Chapter 483: Old Madman Destroys the Powerful

The prominent figures of the Yin-Yang Sect arrived, seven or eight old men in total, all Grand Elders capable of commanding respect across a wide area. It seemed as if everything was within their grasp; they had already sealed the fate of those present. Their gazes were cold, ruthless, and cruel.

"You insolent fools, repeatedly provoking my Yin-Yang Sect!" one of them declared harshly. "Even being torn to shreds wouldn't be enough to wash away our shame!"

The Saintess being slain was one thing; they had been too far away to intervene then. But for the Saint Son to die right before their eyes, publicly annihilated, was a blatant slap to their faces. As a majestic supreme sect of the Central Continent, no future successor of any sacred land had ever been obliterated like this. For the Yin-Yang Sect, it was an unprecedented humiliation.

This was destined to become a laughingstock. The Saint Son and Saintess of a supreme sect, both eliminated by a single individual, would cause the Yin-Yang Sect to lose its prestige for a very long time.

"When you arrived, did you receive a detailed report?" the big black dog asked with an ominous, knowing grin.

Li Heishui and the others wondered if the newcomers were unaware that the Old Madman had stared to death a powerhouse of the Eighth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm.

"We learned there was a great battle here, and one of our Grand Elders was annihilated," a Grand Elder declared, his gaze as sharp as a knife. "Who was responsible? Come forth and face death!"

They hadn't received a report from their own people; instead, they had heard along the way that a great battle had taken place here, and two of their sect's Grand Elders had mysteriously been killed. The messenger had failed to find them, unable to relay what had transpired, so these prominent figures were completely unaware of the true situation.

The big black dog chuckled slyly. "It must have been exhausting for you all to travel so far," he said. "We'll be sure to send you off properly soon."

"You're simply asking for death, you dog!" one of them rebuked. "How dare you speak so wildly in front of us? We'll skin you and pull out your tendons in a moment!"

"Are you sure you've got us cornered?" Li Heishui asked.

"Ignorant juniors!" a prominent figure declared, his face grim. "Even your grand-ancestor wouldn't dare speak to me like that." He advanced step by step, preparing to make his move.

"Bah!" Li Heishui sneered. "Do you think you're Emperor Wushi or Emperor Hengyu, that you're not afraid of boasting too much?" His grandfather was one of the Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Region, a figure of extraordinary prominence.

All the onlookers whispered amongst themselves. The individuals from the Yin-Yang Sect were incredibly strong, all surpassing the Dragon Transformation realm, not to mention having a true Grand Power holding the line. Their lineup was undoubtedly formidable. However, not having witnessed the Old Madman's strength was one thing, but they had just seen it with their own eyes. Even a peak Grand Power would likely only suffer defeat.

Boom!

This Grand Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect directly made his move, extending a large hand forward to grab Li Heishui, intending to crush him to death.

"Hmph!"

Ye Fan scoffed, swinging his golden fist upwards without fear, even though the opponent dared to grab with a bare palm.

Clang!

The golden fist struck like a hammer on iron, sending the Grand Elder's large hand flying high, leaving streaks of blood on it. Everyone who witnessed this gasped. The Saint Body's physical power was too formidable; even a Grand Elder of a supreme sect, who surpassed the Dragon Transformation realm, could be engaged in close combat.

"This... is incredible!"

"Unbelievable!" someone exclaimed. "Is his physical body truly comparable to a Sacred Lord's, as the legends claim? But he's only just entered the Four Extremities realm!"

Almost everyone was dumbfounded. A Grand Elder of a supreme sect had blood flowing from his palm, a terrifying outcome.

"Haha..." Li Heishui laughed mockingly. "You old fool talk so boastfully, even looking down on my grand-ancestor, yet you're nothing special after all."

"Hmph!"

The Grand Power among them finally stepped forward, sweeping a cold gaze over them. He slapped his palm downwards, his massive hand, ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) in diameter, encompassing all the individuals below.

Clang!

Ye Fan remained fearless, standing in the void. He swung his golden fist upwards, his entire body emitting dazzling golden light, soaring skyward.

A deafening sound erupted; the Yin-Yang Sect Grand Power's palm clearly trembled but quickly regained composure. With a flip of his hand, endless divine radiance poured down like ten thousand great waterfalls cascading. This was immense magical power, enough to crush Ye Fan to death hundreds of times over, extremely terrifying. Every stream of divine radiance pierced through the void, like thousands upon thousands of rivers of divine power surging forth.

This was a Grand Power capable of dominating the world, able to summon clouds with one hand and rain with the other. A single thought was enough to make blood flow like rivers and bones pile up like mountains on the earth.

Ye Fan retreated with extreme speed, quickly reaching the Old Madman's side. Facing a Grand Power, he had no hope; the oppressive might was unparalleled. Grand Powers capable of dominating the world could shatter mountains and rivers with a single roar. They were revered throughout the world, masters of various sacred lands and supreme sects.

Boom!

