Chapter 160 The Mad Ye Fan

Ye Fan's fifth blade strike was unleashed, its power surpassing the sum of the previous four.

The moment the blade shot forth, it seemed capable of piercing the starry river; its edge flowed with the primordial Chaos aura of creation.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, Yin and Yang were thrown into Chaos. The living glimpsed a world of withered bones, while wandering souls witnessed the blossoming of flowers on the other shore. The entire world seemed to revert to Chaos!

Even someone as powerful as Murong Longcheng felt a tremor of fear, his expression changing for the first time.

"Not good!"

Before the blade even arrived, the defensive barrier shattered.

Murong Longcheng wanted to block it, but it was already too late. He could only grit his teeth and brace himself to receive Ye Fan's strike.

"Break for this old man!"

The pitch-black blade light descended, and the magical robes covering Murong Longcheng's body exploded with a thunderous roar!

Although he had successfully blocked the blow, the terrifying force corroded every inch of Murong Longcheng's skin, causing the blood within his body to boil as if on fire, and his Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits trembled.

"How is this possible?! This brat actually breached my defense?!"

Murong Longcheng's pupils shook as if from an earthquake. No matter what, he couldn't believe what had happened. Yet, an even more unbelievable scene was yet to come.

Seeing that Murong Longcheng had withstood his attack, Ye Fan actually committed an even more insane act.

"Burning the inner elixir!"

Ye Fan did not hesitate to burn his inner elixir, sacrificing his future path of Cultivation to exchange for a multiple-fold increase in his own power.

Seeing this from afar, Su Ningxue felt as if a knife were twisting in her heart. Tears silently fell, and all the long-held grievances and heartache she had endured vanished in that moment.

Ye Fan's power suddenly surged several times over. Caught off guard, Murong Longcheng was struck.

With that single blade strike, heaven and earth seemed to invert. The thousand-zhang-high Tongtian Peak was actually cleaved in two!

The ground beneath everyone's feet crumbled with a deafening roar, forcing them to hastily take flight to avoid the aftershocks.

A spiritual explosion that blotted out the sky shot straight into the heavens. Even towns dozens of miles away could see this exaggerated phenomenon. For a time, everyone was on edge, unaware of what was happening within the Joyous Union Sect.

When the dust finally settled, everyone's pupils trembled as if from an earthquake, completely unable to believe what had transpired.

"Old Ancestor!"

Murong Chuan's eyes were bloodshot, a mixture of rage and terror intertwining, making his words stumble.

The other members of the Murong Family were even more terrified, trembling like sieves, their faces drained of all color.

Everyone saw Murong Longcheng half-kneeling on the ground. His left arm was missing from the elbow down, and a deep, bone-visible wound ran from his chest downwards, faintly revealing the internal organs within.

This horrifying sight made the onlookers' scalps prickle with terror, completely unable to believe their eyes.

"Ye Fan... he... severed one of Murong Longcheng's arms?!" everyone thought in panic.

Ye Fan's strike had nearly exhausted him completely. The spiritual power around his body scattered, and his Cultivation base teetered on the brink of falling back to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If Murong Wan and You Tan hadn't been quick-eyed and swift-handed to support him, Ye Fan would have long since collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Not dead yet. This old dog's life is truly tenacious."

Ye Fan cursed inwardly and hurriedly swallowed several of his best healing elixirs. However, Murong Longcheng obviously would not give him a chance to recover.

Looking at his severed hand still twitching slightly, Murong Longcheng's worldview was utterly shattered. Coming back to his senses, he was filled with extreme fury, his eyes bloodshot like a rampaging primordial beast.

For over two hundred years since his Breakthrough to the Golden Core Realm, Murong Longcheng had never been injured. He had reigned supreme as an Ancestor, enjoying immense prestige, and held considerable fame in the border regions of the Central Continent.

Yet today, he had actually had an arm severed by a mere Core Formation Realm Junior. This was something Murong Longcheng had never anticipated.

Although he had ways to reattach the severed limb, this humiliation could never be washed away.

"Brat, I want you dead!"

