Chapter 447: Battle of Yin and Yang

"How dare you! Let's see who dares to disrespect my Yin-Yang Sect!" Several elders from the Dragon Transformation Realm appeared in the sky, their voices chilling and filled with murderous intent.

Ye Fan held his Sacred Sword towards the sky, his black hair cascading like a waterfall, his eyes profound. He soared into the sky like a divine demon, brimming with killing intent.

Eight or nine young people, both male and female, followed beside the elders. Seeing Ye Fan, who appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, they all looked down on him.

One young man, holding a fierce weapon, stepped forward and pointed it at Ye Fan from a distance, a faint bloody glow emanating from it. He said coldly, "Is this a place you can just barge into? You have a death wish."

"Are you saying you have a death wish yourself?" Ye Fan directly swung his Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword towards the sky. A thick black sword beam, over a hundred meters long, shot up like a black lightning bolt.

"Puff!"

The young man was instantly sliced into a mist of blood, pulverized by the powerful sword energy. Nothing remained; even his fierce weapon turned to dust.

"Ah..."

Behind him, the other young cultivators cried out in alarm, their faces completely changing. The elders from the Dragon Transformation Realm had faces that turned extremely grim.

During this process, Ye Fan carefully held Xiao Niannian, simultaneously covering her eyes, preventing her from seeing the scene.

Xiao Niannian was constantly subjected to cruelty here and couldn't even get enough to eat. He didn't want her to be frightened again at this moment. This poor little girl truly broke his heart.

"Who exactly are you, and why do you dare to trespass on my Yin-Yang Sect's sacred ground and offend us?" An old man's voice was cold as he watched from afar.

"I offended you? What a joke! You captured my people from the Eastern Barrens, imprisoned my kin, and you dare question me?" Ye Fan's murderous aura soared, his hair danced, his eyes were sharp, like a divine demon.

Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and Tu Fei also arrived nearby, each guarding a side. Only the big black dog was nowhere to be seen, its whereabouts unknown.

"Have you really heard of the Yin-Yang Sect?" One of the young people seemed a bit incredulous. The Yin-Yang Sect was a supreme sect in the Central Plains, and few dared to provoke it. He thought Ye Fan was unaware of this.

"Never mind right or wrong, let's talk about heritage first. The Yin-Yang Sect has quite a temper." Ye Fan's murderous intent grew stronger. He said, "Isn't it just a sect from the Central Plains? What's so great about it?"

"Good, good, good. Indeed, you are an arrogant fool with a death wish. No one in this world has ever dared to disregard my Yin-Yang Sect."

Ye Fan sneered, advancing with his sword. He said, "What if I disregard you today? Where is your Saintess?"

"Young man, you're too insolent. This is not a place for you to act wildly." An elder's face was grim. With a boom, a large bell floated above his head. Purple mist swirled around it, exuding boundless murderous intent.

One of them shouted, "You dare to intrude, knowing this is a sacred ground of my Yin-Yang Sect? By what right do you demand to see our Saintess? With several elders here, do you think you can escape? You will surely be suppressed and killed!"

"Noisy." Ye Fan didn't even pay attention to these young people; he only cared about the powerful experts in the Dragon Transformation Realm. He swung his Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword forward, and a thick sword beam instantly tore through the void.

"Puff!"

The elders from the Dragon Transformation Realm couldn't stop it, even if they wanted to. They watched helplessly as Ye Fan killed someone right before their eyes. The black sword beam was too fast and too sharp.

The black beam cut through heaven and earth. It flashed past, and a bloody light bloomed. The disciple died a violent death.

"Boom!"

The large bell surged with mist, emitting a tremendous roar, resounding through heaven and earth like a lion's roar. It shook out endless terrifying sound waves, transforming into thousands of terrifying waves.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan directly swung his sword. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword expanded to over a hundred meters long as it met the wind. He held it and cleaved down, splitting apart thousands of surging waves and cutting through the deathly sound waves.

"Hmph!"

The old man snorted coldly, then rang the great bell again, charging forward. As the bell rang, a fierce beast burst forth. It had the head of a lion and the body of a true dragon.

"Roar..."

The bell's sound was like a lion's roar. It merged with the bell waves, creating chaos in the ocean-like black sound waves, seemingly capable of swallowing the sun and moon.