The ten thousand waterfalls of divine power, a horrifying, vast white expanse, all cascaded down, surrounding Ye Fan and his companions.

"Killing you would be too cheap," the Yin-Yang Sect Grand Power declared, his voice cold and piercing. "I'll slowly refine you and draw out your souls!" He intended to slowly grind down the individuals.

Both the Saint Son and Saintess had been slain; this was a tremendous humiliation that the Yin-Yang Sect could not bear. They would face immense pressure in the future.

"Why should you act? Let me do it!" another Grand Elder spoke up. Although all were Grand Elders, one who had crossed the chasm to become a supreme Grand Power, comparable to a Sacred Lord, held an incredibly transcendent status, worthy of reverence.

The Grand Power retracted his divine power and stepped back two paces. Two others stepped forward, one of them sneering, "If I make a move, your bodies and souls will be destroyed, and you'll suffer a painful death."

"Are we afraid of you?" the big black dog roared, showing no fear. Instead, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"I'll give you a chance," this Grand Elder declared, sweeping his gaze over everyone. "Kneel here, willingly become Yin slaves, and I'll preserve a sliver of your consciousness!"

"Except for the Saint Body," another person added coldly. "He must die. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save him!"

"You're all bad people..." Little Nannan timidly spoke, her large, black-gem-like eyes filled with unease.

"Whether you kneel or not, choose for yourselves," the old man scoffed.

"Divine being, please step forward and swat them dead," Li Heishui mumbled beside the Old Madman. "Otherwise, I'd want to swat them myself, but unfortunately, I don't have that power."

The people of the Yin-Yang Sect stood arrogantly, looking down upon Ye Fan, the Old Madman, and the others. Their killing intent permeated the air, growing increasingly chilling.

"Since that's the case," the two Grand Elders of the Yin-Yang Sect sneered ruthlessly, "I'll break your legs, make you kneel, and then slowly refine you."

In the distance, the onlookers exchanged glances, but no one spoke. That strange man was too terrifying; everyone was afraid to speak out, and not a single person stepped forward to warn them.

"You insolent fools!" the two Grand Elders finally exclaimed, launching their attack. Ten thousand rays of light, each as thick as a water vat, shot from their palms and fingers, submerging Ye Fan and the Old Madman.

The onlookers in the distance felt uneasy for the two Grand Elders. They had actually attacked that disheveled strange man; this was likely to be a tragedy.

The two Grand Elders of the Yin-Yang Sect simultaneously roared, the light in their hands slashing down like heavenly blades, aiming to sever the legs of their opponents. However, what they found incredible was that the ten thousand divine lights, like mud oxen entering the sea, fell upon the barren land. Although they submerged the ground, they rapidly dried up, unable to harm even a single hair on the individuals.

The Old Madman showed no reaction; no magic could touch him. Their immense magical power silently disintegrated upon approaching him. The big black dog was very dissatisfied. This divine being before him was too calm, showing no intention of acting, utterly unconcerned.

"What's going on?" The people of the Yin-Yang Sect sensed that something was wrong. These individuals were powerhouses beyond the Dragon Transformation realm, with very keen discernment.

"Did you kill our two Grand Elders?" They stared at the Old Madman, unable to perceive the depth of his cultivation, all showing a hint of suspicion.

"I'm speaking to you, why don't you answer? What airs you put on!"

Seeing this, the two men let out a long roar. One of them spat out a ray of light that slashed forward: a large golden ship, emitting a rumbling sound, powerful enough to shatter mountains, instantly rushed before the Old Madman.

Bang!

It did not injure the Old Madman. Instead, the golden treasure ship instantly disintegrated on the spot, turning into fine golden dust that fell like powder, completely destroyed in an instant. At the same time, the two men rushed forward, swinging their large hands down to strike at the Old Madman's head, intending to smash him into a pulp.

The onlookers' eyes widened. Although these two were Grand Elders of a supreme sect, their courage to attack a being suspected of being a Saint was truly immense!

Boom!

The two great powerhouses pounced down, their large hands almost striking the Old Madman's head. A cold sneer appeared on their lips; they thought they could eliminate their opponent.

But at that moment, both men felt their bodies grow cold, then filled with a sense of powerlessness, falling towards the ground as they heard the alarmed cries of their fellow sect members. Only at this moment did they terrifyingly realize what had happened: the disheveled strange man remained motionless, yet a single strand of hair from his head, floating down with the wind, had cut their bodies into two sections.

"Ah..."

The two men screamed in agony, but more than pain, it was out of fear. Who was this person? A single strand of hair, falling down and carried by the wind, had cut them in half! Everyone who witnessed this scene felt their hair stand on end. This was truly a living ancient Saint, not to be profaned!

"Legend has it that a single strand of hair shed by an ancient Saint can slay thousands of soldiers and horses... could it be true?!"

"Is he truly a Saint who crossed the river of time from ancient lands to reach the present age..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. No one could calm down; many were so shocked they felt suffocated.

