The true king is doomed to be lonely when he reaches the top, standing on the top of the clouds. All the monks of his generation are trampled under his feet, and they can only keep up with him.
However, not every era will give birth to such a peerless king!
A figure like this can not only be produced in batches by relying on natural resources, magical elixirs, and mysterious techniques. It requires great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunities to have such a possibility!
Over the past thousands of years, there have been very few such figures, but each of them has left a bright chapter in history, either as a holy lord or as the founder of a dynasty, and is respected and worshiped by future generations.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone present, Ye Fan is such a peerless king!
Previously, when he was in Huolingxing, Ye Fan had rejected the olive branch offered by Saint Mu Qingxuan and declared that he would join a first-class force.
At that time, everyone ridiculed him and laughed at him, thinking that it was absolutely impossible for him to do it.
Not to mention the monks from the lower planes, even the supreme genius from the higher planes would find it difficult to join the Yunhai Immortal Sect or the Great Xia Dynasty.
But now, Ye Fan used his cultivation at the Golden Core stage to cut off the head of a strong man at the seventh level of transformation into a god.
Such a feat is enough to cause an uproar in the entire world of immortality.
Looking at the entire Tianshu Star, there are not many young monks who can compare with him!
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, a beam of light suddenly erupted from the Fifth Elder's Niwan Palace.
Immediately, a small Yuanshen figure flew out, about one foot in size, with a shining body, and looked exactly the same as the fifth elder.
This is exactly the soul of the fifth elder!
When cultivating to the second-transformation soul realm, a monk can condense his spiritual consciousness into a physical entity.
This kind of soul is hundreds of times more powerful than the soul of monks on earth. A single thought can control the wind and rain.
Ye Fan's sword was unparalleled and unstoppable, and it certainly cut off the head of the fifth elder.
But this was only a purely physical attack and did not contain a spiritual attack, so the Fifth Elder escaped by chance.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the spirit of the fifth elder floated towards the direction of the disciples of Xuantian Palace. The speed was so fast that they did not dare to stop for a second.
Immediately, a disciple came up to her and took out many miraculous elixirs to warm her soul.
Her body has been damaged and cannot be used anymore. If the soul is destroyed, it will really mean that the Tao disappears and the body dies, and she perishes here.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan did not chase after him to finish the attack, because at this moment, he was already at the end of his strength.
Mr. Wei said that after borrowing strength, he would fall into a period of weakness.
But now, that majestic strength quickly dissipated like an ebbing tide, and was replaced by unprecedented weakness. It seemed as if a ten-thousand-foot mountain was weighing down on his body, and he couldn't even lift his arms.
The serious injuries caused by being crushed by the Zhentian Seal also broke out, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow welled up in my heart.
If it had been another person, he would have been unable to help but cry out and even fainted from the pain.
Ye Fan remained calm on the surface, even though he was suffering unimaginable pain, he still did not reveal any flaws or clues.
He stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes like lightning, scanning the whole place, unnoticeably revealing the aura of dominating the world.
Many Xuantian Palace disciples did not dare to look at him and all lowered their heads.
…
Suddenly, after the spirit of the fifth elder was warmed up, he turned around and looked at Ye Fan, his eyes full of hatred, as if the flame of revenge was burning in it, trying to burn the entire world.
"Kill this kid! Come together and kill him for me!"
The fifth elder roared at the top of his lungs, wishing to cut Ye Fan into pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.
An ancient sect like Xuantian Palace pays attention to inheritance and etiquette. Even if everyone in the hall is not the fifth elder's direct disciple, they must respect her and obey her orders.
However, at this moment, the dozens of Xuantian Palace disciples were still standing in place, not daring to move.
Seeing this scene, the fifth elder was extremely angry and screamed at the top of his lungs again: "Are you all deaf? How dare you disobey this elder's order? Why don't you do it quickly? Otherwise, I will be in trouble when I return to the sect.
The earth will punish you!"
After hearing this, several disciples were ready to take action, as if they wanted to take action.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Ye Fan stepped forward and raised the Divine Burial Sword.
