Chapter 478: Mountain Rain Approaches, Wind Fills the Tower

“Thud!”

Zhao Fa spewed blood and teeth from his mouth, collapsing the tall wall behind him. His fury surged. Being slapped in front of so many people and having his teeth knocked out enraged him.

“Whoosh!”

Nine sword beams shot out from his mouth, transforming into nine-colored rainbows as they streaked towards Ye Fan. They were dazzling and magnificent, erupting with a tide-like murderous aura.

These were nine divine swords, forged from different rare metals, each distinct in color. Though no longer than a palm, they were incredibly sharp and keen as blades.

They pierced through space, emerging from the void. Like the nine wings of a divine phoenix, they emanated endless auspicious light as they swept in to kill.

They appeared enchanting and beautiful, yet their murderous aura soared to the heavens. They could sever souls, penetrate bones, and assail with an icy chill.

“Slam!”

Ye Fan's golden hand slammed out, enveloping all nine multi-colored flying swords. He struck them, making them tremble violently. Even the world's rarest metals couldn't withstand such force.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!...”

All nine colorful swords were crushed in Ye Fan's golden fingers. With a continuous metallic clang, they all snapped.

Then, colorful metallic dust sifted down from between his fingers. With his immense finger strength, he had pulverized the divine metal into fine powder!

Everyone was astonished. Had the Sacred Body truly crippled his cultivation? This was utterly nonsensical; that news was clearly a scam!

“You…” Zhao Fa's expression changed, and fear crept into his heart. He said, “You didn’t cripple your cultivation!”

Ye Fan strode forward, pressing closer. Each step caused the entire street to tremble. It was as if a massive drum was beating across heaven and earth, echoing in everyone’s heart.

Zhao Fa’s face turned ghastly pale. If Ye Fan hadn’t crippled his cultivation, then even if he fought with all his might, he wouldn't escape death. His mind was in utter disarray.

“Buzz!”

Ye Fan surged forward while Zhao Fa was unsettled. His golden hand descended once more, transforming into a giant golden millstone as it slammed down.

“I really did cripple my cultivation,” he said with a laugh, but his actions were ruthless.

“What?!” Zhao Fa was stunned. But the distance was so close; he had no escape and had to brace himself for the attack.

“Clang!”

As if driving a stake, Ye Fan’s golden hand, like a millstone, slammed half of Zhao Fa’s body into the ground.

“Thud!”

Ye Fan struck again, making stars flash before Zhao Fa’s eyes, and blood spurted from his mouth. His body sank another foot, completely submerged in the earth and rock from the chest down.

“I told you I crippled my cultivation, that I’m only half-crippled, and that I still have some power left for self-preservation. Yet you deceive me like this? Do you think I’m a soft persimmon you can just squeeze?”

Ye Fan crouched down, mercilessly delivering a backhand slap. With a crisp crack, two or three more of Zhao Fa’s teeth fell out. He was so enraged that his internal organs felt like they were burning.

“I forgot to tell you in detail,” Ye Fan said with a brilliant smile, “under Divine Doctor Wang’s treatment, I did indeed cripple my Dao Fruit and fell from the Four Extremities Realm. But I still have cultivation at the peak of the Dao Palace realm.”

“Slap!”

Then, he delivered another slap, making Zhao Fa dizzy and spew blood from his mouth.

“You’re too impatient, so eager to seize my Sacred Sword. Don’t you understand the principle that the one who sticks out gets targeted first?”

“You’ve already fallen from the Four Extremities Realm?!” Zhao Fa gnashed his teeth, his expression icy, his eyes revealing full murderous intent.

“Boom!”

He seemed to gain immense confidence, as a towering purple light erupted from his body. Like a massive purple dragon, it stirred the heavens.

Ye Fan laughed loudly, but his eyes grew colder. He overturned his hand and pressed down. He said, “Knowing my cultivation is much weaker than before, you couldn’t hold back anymore? Don’t you even consider how close you are to me?!”

“Slap!”

He slapped down, and Zhao Fa’s teeth were nearly all gone, splattering with blood. The purple light erupting from his body was forcefully suppressed back inside.

“Being this close to me, you’d better behave yourself!”

