Best Young Master

Under the sunset, Ye Fan’s figure was like a golden body War God, basking in the last rays of the sunset as he walked towards Chi Yue Ridge.

"Ye Fan is here!"

At this moment, the camp of the Human cultivators erupted in cheers!

Ye Fan has arrived, not disappointing everyone’s expectations!

A peculiar emotion surged in the hearts of the Human cultivators, almost making them howl at the sky to express the stirring emotions within.

Ye Fan’s figure was like a stabilizer, calming everyone’s emotions, except for those who betrayed their race, whose faces turned exceptionally hideous.

Despite being part of the Human Race, they had become slaves and henchmen of the Demon Clan, which was not a glorious thing to begin with. If Ye Fan lost, their faces would be ashamed, and if he won, they’d be even more embarrassed, stuck in the middle, they couldn’t cheer, nor could they remain silent.

In contrast to them, the Demon Clan cultivators were much more straightforward. A young strong Demon Clan member coldly said, "Even if he came, so what? He’s completely sending himself to his death; he can’t possibly be a match for the Heavenly Prince."

"Heh, a mere Early Lord Level ant dared to come; I really wonder who gave him the courage to be here!" An elder strong member of the Sky Demon Clan sharply detected the Early Lord Level aura emanating from Ye Fan and sneered.

"An Early Lord Realm ant actually dared to contend with the Heavenly Prince, does he have the courage of a Great Emperor?"

"Such an ant doesn’t require the Heavenly Prince to personally make a move; I can easily crush him under my palm!"

Upon learning that Ye Fan was only at the Early Lord Realm, many young Demon Clan cultivators laughed.

In their eyes, in the same realm, the Human Race was never a match for the Demon Clan, let alone Ye Fan, who was two Xiao realms away from the Heavenly Prince.

"He really shouldn’t have come; if he had hidden like a turtle, maybe the Heavenly Prince would show mercy and spare him, but he rushed here to die!"

The Demon Clan was relaxed, all convinced that Ye Fan was definitely not a match for the Heavenly Prince, and as soon as a fight began, he’d be instantly killed.

"I really overestimated him; just an Early Lord Realm ant, not worthy for me to make a move!" The Heavenly Prince sneered, completely disregarding Ye Fan.

"The Heavenly Prince speaks rightly; killing such an ant would only dirty your hands. Why not let us be the ones to kill him!" Other young strong members of the Sky Demon Clan eagerly said.

Ye Fan is the hero and monument in the hearts of the young generation of the Human Race; being able to personally slay him is an ultimate honor for them!

"Don’t be complacent; during the last great contest, Hero Ye was also at the Early Lord Realm and could still slay your Demon Clan’s Three Star Great Demon. So what if it’s the Heavenly Prince? He’s also at the Three Star Great Demon realm, right? Hero Ye will definitely crush him under his palm!" A young Human cultivator retorted.

"Dream on, keep dreaming; you think my Heavenly Prince is like your Human Race’s incompetent Emperor’s sons? Ridiculous!" The Demon Clan cultivators laughed, dismissing the Human cultivators’ words with disdain.

Many cultivators were riled up, even the Ancient Emperor Family’s expressions turned sour; the Demon Clan’s words had implicated their family as well.

Compared to these young cultivators, the expressions of the Old Bastard and other elder strong members became serious.

They didn’t expect that in this month, Ye Fan had not managed to breakthrough to the Mid-Stage of Lord Realm.

In this case, Ye Fan’s chances of winning were slim, almost negligible.

This battle not only worries the Human Race’s prospects but also Ye Fan’s life!

If Ye Fan is defeated and killed, it will not only be a significant loss for the Human Race but also a heavy blow to the young generation of the Human Race.

While everyone was anxious and the Demon Clan proud, Ye Fan drew closer, as the last ray of light faded into the deep blue sky.

"Ye Zi..."

Hu Fei and Shi Ye approached but didn’t ask anything.

