Chapter 723: Bending the Bow to Shoot the Golden Crow

Chapter 726: Drawing the Bow to Shoot the Golden Crow

"Four years ago, you killed our Golden Crow Clan's Ninth Prince and annihilated our elders with the Divine Maiden Cauldron. Now you dare to wage war against my entire clan again. Do you think one person can stand against all of us?!" An old Golden Crow stepped forward, his face as grim as water.

He was a Taoist priest, over fifty years old, with golden shoulder-length hair and a gaunt, refined appearance. His golden eyes were eerie and intimidating. Tall and slender, he held a golden wooden staff in his hand.

It was clear he held a high and influential position within the Golden Crow Clan; he stood at the forefront, and many showed him great reverence.

"You see your own pain, yet you are blind to the suffering of others. Did your Golden Crow Clan ever consider how the Human Race felt when you annihilated the descendants of their Holy Empress?" Ye Fan's body exuded a golden mist that rose like rolling clouds, accompanied by bursts of thunder. He roared, "Let alone your one clan, even if ten more clans came, I would still kill them all!"

"Is that so? This humble Taoist, Xuan Yi, wishes to see just how powerful you are, to dare utter such arrogant words." The half-century-old Taoist priest advanced, holding his golden wooden staff.

He wore a golden crown and an Eight Trigram robe. Appearing devoid of joy or sorrow, he nevertheless exuded a dangerous aura. His golden hair fanned out as he walked, his steps steady and deliberate.

The Golden Crow Clan was unique; their names were peculiar and chosen purely based on personal preference. Some had even inherited ancient Taoist traditions and adopted the attire of Taoist priests.

Ye Fan remained calm, saying little as he stepped forward. This was undoubtedly a powerful opponent, trapped at the Immortal Three (Dao Severing) stage, appearing like a vast golden abyss.

"Clang!"

Above the head of the half-century-old Taoist priest, Xuan Yi, a black iron mountain emerged. It was as majestic as Kunlun, engraved with the character "Xuan," and wreathed in a rising mist.

He paced forward, holding the golden wooden staff, his steps steady. Standing in the void, he struck downward. "Boom!"

The black ocean was instantly struck to its depths, revealing a vacuum pit tens of thousands of feet deep. All the waves splashed up, surging skyward and dispersing the clouds.

The golden wooden staff in Taoist Xuan Yi's hand elongated and thickened like a mountain ridge, sweeping down with immense power and momentum.

"Zheng!"

A blade's hum resonated through the heavens and earth. Ye Fan activated the Soldier Character Secret, retrieving the Blood Demon Blade that had fallen into the sea. He held the blade horizontally towards the sky, striking it against the wooden staff.

"Snap!"

Taoist Xuan Yi flicked his wrist, and the golden wooden staff slid down the blade, striking towards Ye Fan's hand bones. With a thunderous boom, a burst of golden flames erupted.

This was the essence of solar fire he had refined over two millennia of cultivation, capable of incinerating everything. Even a speck of it would turn a sect leader-level figure into ashes.

However, Ye Fan was utterly unconcerned. A flash of light from his immortal platform, and a crack opened in his glabella, drawing in the golden fire essence and completely refining it away.

"The Ancient Sun Scripture!"

"He has cultivated the Ancient Sun Scripture!"

Many members of the Golden Crow Clan cried out. They were intimately familiar with this celestial art and its properties, and all revealed expressions of shock.

"Boom!"

The black iron mountain above Old Taoist Xuan Yi's head, dark as ink and majestically towering, unleashed tens of thousands of black lights that swept towards Ye Fan.

This was an immense tearing force; the black lights, like ripples, submerged the long blade in Ye Fan's hand.

"Clang!"

The demonic blade wailed, trembling repeatedly, its body on the verge of shattering.

Ye Fan's strength was immense, his physical body unparalleled; it was utterly impossible for anyone to snatch a weapon from his grasp.

"Clang!"

The emerald-green long blade snapped into two. One half remained in Ye Fan's hand, while the other was struck by the black light, refined into essence gold, and absorbed into the black iron mountain.

"Xuan Magnet Mountain!"

Ye Fan was astonished. This was a rare and precious material for refining artifacts; a piece as small as a soybean could weigh over ten thousand jun, possessing undying magnetism, naturally capable of countering refined gold weapons.

