Battle Ye Fan

Ye Fan shook his numb hands and looked at Ye Yu with a solemn expression.

Qin Wushuang descended from mid-air, looking at Ye Yu with concern. "Are you sure you can handle this alone? We old guys still have some fight left in us."

Qin Wushuang had clearly seen that last sword strike. It was a casual swing from Ye Yu, not even close to his full strength.

Yet, that single strike had made Qin Wushuang, a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, sense danger.

A Heavenly Ascension Nascent Soul was truly terrifying!

"Don't worry, just protect Ruo Xian," Ye Yu said with a smile. He then turned his head to Ye Fan. "Let's settle this once and for all, Ye Fan."

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone?!" Ye Fan said, his face cold.

"What, you want to kill me, and you expect me to speak softly?" Ye Yu shrugged, and lightning patterns began to appear on his body.

The Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body was activated at full power.

Facing Ye Fan, Ye Yu had to go all out. This was because Ye Yu knew Ye Fan's true strength was far greater than it appeared.

"Fine, fine, fine! I want to see just how extraordinary your Heavenly Nascent Soul truly is!" Ye Fan sneered, his spiritual energy circulating wildly around him.

Soon, the spiritual energy around him transformed into flames.

This was the true power of a Nascent Soul Stage expert: converting pure spiritual energy into elemental power.

Ye Fan possessed a Heaven grade Fire Spiritual Root. After entering the Nascent Soul Stage, he had cultivated a high-grade Profound tier fire-attribute technique. Combined with his Earth Fiend Nascent Soul, his combat power far surpassed cultivators of the same level.

Facing such pure fire-attribute spiritual energy, Qin Wushuang's expression changed slightly. His spiritual energy was also fire-attribute, but it was nowhere near as pure as Ye Fan's.

This was partly due to his Nascent Soul, but the greater reason was his cultivation technique.

Great Qin's fire-attribute techniques were only mid-grade Profound tier.

Ye Yu took a deep breath of the scorching air, a flash of crimson in his eyes. The Purple Firmament Sword let out a hum, and streaks of crimson sword energy erupted.

"Fire Cloud Palm!" Ye Fan roared. A torrent of flames gathered before him, instantly transforming into over a hundred massive palm strikes, carrying a wave of heat that surged towards Ye Yu.

The onlookers retreated rapidly, looking at Ye Fan in surprise.

The two were father and son, yet Ye Fan had actually used a spiritual skill.

Spiritual skills, like cultivation techniques, could only be learned by Nascent Soul cultivators who had condensed elemental spiritual energy. Therefore, only upon reaching the Nascent Soul Stage could one truly be considered to have entered the path of cultivation.

Facing the oncoming heatwave, Ye Yu raised the Purple Firmament Sword in his hand and let out a low cry, "Heaven Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!"

The next moment, a piercing sword hum erupted, and a massive, dozens of feet long crimson sword energy directly slashed at the enormous palm strikes.

Boom!

The two collided, and a violent explosion ensued. The scattered sword energy and flames carved a hundred-foot-wide crater in the ground.

In a single exchange, they were evenly matched.

The expressions of many powerful cultivators turned grim.

A person who had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage was able to fight to a draw with a peak Nascent Soul expert who had used a spiritual skill. This was already terrifying.

Moreover, from the situation just now, Ye Yu's spiritual energy had not yet condensed into an element.

However, things were not as they seemed. Ye Yu grunted, forcibly suppressing the metallic taste in his throat.

Ye Yu knew that Ye Fan had used his full strength. If not for the resilience of his Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body and the continuous replenishment from his Innate Breathing Technique, that palm strike would have severely injured him.

The gap between the early Nascent Soul Stage and the peak Nascent Soul Stage was far greater than imagined.

Unsuccessful in his first strike, Ye Fan turned into an afterimage and charged at Ye Yu. Seeing this, Ye Yu did not retreat but met him head-on with the Purple Firmament Sword.

In a flash of lightning, the two exchanged blows dozens of times.

Muffled thuds could be heard intermittently.

But soon, Ye Yu began to struggle. Even with his Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body operating at full power, Ye Fan still managed to inflict several wounds on him.

Bang!

Another muffled sound rang out. Ye Yu's chest took a solid punch from Ye Fan. He spat out blood and was sent flying backward.

"Ye Yu, don't force yourself. Apologize to your Imperial Father, and there's still room for reconciliation," Ye Qingshuang couldn't help but say. She couldn't watch Ye Yu die. If Ye Yu died, no one would be able to cure Ye Qingxuan's poison.

Ye Yu ignored Ye Qingshuang, wiped the blood from his mouth, slowly stood up, and looked directly at Ye Fan, a grin on his face.

Seeing Ye Yu's expression, Ye Qingshuang felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Why, why did he always insist on being so stubborn?

But the next moment, a humming sound echoed, and spiritual seals rose from the ground around them, instantly forming a massive array that enveloped everyone from the Great Yan Dynasty.

"This trick again. A mere array of fifteen hundred spiritual seals won't threaten me!" Ye Fan sneered dismissively.

Ye Yu shrugged noncommittally and smiled, "You might not be threatened, but they are."

As his words fell, Ye Fan's expression changed drastically. He turned to look, only to see the array enveloping all of them.

If it were any other time, Ye Fan wouldn't have been afraid. He could have broken the array by himself. But now, although Ye Yu couldn't harm him with this array, he could stall him, preventing him from breaking it.

Ye Xuan, the other two, and the Imperial Guards looked at the massive array hovering above them, their faces pale.

They could feel the destructive power within it.

"Green Lotus Sword Array!" Ye Yu shouted, the array diagram spinning wildly as streaks of sword energy formed within it.

"You dare!" Ye Fan exclaimed in shock.

But Ye Yu didn't stop. Nearly a thousand sword energies poured down like raindrops.

Ye Fan's spiritual energy surged around him, and a vast sea of flames transformed into a fiery net, engulfing the Great Yan Dynasty's people.

But the next moment, Ye Fan heard a sword's hum. In the blink of an eye, Ye Yu was beside him, his Purple Firmament Sword descending.

"Heaven Slaying Sword Drawing Technique: Sea Splitting Style!"

Overwhelming sword energy covered Ye Fan, and a piercing scream emanated from the center.

Everyone who saw this situation was shocked. Facing such sword energy, Ye Fan would be severely injured even if he didn't die.

His control over the battlefield, his arrangements, and his meticulous planning shocked them!

Little did they know that all of this was honed by Ye Yu through countless near-death experiences.

Ye Yu stood in mid-air, looking at the large pit below, stirred up by the sword energy, his brow furrowed.

When the dust settled, Ye Fan's figure appeared before everyone's eyes.

However, Ye Fan no longer had his previous spirited demeanor. His body was covered in hideous wounds, and his left hand had been cleanly severed by Ye Yu.

Looking at Ye Fan's tragic state, Ye Yu laughed, "As expected. It seems Ye Xuan is more than just an Imperial Prince, to be worth such a great price for you to protect."