Chapter 482: Slaying the Holy Son

The old madman’s power left everyone dumbfounded. He had crushed a formidable Half-Great Power, a figure who once dominated his region. Who else in this world could possibly contend with him?

“The term ‘ancient’ has been added to ‘Saints,’ implying they are no longer seen in this era. But how does he resemble a Saint?!”

“Is he truly a living Saint in this era? This is absolutely astounding!”

“Even in ancient times, Saints rarely appeared. Has a living Saint emerged now?”

Everyone was utterly astonished, unable to fathom the old madman’s true realm. They could only measure him by the standards of ancient Saints, for the immense hand he had just displayed was simply too awe-inspiring. That hand had reached thousands of miles, completely enveloping the heavens and earth. Who else in this era could accomplish such a feat? It was as if an ancient Saint had stepped into the present world.

At that moment, no one was happier or more excited than the big black dog. Its wide mouth stretched almost to its ears as it cackled silently, its four large paws digging into the ground, and its square head bobbed back and forth.

Li Heishui, though deeply shaken, also chuckled. The divine being beside them was simply too powerful; no one could withstand a single blow from him.

With such a figure by their side, they possessed absolute confidence, fearing no one, not even the Emperor of the Central Continent Immortal Divine Dynasty.

“Uncle…” Little Nannu’s large, black-gem-like eyes blinked. The little one also sensed the old madman’s immense power, and from his shoulder, she softly called out.

At this moment, the old madman remained silent. Towering two or three heads above ordinary people, he appeared incredibly majestic and immense, like an immortal god or demon.

Thick black hair cascaded over his chest and back, obscuring his bronze face. Not a single trace of his power emanated from him, making his realm utterly indiscernible.

This only made him seem more mysterious, for everyone had just witnessed the world-shattering power he had displayed, inspiring profound awe!

On the other side, the Yin-Yang Saint Son was filled with bitter regret. The strange figure not far away, resembling a divine lord, made his heart pound with fear. Had he known this, he would never have attempted to ambush them. Even if the old madman might not directly attack him, the sheer presence of the figure filled him with dread.

By now, he had battled Ye Fan for a full five hundred rounds. His inability to prevail despite a prolonged assault was gradually causing frustration to build within him.

It must be said that the Yin-Yang Saint Son was indeed exceptionally powerful, one of the rare few among the younger generation who had entered the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm.

Yet, despite fighting for an extended period, he found himself unable to overpower Ye Fan. He simply could not defeat his opponent; Ye Fan’s golden vital energy surged skyward, seemingly inexhaustible, filling the Saint Son with deep apprehension.

“Clang!”

The sacred sword in the Yin-Yang Saint Son’s hand gleamed with black and white light, appearing to be capable of severing space and time. It was an incredibly bizarre and terrifying weapon.

With every strike, not only was the void cleaved open, but even time itself seemed to solidify, putting immense pressure on Ye Fan each time.

Although this Yin-Yang Sword was merely a Saint Lord-level weapon, its origins were profound. It served as the exclusive combat artifact for successive Saint Sons, possessing immeasurable power.

“Whoosh!”

The black sword light descended like a towering mountain range, surging with the power of the void and nearly imprisoning Ye Fan in the sky. This was the peculiar spatial force it unleashed.

“Zheng!”

Immediately after, white sword light erupted, radiating outwards like ripples, a vast expanse of dazzling white. It made time seem to stand still, a truly terrifying sight.

Time, in fact, had not stopped. Instead, the domain emanating from the Yin-Yang Sword was distorting, and certain Grand Dao rules were evolving, creating a powerful illusion for all observers.

Had Ye Fan not cultivated the Divine Eye, he would have truly fallen into a dire predicament. Even with it, he was forced to fight with extreme caution.

“Clang!”

Ye Fan’s golden fist pierced through the void, striking the Yin-Yang Sword with immense force. The impact left the Yin-Yang Saint Son’s arm numb, causing him to quickly retreat into the void.

He dared not directly confront the Sacred Body’s physical form. No one among the current young generation would risk it; it was widely known that Ye Fan could only be suppressed by overwhelming magical power.

“Whoosh.”

The Yin-Yang Saint Son moved with extreme speed, transforming into a Yin-Yang diagram that streaked through the void like a fleeting beam of light.

It wasn’t that he didn’t wish to flee and evade the old madman, but Ye Fan had locked onto him, making escape impossible. He was forced into a passive battle.

