Chapter 161 Holy Spirit Sword Technique

No one expected this disturbance to ultimately lead to a duel between two Golden Core Realm Great Cultivators.

Even Qing Mingzi felt his breathing quicken. He vaguely remembered the Old Ancestor's last move was during the war against the Heavenly Demon Palace a century ago.

After such a long time, he had almost forgotten that their side even had a Golden Core Ancestors guarding them.

After a brief standoff, both men attacked almost simultaneously. A ferocious Spiritual Pressure swept across the firmament; even the residual shockwaves were more than the crowd could bear.

Murong Wan and You Tan quickly pulled Ye Fan toward a safe zone, and Su Ningxue finally managed to catch her breath.

She opened her mouth wanting to say something, but seeing Ye Fan's wretched state, she swallowed the words back. Her beautiful eyes were filled with heartache.

Murong Wan didn't feel anything strange about it, only thinking it was a deep bond between master and disciple.

But You Tan, watching from the side, her eyes were like a clear mirror. Her beautiful eyes darted around as she pondered something unknown.

The battle scene between Golden Core Realm Great Cultivators was incredibly spectacular, with a storm of spiritual energy enveloping the sky. Even Core Formation Realm Cultivators had no right to interfere.

Yet, Ye Fan's eyes were fixed tightly on the battle, seeming to be brewing some terrifying idea.

Su Ningxue sensed it immediately and hurriedly told Ye Fan not to act recklessly, urging him to leave everything to the Old Ancestor.

"Your burning of the inner elixir has already disrupted your Dao foundation. If you receive timely treatment, there is still hope for recovery, but if you continue to act rashly, it will truly become irreparable," Su Ningxue said anxiously.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan shook his head, stating directly that burning the inner elixir had no effect on him whatsoever.

Although Ye Fan had acted in a fit of rage just now, he had actually thought everything through in an instant.

Burning the inner elixir meant severing one's Dao foundation for ordinary Cultivators, but for Ye Fan, it was nothing.

This was because he fundamentally could not Cultivate actively; his entire Realm depended on his Dao Companion's returns.

Let alone burning his inner elixir, even if his Realm dropped or he dispersed his cultivation to start over, he could still recover his Core Formation Realm cultivation.

Although she didn't understand why Ye Fan claimed it had no effect on him, thinking of all his miraculous aspects, Su Ningxue quickly let it go. However, she still disagreed with Ye Fan interfering.

This was a battle between Golden Core Realms; Core Formation Realm Cultivators had absolutely no qualification to intervene, and Ye Fan was no exception.

The fact that he managed to sever Murong Longcheng's arm earlier was likely due to the latter being careless.

If Ye Fan dared to interfere again, he would probably be killed instantly.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Ye Fan's words seemed to carry an irresistible force, and Su Ningxue found herself unable to refute. It was then she noticed a trace of madness in Ye Fan's eyes.

The Murong Family had attacked time and again, even causing Su Ningxue to be injured.

If they weren't severely retaliated against to make them remember this lesson, they would surely return in the future.

Ye Fan stared fixedly at the battle unfolding in the sky. While the two seemed evenly matched, the scales of victory were slowly tipping toward Mo Wentian.

Although Murong Longcheng's cultivation was slightly superior to Mo Wentian's, he had been injured by Ye Fan and even lost an arm.

In contrast, Mo Wentian had the advantage of conserving energy and occupied the favorable terrain of the Joyous Union Sect; from the start, he was in an invincible position.

"What about it, Murong Longcheng? If you descend the mountain now, I will let you leave, how about it?"

Mo Wentian spoke calmly, but Murong Longcheng's face turned ashen with anger. With things having come to this pass, how could he possibly bow his head in defeat?

"Mo Wentian, don't think you've won for certain! It's still unknown whose hands the deer will fall into!"

"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Then let's see who can laugh last."

The two had completely dropped all pretense and unleashed their killing moves, preparing to decide the victor.