Ye Fan gave him another massive slap, causing his body to sink deeper by more than half a foot. Only his head remained above the ground.

Zhao Fa’s face was ashen. This was an unprecedented humiliation in his life. He was so upset he wanted to scream. Originally, everything was under his control as he came here to seize the Sacred Sword. Unexpectedly, this was the outcome: he was buried alive in the earth and rocks, without even the strength to retaliate, enduring several harsh slaps.

“Enough! You’ve gone too far!” The Purple Mansion Saint Son stood in the distance, his eyes cold as he stared at Ye Fan.

“When Zhao Fa was bullying Ye Fan while he was half-crippled, why didn’t you say anything?” Li Heishui glanced at him sideways and said coldly, “If you want to intervene, then come on over!”

The large black dog was even more direct, yapping, “Do you want to side with that bastard? This Emperor will take you on; I don’t mind taking a Saint Son as a pet!”

Everyone nearby was speechless. Had the Sacred Body truly crippled his cultivation down to the Dao Palace realm? How could the people around him be each more formidable than the last?

“You teleported several of my disciples to another realm; I haven’t settled that score with you yet!” The Purple Mansion Saint Son’s expression was icy as he stared at the Black Emperor, murderous intent spreading.

“Who’s afraid of whom? Bring it on!”

Ye Fan stood up, looked at the Purple Mansion Saint Son, and said, “Do you really want to make a move?”

All the Saint Sons were supposedly “righteous and honorable,” and none had rashly attacked him yet. If the Purple Mansion Saint Son made a move, he would be the first.

“Since you crippled your cultivation and fell from the Four Extremities Realm, I won’t bother with someone who’s half-crippled!” The Purple Mansion Saint Son’s gaze was icy, and he did not accept the challenge.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan’s mouth. As expected of a Saint Son, they wouldn't easily act when the situation was unclear; he was still able to remain calm.

“Die!” Suddenly, Zhao Fa roared, and purple light shot skyward.

Above his head, a giant star appeared, its purple light dazzling the heavens, incredibly striking to the eye!

This sole star possessed boundless terrifying divine power, eclipsing even the sun in the sky and emitting monstrous spiritual energy fluctuations.

“Purple Imperial Star!”

Someone exclaimed, not expecting Zhao Fa to have cultivated the Purple Micro Sect’s peerless divine art and manifested the Purple Imperial Star. Once it burst, it would be enough to destroy an entire region.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan’s golden hand stretched out, transforming into a golden celestial stele that descended. Its divine power fluctuations were terrifying; with a soft thump, it suppressed the Purple Imperial Star.

“Rise!” Zhao Fa screamed.

However, Ye Fan’s physical body was too powerful; the golden celestial stele formed by his hand forcefully pressed the Purple Imperial Star back into Zhao Fa’s head, pushing the monstrous spiritual energy back.

“Ah!” Zhao Fa screamed in terror. If the Purple Imperial Star burst within him, he would surely be annihilated, body and spirit.

“Save me!” Zhao Fa was genuinely terrified. He could no longer control himself; the large purple star was about to explode inside him.

“Didn’t you want to seize my Sacred Sword and harm my life? Why are you begging me for mercy now?” Ye Fan looked down at him.

Only Zhao Fa’s head remained above ground, his face deathly pale. He said, “I deserve this, I shouldn’t have been so greedy! Please, save me!”

“Boom!”

Ye Fan lifted his foot and kicked, shaking the large star out of Zhao Fa’s head. It shot into the sky and exploded in the distant heavens.

Endless purple light surged, and terrifying energy swelled. Even on the ground, people felt waves of aftershocks like a tsunami, filling them with dread.

Although Zhao Fa was saved, a glint of malevolent light flashed in his eyes. Having suffered such a heavy loss today, he wished he could tear Ye Fan to pieces.

“Thud!”

He burst out of the earth and stood on the ground, saying coldly, “Brother Ye, let’s end things here today. I’ll visit you another time!”

However, Ye Fan merely smiled. Like a phantom, he moved with extreme speed, appearing right in front of Zhao Fa, who had no way to dodge.

“Then I won’t see you off. Have a good trip!”

Ye Fan lightly patted his shoulder, just as Zhao Fa had done before, instantly making Zhao Fa’s expression change drastically as he rapidly retreated.