“If you had brought the Yin-Yang Mirror, I would have no hope. But unfortunately, you only brought the Yin-Yang Sword, so it’s impossible to suppress me,” Ye Fan sneered.

The Yin-Yang Mirror, a divine artifact refined by an ancient Saint, was a supreme secret treasure. Unless an Ultimate Dao Sacred Weapon emerged, it could not be overpowered. Wielding it was sufficient to sweep across the world.

“You’re merely a half-crippled Sacred Body. Today, I will surely strike you down!” The Yin-Yang Saint Son composed himself, no longer considering the old madman. He realized that if he didn’t kill Ye Fan now, he would never escape.

“Clang!”

The Yin-Yang Sword flashed brilliantly, soaring into the sky to hover above the Saint Son’s head. From it, threads of Yin and Yang energies cascaded, enveloping him.

The primordial black and white energies transformed into a Yin-Yang diagram, suspended in the void like a divine wheel, with the Yin-Yang Sword serving as the dividing line.

A mysterious and terrifying aura permeated the air. The Yin-Yang Saint Son remained untainted by all techniques. Whenever Ye Fan’s golden fist struck, the Yin-Yang diagram above the Saint Son’s head would scatter divine light, deflecting the attack each time.

This was a secret treasure passed down through generations of the Yin-Yang Sect, profound and unfathomable. Engraved within it were the laws of the Grand Dao, and at this moment, it functioned like a divine king’s wheel, capable of controlling all.

“I am immune to all methods, and the power of the Dao cannot harm me. Let us see how you contend with me!” the Yin-Yang Saint Son bellowed, strengthening his own resolve while attempting to undermine his opponent’s will.

Ye Fan, devoid of joy or sorrow, gazed at the Yin-Yang diagram, his mind perfectly clear. He was comparing it with his own Taiji Divine Diagram, meticulously analyzing its intricacies.

From the opponent’s evolving display, he gained profound insights and inspiration. In that instant, countless rays of enlightenment seemed to flash through his mind.

“Whoosh!”

Ye Fan skillfully moved his hands, also forming a divine diagram, an imprint within himself that appeared mysterious and unfathomable, pulsating in rhythm with the Grand Dao.

“Hmph!”

The Yin-Yang Saint Son let out a cold snort. His left hand transformed into the Yin diagram, his right hand into the Yang, and he bellowed, “Yin and Yang unite, invincible beneath the heavens!”

“Boom!”

He lunged forward with tremendous force. This was the Yin-Yang Sect’s world-shaking divine art; once Yin and Yang merged, it could boost combat power by four or five times, allowing its wielder to sweep away all opposition.

In ancient times, a Saint from the Yin-Yang Sect, wielding this very sacred art, once swept across the Central Continent. Had he not encountered the “Jie” character secret of the Nine Secrets in the Eastern Wasteland, he would have been truly invincible.

Ye Fan dodged the attack. He did not wish to employ the “Jie” character secret against his opponent. Instead, he earnestly used the Battle Saint Technique to evolve his Taiji Divine Diagram, his left hand transforming into the ultimate soft power of extreme Yin.

He moved with subtle fluidity, like embracing the moon and pushing a sphere, drawing upon the Grand Dao’s aura to partially deflect the opponent’s overwhelming divine power before he was sent flying backward.

Ye Fan took a risk in this life-and-death duel to further comprehend his “Dao,” employing the power of utmost softness to resist the Yin-Yang Saint Son. While its direct destructive force was not immense, its persistence was unending.

“You court death!” The Yin-Yang Saint Son discerned Ye Fan’s intent. His expression turned cold, and he crossed his hands, merging Yin and Yang, causing his divine power to double.

“Boom!”

Black and white energy rays, like a falling galaxy, descended in a vast, deafening expanse, shattering the very heavens.

Ye Fan’s expression changed, and he swiftly retreated. The opponent’s combat power had surged by four or five times; such destructive force was utterly terrifying, and he dared not easily meet it head-on.

Employing the old madman’s footwork, he vanished instantly into the void like a wisp of smoke, streaking away like lightning to stand in the distant sky.

“You won’t escape so easily!” the Yin-Yang Saint Son sneered. With the Yin-Yang diagram above his head, he transformed into a beam of light and gave chase.

This was an absolute suppression, the fusion of Yin and Yang creating an utterly terrifying deterrent. For a Saint Son who had reached the first transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm to boost his combat power by four or five times was truly astonishing.

