Battle Against Ye Fan

Ye Fan shook his numb hands, his expression grave as he looked at Ye Yu.

Qin Wushuang descended from midair. Looking at Ye Yu, he said with some concern, "Are you sure you can handle this alone? We old fellows still have some fighting strength left."

Qin Wushuang had seen that sword strike clearly just now. Ye Yu had casually swung it out, without using his full strength at all.

Yet that single strike had made even Qin Wushuang, at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, sense danger.

The Heavenly Revelation Nascent Soul truly was terrifying beyond measure!

"Don't worry. Just protect Ruoxian." Ye Yu smiled, then turned to Ye Fan. "Let's settle all our debts, Ye Fan."

"You dare speak to me in that tone?!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"What? You want to kill me, yet you still expect me to speak to you softly and politely?" Ye Yu shrugged as streaks of lightning patterns began to emerge across his body.

The Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body was pushed to its limit.

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

"Good, good, good! I'd like to see just what is so extraordinary about your Heavenly Revelation Nascent Soul!" Ye Fan sneered, spiritual power surging wildly around him.

Very quickly, the spiritual power around him transformed into flames.

This was the true power of Nascent Soul Realm experts: transforming pure spiritual power into power with attributes.

Ye Fan possessed a Heaven grade fire spiritual root. After entering the Nascent Soul Realm, he had cultivated a high-grade Profound-grade fire-attribute cultivation method. Coupled with his Earth Fiend Nascent Soul—

It made his combat power far surpass that of cultivators at the same level.

Faced with such pure fire-attribute spiritual power, Qin Wushuang's expression changed slightly. His spiritual power was fire-attribute as well, but it was nowhere near as pure as Ye Fan's.

Part of it was due to the Nascent Soul, but the greater reason was the cultivation method.

Great Qin's fire-attribute cultivation method was only mid-grade Profound grade.

Ye Yu took a deep breath of scorching air. A bloody glint flashed through his eyes as the Purple Firmament Sword let out a sword cry, shooting out streams of blood-red Sword Qi.

"Fire Cloud Palm!" Ye Fan roared. Boundless flames gathered before him, transforming in an instant into more than a hundred enormous palm imprints that swept toward Ye Yu with scorching waves.

Those watching the battle all retreated explosively, staring at Ye Fan in astonishment.

The two were father and son, yet Ye Fan had actually used a Spiritual Skill.

Like cultivation methods, Spiritual Skills could only be learned after one reached the Nascent Soul Realm and condensed attribute-bearing spiritual power. Only upon reaching the Nascent Soul Realm could one truly be considered to have entered the hall of cultivation.

Facing the heat wave rushing at him, Ye Yu raised the Purple Firmament Sword and shouted, "Heaven Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!"

The next instant, a piercing sword cry erupted as a blood-red Sword Qi dozens of zhang long slashed directly at the massive palm imprints.

Boom!

The two collided, and a violent explosion rang out. Scattered Sword Qi and flames burned a huge crater over a hundred zhang wide into the ground.

With a single clash, the two were evenly matched.

The expressions of many experts turned solemn.

Someone who had only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm had actually fought a peak Nascent Soul Realm expert using a Spiritual Skill to a draw. That alone was already terrifying.

Moreover, judging from what had happened just now, Ye Yu's spiritual power had not yet had time to condense an attribute.

Yet unlike what everyone saw, Ye Yu let out a muffled grunt and forcibly swallowed the metallic sweetness rising in his throat.

Ye Yu knew that Ye Fan had used his full strength. If not for the formidable Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body, combined with the Innate Breathing Technique's ceaseless replenishment, that palm strike alone would have gravely injured him.

The chasm between the Nascent Soul Early Stage and the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm was far greater than he had imagined.

When the first attack failed, Ye Fan turned into an afterimage and rushed straight at Ye Yu. Ye Yu neither retreated nor dodged, instead raising the Purple Firmament Sword to meet him.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged no fewer than dozens of blows.

Dull impacts rang out from time to time.

But before long, Ye Yu gradually began to falter. Even with the Illusory Dragon Wind Lightning Body operating at full force, Ye Fan still left many wounds on his body.

Bang!

Another dull impact rang out. Ye Yu took Ye Fan's fist squarely in the chest, spat blood, and was sent flying backward.

"Ye Yu, stop forcing yourself. Apologize to Father Emperor, and there is still room to turn things around," Ye Qingshuang could not help saying. She could not watch Ye Yu die. If Ye Yu died, no one would be able to cure Ye Qingxuan's poison.

Ye Yu ignored Ye Qingshuang. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he slowly rose to his feet, stared straight at Ye Fan, and grinned.

Seeing Ye Yu like this, bitterness welled up in Ye Qingshuang's heart. Why? Why did he love to force himself so much?

But the next moment, a humming sound rang out. Spiritual Seals rose from beneath the surrounding ground, transforming in an instant into a massive formation diagram that enveloped everyone from the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Again with this trick? A formation diagram with a mere fifteen hundred Spiritual Seals can't threaten me!" Ye Fan scoffed disdainfully.

Ye Yu merely shrugged noncommittally and smiled. "You can handle it. They can't."

As soon as those words fell, Ye Fan's expression changed abruptly. He turned his head, only to see that the formation diagram had enveloped every one of them.

Under other circumstances, Ye Fan would not have feared it. He alone could break this formation. But now, although Ye Yu could not use this formation to hurt him—

He could hold him back, preventing him from breaking the formation.

Ye Xuan and the other two, along with those Attendants, stared at the enormous formation diagram floating overhead, their faces pale as paper.

They could sense the destructive power contained within it.

"Green Lotus Sword Array!" Ye Yu shouted. The formation diagram spun madly as streams of Sword Qi formed within the array.

"You dare!" Ye Fan cried out in alarm.

But Ye Yu's hands did not stop. Nearly a thousand streams of Sword Qi poured down like raindrops.

Spiritual power boiled around Ye Fan. Boundless flames transformed into a fiery net, shielding the people of the Great Yan Dynasty within it.

But in the next moment, Ye Fan heard a sword cry. In the blink of an eye, Ye Yu had already arrived at his side, the Purple Firmament Sword in his hand falling.

"Heaven Slaying Sword Drawing Technique! Sea-Parting Form!"

Boundless Sword Qi engulfed Ye Fan, and a miserable scream rang out from its center.

Everyone who saw this was shocked. Faced with such Sword Qi, even if Ye Fan did not die, he would lose a layer of skin.

This boy's control over the battlefield, along with the meticulousness of his every arrangement, left them utterly stunned!

What they did not know was that all of this had been forged through Ye Yu's countless brushes with life and death.

Ye Yu stood in midair, looking at the huge crater below that had been blasted open by Sword Qi, his brows tightly furrowed.

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

But Ye Fan no longer possessed his former high-spirited bearing. His body was covered in savage wounds, and his left arm had been severed by Ye Yu at the root.

Looking at Ye Fan's miserable state, Ye Yu smiled. "As expected. It seems Ye Xuan is more than just an Imperial Prince. He is actually worth paying such a heavy price to protect."