Chapter 471: Reverse Pressure in the Mortal World

A peerless, emerald-green sword gleamed, its tip aimed directly at Ye Fan's head. There was no way to evade this certain death.

No one had anticipated such a sudden turn of events right after Ye Fan's fierce battle with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. The assailant appeared out of thin air, demonstrating astonishing abilities.

This world-shaking assassination sent shivers down everyone's spines. Who could possibly evade such a strike? No one had even seen how she appeared; the sword tip was already inches from his head.

The attack was swift and ruthless, designed for a single, fatal blow. If it connected, both body and spirit would surely be destroyed, leaving no hope of survival.

"Woof!" The big black dog roared like a savage dragon, shaking the mountains and shattering countless plants. Yet, even such a terrifying roar couldn't resolve the immediate peril.

"Big Brother..." Little Nannan cried out in alarm. She hadn't been watching the bloody battle earlier; Li Heishui had only brought her out after it concluded. Yet, the little girl happened to witness this scene and immediately burst into tears.

Her white robes fluttered like an Immortal Flying Beyond the Heavens. The peerless sword gleam flickered, severing a lock of Ye Fan's hair as it almost touched his skull.

At this critical moment, Ye Fan's body bent, transforming into a dragon-shaped trace of the Dao, becoming the Yin-Yang dividing line of a Tai Chi divine diagram.

This was a trace of the Great Dao!

But this wasn't enough. Even breaking through to extreme speed, he still couldn't completely evade the sword aimed at his head; the tip had already touched his skin and bone.

The Old Madman's footwork also integrated, becoming part of the dragon-shaped Dao trace, helping him transform and escape like a flying dragon.

Golden blood splattered as strands of his hair were severed. Ye Fan still couldn't fully evade the sword; it had already plunged down, poised to pierce his skull.

Time seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, eyes wide, watching with intense nervousness.

The immensely powerful Desolate Saint Body had just defeated the arrogant Golden-Winged Little Peng King. Was he now to be assassinated here? Everyone found it hard to remain calm.

This assassination was truly terrifying; it would be incredibly difficult for anyone to evade. It was an unparalleled killing technique, a true sacred art of assassination!

Time seemed to stand still. Countless "Dao" trajectories flashed through Ye Fan's mind. How could he break free? Was he truly going to die?

Perhaps the "Jie" Character Secret, if triggered, could increase his speed many times over, allowing him to escape the calamity. But that required time, which he simply didn't have to deploy it.

At this moment, a series of images flashed through his mind, and suddenly, a sacred art emerged in his thoughts.

It was the Heavenly Court's inheritance, like a comet streaking across the sky, sweeping through his mind and illuminating his inner consciousness.

The Void-Solid Divine Art!

It allowed one's physical form to melt into nothingness, enabling invisible kills—a peerless secret art of the Heavenly Court!

Ye Fan had only recently acquired the Heavenly Court's inheritance. Though he had comprehended it, he had never used it. Now, with a flash of inspiration and no other option, he activated it.

Almost instantly, his form blurred, fading into the void as if he no longer existed. The Heavenly Court's divine art evolved simultaneously with his dragon-shaped Dao body.

He swept through the void like a flickering light, reaching the extreme limit of speed. His body was indistinct, wavering between illusion and reality.

The peerless sword thrust past, penetrating the blurry illusion. A few drops of golden blood splattered, but the sword failed to pierce through.

At this moment, Ye Fan's state was peculiar, hovering between tangibility and nothingness. This was the Heavenly Court's sacred art evolving and merging with his dragon-shaped Dao trace.

At this crucial moment, he merged several divine arts with his Dao body, and with incredible means, reversed the fatal situation, escaping the great calamity of being killed.

The peerless sword struck his head, but it felt like striking a shadow rather than solid flesh, and it failed to pierce through.

*Swish!* Ye Fan broke free, reappearing from the void not far away. He had escaped disaster, but his head was still injured. There was a wound on his crown, almost piercing through his skull.

Golden blood flowed down from his head, clumping his hair into sticky strands. He had been a mere hair's breadth from death and oblivion.

At his level of power, the head was the greatest weakness; once shattered, it meant the destruction of both body and spirit.

Everyone gasped, never having expected Ye Fan to be so formidable. He had evaded a sure-kill strike and broken out of a deadly situation.

*Clang!* Ye Fan said nothing, immediately attacking with the Black Gold Dragon Mark Sacred Spirit Sword. Since achieving his cultivation, he had never suffered such a severe setback, almost having his head cleaved off.

At this moment, he knew without a doubt who the attackers were: they were from the "Human World"!

The grey-robed man and white-robed woman were shrouded in mist. They weren't very old, and both were like specters from hell, with no discernible divine energy fluctuations.

The Human World controlled assassination as a means to comprehend the Great Dao. Their taking on assassination missions was secondary; their main purpose was self-temperance, ensuring they wouldn't be much higher in cultivation than their targets.

"Kill!" Ye Fan swung his sacred sword and charged. Now, his killing intent was even fiercer than that of the Human World assassins. They had truly tried to kill him; if not for his swift reaction, he would already be dead.