All spectators were filled with awe and envy. The Yin-Yang Sect’s supreme sacred art, capable of seizing the very essence of heaven and earth, would render its wielder nearly invincible among peers of the same cultivation level, placing them in an unassailable position.

“Do you truly believe I fear you?!” Ye Fan sneered, evolving his Taiji Divine Diagram. His own form rapidly faded, transforming into a profound Dao diagram.

His figure vanished, leaving only a scroll-like diagram suspended in the air, permeated by the aura of the Grand Dao, which caused everyone to momentarily freeze in astonishment.

Ye Fan used the divine diagram to mislead onlookers, secretly activating the “Jie” character secret. After hundreds of attempts, it successfully triggered. Leveraging the mysterious Dao diagram, he unleashed a powerful strike.

“Boom!”

This was an earth-shattering, decisive clash. The “Jie” character secret, boosting combat power tenfold, collided with the opponent’s fivefold increase in might. The very heavens shattered, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Nothing remained visible; everything was shattered. Endless torrents of chaotic energy raged, causing all directions to tremble, and cracks stretching over a dozen miles long ripped across the barren land.

The Yin-Yang Saint Son was sent flying backward, spewing mouthfuls of blood. Even the divine diagram formed by the Yin-Yang Sword failed to protect him; his body was almost completely shattered.

“What sacred art do you possess?!” he demanded loudly, utterly shocked.

“Are you surprised? I can even break the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, so what is your Yin-Yang Sacred Art worth?” Ye Fan retorted casually.

“You…” The Yin-Yang Saint Son’s mind reeled in uncertainty and surprise, at one point recalling the “Jie” character secret of the Nine Secrets, for ancestral legends claimed it was their ultimate bane.

Yet, he also knew the terror of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art. Ye Fan had once utterly shattered that Heavenly Demon sacred art, and it was widely known that he had done so using this very divine diagram as his foundation.

“Your Yin-Yang Sacred Art is nothing but this!” A cold, mocking smile played on Ye Fan’s lips.

“Let me show you my true Yin-Yang Sacred Art!” the Yin-Yang Saint Son roared. His body erupted with ten thousand feet of light, and then, astonishingly, he split into two.

“Whoosh.”

He instantly became two distinct figures: one clad in snow-white robes, the other in robes as black as ink. It was an incredibly bizarre sight.

“He actually mastered such a world-shaking divine art, transforming his true body into a Yang Son and a Yin Son! This is the truly invincible Yin-Yang Sacred Art!” exclaimed the distant onlookers.

The Yin Son and Yang Son joined forces, resembling two deities radiating a terrifying aura, as if possessing the power to penetrate both heaven and earth.

Ye Fan frowned. With the simultaneous emergence of the Yin Son and Yang Son, their Dao power flowed endlessly, seemingly indestructible, giving off an extremely dangerous aura.

As expected, the battle resumed. The Yin Son and Yang Son displayed astonishing combat prowess, fighting Ye Fan for over a thousand rounds and actually growing stronger with each passing moment.

“Good! Your comprehension of the supreme mysteries of Yin and Yang has deepened yet another step!”

“Excellent, you have made significant progress once more. The Grand Dao of Yin and Yang should indeed continue to evolve in this manner.”

In the distant sky, seven or eight powerful figures appeared, two of whom were old men stroking their beards and nodding repeatedly, evidently very pleased with the Yin-Yang Saint Son’s performance.

The Yin-Yang Sect’s major reinforcements had arrived. Several Supreme Elders, whose lifespans were nearing their end, had personally come, and among them were figures of Great Power!

The Yin-Yang Saint Son was startled. He had personally witnessed the old madman’s terrifying power and wanted to issue a warning, but found himself unable to speak as an overwhelming pressure enveloped him.

Ye Fan unleashed his most terrifying offensive. The life-and-death decisive battle was about to conclude. He had observed the Yin-Yang diagram for a long time, and their battle had already spanned fifteen hundred rounds. He no longer wished to delay.

Ye Fan’s body transformed into a dragon-shaped curve, evolving into a trace of the Grand Dao. He surged forward like a beam of light, employing the very world-shattering divine art that had countered the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art.

The Battle Saint Technique evolved into the Taiji Divine Diagram, with Ye Fan himself becoming the Yin-Yang curve. Everything in his path was annihilated as he moved at ultimate speed; this was his strongest attack at present.

