14: Calling the quasi-emperor by his name, the extremely domineering emperor's son.

Seeing his beloved being suppressed, Ye Fan was burning with anxiety, his emotions reaching their peak.

He immediately let out an angry roar: "Let go of Ling'er!"

Before his words even finished, Ye Fan's aura suddenly became exceptionally violent.

A powerful True Immortal Realm force continuously gathered into his right arm at this moment.

Once cultivators step into the True Immortal Realm, they possess extraordinary power and vitality.

As long as they are not annihilated in one blow, even if severely injured,

they can still reform their bodies and come back to life with just a trace of remaining vital energy.

At this moment, Ye Fan had only lost one arm.

For him, this was merely a problem that could be solved by enduring a little pain and consuming some immortal power.

He only needed to wait a moment, and he could regenerate a new right arm.

Xuan Tianchen looked at Ye Fan's actions with a disdainful expression.

Then he mocked, "He truly is a naive and ignorant child!"

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to Xuan Tianchen's ridicule; he focused all his efforts on recovering from his injury and regenerating his new right arm.

However, a moment later, his pupils suddenly constricted sharply, and endless shock surged in his heart.

"How is this possible?" Ye Fan muttered to himself, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

Ye Fan could sense that when his immortal power gathered in his right arm,

a power filled with an aura of annihilation devoured it completely, like a greedy beast.

And the vibrant vitality that had just bloomed in his right arm instantly vanished, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Seeing this, Ye Fan no longer focused on his right arm.

He wielded his crimson flame spear with one hand, leaped towards Xuan Tianchen's location, and loudly declared, "Nine Styles of Soaring Heaven!"

In an instant, an extremely sharp spear technique swept forth, striking with the might of thunder!

Ye Fan's Nine Styles of Soaring Heaven were unpredictable and mysterious, arriving in the blink of an eye.

The spear tip gleamed with a cold light, as if it would shatter everything in its path.

However, Xuan Tianchen looked at this scene without the slightest change in his expression, remaining perfectly calm.

He placed his left hand behind his back and slowly extended two fingers with his right, instantly gathering powerful Immortal Lord Realm power at his fingertips.

The light at his fingertips was like a brilliant star, dazzling and eye-catching.

Subsequently, all of Ye Fan's killing moves were effortlessly blocked by Xuan Tianchen's two fingers.

No matter from which direction Ye Fan attacked, Xuan Tianchen could always anticipate him a step ahead.

Ye Fan was astonished, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Yet, his offensive did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it became even more fierce and aggressive.

Xuan Tianchen, however, remained composed, no emotion discernible in his profound eyes.

It was as if all of Ye Fan's attacks were mere child's play in his eyes.

Each collision between the two fingers and the spear tip erupted with brilliant light and powerful energy fluctuations, causing the space within the grand hall to tremble slightly.

Fortunately, all the Immortal Ye Family high-ranking officials present were powerful individuals, thus unafraid of the battle's aftershocks.

As Xuan Tianchen flicked his fingers to block, he couldn't help but smile playfully: "Slow... slow... too slow! Your spear technique is so slow, how do you expect to make a living?"

"Damn it, don't underestimate me!"

Ye Fan seemed to be thoroughly enraged by Xuan Tianchen, his killing intent growing even stronger.

"Ninth Style: Soaring Above the World!"

Ye Fan gnashed his teeth and roared, his eyes turning crimson, and his entire aura instantly surged to its peak.

He unhesitatingly poured all his immortal power into the crimson flame spear once more.

In an instant, raging flames ignited on the spear shaft, fierce and intense, as if they would burn the entire world to ashes.

At the same time, the Power of Reincarnation emanating from his body surged like a tidal wave.

The next moment, he gathered all his strength, and with a resolute stance, he swung his long spear.

Once again, like a wild dragon, he swept forth with the momentum of thunder.

At this critical moment, Xuan Tianchen unhurriedly extended two fingers.

He effortlessly clamped the tip of Ye Fan's spear, as if picking up tofu.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying energy carried by the crimson flame spear vanished without a trace.

"This Imperial Son has never had you in his eyes, so how can there be any talk of underestimating you?" Xuan Tianchen's lips curved slightly into a sneer.