*Clang!* The sword tips collided, sending sparks flying and sword energy soaring skyward. The grey-robed man was sent flying backward, while the white-robed woman vanished like a wisp of smoke. Their assassination had failed, and they retreated decisively after a single strike, not lingering for a moment.

"Trying to leave? Not so easy!" Ye Fan, like a god of slaughter, pursued them, golden blood dripping from his hair, his eyes like cold lightning, and his ten-zhang sacred sword in hand.

At this moment, everyone was startled because the figures of the grey-robed man and white-robed woman had vanished.

Yet, Ye Fan seemed to possess clairvoyance. His long sword, its edge fully revealed, constantly pointed in one direction, clearly indicating he had locked onto the two Human World experts.

"Where are they...?" "How can he see them when we can't?" Many exclaimed, chills running down their spines. If assassinated by such individuals, how could anyone evade them?!

At this moment, only a few individuals, such as the Saint Son of Yaoguang, the Divine King Body of the Ji family, and the Saintess of Yaochi, could still see them, their eyes radiating divine light as they stared intently.

Ye Fan's spiritual perception could detect the traces of the two experts. Moreover, he had opened his divine eyes, granting him a clear view. He locked onto the lagging grey-robed man while also keeping an eye on the white-robed woman.

*Clang...* Ye Fan swung his ten-zhang sacred sword down like a massive black mountain. With immense power and momentum, the void collapsed around it—this was an unparalleled heavy sword!

*Clang!* The grey-robed man was forced to resist, swinging his blood-colored sword to parry the ten-zhang sacred sword. The clang resonated like piercing metal and cracking stone, its echo shaking the sky.

He was immediately sent flying backward, unable to withstand the Saint Body's domineering strength. The mountain-like oppressive force made his arms go numb.

*Swish!* The grey-robed man vanished into the void, his body almost disappearing, and his speed increased as he fled without looking back. As a "seed" of the Human World, he understood priorities well.

A failed assassination required immediate retreat; otherwise, they couldn't withstand the Desolate Saint Body's overwhelming fury. Avoiding his edge was the wisest strategy.

But Ye Fan had almost been assassinated; how could he let them go? He roared, "Still trying to run...?"

He employed the Old Madman's footwork, almost instantly catching up. His divine eyes saw through the void; nothing could hide from him.

*Boom!* The black sacred sword in his hand extended to a hundred zhang, swinging down like a black mountain. It struck with such force that the sky erupted and cracked.

The grey-robed man's pupils contracted as he resisted helplessly. He truly didn't want to face the unparalleled brute force of the Saint Body's physical form, for it was even more terrifying than the Dragon Peng!

*Clang!* The blood-colored sword in his hand, interwoven with incomplete laws, instantly shattered. He himself spat blood from the corner of his mouth, sent flying away.

"Human World, who sent you to kill me?!" Ye Fan roared, swinging his black sacred sword down once more.

Above the endless mountain range, everyone looked astonished, their hearts filled with shock. Had the ancient assassin divine dynasty, the Human World, truly reappeared?

Although many knew they had always existed, merely operating with greater discretion, hearing firsthand that the Human World intended to assassinate the Saint Body was still deeply shocking.

In the present era, only ancient inheritances possessed the means to contact the "Human World," which was truly intriguing.

Upon learning they were terrifying figures from the Human World, everyone understood that the grey-robed man and white-robed woman must be "seed" figures of the assassin divine dynasty.

Competition within the Human World was brutal; there weren't many "seeds" among the younger generation, as only those with exceptional abilities could achieve such status.

But now, a "seed" of the ancient assassin divine dynasty was being hunted by the Saint Body—this was truly astonishing. Who was the real killer here?

*Boom!* Ye Fan's black sacred sword swung down again, cleaving a mountain in half. The hundred-zhang great sword cut across the sky!

*Crash!* An ancient pagoda conjured by the grey-robed man was instantly smashed to pieces. He spat blood again, fleeing desperately.

"You tried to assassinate me! Today, I'll ensure you have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide! What if you're from the Human World?!"

Golden blood flowed from Ye Fan's hair, dripping onto his face, making him look like a vengeful deity who had broken his shackles, his power unparalleled.

His teeth were stark white, gleaming with a cold light. He moved through the air, his black sacred sword cutting through all obstacles!

*Boom!* Ye Fan was incredibly valiant. Golden flames blazed fiercely around him, his black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were deep as he continuously swung down his sacred sword.

He utterly shattered this part of heaven and earth with his attacks, constantly collapsing it. He swung his sword forty-nine times in a row, cleaving a total of forty-nine mountain peaks.

Every time the great black sword descended, it was like a black demonic mountain pressing down, smashing the grey-robed man and causing him to repeatedly vomit blood.

All his magic treasures and weapons were pulverized. Then his arms shattered, becoming a bloody mist, and finally, his body began to crack.

When the forty-ninth sword descended, he was literally crushed into a bloody pulp by the hundred-zhang black great sword in Ye Fan's hand, utterly perishing.

