You old bastard, picking on the young with your age and strength, huh?

Ye Bufan snatched a young man's sword and, in the blink of an eye, cleaved him in two. His intestines and organs spilled across the ground, blood gushing like a flood.

"I'll kill you! You worthless trash!"

The Bald Youth charged forward with a shout, raising the axe-shaped magic artifact in his hand over his head before bringing it down in a savage chop.

Using the same tactic, Ye Bufan blocked the attack with his other arm, then instantly sliced off the Bald Youth's head.

The battle abruptly fell still.

The remaining five youths panicked. Their legs trembled; they were nearly scared pissless. They kept backing away, bodies shaking, faces pale, unable to even hold their magic artifacts steady.

Ye Bufan was gravely injured. Golden-Red Blood mingled together—some of it his, but more of it belonged to his enemies.

He was like an Immortal King drenched in blood, his might terrifying. Even heavily wounded and on the verge of death, he would fight until his final moment!

The battle resumed. The five Meridian Opening Realm youths had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. They roared to bolster their courage, charging forward with terror written all over their faces.

The five surrounded Ye Bufan and attacked at once.

Pfft!

One man's sword pierced Ye Bufan's back. It had only entered three inches when it became stuck and could not move. Just as he tried to pull free, Ye Bufan spun around and threw a punch.

Bang!

Pfft!

His head exploded instantly, brains and blood spraying everywhere.

Pfft!

In that instant, the attacks of the other four also pierced Ye Bufan's body.

"Urgh..."

Pain shot through Ye Bufan. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes turned crimson. He locked onto one youth, lunged at him, seized his head, and then smashed his own head into it with brutal force!

Pfft!

The Primordial Sacred Body was as hard as Divine Iron. How could that youth possibly withstand it? In an instant, his skull caved in, shattered bone jutting outward, and he died on the spot.

Ye Bufan roared and swung the youth's corpse, whipping it in a wide arc at the other three!

In an instant, one of the youths was smashed apart!

The other two were also sent flying. The moment they hit the ground, Ye Bufan closed in, slammed one into the dirt, and severed his neck from behind.

Only the last one remained!

Though severely wounded, Ye Bufan seemed unable to feel pain. His face was indifferent as he stared at the last youth in the distance.

Picking up a large blade from nearby, Ye Bufan slowly walked toward him.

"N-No... don't kill me... I was wrong... I really was wrong!"

The youth sat on the ground and scrambled backward, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. In his daze, he saw a vicious ghost rushing toward him.

Boom!

Ye Bufan reached him. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his blade, ready to kill him.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged through the air and instantly blasted Ye Bufan away.

Pfft!

Ye Bufan had fought for so long and stubbornly held back his blood, but now, struck by that sudden force, he vomited blood wildly.

Crack!

Most of his breastbone shattered. His organs ruptured and shifted out of place, while his Meridians broke apart.

He crashed down in the distance and struggled to rise, but he could barely move.

An Old Man with a gloomy expression flew over from the direction of the Dao Yi Immortal Sect. His eyes shone like divine rainbows, and the pressure around him made space itself groan as the Spiritual Energy in the sky flowed backward.

Merely releasing his aura seemed enough to fill an entire stretch of heaven and earth. The immense force pressing down on Ye Bufan was as heavy as a Heavenly Mountain.

The Old Man's face was gaunt, his eyes deep-set, his nose hooked, and his lips thin. He glanced at the sole surviving youth, killing intent surging in his eyes.

"You are but a child, yet so vicious. You actually slaughtered nine fellow disciples!"

The Old Man looked at the corpses scattered across the ground, fury filling his chest as he glared at Ye Bufan.

He knew this child—the Primordial Sacred Body, famed far and wide!

But that had been countless tens of thousands of years ago!

Ever since the last Great Accomplishment Sacred Body died while suppressing a great upheaval, it seemed that the Sacred Body's fortune had run out.

The Primordial Sacred Bodies that appeared in later generations found cultivation difficult and could no longer bear the glory of old!