Under the sunlight, the blade was sharp, and drops of blood slid down, splattering red lotuses on the ground.
"Whoever dares to move, I will kill!"
Ye Fan's voice was low and hoarse, containing unparalleled domineering and killing intent.
This is an unabashed threat!
A simple sentence contains incredible magic.
One person and one sword stand across the front, killing gods and immortals, who can compete with them?
In an instant, all the disciples of Xuantian Palace seemed to have been immobilized, standing there dumbly, unable to move at all.
Even though Ye Fan was bruised, bruised, and covered in blood, he might not even be able to make a single blow!
However, they don’t dare to bet...really don’t dare to bet!
If Ye Fan still has some strength left, can still wield a sword, and can still fight, all the disciples of Xuantian Palace in that scene may be covered in blood and die on the spot.
Even the fifth elders of the Seventh Transformation God Transformation are no match for Ye Fan, so what can they do to resist?
Even though they had an absolute numerical advantage, they remained silent when facing Ye Fan.
Suddenly, Saint Mu Qingxuan walked out of the crowd, with a complicated expression on her beautiful face.
Although she admired Ye Fan before, she never thought that Ye Fan could achieve such an achievement, and even leave her far behind.
"Mr. Ye, there is no deep hatred between us. If we continue to fight, it will be bad for both sides. It is better to turn the conflict into friendship. I guarantee with my reputation that the fifth elder will never retaliate against you afterwards, and you will also win the friendship of Xuantian Palace!"
Mu Qingxuan suggested.
Ye Fan pondered for a moment and said: "Saint, I believe in you! However, I still have a few conditions!"
"Please tell me!" Mu Qingxuan said.
"First, I want that damn old woman to apologize to me!" Ye Fan said proudly.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
"You brat, don't push yourself too far!" The fifth elder roared with his eyes about to burst.
"If she doesn't agree, there's no need to talk about it!"
Ye Fan said coldly, and then took a step forward with the God Burial Sword in his hand, his attitude was extremely tough, as if he was about to start a killing spree at the next moment.
Seeing his actions, many Xuantian Palace disciples took several steps back. Their whole bodies tensed up, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and large beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
Mu Qingxuan turned around, looked at the soul of the fifth elder and said: "Fifth elder, this is the best choice now. Please consider the overall situation! Endure the calm for a while and take a step back to open up the world!"
Hearing this, everyone in the venue felt a little ironic.
Because not long ago, Mu Qingxuan used these words to persuade Ye Fan.
Ye Fan chose not to bear it and not retreat, just to be arrogant to the end!
Facts have proved that Ye Fan is not only arrogant, but also has the capital to be arrogant, and became the ultimate winner.
For a moment, the fifth elder's face turned blue and white, as if he had been slapped invisible, and he was angry and embarrassed at the same time.
With her status, has she ever bowed her head and apologized to anyone?
But now, even she is not sure whether Mark has the strength to fight again.
After a long time, as if experiencing a battle between heaven and man, the fifth elder still turned to look at Ye Fan and said loudly: "Hey! Boy, I was wrong, I apologize to you!"
Her tone was cold, hard, and reluctant.
"Hmph!" Ye Fan sneered: "Is this the tone of apologizing to others? Damn old woman, if you are not sincere, then forget it, I don't like forcing people!"
"you!!!"
The fifth elder was so angry that his soul trembled, as if he had been wronged greatly.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally lowered her arrogant head and said in a humble tone: "Your Excellency is so powerful that I am no match for you. All the faults are mine!"
Ye Fan saw this and nodded with satisfaction.
In this case, he could not kill the fifth elder, and he could only make her surrender and bow her head, which was already the limit.
"Master Ye, do you have any other conditions?" Mu Qingxuan asked again.
Ye Fan turned around and looked at He Ming, He Gang and others, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said word by word:
"The He family is a group of people who are full of evil. They secretly attack and hire killers to put the Qiao family to death! Those who kill will always be killed. No one of them can be left alive!"