Best Young Master

At this moment...

Whoosh!

The last soldier suddenly burned his Holy Embryo and Divine Soul, pushing his speed to the limit, as if traversing through space, escaping a hundred zhang in a single step.

The scene before him made his heart shatter and his hair stand on end. This seemingly ordinary young man is simply a Great Demon King who kills without blinking.

At the same time, he cursed Young Master Pang Xie in his heart. Of all people to provoke, why him? Can he even be provoked?

"Do you think you can escape?"

Ye Fan’s blood surged, and his War Intent soared to the heavens. With a clear roar, his Divine Soul Resonance Heavenly Sound erupted, causing the fleeing soldier to suddenly stop, his eyes darkening.

Immediately, with a loud "bang," he exploded into a blood mist. The mountains within a hundred miles ahead crumbled into dust.

A roar shatters mountains and rivers!

Ye Fan showcased overwhelming power. It was the culmination of his journey’s trials and inspiration. After slaying Skull Venerable, he vaguely felt his strength had qualitatively improved but hadn’t had the chance to fully exert his combat power until today.

At this moment, he stood like a sun, emitting insurmountable Holy Light, more terrifying than a deity.

Thus, the three most powerful soldiers were all killed. The remaining three were terrified, their bodies convulsing, losing control of their bowels as warmth and dampness spread in their pants.

In this moment, all notions of dignity and the strongest trial became void.

"Your last words!"

Ye Fan, mighty and imposing, surrounded by purple lightning, ready at any moment to claim the lives of the three.

"We beg you, spare our lives, we know we were wrong!"

One of them pleaded with Ye Fan, near tears.

"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? It’s too late now!"

Ye Fan remained unmoved. From the moment they attacked him, any mercy in his heart vanished.

This was a brutal path of competition. Compassion and mercy need to be directed at the right targets; being merciful to enemies is cruel to oneself.

Just as Ye Fan was about to take their lives, a dense and indissoluble evil aura surged forth, and the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders arrived.

"Brother, save us!"

The three saw them as saviors, calling for help while desperately fleeing.

"Without my permission, do you think you can escape?"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, slapping forward, a massive black palm blocking out the sky, enveloping the three.

"Bang!"

Without suspense, they were like flies, directly slapped to the ground by Ye Fan’s Immortal Stele Scattering Hand, bodies cracked, vomiting blood, their lives halved.

"Arrogant brat, daring to commit murder before our Iron Blood Fifteen Riders, do you really take no account of us?"

One of the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders snorted, sending out a wave of Divine Light to envelop the three.

Instantly, the injuries of the three healed at a visible speed, and their cracked bodies gradually closed.

"Why waste words on him? This brat blocked us with his mount, deserving death. Just kill him directly!" another rider from the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders sneered.

"Old Eighth, don’t be reckless!"

The leader of the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders glared at the speaker, his expression becoming especially grave.

They recognized the three as the City Lord’s son, Young Master Pang Xie’s followers. Seeing the scene before them, it was obvious they wanted to besiege this young man, but were slain instead, leaving them in such a miserable state.

They were certainly more than three. Before entering the Trial Arena, he noticed the City Lord’s son’s followers—more than thirty—entered together. Now only these three remained, and they were hunted so miserably. This young man before them is certainly not to be trifled with.

"Brother, spare them, and we’ll forgive all grievances between us, how about that?"

The leader of the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders sincerely said to Ye Fan.

He was robust, his upper body bare, emitting a crystalline glow from his Treasure Body, exuding a wild aura, even his mount was an Early-Stage Venerable Holy Beast.

This was definitely a master, a terrifying figure of great strength, rarely matched, with a unique wild aura.

"No!"

Ye Fan resolutely refused. These people were Young Master Pang Xie’s Death Soldiers, ordered to encircle and attack him. How could he let them go?

Mercy has its limits, not meant for everyone. Sparing a sinister person is like stabbing oneself.

"You really don’t know beneficence. My big brother kindly negotiates, yet you don’t appreciate it, truly think yourself invincible?" Old Eighth from the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders spoke coldly again.

"I kill my enemies; what’s it to you? Blocking me and expecting gratitude is a grand joke!"

Ye Fan ignored him, instead looking at the leader of the Iron Blood Fifteen Riders.

They had past grievances. Bai Yan wolf and his formation blocked them for a quarter of an hour, preventing them from reaching the Human Clan’s First City’s gates earlier.

With their Iron Blood killer nature, they’re likely looking for a better excuse to act, not wanting unnecessary trouble.

Sandwiched between Ye Fan and the Iron Blood Thirteen Riders, the three were pale, bloodless, their lives hanging by a thread in the balance of the two’s whims, utterly tense.

