Chapter 182 Unrivaled Sweep

Before Lü Potian even arrived, his spear did.

The tip of his spear flickered, unleashing countless spear shadows that spread across the sky like an endless tide, giving Ye Fan absolutely no chance to breathe.

Yet, Ye Fan maintained the same calm expression; he saw at a glance that Lü Potian's Move was merely superficial.

Among the myriad spear shadows, only one was real, and seeing through it was the key to breaking the Move.

"It's here."

Ye Fan had cultivated several Heaven Rank Divine Abilities, reaching a point where he could grasp related principles instantly; he could see through a Divine Ability or Cultivation Technique of this level with just one look.

Ye Fan extended his right hand and actually seized Lü Potian's real spear amidst the thousands of shadows, delivering a strike that shocked the entire audience.

Setting aside how Ye Fan saw through Lü Potian's killing Move, even though the myriad spear shadows weren't real, their destructive power could not be underestimated, let alone the fact that he had grabbed Lü Potian's true spear.

Ye Fan's right hand appeared delicate, yet it exuded a terrifying strength; Lü Potian could not retract his long spear.

Lü Potian exerted all his strength, his face turning completely red, but he still could not reclaim his spear.

"You want it? Then I'll give it back to you."

Ye Fan smiled and exerted a gentle force; the Medium Grade Magical Artifact spear actually shattered with a loud crack, instantly losing all its Spiritual Qi and turning into a pile of scrap metal!

"You!!"

This spear had long been refined by Lü Potian to the point of being fused with his life force; its destruction caused a backlash that made him vomit a large mouthful of blood.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this spear's quality to be so poor," Ye Fan said apologetically.

"This... How is this possible?!"

Although it wasn't a defensive Magical Artifact, a Magical Artifact was still a Magical Artifact, possessing a quality far beyond ordinary imagination; even a Core Formation Realm Cultivator would need some effort to completely destroy one.

But Ye Fan had broken it with his bare hands—this scene completely overturned everyone's understanding of the world.

Zhu Zhu and Wang Yuyan exchanged glances; the two women looked as if their pupils had suffered an earthquake, unable to believe what they had seen.

Such an exaggerated act, even Ji Rulie absolutely could not accomplish it.

With the Magical Artifact fused with his life force destroyed, Lü Potian's eyes turned red, and his killing intent toward Ye Fan reached its peak.

"Watch this Move!"

Despite lacking the aid of a Magical Artifact, Lü Potian's Battle Intent became even more fervent; he transformed his spiritual power into an indestructible long spear and summoned hundreds of spear shadows that rained down upon Ye Fan.

This Move was the supreme technique of the Chi Xiao Sect, its power comparable to an Earth-rank Divine Ability, but in Ye Fan's eyes, it was merely an amateurish Move.

"Wasting time."

Ye Fan snorted lightly; his golden Dragon Scale Arm shone like the sun, his figure resembling a taut, full-moon bow, and he unleashed a punch that seemed to carry the might of splitting heaven and earth.

As Ye Fan’s punch struck, the spear shadows across the sky exploded violently; the terrifying punch force surged like an angry Dragon emerging from the sea, shattering the spear shadows before fiercely slamming into Lü Potian's chest.

"You..."

A dull thud echoed; Lü Potian's multiple protective Magical Artifacts shattered, and his body was sent flying like a cannonball toward the spectator stands.

Although many Prodigies were on the stage, facing the incoming Lü Potian, none dared to intervene or rescue him; they could only watch helplessly as he slammed toward the distant wall before sliding down to the ground like a pile of mud.

"I'll say it again: all of you come up together. If you delay any longer, I might just start taking things by force."

Seeing Ye Fan's helpless expression, the assembled Prodigies seemed petrified.

Fang Wanli, Zhou Huailong, and Lü Potian—three Prodigies in a row—were defeated by Ye Fan in a single Move; now, even a fool could see something was wrong.

"This person probably has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment Realm!"

