Chapter 705: Suppressing the Golden Crow Prince

Welcome.

The ten Crown Princes of the Golden Crow race are each stronger than the last, with the sixth prince, Lu Ya, being the most formidable, commanding respect even from many sect masters. He is a terrifying Golden Crow, possessing extraordinary talent evident since childhood when he tore apart flood dragons and slew Rocs. To date, he has personally killed more than five peerless sect masters. His hands are stained with blood, reflecting his immense personal power. With his ten formidable brothers, who in the world would dare provoke them when they act together? Otherwise, how could he have become sworn brothers with Yin Tiande, Daoist Sanque, and the Lunar God Child? Together, they are poised to become some of the most formidable figures in the future of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain.

His appearance naturally startled many, even causing living fossils to take notice. Despite his youth, sect masters from all sides regarded him as an equal. Many female cultivators focused their gaze on him. Lu Ya currently has no dao companion, and the Golden Crow King is in the process of selecting one for him, leading many proud daughters of ancient sects to harbor aspirations.

“No, this is one of Lu Ya's avatars; his true body has not arrived,” said one of the sect masters.

The Ninth Prince did not mind Lu Ya stealing his thunder and attracting everyone's attention. He was long accustomed to it, as his sixth brother's exceptional talent had been evident since childhood. Both men were of similar build and strikingly handsome. Their long golden hair flowed, shimmering with golden light, and their golden pupils emitted divine radiance like sharp swords. They walked side by side, majestic and awe-inspiring, like two ancient Golden Sacred Spirits descending upon the world. Golden energy permeated the air around them, and golden flames flickered.

“Two Princes…,” Lang Tianye stepped forward to greet the Golden Crow members. Despite knowing Lu Ya was an avatar, he dared not show the slightest disrespect. Many important figures emerged, proactively greeting the two Golden Crow Princes. This clearly demonstrated the race's formidable power and the extent to which they were feared. Among the younger generation, many also came forward to pay respects, with most offering junior greetings and behaving very reservedly in front of Lu Ya's avatar.

“Which one of them was it?” the Ninth Prince asked, his golden long hair seemingly burning like fire, urging the crippled Golden Crow to identify the person.

“He's not here,” a cultivator who came to greet them whispered.

“What arrogance,” the Ninth Prince said indifferently. He then turned to his kinsmen and instructed, “Go call him out. Today is Old Wolf God's birthday, and I don't wish to cause a massacre and drench Mount Tianlang in blood within the manor.”

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The Ninth Prince was exceptionally assertive and sharp, clearly having come to kill without much preamble. Some young women showed surprise; the Golden Crow race was indeed too powerful. It was no wonder some sect masters sent their proud daughters to marry into the clan. At the same time, people were also surprised that Ye Fan remained calmly seated within the manor, not coming out at all. Even with the arrival of two princes, he reacted indifferently.

The crippled Golden Crows were all gritting their teeth. Unlike when they were recently driven away, they now strode in proudly, sneering repeatedly as they entered the manor.

“You, surnamed Ye, really have composure, still drinking tea here!” When they entered the courtyard, they saw Ye Fan again. Filled with hatred, they raised their voices by an octave and shouted loudly, “Our Ninth Prince has arrived, and Prince Lu Ya's avatar is also here. You are an enemy of our Golden Crow race. You… hmph hmph hmph!”

Ye Fan looked at them, then impatiently waved his hand as if shooing flies, unwilling to look at them any longer.

“Our Ninth Prince commands you to come out and meet him…,” one of the Golden Crows began, sneering repeatedly.

“Have you forgotten the lesson just now?” Ye Fan suddenly looked up, interrupting him. A large golden hand swept out, delivering several loud slaps that sent the men flying, their teeth scattering from their mouths. The force was immense. They were sent flying over multiple courtyards, soaring three hundred *zhang* away, landing outside the manor. They bounced and rolled like dying fish, gasping for breath.

In front of Tianlang Manor, everyone was astonished. This truly showed no respect for the Golden Crow Ninth Prince; the messengers who went inside were thrown out like dead dogs.

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince's face darkened. He said grimly, “What arrogance! Is he forcing me to go inside and start a massacre?”

“Your Royal Highness, today is my master's grand birthday celebration. I hope you will calm your thunderous anger,” Lang Tianye pleaded, naturally wishing to avoid any trouble.

“Old Wolf God's cultivation is profound, and I naturally don't wish to ruin his birthday celebration. However, this person clearly doesn't know his place. If I don't kill him for acting this way, even the Golden Crow Ancestor will blame me,” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince said.

“What if we overlook this for today?” Lang Tianye asked.

“You should still have someone call him out. Tell him I want to see him. Hiding in the manor for protection will be useless,” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince said.

Before long, a disciple from Tianlang Manor came to see Ye Fan, bracing himself to speak. Some cultivators attending the birthday celebration followed, all curious to see if Ye Fan would remain as assertive this time.

