Shrouded Sky

Chapter 139 - Fleshly Body

Ye Fan’s voice wasn’t loud, but it made all the Star Peak disciples turn pale. Chen Feng held great prestige among them, an Other Shore Stage cultivator. No one ever dared speak to him like that.

“So arrogant! Not afraid your big mouth will get you killed? Want to break Senior Brother Chen’s legs? Go train for another hundred years first!”

Having been suppressed over and over, Star Peak’s disciples were seething. Now Ye Fan’s few simple words set them ablaze, they were dying to see him crushed.

“Senior Brother Chen is no ordinary person. Killing that brat would be easier than squashing a chicken. To him, Ye Fan’s just a clown!”

Chen Feng stood in pure white robes, spotless and ethereal, like someone from a sacred land untouched by the mundane world. He had the aura of a top disciple from a prestigious sect.

He seemed cold, but more than that, calm and composed. He smiled faintly and said, “Young and ignorant, reckless and unaware of your limits. I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. Now, I’ll personally break every bone in your body.”

Ye Fan casually kicked a thousand-pound boulder at Chen Feng and said, “Does acting superior cost you your life or something?” He clearly couldn’t stand Chen Feng’s arrogant demeanor.

Chen Feng flicked his sleeve. His robe fluttered, and with a soft sweep, the massive boulder disintegrated into powder and floated down like dust.

“Careful, little rascal,” Ji Ziyue sent a message secretly. “He’s in the Other Shore Stage. You’ll only win by relying on your powerful flesh. Get in close, only then do you stand a chance.”

In a battle of godpower or spells, Ye Fan had little chance. Only by engaging in close combat and relying on his flesh which was stronger than spiritual artifacts could he hope to inflict real damage.

Just not long ago, he had defeated Ji Xia, a cultivator from the Ji Clan who was also in the Other Shore Stage, this same way.

Ye Fan moved, swift as the wind, his figure left a trail of afterimages that dazzled the eyes. He dashed forward instantly.

The white-robed man drifted back, light as a feather. He wasn’t like Senior Brother Yang, he was prepared for Ye Fan, determined to keep him at a distance and crush him with divine arts.

But he underestimated Ye Fan’s speed. Not just him, even Ji Ziyue widened her eyes in shock.

She had seen something remarkable, a mysterious movement technique that seemed familiar but she’d never actually witnessed before.

“This is…” Ji Ziyue’s mouth formed an “O” shape. Wrinkling her nose, she muttered, “Could that be the footwork of that legendary mad old man?”

Every step Ye Fan took radiated a sense of natural harmony, as fluid as flowing clouds and water, unpredictable and impossible to trace, like an antelope’s horn.

Chen Feng moved like a meteor, leaving afterimages behind, but Ye Fan stuck to him like a shadow.

He had to cling to his opponent for close-quarters combat; otherwise, the fight would be dangerous given the vast difference in realms. He’d been approaching for just this moment, he wouldn’t give it up now.

Dao Resonance flowed beneath his feet as he chased after Chen Feng!

Everyone around them was stunned. Chen Feng, a powerhouse of the Other Shore Stage, moved like lightning, but Ye Fan still caught up. That movement technique was clearly extraordinary.

“Think I’m afraid of you?” Chen Feng said. He was surprised that Ye Fan could cling to him, the boy was too fast.

At this realm, cultivators could summon the heavens and rain at will. Godpowers beyond comprehension flowed within him. Stars swirled in Chen Feng’s eyes as countless ethereal celestial bodies appeared and vanished.

Shhh! Shhh!

Starlight surged in his pupils. Two beams shot out, sharper than swords and dazzling like crystal, aiming to pierce Ye Fan’s skull.

If stone or metal stood in the way, they’d shatter, let alone flesh and blood. But Ye Fan’s expression stayed calm. His left hand flicked forward like light.

Clang! Clang!

Two sharp blasts rang out. The crystalline starlight beams shattered instantly, breaking apart in midair.

Woom!

The void trembled slightly as Ye Fan’s golden fist punched forward, like the hammer of a thunder god, shaking the air with such pressure that bystanders felt suffocated.

Chen Feng, glowing with starlight, summoned a screen of light before him to block the blow.

BOOM!

But Ye Fan’s golden fist was too overpowering, as heavy and fierce as a mountain crashing down. The terrifying impact made everyone stagger.

CRACK!

The light screen shattered on the spot, turning into scattered light that disappeared into the air.

THUMP!

Ye Fan’s golden fist, blazing with divine golden fire, collapsed the space in front of it.

Chen Feng finally realized just how terrifying Ye Fan’s body was. His expression changed. He dodged rapidly, casting divine light from his spirit sea.

A jade disk flew out, expanding rapidly like a celestial canopy. It was inlaid with mysterious pearls that shimmered like sun, moon, and stars, floating in the air and descending upon Ye Fan.