The dark hair floated down, landing on their severed bodies. They screamed agonizingly, trying to push it away. But this strand of hair was like an ancient divine peak, immeasurably heavy, crushing their palms to powder and grinding their bodies into pulp.

"The legends are true!" exclaimed someone. "A single hair or thread naturally shed by an ancient Saint can annihilate all things!"

"Ancient Saints are almost like gods," someone else added. "A single drop of their blood, a single bone, are supreme divine artifacts. Every inch of their flesh and blood can kill an unparalleled master!"

Everyone's hearts pounded. A Saint had actually appeared in this era, shocking them. Everything was so terrifying, beyond comprehension.

"You, who are you?" The Yin-Yang Sect Grand Power felt a chill from head to toe. He knew things were terribly wrong; this time, they had definitely encountered an insurmountable foe.

The Old Madman's hollow eyes flashed with a gleam as he glanced at them a few times, showing no intention of acting. Yet, he brought unparalleled, immense pressure upon the individuals.

One of the Grand Elders among them was utterly tense, thinking the strange man was about to strike them down. He let out a roar and preemptively attacked. The others' scalps tingled instantly. Proactively provoking that divine being would surely end in tragedy!

The Half-Step Grand Power's world-shaking magic was capable of flattening mountain ranges. The Old Madman did not ignore it; he extended a large hand forward, pressing down, encompassing all the individuals below. The five prominent figures of the Yin-Yang Sect – including one Grand Elder, two Half-Step Grand Powers, and two true Grand Powers – all changed color and struggled to fight back.

"Ah..."

The first person to attack the Old Madman immediately screamed. Covered by the large hand, even before contact, his entire body began to crack. An invisible pressure made him crackle like porcelain, his bones snapped violently, and then his body exploded.

Pfft!

Almost at the same time, another Grand Elder also let out a scream, turning into a mist of blood and completely vanishing. Nearby, the onlookers dared not breathe. "Was this the might of an ancient Saint?" they wondered. Without even making contact, the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the large hand shattered two prominent figures of a supreme sect.

The Half-Step Grand Powers and the two true Grand Powers all felt their hair stand on end. After unleashing their strongest attacks, they quickly fled into the distance. This was the first time in their lives they had been so terrified. Who would the Grand Powers of this era fear? They had never known to avoid a battle; they could roam freely across the world! However, at this moment, they had no choice but to flee for their lives. This strange man was too terrifying, causing them to lose all will to fight, their hearts filled with terror.

The Old Madman's large hand reached forward, like a majestic mountain range, extending over fifty li (approximately 25 kilometers), covering them below.

"Ah..." The three men cried out, unleashing their full power.

Below was a mountain range. The roars of the two Grand Powers caused the sky to collapse, making several large mountains instantly crumble! These were the world's peak figures, whose single roar could shatter mountains and rivers, invincible and looking down on the world. However, such peak figures, when facing the Old Madman, were filled with a sense of powerlessness, feeling as if they were fighting against the entire cosmos.

Pfft!

The Half-Step Grand Power finally couldn't hold on. After colliding with the large hand, his entire body cracked open, instantly turning into a bloody pulp and ceasing to exist.

The only two remaining true Grand Powers of the Yin-Yang Sect, their expressions grim, roared to the sky. Their bodies burst into flames, resisting the vast hand that covered the sky.

Boom!

They joined forces, transforming into a Yang diagram and a Yin diagram respectively, forming a massive Yin-Yang diagram that swept across heaven and earth. The terrifying roar shattered more than a dozen large mountains into powder. The Yin-Yang diagram, with a sweep, caused a large section of the endless mountain range to collapse. However, they collided with the large hand but couldn't damage it in the slightest!

Boom!

Another large section of the mountain range collapsed, causing the nearby barren land to crack. Large cracks, tens of li long, spread in all directions, as if the ground itself was sinking.

Bang!

The Old Madman's large hand extended forward for over seventy li (approximately 35 kilometers), an incredibly terrifying sight, more majestic than a grand mountain range!

Thud!

The massive hand covered the sky and earth, encompassing everything under the heavens. It slapped down on the Yin-Yang diagram, instantly shattering it. The two Grand Powers coughed up mouthfuls of blood and were separated.

Buzz!

The large hand slapped down, pressing a peak Grand Power into the mountain range. The boundless large hand instantly flattened a large section of the mountain range, turning it into flat ground! On the ground, only a humanoid bloodstain remained; this Grand Power was thus erased from the human world.

Many onlookers were shaking like chaff from fright. Such a scene was unprecedented in their lives. "Was this the method of an ancient Saint?" they wondered. Without showing any divine art, a casual strike destroyed heaven and earth!

Bang!

The large hand flipped down, pressing down on the other Grand Power. He couldn't even escape because the entire sky was covered by the large hand.

Boom!

The endless mountain range was flattened by that large hand, ceasing to exist. All things were destroyed; everything was annihilated.

"This is... my heavens, it's terrifying, beyond human power!"

"A realm beyond imagination, this is... an ancient Saint!"

Everyone was stunned, every inch of their flesh trembling, even their souls shivering.