“Me go see him? What Golden Crow Ninth Prince? Never heard of him. If he wants to see me, let him come himself!” Ye Fan flatly refused.

Everyone was shocked. He didn't even acknowledge the Golden Crow Ninth Prince, claiming he hadn't heard of him, which clearly indicated an assertive individual and an inevitable battle. A strong expert from the Golden Crow race had also followed them in and changed color upon hearing this.

“What ‘you'?” Ye Fan glared, saying, “Are you used to being so domineering? Do you think you're a Great Saint who can command the world? If not, disappear at once!”

This Golden Crow cultivator had come to assess the situation. Sensing Ye Fan's immense power, he said nothing more and turned to leave.

With a ‘bang!'

Upon learning this, the Golden Crow Ninth Prince stomped, cracking the ground. He walked step by step into Tianlang Manor, his expression cold, golden energy swirling around him. He stopped a distance from the courtyard, and two divine rays, hundreds of *zhang* long, shot from his golden pupils, disappearing into the void.

“Ye Fan!”

“Is there something you need?” Ye Fan remained steadily seated on his stone chair, unmoving, a teacup in his hand.

“Quite arrogant. I came personally, yet you remain like this,” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince said coldly, stepping into the courtyard.

“You think too highly of yourself, asking me to go see you. Who do you think you are?” Ye Fan replied calmly.

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince glared, radiating a demonic power, his eyes exceptionally sharp. “I hope your strength matches your words, otherwise I will be very disappointed,” he said.

“Whether you're disappointed or not, what does it matter to me?” Ye Fan retorted, extremely assertive and confrontational. “Don't just say you came; even if your old father, the Golden Crow King, came, I wouldn't pay my respects. Don't try to show off your princely might to me; I don't know you.”

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince's gaze was intimidating. He strode forward, pressing in, looking down at Ye Fan from a superior height, his killing intent fully revealed. Everyone was surprised. Ye Fan clearly showed no fear of the Golden Crow race, remaining seated even with the Ninth Prince's arrival.

Just then, Lu Ya finally spoke for the first time. He grabbed the Golden Crow Ninth Prince, took a step forward, and said, “I find myself somewhat admiring you now.”

“You admire me, yet you come to help Yin Tiande kill me. He hasn't even emerged from seclusion, but you're quite proactive,” Ye Fan sneered.

“At this moment, I actually wish to befriend you. It's a pity you killed Yin Tiande's brother; truly regrettable,” Lu Ya said, shaking his head.

“What does my killing his brother have to do with you?” Ye Fan retorted. “Your Golden Crow race is too self-important. Do you truly believe you can dominate everything?”

“Brother Six, why are you saying so much?” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince said coldly. “He crippled our kinsmen, making him an enemy of the Golden Crow race. Let's send him on his way!”

“Everyone, please calm your anger. Do not fight today,” Lang Tianye said, his expression looking somewhat displeased.

“Let's fight outside. Let's not ruin Senior Old Wolf God's birthday celebration,” Lu Ya said calmly.

“Let's go. Go outside and choose a place to be buried; a few feet of yellow earth will suffice,” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince said grimly, his teeth gleaming coldly.

“You're nothing but a golden crow. Don't act as if you're an ancient sacred spirit,” a cold sneer appeared on Ye Fan's lips.

Who in the world dared speak to the Golden Crow race like that? Everyone was shocked, wondering about the true background of this cultivator named Ye Fan.

Outside Tianlang Manor, Ye Fan stood alone against more than a dozen Golden Crows, his expression calm, without a trace of tension, standing apart.

“Ninth Prince, avenge us! You must kill this ignorant brat and uphold the prestige of our Golden Crow race!” one of the men crippled by Ye Fan gritted his teeth and spoke.

“Very well, I will cripple him too, to appease you, and then end his life!” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince declared.

Ye Fan spread his five fingers, shooting out several golden rays that pierced through the foreheads of those men, killing them instantly right in front of the Golden Crow Prince.

“You… How dare you!” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince roared.

People were shocked. This was an open humiliation, killing these Golden Crow members right in front of the Ninth Prince, as if directly slapping his face.

“The Golden Crow race has produced ten princes, each with extraordinary talent, shaking the world. We are finally about to see them in action.”

The Heavenly Wolf Howling Moon Platform was a broken mountain, as if sliced in half by an axe blade. Its wide and flat cross-section was augmented with dao patterns, making it an ancient training ground.

“You don't know your place, making an enemy of my Golden Crow race. I'll give you a three-foot deep pit to bury your broken body.”

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince, utterly humiliating, immediately slapped towards Ye Fan's right cheek, relying on the extreme speed and power of his Golden Crow physique to deliver a forceful blow.

“Crack!”

