Chapter 500: Feathered King

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Gao Linfeng was slapped across the face by Ye Fan, sent flying over ten meters away, crashing into and collapsing a palace wall of the Miaoyu Temple. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth.

He trembled with rage, almost fainting on the spot. As a descendant of an immortal ancient family, he had never suffered such a great humiliation.

*Swoosh!* He shot up, his body radiating intense blue light as he dashed towards Ye Fan like lightning. Blue mist swirled around him like a dragon emerging from water, and a beam of blue light shot out from his mouth, striking forward.

*Bang!* Ye Fan sneered, standing firm and unmoving. Only when the blue light neared him did he reach out with a golden hand and crush it.

Then, he flipped his hand and pressed downwards, his right hand descending like a golden heavenly stele, causing Gao Linfeng's bones to creak.

*Thud!* Gao Linfeng's knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. His body was sent flying backward, leaving a human-shaped hole in the palace wall.

*Pfft!* His lungs almost burst with rage. He had just opened his mouth to say something when he coughed up a large mouthful of blood. He had just declared Ye Fan to be half-crippled and unworthy of sitting there, yet now he was being utterly dominated.

"You..." Gao Linfeng's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes glinted menacingly. He wanted to shout, but after uttering "You," the rest of his words were choked back.

*Bang!* Ye Fan's golden hand descended like a millstone, striking him directly in the face and forcefully silencing his words.

"You... how dare you!" Gao Linfeng managed to force out these three words while being sent flying and coughing up blood, his teeth almost shattering with burning rage.

*Bang!* Ye Fan was incredibly fast, closing in instantly. His body seemed to be ablaze with golden flames as another golden slap landed.

*Thud!* Like a golden flash of lightning, he caught up to the soaring Gao Linfeng, slapped him down in mid-air, and slammed him onto the ground.

It wasn't that Gao Linfeng was weak; it was that Ye Fan was simply too powerful. He could effortlessly suppress cultivators at the Four Extremities Great Perfection stage with a mere lift of his hand!

Gao Linfeng was called a genius, having grown up amidst praise. Yet, facing Ye Fan, whose golden vital energy surged, he felt utterly helpless.

Nearby, Wang Chongxiao's expression changed drastically. He was greatly astonished. He had once fought fiercely with Ye Fan and knew the terrifying extent of his previous cultivation, but what he just witnessed was even more startling.

That speed was so extreme it made his hair stand on end. Without preparation, even he might not have been able to dodge it; it was truly unmatched.

Ye Fan flashed, leaving a golden afterimage, and returned to the palace, sitting down on the sandalwood chair as if he had never moved.

He was calm, the fiery golden light on his body completely retracted. He remained still, looking down at Gao Linfeng beneath the broken wall, saying nothing.

However, this silence made Gao Linfeng feel worse than being cut by a knife. Being looked down upon in such a manner by the very person he had sought to humiliate made him wish for death.

"Do I have the right to sit here now?" Ye Fan suddenly smiled.

*Pfft!* Gao Linfeng was so enraged that he spat out three large mouthfuls of blood. A roar escaped his lips as he loudly called out, "Elder Wang!"

"This old servant is here," a hoot-like voice responded from afar, rapidly approaching.

With a flash of light, the person appeared in the palace before their voice had even fully faded. Seeing Gao Linfeng's blood-stained mouth and chest, their expression immediately changed.

"Young Master, what happened to you?" The elder was stout but moved like lightning, quickly helping him up.

"Elder Wang, go kill him for me!" Gao Linfeng's expression was cold and ruthless. After standing up, his first thought was to have Ye Fan killed.

An Miaoyi stepped forward gracefully, like an immortal flower swaying in the wind, her fragrance wafting. With her flawless, ethereal beauty, radiant skin, and glossy black hair, she gently advanced to mediate.

"Fairy An, step back. This has nothing to do with you!" Gao Linfeng's expression was cold, his eyes filled with intense killing intent as he stared fixedly at Ye Fan.

"Miaoyu Temple has never permitted fights within its palace," An Miaoyi said, parting her red lips slightly.

"There are exceptions to everything. Today, I've invited some friends here, and he is not qualified; I don't want him sitting here," Gao Linfeng said sternly.

*Swoosh!* The gray-robed old servant made his move. Though seemingly stout, he was incredibly agile, striking like lightning. "You're that Saint Body?" he said coldly. "Since you've already half-crippled your cultivation, why not make it complete? I'll help you with that!"

His right hand spread all five fingers, shooting out five divine rainbows that pierced through the void. His power surged like a tsunami, intending to suppress Ye Fan immediately.

*Thud!* Ye Fan stood up, his golden fist like a blazing sun, fiercely smashing forward. One strike could break ten thousand armies!

How powerful was his physical body? It was truly astonishingly divine. A single punch sealed off the boundless power, preventing the elder from approaching!

The stout old servant, a powerful cultivator at the fifth transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm, possessed boundless power like the sea. He pressed his left hand in the void.

*Boom!* He imprinted an ancient scroll, which unfurled in the void, emitting a misty haze that swiftly descended, aiming to trap Ye Fan below.

*Swoosh!* Ye Fan flew out like a fleeting light. He didn't use his spiritual energy, relying entirely on his speed and physical body to fight.

Wang Chongxiao had been observing carefully, trying to determine if Ye Fan had truly crippled his own cultivation. Seeing this, he was startled and unable to make a judgment.