Murong Longcheng screamed maniacally. The Spiritual Pressure erupting from his body shook heaven and earth. The many Core Formation Realm Cultivators present felt their Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits tremble, their hearts filled with unparalleled fear.

"We're finished!"

Murong Longcheng attacked in a furious rage. With a wave of his hand, ten thousand swords shot forth, enveloping the entire Tongtian Peak. He actually intended to slaughter every Joyous Union Sect Cultivator present!

"Go to hell!"

A sky-blotting rain of swords roared towards them. But just as Ye Fan prepared for a final desperate struggle, an unexpected scene unfolded.

"Although my Joyous Union Sect is but a small sect in the Southwest, it is not a place for others to run wild!"

A cold snort came from the direction of the back mountain. A figure seemed to step out from the Void Realm, raising a hand to block the overwhelming rain of swords!

When the Joyous Union Sect members saw the newcomer clearly, they were overcome with joy, tears falling as they knelt one after another to pay their respects.

"We pay our respects to the Old Ancestor!"

"We pay our respects to the Old Ancestor!"

"We pay our respects to the Old Ancestor!"

"We pay our respects to the Old Ancestor!"

...

Looking at the white-robed elder standing in the Void Realm, Ye Fan felt somewhat dazed for a moment.

This was his first time seeing this legendary Old Ancestor. The other had the appearance of a childlike face with crane-white hair, a long beard flowing down his chest. He looked no different from an Immortal.

"So this is the Joyous Union Sect's Old Ancestor, Mo Wentian," Ye Fan thought to himself.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Mo Wentian, Murong Longcheng's expression instantly darkened to the extreme.

Before coming, he had known that the Joyous Union Sect had a Golden Core Realm Ancestor overseeing it. However, legend had it that the other was already at the end of his Lifespan, his Cultivation greatly diminished, so Murong Longcheng hadn't paid it much mind.

But now, it seemed this rumor was almost certainly false. This Joyous Union Sect Ancestor appeared far more robust than Murong Longcheng; by the looks of it, he could probably outlive him by a hundred years.

The expressions of the Murong Family members turned even more unsightly. With the Joyous Union Sect Ancestor appearing, they likely wouldn't gain any advantage from today's affair.

"Well done, Mo Wentian. Your Joyous Union Sect has hidden its depths quite well," Murong Longcheng said through gritted teeth.

Mo Wentian wore an expression of utter calm and composure, as if he didn't regard Murong Longcheng's threat in the slightest.

"Murong Longcheng, you come to my Joyous Union Sect to slaughter freely. Did you truly think I was dead?" Mo Wentian said lightly.

"Hmph! Your Joyous Union Sect Junior was disrespectful first. Even if I killed him, it would be justified!"

Murong Longcheng wanted to argue sophistically, but the moment the words left his mouth, even he regretted them. Mo Wentian couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Murong Longcheng, you've wasted your few hundred years of life. You ambushed a Junior first. Ye Fan injuring you to protect his Dao Companion is only right and proper. What disrespect is there in that?!"

"Moreover, for a dignified Golden Core Realm Great Cultivator like you to be wounded by a mere Core Formation Realm Junior... I doubt anyone would believe it if word got out."

"Could this be some self-inflicted 'bitter flesh' scheme of yours, an attempt to extort my Joyous Union Sect?"

Mo Wentian was clearly an old master of sarcasm. His words struck right at Murong Longcheng's vitals, nearly choking him to death on the spot, almost making him spit blood from anger.

Matters having reached this point, Murong Longcheng couldn't be bothered with further talk. Today, he absolutely had to recover his face; otherwise, how could he continue to establish himself in the Central Continent?

"Fine, fine, fine! Enough talk! This old man will see today what reliance your Joyous Union Sect actually has, to dare insult my Murong Family so!"

"Heh. When reason fails, you resort to force. Then my Joyous Union Sect shall also experience the prowess of your Murong Family's techniques."

The two Golden Core Realm Great Cultivators stood facing each other across the Void Realm. The collision of their terrifying auras spread throughout the Joyous Union Sect. Countless Cultivators felt their scalps go numb, not daring to imagine the outcome of this battle.