“You—what did you do to me?” Zhao Fa coughed up blood with each step. When he retreated to his eighth step, a shattering sound came from within his body.

He immediately screamed in agony, saying, “You crippled me?!”

Ye Fan’s expression was cold. He said, “You repeatedly tried to harm me. Leaving you with your life is already quite merciful.”

Everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter. A Great Perfection stage cultivator of the Purple Micro Sect's Vessel Realm was actually crippled by Ye Fan with a mere raise of his hand. This was truly chilling.

Had the Sacred Body really crippled his cultivation? How could he still be so terrifying and powerful? If he was truly only at the Dao Palace realm, he was far too reckless.

“You’re so ruthless…” Zhao Fa’s face was ghastly pale, and his entire body trembled.

“You harbored murderous intent towards me; do you expect me to smile in return? Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Go and reform yourself well.”

In a single thought, Ye Fan crippled a remarkable young generation talent, which greatly shocked everyone.

“Since you are in the Dao Palace realm, if you can withstand three of my attacks, I’ll turn around and leave, and won’t trouble you,” the Purple Mansion Saint Son said coldly. He suddenly launched a beam of purple light towards Ye Fan.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan met it with a raised fist, shattering it on the spot.

“Buzz!”

From the Purple Mansion Saint Son’s glabella, a small purple pagoda materialized and pressed forward, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

“Buzz!”

From Ye Fan’s glabella, a small golden cauldron directly shot out and crashed forward.

The Purple Mansion Saint Son’s expression changed. He recalled the small purple pagoda and retreated. Then, he formed hand seals and unleashed a monstrous torrent of purple energy forward.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan still met it with his golden fist, causing the ancient street to tremble violently, almost on the verge of collapse.

“Go!”

The Purple Mansion Saint Son turned and left. Seeing this, the other Purple Mansion disciples all followed.

“He was testing me. He finally couldn’t hold back after all…” Ye Fan murmured to himself.

The Purple Mansion Saint Son didn't manage to probe anything. He decisively left, unwilling to take risks.

On this day, news spread like wildfire.

The Sacred Body crippled his cultivation but was not entirely wasted. He still possessed cultivation at the peak of the Dao Palace realm. Zhao Fa of the Purple Micro Sect, due to his carelessness, was crippled into a mortal. The Purple Mansion Saint Son tried to test him but ultimately left.

People were hotly discussing this news, wanting to know Ye Fan’s true condition. They didn’t quite believe any of the aforementioned rumors.

On the same day, Divine Doctor Wang appeared, stating that what Ye Fan said was true: he had indeed crippled his cultivation. He also revealed that if Ye Fan wanted to fight with all his might, he could occasionally exert the combat power of the Four Extremities Realm, at the cost of consuming his life essence, and for no more than ten times.

This was something Ye Fan and Divine Doctor Wang had discussed beforehand, not wanting to make his situation seem too dire. Otherwise, if he were to display Four Extremities cultivation, he would immediately be exposed.

However, he wasn't overly concerned, because if he obtained the ‘Walk’ character secret from the Nine Secrets, he would no longer need to worry. With this movement technique, he could go anywhere in the world and wouldn't fear being ambushed and killed.

“If news like this gets out, not to mention others, all the Saint Sons won’t be able to hold back. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Li Heishui said, glancing at Ye Fan, and then at the old madman behind him.

“If they want to test or kill me, let them come!” Ye Fan smiled.

“The Ancient Killer God Dynasty will likely appear soon; they’ve probably received many commissions,” said the large black dog.

The Saint Sons were very patient and hadn’t taken any action yet. However, many disciples from sacred lands appeared, coming to probe Ye Fan’s true condition. The wind precedes the mountain rain; these were mere scouting pieces.

Soon, news arrived that the Yin-Yang Saint Son, bearing a secret treasure and the Yin-Yang Sword, was heading south, preparing to sever the Sacred Body Ye Fan’s head. Several Grand Elders were accompanying him and would arrive soon.

At the same time, elder figures from Zhao Fa’s sect within the Purple Micro Sect were enraged. They traveled overnight, charging towards Nethermoon City, intending to suppress Ye Fan.