The Golden Crow Clan had always been prosperous, having annihilated numerous Human Race orthodoxies and acquired many legacies. This was a secret treasure from an ancient Taoist sect, complete with ancient cultivation methods.

Xuan Yi was a formidable expert who had lived for 2,800 years, having been stuck at the ninth small stage of the Immortal Platform Second Heaven for over two millennia. His power was astonishing.

"Crack!"

Ye Fan formed the Embrace Mountain Seal with his hand and smashed it towards the sky, violently colliding with the Xuan Magnet Mountain. He severed its divine magnetic light, sending it flying tens of thousands of feet away.

"Truly terrifying!" Old Taoist Xuan Yi's expression grew solemn.

He had studied all the Human Race's ancient Taoist profound arts, his strength unfathomable. Due to being trapped by Dao Severing for over two millennia, though his cultivation hadn't advanced, he had meticulously researched methods for breakthrough, touching upon the Seven Forbidden Domain.

A living fossil like him, combined with mastery of the Seven Forbidden Domain, could certainly dominate the world with few rivals. Yet, encountering Ye Fan, he found himself suppressed.

It could be said that his strength was peerless; he was a prominent figure in the Golden Crow Clan, wielding significant influence, rarely challenged, and an elder of paramount importance.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan vanished from the void, startling everyone. It was truly too strange.

In the sky, a golden bolt of lightning appeared from nothingness. Ye Fan, using the Great Void Technique, rapidly approached through the air, bringing down the Void Hand Seal.

This was a colossal golden hand, like a vast golden cloud, pressing down, immense and mighty, enveloping Taoist Xuan Yi and his Xuan Magnet Mountain beneath it.

This was a terrifying pressure, as if the Ninth Heaven had been brought crashing down, pressing upon Old Taoist Xuan Yi. His hair stood on end, and his disheveled golden locks flew wildly.

"Rise!"

He let out a soft cry, using the Xuan Magnet Mountain to strike upwards with heaven-defying force, blocking the golden hand seal. Tens of thousands of terrifying divine magnetic lights pierced through the firmament.

Ye Fan was astonished. This precious material was indeed heaven-defying, truly an "uncut jade" that, if carefully refined, would surely astound the world.

He transformed his palm into a claw and struck down, still covering the sky and sun. With a "bang," he seized the Xuan Magnet Mountain, holding it firmly in his hand. With a powerful swipe, he severed all the primordial spirits on it, thus changing its ownership.

Then, like a Celestial Emperor descending, his golden hand gripped the majestic magnetic mountain, as if holding the Emperor's Great Seal, and slammed it down with force.

Taoist Xuan Yi's heart turned cold. His methods were heaven-defying, his strength absolute, capable of dominating the world, yet at this moment, he was so passive, his body growing cold and on the verge of shattering.

He let out a soft cry, transforming into a colossal Golden Crow, spreading its wings to flee. However, it was ultimately too late. The golden hand in the sky, like that of a Celestial Emperor holding a seal, descended, and with a "thud," it shattered one of his divine wings.

Blood dyed the air. The old Golden Crow let out a soft cry, plummeting diagonally downwards. He transformed back into his Taoist form, his entire left arm gone, profusely bleeding.

Everyone was stunned. Taoist Xuan Yi's cultivation was profound, having touched upon the Seven Forbidden Domain, and trapped by Dao Severing. There were few opponents in the current era who could kill him.

The crowd surged forward, knowing Xuan Yi was no match, coming to his aid, intending to collectively kill Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan was even faster. He had no desire to end this battle and wanted to completely deal with this old Golden Crow. In a blink, he was before them, holding the black iron mountain that now covered the entire sky.

Taoist Xuan Yi retreated rapidly, sweeping his wooden staff with his right hand. A golden light, like a surging river, burst forth, forming a stellar storm.

"Pffft!"

The Xuan Magnet Mountain descended, smashing the wooden staff into countless golden particles that scattered across the sky. Moreover, the colossal black mountain body pressed Old Taoist Xuan Yi beneath it.

A splash of blood scattered. This elder of the Golden Crow Clan was crushed, his bones shattered and tendons severed. The moment his primordial spirit attempted to ascend, it was cut into ashes by a golden Taoist sword that flew out from Ye Fan's glabella.

"Kill!"

"Avenge Old Ancestor Xuan Yi!"

The Golden Crow Clan members were enraged. They swarmed forward to attack, rushing towards the center, with various magical artifacts flying everywhere.