"Do you know that they are followers of the City Lord’s son from the Human Clan’s First City? Killing them like this might not be appropriate!" The leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders spoke again.

"Of course I know, but no matter who comes, they can’t stop my determination to kill them today." Ye Fan’s voice was like metal and stone, powerful and filled with immense confidence.

"Brother, are you really unwilling to spare them?"

The leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders asked with a serious expression.

"No room for negotiation!" Ye Fan said solemnly.

"You’re really being ungrateful. My big brother has already said that as long as you spare their lives, the grievances between us can be written off. Do you really intend to make enemies of our Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders?"

Another member of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders spoke, his voice cold.

"It’s not that I want to be your enemy, but you want to be mine. I’m killing my enemies; what has it got to do with you? Yet you come to hinder me?"

Ye Fan frowned. The Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders were very powerful, and he didn’t want to clash with them at the first pass, but it seemed there was no avoiding conflict now.

"These three people, we are determined to protect. If you want to kill them, you’re making enemies of us, the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders," the Eighth of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders said coldly.

Then, he spoke to the three standing between Ye Fan and them: "Come over here. Let’s see who dares harm a single hair of yours."

The three were overjoyed and rushed to the safety behind the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, feeling fortunate for encountering them and thus saving their lives.

"Have you forgotten what I said?" Ye Fan sneered, "Whoever moves first, dies first!"

Swoosh!

As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in Ye Fan’s hand, as the blood-colored Jing Tian Divine Spear turned into a streaking light, nailing the person running at the forefront to the ground. Blood splattered, brains burst, and the divine soul was obliterated.

The remaining two were so frightened that their souls nearly left them, and they stopped abruptly, trembling all over as if in a fit.

"You..."

The Eighth of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders was furious. This was a blatant slap to the face!

He had just said that no one would dare touch a hair of the three, and immediately one was killed by Ye Fan. This slap resounded loudly!

"You’re forcing us to act! Even if the City Lord knows in the future, he surely won’t blame us." The leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders sighed, revealing his stance, as killing intent spread from him.

"Stop making excuses. Don’t you just want to kill me? Then come altogether! Whoever stops me... I will kill without mercy!" Ye Fan chuckled mockingly.

"Insolent!"

"Arrogant!"

"Ignorant of the consequences. Who do you think you are to be so disrespectful to us? You deserve to be executed!"

"Don’t compare us with those from small worlds or desolate stars. We inherit the real Ancient Star Domain, and you won’t be allowed to offend or desecrate it!"

Ye Fan’s words were like a drop of water landing in a pot of boiling oil, causing an uproar among the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, who started blaming him one after another.

"Since brother is unwilling to let go, we can only offend you. We’re merely trying to save a life, why must you be so heartless?"

At this, the leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders spoke again, with a hint of coldness.

"Hypocrites, saying so much, but aren’t you just looking for a chance to strike at me? Just do it already, why make it so complicated?"

Ye Fan’s mouth curled into a slight cold smile, scoffing disdainfully.

"You’ve forced us, so let me experience your great skills!"

The most hot-tempered of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, the Eighth, charged out directly, striking at Ye Fan with a palm, the force like a blade capable of splitting the heavens, its power awe-inspiring.

Ye Fan flicked his finger, a divine light shot into the palm strike, instantly shattering it, and the residual force didn’t diminish, hitting the Eighth on the shoulder, making his blood surge and forcing him back seven or eight steps before he steadied himself, his face turning pale and nearly vomiting blood. He looked at Ye Fan again with eyes filled with deep shock and fear.

"If you want to fight me, it’s not difficult. But before our duel, I’ll deal with them first!"

Ye Fan coldly glanced at the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, then looked at the remaining two as if they were dead.

"No..."

The two screamed in terror, filled with despair and regret, collapsing directly to the ground, defecating in terror, a stench in the air.

They were terrified to the extreme, knowing that great disaster was upon them, and there was truly nowhere to hide now, no way up to heaven or down to earth.

Being hunted like dogs, they thought they’d escape death by meeting the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders, but now it seemed they still faced inevitable death.

"Stop!"

The killing intent from the leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders blazed as he instantly expanded his domain’s power, protecting the two within his domain.

"If I want to kill them, none of you can stop me!"

Ye Fan’s icy voice rang out, and with a step, he vanished into the void, reappearing within the leader of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Rider’s domain.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan swung his golden fist, unleashing the Xuandi Fist, instantly turning the two into pulp, with their divine souls also annihilated, reduced to ashes under the thunder power surrounding Ye Fan’s golden fist.

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