Chapter 139 Divine Dragon Roaring to the Heavens Technique

As soon as Ye Fan spoke, everyone's expressions instantly became incredibly ugly.

"The one surnamed Ye, don't be too arrogant! Even if your combat power is truly unparalleled, it's impossible for you to defeat all of us!" Qing Cang said with a darkened face.

"Oh? Then let's give it a try."

Ye Fan's figure vanished into a flash of lightning, appearing behind Qing Cang in the blink of an eye. His speed far exceeded the limits of everyone's vision.

A golden dragon arm lunged straight for Qing Cang's head, scaring him so much that his soul almost left his body.

"Magic Treasure, come!"

Qing Cang hurriedly summoned his protective Magic Treasure, the Profound Sound Shield, attempting to block Ye Fan's attack.

But this seemingly indestructible barrier was as fragile as paper against Ye Fan's attack, shattering almost instantly into fragments of spiritual energy that splattered in all directions.

Bang!

Another dull thud rang out as Qing Cang's body flew out like an arrow from a bowstring, crashing right next to where Wei Jun had landed. The two could now be neighbors.

Time and again, Ye Fan defeated Qing Cang with a single move. These prodigies from the Central Continent felt despair for the first time.

At this point, the last of their pride was completely shattered. They could only steel themselves and attack together.

More than ten prodigies from the Central Continent attacked at once, each unleashing their ultimate moves just to defeat Ye Fan.

Sword Qi, blade glows, raging flames, profound frost, wind and thunder—countless terrifying powers intertwined and surged like a tide. Their combined power even surpassed Dao Xuan's Four Symbols Dao Sword!

Seeing this, the expressions of the various Sect Heads changed for the first time. They couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Ye Fan, silently praying that he could continue to work miracles.

Facing the tide-like attacks, there wasn't a hint of fear in Ye Fan's eyes; instead, he felt a faint sense of excitement.

After fighting so many old monsters in the Core Formation Realm, Ye Fan had almost forgotten what it felt like to battle Cultivators of the same realm.

"So this is how good it feels to crush weaklings."

Ye Fan grinned and activated the Divine Dragon Roaring Heaven Art. After reaching the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment Realm, he could finally unleash a portion of this move's power.

Though it was only a tenth, it was enough to crush these so-called prodigies.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Ye Fan actually transformed into a golden divine dragon and soared into the sky. His massive body, dozens of zhang long, streaked across the heavens. The terrifying pressure even made Core Formation Realm Experts feel their scalps tingle.

"This... this is my Sect's Azure Dragon Art... but isn't this power far too great?!" Qing Mingzi thought, his mind in a state of disarray.

In the next second, the golden divine dragon crashed into the wave of spiritual energy, forcefully tearing a hole right through it!

The powerful backlash turned everyone's faces deathly pale. The golden divine dragon followed closely behind; a casual swipe of its claws carried the power to tear through space, forcing them to summon their Magic Treasures for a full-scale defense.

"Heh, if you can withstand this blow without falling, I'll let you leave the mountain as you please."

As Ye Fan's voice fell, the divine dragon's form gradually shrank, eventually turning into a golden dragon-man. His entire body was covered in dazzling scales, his hands and feet had become claws, and a foot-long horn grew from his head. Even a soft sigh seemed to carry the roar of dragons and tigers.

After transforming into a dragon-man, Ye Fan's aura did not weaken; instead, it surged significantly. A casual strike now carried the power of the Core Formation Realm.

"This feeling is great... Why don't you all try taking a punch from me?"

Ye Fan was like a fully drawn bow, and his right fist became an arrow that could pierce the sun and sky. Even before he struck, the prodigies felt their scalps go numb.

When Ye Fan threw his punch, the world seemed to fall into a dead silence. Even the powerful Sect Heads felt their breath hitch, secretly wondering if they could have withstood that punch themselves.

"Strike!"

The punch was simple and unadorned, but in the eyes of these prodigies, it was like the roar of a prehistoric beast. They desperately activated their Magic Treasures to block it, but to little effect.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by a series of sounds like firecrackers, more than ten Magical Artifacts and Magic Treasures exploded and shattered one after another. Even working together, they couldn't block Ye Fan's single punch.

The collision between the fist's force and the Magic Treasures triggered a spiritual explosion that swept across hundreds of meters. Even the aftershocks were enough to severely wound these prodigies.

They felt as if their internal organs had been displaced and countless Meridians had snapped. After struggling to stay upright for a few breaths, they all collapsed to the ground.

After Ye Fan's punch landed, no one could stand up again.

Although they had guessed this might be the outcome before the battle began, seeing it with their own eyes was a different matter entirely.

These prodigies who had swept through the Nine Great Sects were like clay chickens and pottery dogs before Ye Fan.

Only then did everyone realize that Ye Fan's strength might no longer be limited to the younger generation; he might already have the qualifications to face a Core Formation Realm Expert head-on.

As this thought emerged, the Sect Heads sighed with emotion, secretly lamenting that for the next hundred years, the Cultivators of the Southwest Continent would likely be looking up at Ye Fan's back.

"Ye Fan..."

Su Ningxue's beautiful eyes flickered. Along with her excitement, there was a hint of shyness, as if she were thinking of something.

After dispersing his technique, Ye Fan let out a long breath. Although the final move looked spectacular, the cost was significant, consuming nearly fifty percent of his spiritual energy.

"It's fine for showing off normally, but I should use it cautiously in life-and-death battles. If I fail to finish the opponent, things will get ugly."

It wasn't until Ye Fan told the Disciples to save the people that everyone snapped out of their shock and rushed forward to help.

Although everyone wished they were dead to vent their anger, considering the powers behind these people, they couldn't take things too far.

After consuming several Medicinal Pills, most of them regained consciousness, except for a few who were severely injured and remained unconscious.

Recalling what had just happened, they looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of shock and fear. They had originally wanted to say some harsh words, but now they didn't dare.

"I won't waste any more words. One Magic Treasure per person. Give them up, and I'll send you down the mountain. If not, I'll strip you of your clothes and throw you down. It's up to you."

As Ye Fan spoke those words nonchalantly, their faces turned green.

They wanted to curse him out, but one look at Ye Fan's sharp gaze made them swallow their words.

Killing them would cause too much trouble, but that didn't mean he couldn't humiliate them.

These fellows had been running rampant in the Southwest Continent lately, and their loose lips had already made their trial widely known.

Since it was a trial arranged by their Sects, the Central Continent side certainly wouldn't interfere—at least, not over something like this.

If these guys actually had the nerve to go back and broadcast what happened, they would only be embarrassing themselves.

"One Magic Treasure per person. Don't make me say it twice."

As Ye Fan spoke, his gaze swept over several female Cultivators, scaring them so much they turned pale and hurriedly took out Magic Treasures to "ransom" themselves.

"Heh, that's more like it. Go on."

As if granted a grand amnesty, several of them fled the Joyous Union Sect as fast as they could.

Seeing this, the rest could only grit their teeth and bow their heads, taking out Magic Treasures to pay their ransom.

Ye Fan only wanted Magic Treasures regardless of quality, so most people handed over low-grade magic treasures.

However, a few unlucky ones only had Medium Grade Magic Treasures at the lowest. While they were hesitating, Ye Fan snatched them away.

"Hand it over."

"B-but... these are Medium Grade Magic Treasures... it's a loss!" several of them said, summoning their courage.

"First time strangers, second time acquaintances. If you come back to make trouble next time, I just won't take your Magic Treasures."

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