"I'll help you become a mortal!" The powerful cultivator at the fifth transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm was absolutely confident. He was indeed terrifying, capable of manifesting an ancient scroll from nothingness that could seal the heavens and deter the earth.

However, Ye Fan had already broken through to the peak of the third layer of the Four Extremities, surpassing common understanding. His combat power had significantly increased from before, enough to resist him head-on.

*Swoosh!* Ye Fan returned like a faint afterimage, not using divine power. He attacked immediately, relying on the extreme speed of the "Xing" character secret art and his incomparably strong physical body.

*Clatter!* The stout old servant unfurled the ancient scroll. He also knew the terrifying nature of the Saint Body's physical form and dared not engage in close combat, choosing instead to suppress with his power.

However, Ye Fan's speed was even faster than he imagined. In a flash, he dodged the ancient scroll and rapidly attacked around him.

*Bang!* *Thud!* *Clang!* ...Ye Fan, enveloped in compelling golden vital energy, unleashed punch after punch with a powerful rhythm. Each punch carried the might of a savage dragon, causing the void to continuously collapse.

This was an astonishing display of power. Without using his own spiritual energy, he collapsed space with only his physical body. His body, vibrant with golden vital energy, was like a divine furnace.

"This little bastard is quite troublesome!" the gray-robed old servant thought, surprised.

Ye Fan moved like a child of light and shadow, flickering in and out, but his speed was terrifying. He continuously attacked the gray-robed elder, pressing closer and closer.

*Pop!* The ancient scroll could barely stop him now. With his pure physical body, he forcibly broke through the surging power, steadily approaching like a rampaging savage dragon, getting right in front of him.

The stout old servant's heart pounded. He was a powerhouse at the fifth transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm, yet he struggled so much. The opponent was threatening him with just his physical body and speed.

"You want to cripple my cultivation and make me a mortal? Can you really do it?" Ye Fan's speed increased further, rapidly closing the distance.

His fists and palms shone with golden light. There was nothing they couldn't break. He continuously struck near the stout elder, the rhythm becoming increasingly terrifying.

*Boom!* Finally, Ye Fan pressed down with force. The void all around him, where he had struck, collapsed. He charged forward, his palm a fiery golden, striking down like a Sky-Overturning Seal.

*Clang!* The gray-robed old servant manifested the ancient scroll, narrowly blocking it in front of him, but it was shattered by the golden palm print, the scroll instantly vanishing.

*Bang!* Ye Fan's slap, merely grazing his shoulder, produced a sound of shattering bones. The gray-robed old servant spurted blood and flew horizontally.

Ye Fan, despite acting later, arrived first, blocking the gray-robed elder's path. His golden fingers vibrated with force, and with a *thud*, he slammed him onto the ground.

"You..." The gray-robed elder's expression turned ashen. He had said he would help Ye Fan completely cripple himself and become a mortal, never expecting that the opponent would cripple him instead.

Gao Linfeng's face was pale, and he continuously retreated, his expression extremely grim. "You didn't cripple yourself..."

Ye Fan disappeared with each step, moving like a phantom, incredibly fast. His golden finger instantly pressed onto Gao Linfeng's forehead.

Gao Linfeng's hairs stood on end, and cold sweat drenched his clothes. The Saint Body's physical form surpassed divine weapons; it could break anything.

It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but that he simply couldn't. At this moment, his legs felt weak, and he could barely stand, for he felt the threat of death.

With a slight exertion of force from Ye Fan, his finger pulsed with golden light, and Gao Linfeng immediately collapsed to the ground, trembling as he pleaded, "Don't kill me."

"Brother Ye, perhaps let him go this time," Wang Chongxiao said. In the past, he was extremely domineering and arrogant, but today he was uncharacteristically subdued.

"Forgive when you can," a clear voice said from outside the palace. A man in white, immaculate, arrived as if stepping on moonlight.

Ye Fan lightly pushed with his finger, startling Gao Linfeng so much that he almost screamed. He fell backward onto the ground, completely drenched in sweat.

He was immensely humiliated. The other party hadn't taken his life, but a mere casual gesture had caused him such a loss of composure. It was a disgrace. He wanted to scream but forced himself to hold it in.

"You are... Xu Zixuan." Wang Chongxiao's expression stiffened. He seemed not to have expected this person to be here.

"Xu Zixuan of the Central State." The newcomer was handsome and serene. He stepped into the palace, nodding and smiling to everyone.

"Xu Zixuan, the Feathered King of the Central State?" An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes shone with a strange light, revealing a look of great surprise.

"Greetings, Fairy An," Xu Zixuan said, smiling and nodding.

By observing Wang Chongxiao and An Miaoyi's expressions, Ye Fan naturally deduced that this person had a very significant background; otherwise, they would never have reacted this way.

"Feathered Ascension to Heaven," a complete metamorphosis, was an extremely rare physical constitution, appearing only once in tens of thousands of years. It was known as an unrivaled constitution, called the "Feathered King."

This constitution was terrifying, possessing advantages that no other kings could match. During cultivation, it was like a divine chrysalis transforming, breaking its cocoon to become a butterfly.

With each breakthrough to a major Secret Realm, one could unlock a divine potential within the body. Its potential was boundless, allowing one to cultivate to immortality, earning it the epithet "Unrivaled King" in the Central State.