"Clang," "Clang"...

Ye Fan activated the seized black iron mountain. Tens of thousands of divine magnetic lights surged forth, instantly destroying more than half of the refined gold artifacts filling the sky, proving its miraculous efficacy.

At the same time, he fixed his gaze on a mighty figure, transforming into a blazing bolt of lightning. The Movement Character Secret allowed him to move as if in an unpopulated realm. He raised his fist and struck to kill.

Six Paths Samsara Fist!

After four years of enlightenment, his understanding of this supreme fist intent had deepened. He advanced relentlessly, sweeping away all obstacles. The mighty figure screamed tragically, pulverized by a single punch!

"Activate the Golden Crow Divine Array!"

One of the elders roared. All the Golden Crow Clan experts retreated. In the sky, banners fluttered, fierce flames surged, and divine clouds churned.

Over a hundred Golden Crow Clan experts had arrived; three mighty experts had died, leaving two terrifying elders and four powerful Golden Crow Princes.

"Refine him to ashes!" several Golden Crow Princes gnashed their teeth. Ye Fan had killed two of their brothers; this was naturally an irreconcilable feud.

In the sky, altars appeared one after another. This was an ancient killing array, and they intended to use it to trap Ye Fan and refine him.

"Zheng," "Zheng," "Zheng"...

Ten thousand swords chimed in unison, and Golden Crows filled the sky. Tens of thousands of sword beams surged from each ancient altar, flying towards Ye Fan at the very center.

This was an ancient killing array; moreover, much vital energy transformed into Golden Crows, swooping down to attack, covering the sky and sun, appearing everywhere.

Within this ancient array woven from divine light, Ye Fan moved like a divine being. His body was enveloped in a golden Tai Chi circle, and he moved swiftly, utilizing the Movement Character Secret.

He first landed on the reef, dispelling the forbidden array set by the nine divine sources. He picked up the child, who was crying so hard he was almost unconscious, and placed him on his shoulder, saying, "Don't cry anymore. Let's send your Uncle Jiang on his way."

He buried the old servant's body in the black ocean. The young child cried hoarsely until his voice was raw, weakly extending his small hand, trying to grasp at the seawater.

"Crying won't solve anything. Your Uncle Jiang hopes you will grow up strong. Now, I will give you your first lesson."

Ye Fan placed the child on his shoulder, soared into the sky, and stood in the center of the ancient killing array, declaring, "Do you truly believe a mere divine array can trap me?!"

The Fourth Golden Crow Prince said grimly, "Talk when you escape."

"Activate the ancient array! Grind him to dust, let him never be reborn!" the Fifth Golden Crow Prince commanded loudly and coldly.

The ancient killing array absorbed the essence of heaven and earth. Immediately, a fierce Yin wind howled, and dark clouds surged, instantly engulfing this entire region, creating an utterly terrifying scene.

"Uncle Jiang, don't go! Tongtong misses you. I have no other family, only you..." The poor child cried heartbrokenly, sobbing with grief.

Ye Fan, carrying him, soared against the heavens, wielding the Myriad Sorrow Bow. He said, "Only by growing and becoming stronger can you make your Uncle Jiang proud. Watch closely!"

"Buzz!"

A slight tremor, the bowstring twanged, and a golden beam of light, tens of miles long, shot upwards against the heavens!

This arrow concentrated all his power; he imbued it with life, injecting his understanding of the Great Dao. The moment it appeared, the heavens and earth resonated, the Great Dao rumbled, and auspicious light descended from the sky!

"Pffft!"

A splash of blood erupted. The Fourth Golden Crow Prince let out a loud cry as an arrow pierced his glabella. A divine rainbow, tens of miles long, accompanied him as he was pulverized in the void.

"What?!"

"Fourth Prince!"

The Golden Crow Clan members cried out in fear.

"Again!" Ye Fan roared, once more drawing the bow towards the sky. His divine power surged, vital energy boiled within his body, and his entire being seemed cast from gold.

"Pffft!"

A divine rainbow, tens of miles long, pierced through the air, nailing itself into the Fifth Golden Crow Prince's forehead bone. It carried his lifeless body hundreds of miles away before shattering into a mist of blood!

"Again!" Ye Fan roared once more. This sound was like a curse from the netherworld, striking fear into the hearts of all Golden Crow Clan members, making them tremble involuntarily.