397. Chapter 391: Heirloom Holy Weapon

"The old relics these days are getting more and more presumptuous. You're already at death's door—why not hurry up and find a place to bury yourself instead of coming out to offend our eyes?"

Ye Fan retorted without the slightest courtesy, his words utterly cutting.

"Bastard, you're courting death!"

The White-Haired Old Woman's expression changed. Raising her hand, she swung her bamboo staff at him. The staff was long and sturdy, lush green as if dripping with vitality, seeming ready to sprout anew at any moment.

As the staff came down, Ye Fan actually felt as if his brow were splitting open, as though there was nowhere he could flee.

"Eighth transformation of Dragon Transformation—truly beyond the trash of the second or third transformation."

The Human Sacred Body laughed loudly, turning into a wisp of black smoke that melted into the void.

"The Great Void Technique?"

Before the White-Haired Old Woman could ponder Ye Fan's identity, her wrist twisted, and the verdant bamboo staff shifted positions with the agility of a soaring green snake, its tongue flickering.

Buzz!

The void collapsed. A human prodigy clad in jade-colored Daoist robes and with a face like polished jade emerged, endless darkness behind him like the maw of a demon, connected to the abyss of the Great Dao.

The green snake struck again. It seemed light and nimble, yet weighed as much as ten thousand jun, shattering heaven and earth bit by bit.

The Human Sacred Body raised a finger, and boundless void behind him erupted with sheets of black light, condensing into a Void Great Hand Seal that crashed into the vicious weapon devouring all in its path.

"This old woman has some tricks after all."

Ye Fan gave a soft exclamation as the style of his fist changed, becoming incomparably fierce