For them, Ye Fan’s arrival was the best answer. No matter what he encountered before, he still managed to arrive at the battlefield at the last moment.

"Ye Zi, keep it up!"

"Ye Fan brother, it’s all up to you!"

Words of trust and encouragement rang in Ye Fan’s ears, making him feel the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.

This battle involves not only his life but also the fate and dignity of the entire Human Race. He must give his all and make no mistakes.

"Ye Zi, avenge Brother Wenren Jing; he was killed by this **** Heavenly Prince in the guise of a challenge!"

Hu Fei had tears in his eyes, Wenren Jing was his buddy since childhood, a true brother, but he was killed by the Heavenly Prince of the Demon Clan.

However, he was also worried; Ye Fan was only at the Early Lord Realm. Though strength can’t always be measured by realm, the gap is too large for one to reverse and defeat the Immortal.

Especially since the Heavenly Prince possesses the bloodline of the Sky Demon Emperor, stronger in both secret techniques and Divine Power Martial Techniques than Ye Fan, and can also fight against higher realms, his potential was no less than Ye Fan.

"Sister Yaling..."

Ye Fan came to Yaling, softly calling out, causing Yaling to tremble, tears rolling down like broken strings of pearls.

"Just earlier, a Demon Clan member said you wouldn’t dare to come; I bet my life that you would surely come."

Yaling gazed at Ye Fan affectionately, speaking one word at a time: "Now that you’re here, they say you’ll inevitably lose, but I believe that you will be the one walking away alive in the end!"

"Sister Yaling..."

Her words seemed casual but held deep love, making Ye Fan’s sealed heart tremble!

He felt a love and emotion beyond life and death!

This feeling was no less than what Su Liuli, who had died for him, felt!

If emotions could be weighed, perhaps they weighed the same!

At this moment, Ye Fan’s tightly sealed heart opened slightly, his fortified emotional barriers crushed - Yaling’s tearful smile was deeply etched into his heart.

He knew he would never forget this moment in his life.

Simultaneously, a knot in his heart seemed to loosen.

Almost instinctively, he cradled Yaling’s exquisite face like a work of art, softly asking, "Who was the person?"

"It’s no longer important, what’s important is that you’re here!"

Feeling the warmth on Ye Fan’s palm, Yaling cried while smiling.

"No, I must know who dares to have designs on my woman!"

Ye Fan said resolutely.

"My woman!"

The words were not loud, yet they made Yaling tremble, as if struck by lightning!

At that moment, she could barely believe her ears.

She looked at Ye Fan stunned, as if asking—did he say, I’m his woman?!

"Ye Zi, it’s that guy!"

Hu Fei’s voice replied to Yaling, directing his gaze towards the Demon Clan youth who had bet his life with Yaling earlier.

"A bet’s a bet; come and face death!"

Ye Fan let go of Yaling, his gaze swept towards the Demon Clan member like a knife.

"Do you have the ability?"

The young Demon Clan king flared up in anger, stepping forward, a flash of light in hand revealing a great blade, slicing down towards Ye Fan’s head.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan was unfazed, catching the blade with his bare hand, and then slapped forward.

"Bang—"

"Poof!"

After the thud, blood spewed wildly!

The young Demon Clan king’s body exploded with Ye Fan’s slap!

"Heavenly Prince, save me!"

The young Demon Clan king’s Divine Soul screamed, rushing towards the Heavenly Prince.

"Trying to escape?"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, golden hand sprawling like the sky, grabbing hold of his Divine Soul, and with a gentle squeeze, the Demon Clan king’s Divine Soul dissipated completely.

"How dare you kill my Demon Clan person right in front of me?"

The Heavenly Prince’s face turned dark, feeling embarrassed for failing to save his clansman from Ye Fan’s hand.

"A bet’s a bet; I’m just collecting the debt for my woman; you’re next!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"You’re asking for death!"

The Demon Prince flared up in rage, his aura exploding, slashing a hand towards Ye Fan, the palm sharp like a Heavenly Blade, severing the void and time.

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