Yin Ming took a deep breath, gazing wistfully at the Purple Firmament Sword in his hand, its hilt slightly broken. Still exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, his purple robes fluttering in the air, he calmly looked at Ye Fan and said, "I concede."
Wow!
The crowd erupted in uproar; it was very noisy.
As Yin Tiande's most beloved disciple, and even sharing the same surname, he undoubtedly received a great deal of training, and in some respects, his status was even higher than that of Mo Wentian.
But at that moment, he admitted defeat.
He admitted defeat in front of almost all the heroes of the world.
"This person is remarkable. He can bend and stretch, and knowing he was bound to lose, he didn't say much and simply admitted defeat." Even though admitting defeat isn't something to be proud of, few Youren realize that for someone in such a high position to be able to humble themselves is also a remarkable thing.
Ye Fan's eyes flashed like lightning, a testament to his unparalleled physical strength. "You were the one who wanted to start a fight earlier, weren't you? Now you want to admit defeat?"
"Yes, I concede." Yin Ming said calmly, sheathing the Purple Firmament Sword and carrying it behind his back.
"Stop pretending to be a big shot after admitting defeat! Get down here!" Ye Fan really couldn't stand this guy's arrogant attitude. His nonchalant demeanor made him look like he was about to be beaten. He slapped the still-unresponsive Yin Ming down from the sky.
The latter felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he was receiving the same treatment as Mo Wentian.
boom!
The ground was smashed, creating a deep trench. Ye Fan picked it up like a dead dog and casually threw it onto the unconscious Mo Wentian was standing some distance away.
"You want to admit defeat, but I won't agree! You wanted to fight, so you fought. Now that you know you're going to lose, you want to back down? There's no such thing as a free lunch!" Ye Fan looked down at the half-dead Yin Ming.
The latter had lost all his otherworldly air; his body was covered in wounds, and his once flowing purple Daoist robe was now stained with dust and torn in several places, resembling a beggar's garment. He was in no better shape Mo Wentian, who was disheveled below him.
"Don't you dare insult me!" Yin Ming roared. He never expected that even if he admitted defeat, he couldn't escape this fate. Ye Fan treated him like a junior and played with him like a child. Ye Fan was really ruthless, controlling the force perfectly, and almost every punch landed on his face.
Yin Ming, who had always considered his face to be handsome and otherworldly, now had his face swollen up like a pig's head.
At the same time, Ye Fan also picked up the sullen Tuoba Mo and threw him above the two of them. The three famous geniuses, who were usually renowned and famous throughout the Flying Immortal Battlefield, were now piled up as spoils of war, like a mountain of people!
Many people covered their lips and chuckled softly.
"It seems that Ye Fan, the Sacred Body from Earth, isn't as ruthless as the rumors suggest. He's clearly a cunning and ruthless guy. He knows everything, but he keeps it all to himself and does everything secretly. He's a wicked little devil." Xiao Yan couldn't help but chime in upon seeing this.
"Huh!? Youren is coming?"
Suddenly, three more beams of light flashed from the horizon.
A beam of light, like the approaching sun, shone with a terrifying radiance, intense and powerful.
The other one was golden yellow, brimming with blood energy, and somewhat resembled Ye Fan's previous appearance.
The last one was quite unremarkable, except for his striking and unusual bald head, which gleamed with a golden light.
Their speed was incredibly fast, far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend; they reached the plain in almost an instant and rapidly closed in!
"All three of them know the Nine Secrets: Xing from the Nine Secrets!" exclaimed a knowledgeable person.
How many people in the world know the Nine Secrets: Xing)? Here, three have appeared at once.
Without needing to say much, everyone almost immediately realized who had arrived.
"Master!" Three harmonious and deep voices rang out at the same time. The figure concealed his aura, walked closer, and knelt down directly.
These three are rare powerhouses on the Flying Immortal Battlefield. Each time they arrived at the Flying Immortal Battlefield, they stirred up considerable clouds. The title of disciples of the Sacred Body brought them prestige, but it also attracted many challenging eyes. They almost rose to prominence in battle.
" Ye Tong, Hua Hua, and Yang Xi!?" Ye Fan was pleasantly surprised and quickly helped the three of them up.
Ye Tong had a pair of blazing eyes, and her whole body seemed to be glowing. Even though her aura was restrained, one could still feel the dormant power of the sun, like a vast ocean. Ye Fan patted his eldest disciple's shoulder heavily, his face beaming with smiles.
"Three hundred years have passed. Has Youren bullied you like those crows on Fire Mulberry Star? Don't be afraid. Tell your master. Our lineage fears no one. Your master will seek justice for you!" Ye Fan asked.
Ye Tong scratched his head, laughing and crying at the same time, and said, "Master, I'm Great Sage now, no one can bully me anymore."
Great Sage!
Ye Fan felt somewhat disappointed.
Yes, three hundred years have passed. His disciple's talent is so immense that he is practically the second Solar Holy Emperor, and perhaps even stronger than the young Solar Holy Emperor himself. Who can bully him now!?
Ye Fan glanced at his three disciples.
Without exception, they all reached the Peak Great Sage.
"Good, good, good!" Ye Fan was as pleased as an old father seeing his son get married.
" Yang Xi," Ye Fan looked at his youngest disciple.
"Master!" Yang Xi cried, tears welling up in his eyes. The little brat from the Fiftieth City of the Human Race had grown into a towering tree, possessing Great Sage- level Sacred Body that was incredibly powerful.
"My senior brother found me in the Fiftieth City of the Human Race, and then my grandfather and I moved to the Heaven's Refuge. My senior brother, acting as our master's disciple, taught me a great deal, not only combat skills and secret techniques, but also the Daoist teachings of our master and the spirit of our lineage."
Ye Tong smiled gently.
Ye Fan nodded and patted Yang Xi's head.
A certain monk standing nearby blinked and stared blankly at Ye Fan, but the latter remained unmoved. His small eyes revealed a pitiful look, like a young widow waiting for a chance to be favored.
"Master, have you forgotten your most beloved disciple?!" Hua Hua reminded her.
Ye Fan rolled his eyes, not wanting to say anything.
Hua Hua grabbed Ye Fan's arm and whined, "You show so much care and expectation for your senior brother, and you're always so pleased with your junior brother, but why do you become so quiet when you see me?"
Hua Hua slapped her smooth, big head and said seriously, "I understand! She's definitely the closest one after all. Three hundred years apart, we don't need many words; everything is understood!"
"You!" Ye Fan tugged at Hua Hua's big ears. Hua Hua's earlobes, which resembled those of Maitreya Buddha, were truly enormous.
"I've heard a lot about your glorious achievements since I first entered the Flying Immortal Battlefield. Whether it's your senior brother Ye Tong or your junior brother Yang Xi, they're both renowned for their formidable combat prowess!"
"Only you!"
"What the hell is this about sneaking into a nunnery at night and attracting the attention of Jin Chanzi (a powerful martial arts master)?!"
(End of this chapter)