"Clang..."

The great bell resonated, tearing through the sky. The Dragon-Lion beast pounced, bringing with it towering black bell waves, almost submerging Ye Fan.

"Buzz!"

A bright light flared in the void. Ye Fan's entire body turned golden. He held his great sword horizontally and cleaved downwards. With a "puff," he severed the Dragon-Lion with a single sword stroke.

The mighty bell waves were instantly extinguished. It was as if a roaring beast had its neck choked. The sound abruptly vanished. The overwhelming bell waves disappeared, leaving no trace of their power.

"Clang!"

The expert from the Dragon Transformation Realm, with the great bell above his head, personally charged forward. With a loud "clang," the massive purple bell flew out like a mountain, suppressing Ye Fan.

"Boom!"

The great bell was like a towering peak, soaring into the sky, covering everything. It instantly enveloped Ye Fan beneath it, emitting a tremendous sound like a tsunami, vast beyond compare.

The majestic bell descended. It aimed to crush Ye Fan alive into powder, refining him into ashes. The bell shook heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the great bell shattered. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword in Ye Fan's hand, like a black true dragon, cleaved through the great bell, and he burst out.

The elder from the Dragon Transformation Realm snorted coldly and did not dodge. He had actually cultivated a phenomenon, which descended upon Ye Fan.

This was a gray mist, forming a small, self-contained world. Within a hundred zhang radius, he stood alone in the center. It could corrode all living beings, always effective and invincible wherever it went. He believed it could turn Ye Fan into pus and blood.

However, Ye Fan, as if taking a leisurely stroll in a garden, walked directly into it, and swung his sword. A black beam tore through the sky, and with a "puff," his head was sent flying.

"What's going on? What happened? Why is Elder Li immobilized by his own phenomenon, unable to move?"

Everyone exclaimed in shock, wide-eyed and speechless, showing expressions of disbelief. Ye Fan slaying Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators as easily as cutting vegetables in a garden shocked them.

"He's... the Holy Body, Ye Fan! Don't use phenomena in front of him!" Several figures flew from the distant sky, and such a voice echoed.

"What? He's the Holy Body? How did he get to our Yin-Yang Sect's sacred ground?" Many people exclaimed, sensing that something terrible was happening.

Many of them were from the Central Plains. Although they had heard of the Holy Body, it was impossible for all of them to have seen him in person. Immediately, there was a great commotion.

Everyone knew that the Holy Body would soon pass away and didn't have much time left to live. Even his arch-enemies were unwilling to provoke him, but unexpectedly, he had come to this place.

"Ye Fan, although you have some fame, you shouldn't have provoked my Yin-Yang Sect." The elders from the Dragon Transformation Realm all had grim faces.

"I didn't come to provoke you; you provoked me. You abducted Xiao Niannian to this place and abused her. You deserve to die!" His voice was icy, and his murderous intent intensified.

Pang Bo, Tu Fei, and Li Heishui sneered repeatedly and also unsheathed their weapons, ready to fight the enemy.

"Woof..." The big black dog, which had been missing, also rushed out. Its mouth was full of medicinal fragrance. Clearly, it had just been wreaking havoc in someone's medicine vault.

Ye Huiling stood in the shadows, not revealing her true appearance. After all, she was a cultivator from the Central Plains, and the Yin-Yang Sect was too powerful. If they found out, she would face trouble in the Central Plains in the future.

Below, the children were already crying loudly in fear. Even Xiao Niannian was very uneasy. Although Ye Fan had covered her eyes, she still whispered, "Niannian is scared..."

"Niannian, don't be afraid." Ye Fan covered her with divine light. A sacred aura permeated, making her feel incredibly warm and comfortable.

"Whoosh!"

Three elders from the Yin-Yang Sect's Dragon Transformation Realm moved forward together, surrounding Ye Fan, intending to jointly attack and kill him.

"So what if you are the Holy Body? Even if a Divine King protects you, this time you actively came to kill us. If we kill you, there will be no repercussions for us!"

"Boom!"

The three revealed their full murderous intent and attacked simultaneously, each unleashing their individual weapons. Red blood light and black death light surged like a sea, shattering the very sky.

"Dong!"