"Next, it's This Imperial Son's turn, hehehe!"

Before his words finished, Xuan Tianchen's aura suddenly trembled.

An extremely violent force instantly surged from within him, immediately causing Ye Fan to cough up blood, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Ye Fan's face instantly turned ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain.

Immediately after, Xuan Tianchen's figure flickered, pursuing him like a ghost.

His speed was extreme, almost catching up to the retreating Ye Fan in the blink of an eye.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly slammed a fist into Ye Fan's chest.

With a loud "bang," Ye Fan's body, like a cannonball, was directly blasted out of the grand hall.

In his wake, rows of magnificent pavilions of the Immortal Ye Family all collapsed.

The immense impact instantly turned the sturdy buildings into ruins, stirring up waves of towering dust.

Ye Fan's body tumbled continuously through the ruins until he crashed into a massive boulder and stopped.

Xuan Tianchen's lips curved slightly, then he took a step, instantly arriving above the ruins.

As the dust settled, Ye Fan, lying in the ruins, laboriously raised his head.

When he saw Xuan Tianchen looking down from above, his heart was filled with unwillingness and rage.

And Xuan Tianchen slowly descended from above, his figure tall and domineering, like an unconquerable demon god.

He looked at Ye Fan, who was lying on the ground, with cold indifference, no trace of pity in his eyes.

"Boy, do you see clearly? This is the gap between you and This Imperial Son!"

At the same time, the Immortal Ye Family's high-ranking officials also emerged from the grand hall.

Looking at the chaotic scene before them, everyone's faces were extremely grim, especially Patriarch Ye.

After all, for tens of thousands of years, no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in his Immortal Ye Family!

"Imperial Scion, aren't you being a bit too overbearing with such actions!" Ye Nantian couldn't help but say coldly.

Xuan Tianchen heard this and couldn't help but smile indifferently: "Patriarch Ye, has This Imperial Son ever said anything negative about your Immortal Ye Family from beginning to end?

First, your Immortal Ye Family's mountain gate attendant blocked This Imperial Son, and then a mere guard inexplicably showed open disrespect to This Imperial Son.

Even This Imperial Son's fiancée, who has a marriage contract with This Imperial Son, drew a sword against This Imperial Son.

Given all this, This Imperial Son not holding your entire Immortal Ye Family accountable is already giving your Immortal Ye Family face. What else does Patriarch Ye want This Imperial Son to do?"

"This..." Ye Nantian knew he was in the wrong and was at a loss for words for a moment.

But then, Xuan Tianchen spoke coldly again: "Furthermore, even if This Imperial Son used his power to bully your Immortal Ye Family, what then? Even if This Imperial Son killed a member of your Immortal Ye Family within your territory, what then?

This Imperial Son is right here now, do you dare to make a move, Ye Nantian!"

At this moment, Xuan Tianchen actually called Ye Nantian by his full name, showing him no respect whatsoever.

As these words came out, Ye Nantian's face instantly turned extremely grim, as if it could drip water.

Since he ascended to the position of Patriarch of the Immortal Ye Family and entered the Quasi-Emperor Realm,

it had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like that.

Even powerful individuals who were also Quasi-Emperors would respectfully address him as "Fellow Daoist" upon seeing him;

or politely call him "Patriarch Ye."

Yet, the Xuan Tianchen before him, though known as a young prodigy, was ultimately just a minor character in the Immortal Lord Realm.

He dared to call him by his name in public!

This not only made Ye Nantian lose face completely, but more importantly, it was equivalent to trampling the dignity of the entire Immortal Ye Family underfoot.

If it weren't for considering the power behind the other party—the Xuan Clan—

Ye Nantian would probably have unhesitatingly extended a finger and slain Xuan Tianchen on the spot!

But facing the immensely powerful Xuan Clan, even though Ye Nantian harbored immense anger in his heart, he could only forcefully suppress it.

After all, although the Immortal Ye Family was an Immortal Family, compared to an Imperial Clan, there was still a world of difference.

As the Patriarch, Ye Nantian had to exercise even greater restraint, trying his best not to give Xuan Tianchen a reason to lash out.

After all, angering him was equivalent to angering the entire Imperial Clan.

At that time, the consequences for the Immortal Ye Family would be unimaginable.