don’t speak nonsense!” the middle-aged man rebuked.

Although he also believed that Divine King Jiang had probably passed away long ago, the older generation still had reservations, fearing the Divine King’s reappearance in the world. The more powerful a person was, the more they were wary.

“What’s the use of guarding this half-crippled old man? The Holy Body clearly isn’t coming,” a young man said, glancing at Zhang Wenchang before pushing him aside. “Get out of the way! Can’t you see I’m trying to pass?”

Zhang Wenchang stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. His temples were gray, and crow’s feet gathered at the corners of his eyes. His frail body only managed to steady itself after colliding heavily with a table.

He stood woodenly to the side, saying nothing, utterly dejected. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes as he silently endured everything.

Ji Hui’s expression was cold. “The Holy Body must have already arrived,” she said. “He is proficient in Source Techniques, so he must have changed his appearance. He doesn't have much life left, so he will come to see his old friends.”

“But if he doesn't show up, we can’t do anything,” a young man mumbled.

Ji Hui cast a disdainful glance at Zhang Wenchang and said to the young men, “Cut off one of his arms, but don’t kill him; his experiences are also a supreme experience. If that little beast still doesn’t come out soon, then cut off another leg from this useless man. Let’s see how cruel that brat’s heart is, and how long he can endure.”

Ye Fan had never hated anyone like this before. He wanted to dismember Ji Hui and nail her to the city gates of Yandu for all to see.

His resolve was already tough enough, but at this moment, his fury raged, and his teeth were almost ground to dust. He strode out, carrying the God-Beating Whip on his back, approaching the tavern.

He couldn’t just watch Zhang Wenchang have an arm cut off. His great task was complete: he had gathered the sacred medicine and successfully emerged from the Ancient Forbidden Land. He had no more reservations in the Southern Territory and revealed his true appearance as he approached.

“Ji Hui, you old hag!” Ye Fan’s voice was incredibly cold and chilling.

On the street, everyone felt the temperature plummet. The invisible killing intent made people shiver, a chill emanating from their hearts, their teeth and lips trembling.

“Little beast, you finally dared to show your face! I really should have removed one of his arms sooner; then you would have come out much earlier,” Ji Hui said, her eyes freezing cold, as she suddenly stood up, leaning on her dragon-head staff.

The other members of the Ji family all showed surprise, staring at the young man in green before them. “Is this the Holy Body?” Many were seeing him for the first time.

Everyone on the street was startled. All the cultivators surged forward, quickly surrounding the tavern, blocking every possible exit.

“The Holy Body is still alive! Wasn’t it said he died three months ago?”

Everyone was incredibly shocked. This explosive news quickly spread, and more cultivators rushed to the scene. It was as if the streets were emptied, alarming everyone in Yandu.

Before long, countless cultivators arrived.

“Is that the Holy Body? He caused a tremendous stir in the Northern Territory, even alarming the Sect Master of Zhongzhou, yet he looks just like a youth!”

“Everyone has been spreading rumors that the young man named Ye died three months ago. How did he reappear?!”

Numerous cultivators from Yandu rushed over, all discussing animatedly.

Ye Fan, dressed in green, had jet-black hair and clear, bright eyes. He looked very refined, making it difficult to associate him with the rumors of golden blood energy soaring to the sky and a physical body comparable to a true dragon.

Inside the tavern, a flicker of light appeared in Zhang Wenchang’s dim eyes. He was very anxious and shouted to Ye Fan, “You must leave quickly!”

“You useless old man, what are you shouting about?!” a young man from the Ji family rebuked him, shoving him so he tumbled heavily among the tables and chairs.

Ye Fan’s expression instantly turned cold. He stared at the young man and said, “I’ll kill you first!”

“What arrogance! Little beast, since you’ve shown up today, don’t expect to leave!” Ji Hui said menacingly.

“Swish!”

Ye Fan vanished instantly, appearing out of thin air in front of Zhang Wenchang. In a flash, he placed him into a jade pure bottle. Then, with a single finger, he pierced through the forehead of the young man next to him with a "thump."

He had said he would kill this man first, and indeed, he accomplished it in one strike!

The young man screamed, his eyes filled with terror. Blood and brain matter simultaneously flowed from his forehead, and he fell stiffly to the ground, completely dead.

Ye Fan flashed and disappeared, exiting the tavern. He coldly stared at those people; his movements were too fast for anyone to react.

“Great Void Art!” everyone exclaimed.

The secret technique Ye Fan used was indeed the Ji family’s Great Void Art. He was even more skilled at it than the Ji family members, appearing and disappearing invisibly in the void, impossible to guard against!

“Don’t let him escape!” Ji Hui’s face was livid.

She hated Ye Fan to the core. Over a year ago, Ye Fan had burned a Grand Elder of the Ji family to death and had also burned half of her own body, almost crippling her. She constantly thought of revenge, completely forgetting how it all started.

“Run? I have no such intention at all. How could I leave without killing you?!” Ye Fan’s voice was icy cold.