Ye Fan remained unshaken. The "Splendid Rivers and Mountains" phenomenon appeared—a magnificent small world where vast mountains pierced the sky, ancient trees reached to the heavens, and silver waterfalls cascaded down.

He stood alone at the peak. All incoming attacks and spells dissolved into nothingness. With a swing of his black Sacred Sword, the entire phenomenon, like a world, moved with him.

The magnificent rivers and mountains extended without limit, as if without end, instantly covering the entire sky.

The three were shocked and quickly retreated, but they were not faster than the "Splendid Rivers and Mountains." They were enveloped by it on the spot. They were terrified, as it was a common understanding that being suppressed by the Holy Body's phenomenon meant near certain death.

"Boom!"

Although they were struggling, three great mountains rose from the magnificent rivers and mountains, instantly pressing them down.

"So what if you're in the Dragon Transformation Realm? How dare you display your power before me?"

Ye Fan swung his black Sacred Sword, directly severing the heads of the three who were suppressed under the great mountains. Blood gushed forth, and everyone was stunned.

"How dare you, junior!" Several more figures flew over, attacking Ye Fan.

"Do you take us for air?" Pang Bo sneered. His eyes were like silver moons, shooting out two terrifying dragon-shaped white beams.

He immediately unleashed the Annihilation Form of the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor.

This sacred art possessed peerless power. Back then, both Ye Fan and the big black dog had suffered greatly from it. It was unstoppable unless countered by the Nine Secrets.

"Junior, who are you?" An elder from the Dragon Transformation Realm seemed not to have sensed the approaching danger. He blocked with an ancient shield.

"Bang!"

The ancient shield shattered. The dragon-shaped silver beam was indestructible, instantly piercing him and pulverizing him on the spot. Not even a mist of blood remained.

"Ah..." Everyone screamed.

"Who is he? So terrifying! He even obliterated an elder from the first layer of the Dragon Transformation Realm, turning him to ashes with a single strike!"

This was Pang Bo's strongest sacred art. He had only mastered the first three slashes of the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, yet their power was peerless. Now that he had reached Great Perfection in the Four Extremities, killing cultivators one minor realm higher than himself was naturally effortless.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan attacked again. With his phenomenon displayed, he was unstoppable. These people were not like the extraordinary Hua Yunfei. Although they were also powerful experts at the first layer of the Dragon Transformation Realm, their combat power was inferior.

The phenomenon extended without limit, imprisoning heaven and earth, sealing off the enemies.

"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"

With his first sword, a head flew off, and blood splattered. The second sword cleaved another person in half, blood gushing out. The third sword diagonally severed another Dragon Transformation elder at the shoulder, staining the sky with blood.

Ye Fan's black hair danced, his eyes were cold. As if entering an uninhabited land, he killed three people in a row, subduing all the powerful experts of the Yin-Yang Sect. The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword in his hand dripped with blood. He was like a divine demon.

Everyone retreated in fear to the distant sky, not daring to approach.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan extended a large golden hand, grabbing the sealed middle-aged beautiful woman from the ground. He said, "Where is your Saintess?"

"Cough..." An old cough came. An old crone, leaning on a walking stick, appearing decrepit with age, walked step by step through the void.

Several elders from the Dragon Transformation Realm followed behind her, surrounding her in the center. Many cultivators from the Dao Palace Realm also appeared.

"Fourth Transformation of Dragon Transformation!" Pang Bo was startled. This was definitely a formidable enemy, far superior to the elders at the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"Young man, you truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, to actually come and cause trouble in the sacred grounds of the Yin-Yang Sect." Although the old crone's body was frail, her eyes were as cold as a venomous snake's.

"You abducted Xiao Niannian here, and then you blame me for causing trouble. So domineering, truly befitting a supreme sect!" Ye Fan sneered.

"Isn't she just a forgetful little girl? What does that matter?" The old crone said indifferently, not taking it seriously at all. She glanced disdainfully at Xiao Niannian, then fixed her gaze on Ye Fan, saying, "You are merely a Holy Body of the Doomsday, already close to death. Yet you cause such a commotion. This old woman will send you on your way early."

"Old hag, I'll send you on your way instead. Then I'll go kill your Saintess," Ye Fan retorted coldly.