Best Young Master

The entire Trial Arena fell silent in an instant, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even the vicious birds and ferocious beasts sensed a crisis and all went to ground, not daring to make a sound.

On the ground was a heap of flesh pulp and broken bones. The only two left had been blasted into slag by the golden flesh of Ye Fan’s palm strike, bidding farewell forever to this strongest trial path on the Xing Kong Gu Road.

After beheading the two, Ye Fan swiftly stepped out of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders’ boss’s Domain, then stood there quietly, facing the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders alone, his aura not losing out in the slightest.

"You’re strong, but unfortunately blind to the situation. You killed them, so don’t even think about walking out of here alive!"

One of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a trace of mockery.

"How you walk your path is your own choice, you can’t blame anyone else. You even dared to kill the City Lord’s son’s followers—aren’t you just an old man tired of living, cutting your own throat?"

The Eighth of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders likewise sneered as he spoke.

"Sigh..."

The boss of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders let out a sigh, his gaze resting on Ye Fan for a long time before he finally muttered, "I had intended to offer my heart to the Bright Moon, but the Bright Moon shines on the ditch instead. I originally wanted to spare your life, but you insisted on seeking your own death, so don’t blame me."

"Didn’t you already want a fight with me? Why bother putting on this hypocritical act?"

Ye Fan sneered, his smile mocking. He had already prepared himself for an all-out battle.

The Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders before him were nothing like those thirty rabble from before. Each one of them was extremely powerful, almost all possessing the strength to fight across realms.

The Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders had swept across the Xing Kong Gu Road, defeating countless opponents, charging through one Purgatory-like Star Domain after another, forging their fearsome renown with endless blood and bones.

"Big Brother, why use a bull butcher’s blade to kill a chicken? No need for you to act; let me put him down and avenge Young Master Pang’s followers!"

Among the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, a young man mounted on a White Rhinoceros Xuan Beast stepped forward to ask for the fight.

"Be careful. To wipe out all of Young Master Pang’s followers, he must have some extraordinary means. Don’t underestimate him!" The boss of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders pondered for a moment, then nodded and agreed to his request.

"Kid, report your name. Under the hands of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, no nameless nobody dies!" That man urged his White Rhinoceros forward and looked at Ye Fan as he spoke.

"My name is Ye Fan!"

Ye Fan looked at him calmly, his Heart as still as a mirror, reflecting everything around him.

He discovered that the man on the White Rhinoceros carried a terrifying wild strength within his body, similar in nature to that of a Xuan Beast. His blood and Qi were extremely vigorous.

This was a very strong opponent, but not strong enough to make Ye Fan wary. He was merely Late-stage Lord Realm, only one Xiao realm higher than Ye Fan.

Unless he was a peerless demon with experiences and physique similar to Ye Fan’s, he was far from being a match for the current Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan? Never heard of you. But that doesn’t matter anymore, because you’re about to be a dead man." The young man was extremely conceited.

In his eyes, killing Ye Fan was nothing more than a flick of the wrist. His own realm was higher than Ye Fan’s, and at the same realm, ordinary Cultivators were no match for him at all.

No matter how strong Ye Fan was, no matter how good his talent, he could at most be equal to him. With a difference of one Xiao realm, there was no suspense in the battle.

"I’ll give that line right back to you—and to all of you!"

Ye Fan’s words were just as sharp, his momentum not weaker than the other side in the slightest.

"You really are mad, but people who are too mad usually don’t live long."

The young man smiled at Ye Fan, a thread of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.

"You’re absolutely right—people who are too mad usually don’t live long!"

Ye Fan barked coldly, suddenly launching a fierce attack. His body turned into a streak of Flowing Light, wreathed in purple Thunder Power as he pounced toward the young man.

"Smack!"

A loud, crisp slap landed solidly. The force behind Ye Fan’s palm was tremendous, enough to slap entire stretches of mountain range into flying ash.

"Ah..."

With a miserable scream, the young man was sent flying together with his mount, blood spraying in an arc behind him. Half of his face was smashed to pieces by Ye Fan’s slap, almost killing him with a single palm.

"Aaaargh..."

The young man howled like a madman, his blood and Qi surging to the heavens. The mangled half of his face rapidly regenerated. He opened his mouth and spat out a strand of Innate Primordial Essence Qi, which turned into a sharp sword, cleaving toward the space between Ye Fan’s brows.

"Rumble..."

Ye Fan was utterly decisive, directly invoking a secret technique from the Thunderclap Treasure Skill. He swung out a fist; lightning flashed and thunder roared, the violent Thunder Power like descending Heavenly Punishment, shattering the sword formed from Innate Primordial Essence Qi on the spot.

"Puff!"

The man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale. The look he gave Ye Fan was filled with venom and fear.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"Even Sixth Brother isn’t his match?!"

The other Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders were all shocked. Ying Tianyu was their Old Sixth, his strength extremely formidable, yet he couldn’t even take a single move from Ye Fan. This was utterly beyond their comprehension.

Ye Fan laughed loudly and said, "So that’s all. Who else wants to try? If you can’t, then come at me together!"

"There will be a battle between us sooner or later. Let me be the one."

The boss of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, Lang Tianmang, urged the golden bull between his legs forward and rode out ahead of the others.

He didn’t want his brothers to embarrass themselves any further. The Combat Power Ye Fan had displayed was enough to make him take this fight seriously.

Oh?

Facing the boss of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, Ye Fan’s expression also grew solemn. He knew very well that this was an extremely terrifying opponent.

The Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders charged through the most difficult Heavenly Road, endured life-and-death tempering again and again, defeated countless competitors. Their fearsome reputation was carved out entirely through blood-soaked methods; even the City Lord of the Human Clan’s First City had been alarmed by them—one could imagine just how terrifying their strength was.