Inside the tavern, several figures silently appeared. They were all powerful elders from the Dragon Transformation realm, who had been hiding there specifically to intercept Ye Fan.

“You are all Ji Hui’s nephews and grand-nephews, aren’t you? I will kill you one by one. I want her to watch!” Ye Fan said, staring at the young men in the tavern.

At the same time, a brilliant imprint burst from his body, vast as an abyss or sea, with a majestic aura that inspired awe.

“That’s… the Divine King’s imprint!”

“Heavens, could it be that the Peerless Divine King is not dead yet?”

Everyone exclaimed, their faces filled with disbelief.

This was naturally Ye Fan’s intentional act, meant to intimidate, lest any 'living fossil' level figures emerge. In fact, this imprint had long been unrelated to the Divine King; he had strengthened it himself, and he no longer knew whether the Divine King was alive or dead.

“Swish!”

Ye Fan vanished instantly, entering the tavern. An elder from the Dragon Transformation realm tried to block him, but he was simply not fast enough.

“Thump!”

Ye Fan shattered Ji Hui’s great-grandson with a single palm strike, killing him instantly. Then he flashed and reappeared on the street, confronting them.

“You…” Ji Hui was furious. This was her direct bloodline, and she dearly loved this child, yet Ye Fan had beaten him to death.

“Didn’t you like to hunt me down? Today, I’ll do some hunting myself, and let you experience this feeling!” Ye Fan said, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

“Let’s kill him together!” Ji Hui’s body trembled with rage, consumed by anger, her fingers shaking.

However, the several elders from the Dragon Transformation realm dared not strike to kill. They rushed over, intending to suppress Ye Fan first.

However, they clearly underestimated Ye Fan’s strength. They couldn’t even catch a glimpse of him; the Old Madman’s footwork, once unleashed, represented the ultimate speed in the world.

“Swish!”

Ye Fan entered the tavern, grabbed a young man, twisted his neck, and said coldly, “Is he your grand-nephew? I think I just heard that.”

“Release him!” Ji Hui shrieked.

“Alright, here you go!” Ye Fan nodded in agreement.

“Spare me, it has nothing to do with me!” the young man cried out.

“Thump!”

Ye Fan slammed his head into his chest, threw him to Ji Hui, and rushed towards the next person with a cold smile.

“Kill him quickly!” Ji Hui, hair dishevelled and looking insane, swung her dragon-head staff and lunged forward.

Several elders from the Dragon Transformation realm moved together, wanting to stay by the young men’s side to protect them.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan extended his golden hand, forcefully sending an elder from the Dragon Transformation realm flying, and with another palm, grabbed a young man who was nearly paralyzed with fear.

“Ji Hui, old hag, catch this!”

“Thump!”

This young man’s head split open, and he was thrown towards Ji Hui.

“Little beast…” Ji Hui was exasperated with rage. This was also one of her nephews/grand-nephews, and her entire body trembled.

Ye Fan killed one person every ten steps, as if entering an uninhabited land. He didn’t attack Ji Hui directly; he had been inspired by the old hag’s words: sometimes tormenting someone is far more terrifying than killing them.

“Thump,” “Thump”…

Inside the tavern, those young men were all killed one by one by Ye Fan. He showed no mercy; he had seen how these people treated Zhang Wenchang just moments ago, and there was no need to be merciful.

“Old hag, it’s your turn this time!” Ye Fan’s words were chilling.

The faces of the Ji family elders from the Dragon Transformation realm became unreadable. Ye Fan was massacring here, and they couldn’t stop him; it was truly a disgrace.

“With us here, you should put away your arrogance!” several voices said coldly, shouting loudly.

“Is the Dragon Transformation realm impressive?!” Ye Fan was unmoved and strode forward.

“Kill him!” Ji Hui, hair dishevelled, was truly on the verge of going mad with rage.

Several elders from the Dragon Transformation realm shielded her behind them. If she were killed like this, they would all be disgraced.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, Ye Fan unleashed a terrifying fluctuation. Phenomena like 'Chaos Seeded Green Lotus' and 'Immortal King Descends upon Nine Heavens' simultaneously emerged, repelling the several elders.

“Kill!”

Ye Fan seized a golden spear and pierced forward. No one could withstand its edge; it broke through the limits of speed.

“Thump!”

He instantly pierced through Ji Hui. No one could possibly block such peerless sharpness; it was truly unparalleled divine bravery.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan’s entire body glowed with dazzling light, golden radiance burning fiercely like divine flames. He was like an ancient God of War, making people tremble involuntarily.

“You… put him down!” The elders from the Dragon Transformation realm all rushed over.

Ji Hui was not dead; she struggled on the golden spearhead, trying to break free.

Ye Fan strode forward, rushing towards the city gate. When still several hundred zhang away, he suddenly hurled the golden spear. The golden spear transformed into a streak of golden light, carrying Ji Hui through the air.

“Thump!”

The spear, like a golden lightning bolt, instantly plunged into the city gate tower, trembling continuously. Ji Hui was nailed to it.