“Boom!”

The Yin-Yang Saint Son desperately resisted. The Yang Son and Yin Son launched a coordinated attack, working in perfect unison, frantically boosting their combat power by several folds in an attempt to avert the catastrophe.

“Thud!”

Ye Fan’s speed was blinding. His curved, dragon-shaped body, tougher than any weapon and imbued with immortal power, heavily wounded the Yin Son, severing one of his arms.

“Argh…” the Yin Son shrieked.

“How dare you, junior!” Several Supreme Elders of the Yin-Yang Sect had just been praising, never anticipating Ye Fan’s swift and terrifying tactics. They rushed forward, but it was too late.

However, Ye Fan had also successfully triggered the “Jie” character secret. His body, transformed into a dragon-shaped curve, swept past, utterly unstoppable.

This was, without a doubt, a decisive killing blow. The divine diagram, evolved through the Battle Saint Technique, combined with the triggered “Jie” character secret, rendered the great enemy completely defenseless!

Although the Yin Son and Yang Son had successfully unleashed five times their combat power, against this decisive killing blow, they appeared utterly inadequate and simply could not withstand it.

“Pfft!”

Blood splattered as both the Yin Son and Yang Son were simultaneously bisected by the dragon-shaped Dao mark Ye Fan had transformed into. He then surged back.

“Crack!”

The dragon-shaped Grand Dao curve then shattered both heads as well, reducing them to two clouds of blood mist, utterly obliterating their forms and spirits.

After a battle spanning fifteen hundred rounds, the Yin-Yang Saint Son was struck down by Ye Fan, and the Yin-Yang Sacred Sword was seized. A roar of astonishment erupted from the assembled crowd.

This was a Saint Son, the future master of a Supreme Grand Sect from the Central Continent, killed in the Eastern Wasteland—and by none other than the Sacred Body!

At present, among the younger generation, Ye Fan was the only one to have slain both Saint Sons and Saintesses, forging his path and reputation in blood.

“This… a Supreme Grand Sect comparable to a Holy Land, and its Saint Son and Saintess have both been slain by a single individual!”

“The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is truly formidable. Although he self-crippled his cultivation, when he fights desperately and elevates his strength to the Four Extremities Secret Realm, he can still eliminate a Saint Son!”

“He has a total of ten opportunities to make such a move. Does this mean he truly intends to slay ten Saint Sons in the future?”

Everyone was buzzing with discussion, and gasps of shock echoed across the barren lands.

Ye Fan’s slaying of a Saint Son was an absolutely colossal event. Few dared to commit such an act, as Saint Sons and Saintesses were the future inheritors of immortal legacies.

Slaying them was a blatant provocation to the dignity of a supreme Grand Sect, and it would inevitably lead to a full-scale pursuit by the entire sect!

“The Sacred Body is truly too formidable. He has already self-crippled, yet still dares to kill figures of Saint Son caliber…”

“What a pity! If his body were whole, it would be truly difficult to find a match for him among the younger generation; he would possess an invincible aura!”

Ye Fan’s astonishing feat utterly stunned everyone. Many sighed in lament, and not a few expressed pity for his “half-crippled body.”

“You wretched beast, you are utterly audacious! First you slew our sect’s Saintess, and now you’ve killed our Saint Son. Even if a Heavenly King were to arrive today, they couldn’t save you!”

The unrivaled powerhouses of the Yin-Yang Sect were incandescent with rage, having watched Ye Fan slay the Yin-Yang Saint Son without being able to intervene in time, which made them feel utterly humiliated.

“You say you’ll kill me, and so you will?” Ye Fan sneered, transforming into a dragon-shaped Dao mark that flashed and vanished, reappearing instantly beside the old madman.

“No one can save you; all of you shall die!” an old man declared grimly, his eyes like blazing torches as he fixed his gaze on Ye Fan, Li Heishui, and the old madman.

“How terrifying, a Great Power truly has arrived…” the big black dog mumbled, then its eyes gleamed as it brazenly challenged, “You decrepit old geezers, stop spouting such grandiose nonsense! Do you truly believe you’re invincible?”

“To you, we are the heavens above, and crushing a few of you is as effortless as stepping on a few vile insects!” an old man declared, his face ashen with unconcealed killing intent.

“All of you will die; not a single one shall survive!” another person stated coldly.