As the boss of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, for Lang Tianmang to sit in that position, he relied not only on things like benevolence, righteousness, and bold loyalty—the most important thing was still strength.

On the Xing Kong Gu Road, this strongest trial road, strength was the first priority; only with powerful strength could one win the respect of other competitors.

Even his mount was a Venerable Realm Holy Beast, let alone Lang Tianmang himself, who absolutely possessed Saint Lord Level strength.

Whether Xuan Beast or an ordinary mortal beast, as long as it could Cultivate to the Venerable Realm, it could have the word "Holy" prefixed and become a Holy Beast.

As for Human Cultivators, once they crossed the hurdle of the Venerable Realm, they could be called Saint Lord Level strong people.

Once stained with the title "Holy," it was not merely a symbol of Identity, but of strength. Between the Lord Realm and the Venerable Realm there was a heaven-rending chasm that was almost impossible to cross, also known as the Holy Domain Barrier, extremely difficult to break.

"Roar!"

Lang Tianmang roared and mountains and rivers collapsed; rolling sound waves surged toward Ye Fan like a tidal sea, terrifying ripples swept across heaven and earth, and within a radius of a thousand li all mountain ranges instantly turned to ash.

"Pfft!"

Ye Fan felt as if struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood; the Eight Phase World Domain spun madly, almost shattered by that roar.

"Good!"

"Big Brother is mighty!"

"Big Brother is invincible in battle, sweeping across the Xing Kong Gu Road, pushing horizontally through the Three Thousand Worlds without an enemy!"

This scene greatly boosted the spirits of the other members of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, sweeping away their previous suppression as they clamored excitedly.

Ye Fan’s heart tightened. This Lang Tianmang was truly too strong; worthy of being a Venerable Realm strong person. Even if Ye Fan burned his Divine Power and Divine Soul, he might not be able to defeat him.

But now he was already riding a tiger; even if there was only a sliver of hope, he still had to put in ten times the effort to fight for it.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger he became!

That was Ye Fan’s nature. He did not fear opponents being too strong—only a powerful opponent could force out his true potential.

"Ah..."

Ye Fan raised his head and howled to the sky, his entire body radiating golden light; Thunder Power coiled around him like strands of purple dragons, circling his form.

In that instant, he unreservedly unleashed all his strength. The Heart Protecting Armor, refined through Sacrificial Refinement from Ancient Shield Fragments, appeared upon his chest; his whole body seemed to be burning, leaping with blazing flames.

He burned Divine Power and Divine Soul, his aura soaring sharply, Combat Power stacking several times over; even his speed surged likewise, mysterious patterns appearing beneath his feet.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan executed the Xuandi Fist, infusing it with the world-dominating Fist Intent of the Domineering Fist and the Heaven Slaying Divine Spear’s unstoppable, all-annihilating spear intent, smashing viciously toward Lang Tianmang.

The superposition of multiplefold Combat Power gave him strength nearly sufficient to battle an Early-Stage Venerable strong person. The terrifying Xuandi Fist shattered the ancient Void, the golden fist wreathed in violent Thunder Power, destroying everything in its path.

Most terrifying of all, behind him on both sides appeared a headless Goddess, a one-armed Divine General, and a Human-shaped creatures with a large hole in its chest.

This was a kind of vision, an anomaly that would appear after he burned his Holy Embryo and Divine Soul, capable of shaking a person’s Divine Soul.

Facing Ye Fan’s berserk assault, Lang Tianmang, the leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, could no longer remain calm. He sensed an enormous threat—Ye Fan in this state absolutely possessed the ability to fight him head-on.

"Roar!"

He too unleashed his own martial arts and secret technique; his bronze-colored fist pierced through the Void, colliding fiercely with Ye Fan’s golden Iron Fist.

"Boom!"

The world seemed to collapse; at the point where their fists met, the Void underwent a horrifying great collapse, as if the heavens and earth were being opened anew. Chaotic Energy surged, a destructive aura sweeping across heaven and earth.

"Ah..."

Many of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders clutched their ears, blood seeping from between their fingers; their eyes also bled, their Essence Qi and blood churning from the shock.

"Crack!"

Lang Tianmang’s bronze-colored fist twisted in a bizarre way, forcibly smashed and broken by Ye Fan.

"Swoosh!"

Lang Tianmang rapidly retreated while circulating a secret technique; the arm Ye Fan had shattered recovered in an instant, yet there was an added hint of solemnity in his gaze toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan did not pursue, instead standing where he was. Even that terrifying aura of Destruction could do nothing to him; within his body, the auras of life and death formed a subtle balance.

Death Energy was one of his trump cards. Unless it was absolute desperation, he would never lightly use it. Once he used it, he had to kill every single person present.

However, this was the Purgatory Trial Ground after all. Who knew whether people outside were watching what happened inside? The fact that he possessed Death Aura absolutely could not be exposed.

"Hoo~"

Lang Tianmang, the leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, stood upon the firmament like a god or a demon, staring at Ye Fan for a long time before letting out a long breath, then launched an even more terrifying offensive.

All kinds of Divine Light danced through the air—each was a Miao Technique. Any one of them unleashed would move heaven and earth and make ghosts weep. If not for the Ancient Array’s Sealing within the Trial Arena, the world would surely have exploded open.

"Boom!"

All the towering mountains within a thousand li were uprooted like toys, crashing into even vaster mountain depths; some of them directly exploded in midair.

With every casual move, Lang Tianmang exuded a kind of primordial, wild power, like a Wild Man who had walked out from a Barbaric World. Behind him manifested a gigantic azure wolf—that was his Holy Embryo.

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