"The Saint Body is too fierce! He counter-killed a member of the ancient assassin divine dynasty!" "Too... too domineering!" Everyone was dumbfounded. The ancient assassin divine dynasty almost never failed, and being counter-killed was incredibly rare, yet such a scene unfolded before their eyes. Everyone's hearts pounded; this Desolate Saint Body was simply too domineering, supremely powerful, having annihilated a member of the Human World.

In the instant everyone was stunned, an astonishing scene appeared: seven divine rainbows materialized out of thin air, pointing directly at Ye Fan in the center!

A cold light illuminated the ground, and a peerless killing intent erupted!

The seven great experts unleashed an astonishing killing aura that shattered all the trees in the mountains, scattered countless withered leaves, and made all the beasts cower and tremble on the ground.

A bone-chilling cold swept through, like the arrival of winter with howling north winds. In that instant, plants withered, all life extinguished, and the mountains became a desolate ruin!

Immortal Flying Beyond the Heavens!

It was this peerless assassination technique again, but this time there were seven individuals, not just the white-robed woman.

"The ancient assassin divine dynasty is indeed terrifying! They set up such a killing formation, allowing one of their 'seeds' to be eliminated, only to reveal their grim fangs in that instant with a sure-kill strike!"

"The Human World primarily focuses on tempering its disciples. That 'seed' was clearly not favored and was decisively abandoned."

Seven experts from the Human World simultaneously unleashed "Immortal Flying Beyond the Heavens," appearing out of thin air to assault Ye Fan. The danger was extreme.

When the white-robed woman was alone, she had used this killing divine art to injure him, nearly piercing his skull, and golden blood was still flowing from him.

One can imagine the perilous situation Ye Fan faced now—a sure-kill, inescapable death trap!

Everyone believed Ye Fan wouldn't survive. How could anyone defend against such a sudden attack? This was seven times more potent than the previous killing formation.

Ye Fan was not panicked. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth; he had no fear because his divine eyes were open, and he had already seen the seven individuals, giving him ample preparation.

His body transformed, almost becoming a true dragon. He manifested the Dao traces of the Tai Chi divine diagram, forming a dragon-shaped curve.

*Roar!* Ye Fan's divine eyes had opened early, foreseeing the killing formation in advance. Now, he attacked mercilessly, his bent body becoming a trace of the Great Dao.

In the very first instant, he pierced through one of the "Immortal Flying Beyond the Heavens" figures. Blood splattered and gushed forth.

Nothing was more terrifying than his current body; precisely calculating the trajectory of every person, he became the tangible trace of the Dao itself.

*Buzz!* Six swords vibrated in unison, and divine light shot into the sky. The aura of the six "Immortal Flying Beyond the Heavens" figures intensified many times over, all pointing at a single central point!

The Human World, with an ancient legacy dating back tens of thousands of years, had made all sacred lands extremely wary, daring not provoke them. Their peerless reputation was evident.

Such an ancient assassin divine dynasty naturally possessed heaven-defying methods. The six "Immortal Flying Beyond the Heavens" figures linked up, stirring the energy of the Great Dao. Their six swords, like rainbow lights, formed six Dao diagrams, emitting an unparalleled, massive killing aura that pressed forward.

But Ye Fan was too fast. His Battle Saint Art sublimated, merging with the dragon-shaped Dao trace he had bent into. This curve evolved into a supreme manifestation of the Dao.

*Puff!* He rushed through, evading the pressing Dao diagrams. His body became the most terrifying weapon as the dragon-shaped curve bisected the second person.

Blood light flashed, and mist diffused. This expert perished, body and spirit utterly extinguished.

*Swish!* The remaining five's long swords vibrated in unison. Their Dao diagrams evolved into the five elements, forming an abstruse and unfathomable killing array that covered the sky.

Ye Fan had no fear, possessing ample confidence due to the Heavenly Court's inheritance, which allowed him to discern and break through dangerous situations.

The dragon-shaped Dao trace, evolved from the Battle Saint Art, had even broken through the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, allowing him to stand proudly. Now that he understood the killing formation, he feared nothing at all.

*Puff!* Ye Fan bisected the third assassin. The dragon-shaped curve, an unstoppable manifestation of the Dao, rushed through, turning that person into a bloody mist.

All spectators were shocked and dismayed. These were members of the ancient assassin divine dynasty, yet Ye Fan could kill them so easily.

Ye Fan's heart was calm and fearless. What if these were experts from the Human World? Since they came to kill him, they would still die.

He pondered in his heart that he must fully master the Heavenly Court's inheritance. Only then could he contend with the tempering disciples sent by the Human World, an ancient inheritance.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Heavenly Court wielded the supreme assassin's scepter, ruling the world. With a single thought, rivers of blood flowed across the land, just like the supreme ancient Heavenly Court, dominating the destinies of others.

This inheritance, the foremost among the three ancient assassin divine dynasties, might well be Ye Fan's major reliance in the future. A thought arose in him: he wanted to rebuild the Heavenly Court.