But just as the two were locked in an intense fight, Ye Fan's figure silently appeared behind Murong Longcheng.

Everything happened too suddenly; no one noticed him before Ye Fan materialized.

This was a battle between Golden Core Realms; even the residual energy could turn Core Formation Realm Cultivators into dust.

Everyone had assumed beforehand that no one would interfere, so naturally, no one paid attention to Ye Fan.

When Murong Longcheng noticed Ye Fan, his first reaction was not tension, but fury.

Murong Longcheng's injury and severed arm were mostly due to carelessness. If he could do it over, Ye Fan would be dead even with ten lives.

But he was attempting the same trick again, which was undoubtedly a profound humiliation for Murong Longcheng.

"Brat, you're courting death!"

Murong Longcheng was burning with rage and wanted to strike Ye Fan dead, which terrified Mo Wentian standing nearby.

He also hadn't expected Ye Fan to suddenly appear at this moment, but it was too late to say anything now. He could only focus all his strength on restraining Murong Longcheng and preventing him from attacking, while simultaneously urging Ye Fan to leave quickly.

"I appreciate the Old Ancestor's good intentions, but I am here to kill him this time!"

As Ye Fan's words fell, he struck ferociously, directly unleashing the strongest move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique: Sword Twenty-Three. Instantly, the heavens and earth changed color, and time and space seemed to freeze!

To outsiders, Ye Fan hadn't visibly moved, yet the sword in his hand was already unsheathed.

Murong Longcheng subconsciously tried to defend, but most of his strength was used to deal with Mo Wentian. If he relaxed, the consequence would be more than just injury.

While Murong Longcheng hesitated, the air around him suddenly became viscous like glue, and his entire body felt as if it were filled with molten lead, as if a great mountain pressed down on him, rendering him unable to move. He could only watch as Ye Fan's sword pierced toward him.

Sword Twenty-Three caused the Void Realm to stagnate. The area for several miles seemed to become Ye Fan's Domain. The powerful Sword Intent shot straight into the sky, and Murong Longcheng felt a chill emanating from the depths of his heart.

He frantically circulated his power, trying to turn around and block the sword strike, but his body was incredibly heavy. Finally, at the last moment, he managed to extend his hand, but Ye Fan's strike passed right through his body!

"Wh-what?!"

Murong Longcheng couldn't believe what he was seeing. A heart-wrenching pain erupted from within his Golden Core. His stored Primordial Spirit had been shattered by Ye Fan's sword!

"A Primordial Spirit Sword! He actually understands the Primordial Spirit Sword?!"

Mo Wentian's eyes widened in disbelief at what he witnessed.

It turned out Ye Fan's strike was not physical, but had reached the Primordial Spirit Domain, something only accessible to Golden Core Realm Great Cultivators.

As the saying goes: the sword cuts the Physical Body, the heart cuts the Primordial Spirit. Ye Fan's strike ignored the robust Physical Body of the Golden Core Realm Cultivator and shattered Murong Longcheng's most vulnerable Primordial Spirit.

This strike not only completely cut off his possibility of advancing further but also caused his cultivation to instantly plummet to the Core Formation Realm!

Feeling his power rapidly draining away, Murong Longcheng went mad. In a desperate bid for survival, he self-detonated the Golden Core that was on the verge of shattering!

"You little beast! I want you dead!"

Murong Longcheng spat out his Golden Core and lunged toward Ye Fan. Mo Wentian's face changed drastically upon seeing this and he quickly shielded Ye Fan.

Following a world-shaking roar, the sky erupted as if a nuclear bomb had detonated. A terrifying spiritual explosion obscured the sun and sky, making it impossible for the crowd to see any sunlight.

Although self-detonating a Golden Core was not as exaggerated as a Nascent Soul self-detonation, its power far exceeded everyone's imagination.

If Qing Mingzi hadn't been quick enough to activate the sect-protecting grand formation, no one on Tongtian Peak would have survived.