Everyone's gaze instinctively turned to Ji Rulie, only to find his expression had long since turned extremely grim.

After making three consecutive assessments, he had been repeatedly slapped in the face by Ye Fan.

In the hearts of the crowd, Ji Rulie had become synonymous with being a jinx; the whispers around him made his face turn ashen.

Below the stage, Mei Yinger shouted 'Long live!' repeatedly, while Zhu Zhu and Wang Yuyan were momentarily stunned; when they recovered, they too showed looks of adoration.

Even Mei Linger was completely silent this time, forced to admit that she had underestimated Ye Fan before.

"You are indeed strong, but if this is all you have, it's not enough for me to take back what I said earlier," Mei Linger stubbornly thought.

With the situation having reached this point, the Prodigies finally put away their underestimation; four of them stepped onto the stage almost simultaneously, causing an uproar in the venue.

"Wuxiang Monk from Lotus Temple, the direct heir of the Zhang family in Liefeng Prefecture, Zhang Yinglong, and the Daoist successor of Iron Sword Hall, Tie Zhan!"

These three were all famous Prodigies in Liefeng Prefecture, their cultivation between the seventh and eighth levels of the Foundation Establishment Realm; together, they were confident they could contend even against a Core Formation Realm Cultivator.

"Amitabha! Donor Ye, you asked us to come up together, so don't blame us for ganging up on you!" Wuxiang Monk chanted the Buddhist name.

"Of course I said it, but I suggest you bring a few more people," Ye Fan said with a hint of helplessness.

"Hmph, once you defeat us, naturally, there will be others!"

Zhang Yinglong, who had the fieriest temper, made the first Move; he rapidly formed hand seals and summoned a fire Dragon dozens of feet long that pounced toward Ye Fan.

"That is the Zhang family's secret Fire Control Art; I didn't expect Zhang Yinglong to have cultivated it to the point of transformation; The one surnamed Ye is likely in grave danger this time."

Wherever the scorching fire Dragon passed, the air boiled; even the spectators far below could feel the heat wave and retreated repeatedly, fearing being affected.

But in Ye Fan's eyes, this Move was flashy but impractical; he unleashed the Qiankun Heaven Imprisoning Hand, which descended like Mount Tai, causing the dozens of feet long fire Dragon to explode violently, instantly making Zhang Yinglong's expression extremely grim.

"Amitabha! Let this little monk try!"

Wuxiang Monk also followed the Body Refining path, but instead of purely tempering his Physical Body, he followed a path similar to the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art, using Buddhist teachings to drastically boost his physical strength.

Wuxiang Monk shouted his monastic name, and brilliant golden light shone from his entire body; he looked somewhat similar to the Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art, but the power was clearly much weaker.

Even so, his appearance as an Arhat descending to the mortal world drew loud cheers from the crowd, who seemed to already envision Ye Fan being suppressed.

Wuxiang Monk threw a punch capable of shattering a mountain peak dozens of feet high, but Ye Fan remained unmoved and took the blow head-on with his chest.

"Nothing?!" Wuxiang Monk was incredulous.

Ye Fan's Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art had long been cultivated to the Transcendent level, allowing him to use it freely, even without conscious control; it triggered automatically upon receiving an attack, and Wuxiang Monk's punch couldn't harm him in the slightest.

"Master, now it's my turn."

Ye Fan grinned and threw a punch of his own, aiming directly for Wuxiang Monk's chest.

Wuxiang Monk could not evade and could only rely on his power to meet the blow; the golden light around him surged, showing some resemblance to a Golden Body Arhat.

But as Ye Fan's seemingly soft punch landed, the golden light around Wuxiang Monk instantly dissipated; his chest violently caved in, and his figure shot back a hundred feet, his feet tearing up the stage as he went.

Finally, his body went limp, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.

Seeing this, Tie Zhan dared not hesitate and immediately used his strongest killing Move.

"Man and Sword as One!"