Back when the Dao Yi Immortal Sect opened its immortal gates to recruit disciples, Ye Bufan's arrival caused quite a stir. But afterward, he became the laughingstock of the entire Dao Yi Immortal Sect.

A Great Accomplishment Sacred Body could suppress all heavens and battle a Human Great Emperor.

But so what?

The Sacred Body of today was merely a useless body that was difficult to cultivate!

That was how the Cultivation World worked.

When you stood in glory, people admired you.

When you fell into the depths, people also spat on you.

Everything came down to strength!

"Kill him, Elder Wang! Hurry and kill this madman!"

The remaining youth bared his teeth and clawed the air, roaring with a savage expression.

Elder Wang could tell that his mind had been shocked and his spirit damaged. He had suffered an enormous blow.

He was ruined from this day onward.

Elder Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression gloomy as he looked at Ye Bufan. "Today, in my capacity as an elder of the Dao Yi Immortal Sect, I sentence you to death. Do you accept?"

Blood filled Ye Bufan's mouth. Unable to rise, he dug his five fingers deep into the mud and stared fixedly at Elder Wang. "If... Elder Wang believes that only they may kill me, while I may not kill them, then Elder Wang, make your move!"

Insolence!

A furious roar shook the sky until it hummed. Ye Bufan instantly went deaf, his mind blank, nearly passing out.

Elder Wang raised his hand. "Today, I sentence you to death!"

His hand transformed into a colossal palm that held up the heavens and slammed down toward Ye Bufan.

"Hold it!"

High in the sky, the White-clothed Youth stood with his hands behind his back. His simple words were like the might of heaven, instantly shattering Elder Wang's manifested giant hand.

"Who are you?"

Elder Wang looked warily at Hua Yunfei. The aura around him surged like a rainbow as it pressed toward the sky.

Hua Yunfei descended slowly with his hands behind his back, utterly unaffected. Arriving before Ye Bufan, he looked at Elder Wang. "This Seat will protect Ye Bufan!"

Both Elder Wang and Ye Bufan looked at Hua Yunfei.

Elder Wang's expression darkened as he stared at him. "Young man, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Even if you have some skill, you should keep a low profile... otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Hua Yunfei remained calm and composed, meeting Elder Wang's gaze without the slightest fear.

"Heh!"

Elder Wang sneered. "As expected, young and hot-blooded. Do you know who this old man is?"

"Do you know who This Seat is?"

Hua Yunfei asked with a smile.

The repeated retorts immediately made Elder Wang's expression sink. The aura of the Divine Infant Realm burst forth, filling the surrounding heaven and earth as it surged toward Hua Yunfei.

Hua Yunfei looked at him. "Old bastard, are you planning to use your age and strength to bully the young?"

"I am an elder of the Dao Yi Immortal Sect. What if I bully you?"

Elder Wang sneered and raised his hand, producing a lamp-shaped magic artifact. With a gentle breath, the flame of its wick swelled into red Karma Fire. Its blazing heat was so intense that even space began to melt.

"Freeze!"

With one word, heaven and earth fell silent. The flames froze in place, all things were restrained, and Elder Wang lost control of his body. He stared at Hua Yunfei in horror, his face turning pale.

"The One-Word True Mantra!"

Elder Wang thought of the legendary divine ability that had been lost for ages. One word could cover the stars; one word could shake heaven and earth. It was said to be a forbidden secret art created by a mysterious Great Power.

He lost his nerve and tried to speak, only to discover that no sound would come out!

The other man had even sealed his speech. The gap between their strengths was enormous.

"Can you still stand?"

Hua Yunfei ignored Elder Wang and lowered his head to look at Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan nodded and struggled to his feet. Golden blood sprayed from his body, flowing like a torrent.

"I grant you the power of one punch!"

Hua Yunfei pointed a finger, runes flowing across its tip.

A streak of golden light entered Ye Bufan's body. Ye Bufan immediately felt an overwhelmingly powerful force appear within him, as though it could shatter the starry sky, gathering in his fist.

Ye Bufan understood Hua Yunfei's meaning. Without hesitation, he walked up to Elder Wang and blew him apart with a single punch!