Ye Fan met it with a golden hand, producing a loud crack. Golden blood splattered as the Golden Crow Ninth Prince's right palm was utterly shattered. He let out a long cry, his severed palm regenerating, then transformed into a golden light and shot away, leaving a trail of golden blood. People were shocked. How powerful was the Golden Crow race's physique, yet they suffered such a great loss in a single exchange? How terrifying must this person's physique be!

The battle between the Golden Crow Ninth Prince and Ye Fan erupted, immediately intensifying to a white-hot pitch. The scene was astonishing, with surging energy eclipsing the sun and moon. True Sun Fire swallowed the sky, drawing forth the essence of the sun. It unleashed a boundless golden sacred fire, transforming into an endless sea of flames that engulfed the world. The Golden Crow Ninth Prince no longer dared to engage with his physical body. He ceased close-quarters combat, opting instead to suppress Ye Fan with his magical power.

However, Ye Fan was completely fearless. He unleashed a thread of black sacred energy, which extinguished the True Sun Fire, causing the temperature to plummet.

Great Yin Sacred Energy!

This was the ultimate Yin sacred energy he had cultivated while practicing the Taiyin and Taiyang Ancient Scriptures. Its divine power was immense, capable of extinguishing True Sun Fire.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shot forth. Eighty-one large golden flags fluttered, forged from brilliant divine gold. Their surfaces were golden, adorned with embroidered divine Golden Crows, and they arranged themselves in the void, trapping Ye Fan within.

“Lu Ya's Golden Crow Grand Banners!” people exclaimed in shock. These had a blood-soaked legend! In the past, Lu Ya used these eighty-one golden banners to trap and refine five peak sect masters simultaneously, killing them all within, their blood staining the sky. Today, he had given these banners to the Golden Crow Ninth Prince, who used them during the confrontation, instantly sealing Ye Fan inside.

At this point, everyone sighed inwardly. These were the Golden Crow race's treasured banners, impossible to break, containing the Golden Crow Divine Formation. However powerful Ye Fan was, could he compare to five peak sect masters? He was sure to die.

“You dare to be an enemy of my Golden Crow race with just that?” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince sneered repeatedly, standing outside the banner formation with his hands behind his back, his golden long hair flowing. Trapped within the Golden Crow Divine Formation, even living fossils couldn't escape. He was naturally arrogant and disdainful, considering Ye Fan a dead man.

However, things often turn out unexpectedly. Ye Fan used the Xingzi Secret Art, moving as if unimpeded, and burst out with almost no delay. Once the Xingzi Secret Art was mastered, one could go anywhere from the Nine Heavens to the Nine Hells; nothing could stop it. Ye Fan had been greatly inspired by observing the Young Madman's use of it, which involved the domain of time, leading to a deeper understanding.

“Boom!”

Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

Unleashed by a Sacred Body, it swallowed mountains and rivers, advancing irresistibly. There was hardly anything comparable in heaven or on earth! This fist technique seemed to have been created for Ye Fan, appearing to possess the power to open the Six Paths. It was unparalleled in the world, its wild force capable of shattering the sky.

The Golden Crow Ninth Prince transformed into a golden light to evade, but still let out a great cry. Half his body was blasted apart, golden blood splattering, his severed torso sent flying, a gruesome sight. People were greatly astonished, all almost dumbfounded. This was one of the Golden Crow's ten princes, capable of killing Holy Lords and renowned throughout the world, yet he had been reduced to such a state. At this moment, everyone was startled awake, realizing they had severely underestimated this cultivator of unclear origin. This battle by the man named Ye Fan was destined to shake Luzhou. Only some sect masters from Tianyuan City knew of his extraordinary nature. They knew Ye Fan was an old acquaintance of the Old Madman, but had kept silent about it.

“Grrr…” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince roared in fury, unable to accept this outcome. Even the Golden Crow Treasure Banners' divine formation failed to stop his opponent, who moved through it as if on flat ground. This was simply unbelievable.

Ye Fan shot into the sky, his Xingzi Secret Art unparalleled. He pursued, about to catch up to the Golden Crow Ninth Prince, and was raising his fist to strike. Lu Ya finally made his move. Though an avatar, he could still unleash great divine abilities, conjuring a golden Ancestral Crow divine feather that shot forth, seizing the Ninth Prince and pulling him away.

“Brother Six, why are you fleeing?” the Golden Crow Ninth Prince shouted. “Among the younger generation, apart from Yin Tiande, you are unrivaled in this world! You once killed five great sect masters in a single day. Who can contend with you? Kill him!”

“My true body hasn't arrived, and this avatar has less than twenty percent of my full combat power. Let's leave here first,” Lu Ya said. The inability of the Golden Crow Treasure Banners to trap and kill the opponent had also exceeded his expectations.

“I'm unwilling! To actually have to flee in defeat!” The Golden Crow Ninth Prince's heart was consumed by rage, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Fan stood in the void, not pursuing them. He took out a treasured bow, a cold sneer on his lips, and began to draw it into a full moon shape. It was the Myriad Sores Bow! Everyone was shocked, all staring intently at the sky.