Shhh shhh shhh!

Swordforce surged as stardust filled the air!

The jade disk was extraordinary. In an instant, it darkened the sky, night had fallen. Each pearl burst with stellar radiance, transforming into countless sharp swords falling like rain.

Sword rain under a black sky, gleaming pearls, a spinning jade disk, all bombarded Ye Fan at once.

DOOM!

A deep, echoing resonance like a massive bronze bell shook the air, ringing in everyone’s ears.

No one knew when, but Ye Fan now held a massive bronze plaque inscribed with four ancient characters: Grand Thunderclap Temple.

He swung it upward, blocking all the sword rain.

The plaque was like a mountain, immeasurably heavy. In Ye Fan’s hands, it smashed into the jade disk above!

CRASH!

Like shattered stained glass, jade fragments rained down. The strange pearls bounced around. The spiritual artifact was smashed to pieces.

Chen Feng flew like a bolt of wind, but couldn’t create distance. A burning force surged behind him, like a giant furnace breathing down his neck, locking onto him completely.

“You think you’re the only one with a strong body?” Finally irritated, Chen Feng, an elite of the Other Shore Stage, couldn’t believe he was being hounded like this.

“Twelve Star-River Swords!” he roared.

Twelve beams of sword light burst from his body, soaring into the sky and plunging into the abyss like divine swords.

Twelve roaring star rivers formed twelve giant swords that cleaved toward Ye Fan’s body.

Star Peak cultivators forged their bodies in starlight and placed great importance on physical strength. Once they reached the Divine Bridge Stage, their bodies began a powerful metamorphosis.

In the Other Shore Stage, it reached terrifying levels. They could absorb star river godlight, accumulating it for years until their bodies overflowed with starlight that could form swords, unbreakable.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sword light trembled. The twelve star rivers churned, forming blades that shattered the skies.

BOOM! BOOM!

A shocking scene unfolded. Ye Fan stowed the bronze plaque and swung his golden fists, each punch shattering space like a collapsing dimension. The golden fists were the root of the distortion, their force horrifying.

With his monstrous fleshly strength, he smashed the rolling star rivers apart!

Yes, three of the star rivers shattered under three punches. Starlight sprayed everywhere.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Nine more punches. The golden fists, stronger than spiritual artifacts, nothing could block them.

After twelve strikes, all twelve star rivers were destroyed, turned into light and quickly vanishing into the sky.

Chen Feng trembled. He now feared Ye Fan’s physical strength. His inner sea surged as he summoned three powerful godrune artifacts:

Cloud Chains, forged from jade marrow, shimmering like flawless white jade, coiling in the sky like sacred mist.

Star Shield, engraved with countless stars, crashing down like a crumbling cliff or a falling sky dome.

Moon Blade, shaped like a crescent moon, dazzling silver, spinning as it slashed, unstoppable and deadly.

Behind them, the Star Peak disciples gasped. This was one of Chen Feng’s killing moves, these three terrifying weapons together were nearly impossible to withstand.

The Cloud Chains locked the sky, trying to seal Ye Fan alive.

The Star Shield and Moon Blade fell like collapsing celestial bodies, like a small world breaking apart, drowning Ye Fan within.

It was a fearsome killing technique.

Ye Fan was finally overwhelmed, buried beneath starlight and moonlight, the sacred cloud chains locking him in place.

Chen Feng, after breaking free, soared into the sky.

The Star Peak disciples smiled. They had full faith in Chen Feng’s methods.

“No matter how strong his body is, can it be stronger than spirit treasures? Let’s see him escape now.”

“I told you, Senior Brother Chen can crush him like a bug!”

“He tried to shake the heavens, didn’t know his own limits. This ending was obvious.”

Suddenly, a muffled boom erupted.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

The starlight and moonlight shattered.

BANG!

Ye Fan’s punch pierced the Star Shield. His black hair flew in the wind, divine and unstoppable.

CLANG!

Another punch. The Moon Blade snapped. Its light faded, its broken edge dulled and crashed to the ground.

CRACK!

Ye Fan flexed both arms. The Cloud Chains snapped inch by inch. The holy light faded, the sacred mist scattered.

The Star Peak disciples were dumbfounded. Even Li Xiaoman wore a stunned expression. All three powerful artifacts were shattered. That kind of fleshly body was beyond belief.

In the sky, Chen Feng’s heart ached. Those three treasures had been nurtured for years, already gained sentience. Yet today, all were destroyed in one moment.

“This is basically a legendary humanoid beast!”

“Is that even a body? It’s practically a supreme treasure itself…”

Gasps echoed everywhere.

“This ends now…” Chen Feng said coldly, floating high above, his whole body glowing with starlight like a celestial lord in white.