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“Strongest Eight-Year-Old Divine Ancestor ... ”
Although the names Ye Fan and Ye Fan have different meanings, they sound the same, easily evoking thoughts of Ye Fan's name.
Especially since Ye Fan concealed his cultivation level with an incredibly sophisticated method, even Cao Zun's terrifying cultivation could not detect it, which raised even more suspicions.
"Same name, unknown strength, yet even with my Celestial Sovereign cultivation, I cannot discern anything. This child is not simple."
Cao Zun stood tall and imposing, his expression stern with a hint of authority. At this moment, he hid in the void, his gaze fixed on Ye Fan as he scrutinized him continuously.
Ye Fan had altered his appearance and aura using the techniques of Formless and Indistinct and Bone Forging, and even his breath had undergone a tremendous transformation, making him completely unrecognizable.
Even with Cao Zun's cultivation, it was nearly impossible to find any flaws.
"He is beside Young Master Ximen. It seems I must observe further; I cannot act rashly and alert the snake in the grass. Otherwise, given the young master's temperament..." Cao Zun shook his head slightly, harboring doubts about Ye Fan's identity in his heart.
However, without solid evidence, he refrained from taking action and remained hidden in the void.
…………
Ye Fan moved with lightning speed, effortlessly slaying Mid-Level Celestial Immortal Zeng Gui and six other Early Celestial Immortal experts in an instant.
This left Ximen Piaopiao, Wu Qiuyang, Heng Yuzhu, and even the four other Mid-Level Celestial Immortal experts who had come with Zeng Gui stunned, instinctively halting their attacks as they stood there in shock.
After a moment, Ximen Piaopiao turned her gaze to Ye Fan and couldn't help but exclaim, "What the hell!"
Although Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu did not react as dramatically as Ximen Piaopiao, their eyes also reflected deep astonishment as they looked at Ye Fan.
Earlier at the Eight Directions Inn, they had only felt that Ye Fan possessed an extraordinary aura, appearing unlike an ordinary person.
However, they were unclear about Ye Fan's true strength.
Initially, due to Ye Fan's display of wealth, their intention was to assist him.
But now it seemed...
Their help might be unnecessary!
Even without their presence, if Zeng Gui and the others pursued him, with Ye Fan's strength, he could likely escape easily.
Ye Fan, however, paid no attention to the astonishment on their faces. With a flash of movement, he drew his sword and charged directly at the two Mid-Level Celestial Immortal experts in front of Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu.
These individuals were with Zeng Gui; he couldn't let any of them escape.
Otherwise, news of Zeng Gui's death at their hands would surely reach Famous Sword City and the Wenshan Family, and then trouble would escalate significantly.
"Whoosh—!"
A long Sword Light surged from the Celestial Artifact Flying Sword in Ye Fan's hand. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, he struck down decisively.
In an instant, he killed the Mid-Level Celestial Immortal standing before Heng Yuzhu, cleaving the body in two before the sword energy shattered it completely.
After eliminating one opponent, Ye Fan showed no signs of hesitation and charged directly toward the other individual in front of Wu Qiuyang.
At this moment, only three Mid-Level Celestial Immortal warriors remained with Zeng Gui.
When they saw Ye Fan swiftly slay one of their companions, fear gripped them, and deep terror filled their eyes.
"Run!"
One of them shouted, suddenly changing direction and fleeing.
Not to mention Ximen Piaopiao, Wu Qiuyang, and Heng Yuzhu, who were at the same level as them.
Just the presence of Ye Fan alone had stripped them of the courage to fight back.
"Where do you think you're going? Snowfall Sword Technique, Second Form: Flying Snow in the Sky."
Ximen Piaopiao understood that she could not let these people escape; otherwise, it would lead to great trouble. Seeing the two in front of her suddenly turn to flee without a fight, she immediately pursued them, wielding her sword technique to strike at the two.
Heng Yuzhu and Wu Qiuyang quickly reacted as well, but before they could make a move,
Ye Fan unleashed a strike with his sword, fast as lightning and fierce as a bolt. The Mid-Level Celestial Immortal warrior in front of Wu Qiuyang had just taken a few steps forward in his attempt to escape when he suddenly froze in place.
A blood hole had already pierced through his back and emerged from his chest.
Endless sword energy erupted from the blood hole like a blinding beam of light.
Then, without losing speed, Ye Fan decisively slashed down again in mid-air, directly obliterating him.
"Pervert!"
Wu Qiuyang's face twitched, and he couldn't help but pout and mutter.
Ye Fan's figure flickered, transforming into an afterimage as he intercepted the two individuals who were dragging Ximen Piaopiao.
"Since you're here, where do you think you're going?"
Ye Fan's expression was cold as he swung his sword down, aiming directly at the two.
"Let's fight!"
Feeling the threat of death, although Ye Fan's explosive power instilled fear in them, the remaining two had no choice but to grimace and strike back with their swords against Ye Fan's descending Sword Light.
"Boom—!"
A thunderous explosion echoed as Ye Fan, ultimately still too low in cultivation and unable to unleash his full potential, was sent flying backward for dozens of meters by the force of the clash.
Of course, the two mid-level Mystic Immortal Realm experts were not unscathed either; they were also knocked back by Ye Fan's sword strike, their hands trembling and their palms numb.
"Watch my Snowfall Sword Technique!"
Ximen Piaopiao's sword edge was sharp as she charged forward again. With a thrust, she aimed directly at the two, her speed not matching Ye Fan's but still fast as lightning, leaving deep wounds on each of their shoulders.
If they hadn't hurriedly dodged, it was likely that what Ximen Piaopiao would have pierced was not just their shoulders but their throats as well.
"To think I could evade Ximen Piaopiao's own Snowfall Sword Technique..." Ximen Piaopiao's figure spun in the void like a whirlwind, adjusting the sword's angle as he declared, "Then receive my sword, Snow Dance of Heaven and Earth."
As his voice fell, a chilling Gale seemed to whip up around him, forming a vortex that propelled his body forward at incredible speed.
The sword's edge shimmered, and the sudden gust of wind caused the remaining two mid-stage Mystic Immortal Realm experts to squint their eyes, struggling to keep them open.
At that moment, Ximen Piaopiao's sword and Ye Fan's sword nearly arrived simultaneously.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
The Flying Swords pierced through, with Ximen Piaopiao and Ye Fan standing opposite each other, their swords having each impaled one person.
"Kill!"
Ximen Piaopiao shouted, a terrifying energy surging within him. The sword in his hand erupted with an unimaginable sword aura that tore apart the person before him.
Ye Fan's expression remained calm as he tightened his grip on the sword slightly.
The sword aura exploded, and the figure before him was similarly shredded into nothingness by the force.
"Night Fan, such powerful strength and such swift swords! You've truly opened my eyes," Ximen Piaopiao said, finally letting out a long sigh of relief after expending so much effort to slay one person. He turned his gaze toward Ye Fan, feeling less embarrassed than before.
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