Shrouded Sky

Chapter 243 - Killing A Genius

Facing a disciple of an ancient clan, Ye Fan felt no awe at all. With his hands behind his back, he openly shamed the other party on the spot.

“You… how dare you!” The Ji Clan disciple’s face instantly sank. He said, “This is a grand gathering for young cultivators of Cloud Marsh. Why are you making trouble here, killing people for no reason?”

“How could it be for no reason? Didn’t you see him trying to kill me? Unfortunately for him, the result wasn’t what he expected.”

The Ji Clan disciple put on a righteous face, placing himself on the moral high ground, unwilling to give anyone an excuse to criticize him. He questioned, “I saw everything that happened just now. Although he said he would kill you, he didn’t harm you. Why did you have to take his life?”

“According to what you’re saying, as long as he didn’t manage to kill me, even if he struck first intending to end my life, it wouldn’t be his fault?” Ye Fan’s expression was calm.

“He wasn’t your match and couldn’t have taken your life. No matter what, you shouldn’t have killed him!” The Ji Clan disciple maintained his righteous look.

Ye Fan sneered. “What a joke. Must I wait until my life is truly in danger, until the fact is established, before I can strike back and kill him? By then, I’d probably already be dead.”

There were many people on Broken Mountain, young cultivators from all over Cloud Marsh. Everywhere was filled with human figures. No one expected someone to confront a member of the younger generation of the Ji Clan.

“Situ Feng merely spoke out of turn, and you killed a genius from Cloud Marsh on the spot. That’s going too far.”

“He might have said he’d kill you, but he was clearly not your opponent. How could you strike him down?”

“Where did you come from, killing people here? Do you think Cloud Marsh has no one?”

Nearby, a few cultivators echoed the Ji Clan disciple’s words. Since he came from an ancient clan, it was worth speaking up for him to get closer to such a background.

There were also some blind followers, but they were the minority. Most people stayed silent, unwilling to provoke the Ji Clan, and certainly not about to help an unknown cultivator.

Ye Fan laughed outright, which made those who spoke up look annoyed, especially the Ji Clan disciple.

“Situ Feng might have threatened to kill you, but you turned him to dust, and you can still laugh?!”

Ye Fan touched his chin. “You all just said it yourselves, he threatened to slap me to death, and he was the first to make a killing move. What more do you have to say?”

The blind followers were suddenly speechless. After thinking it over, they were at a loss for words. Even those who had spoken to help the Ji Clan disciple found it hard to say anything now.

The Ji Clan disciple said coldly, “No matter what, you shouldn’t have killed him. You should know, where mercy can be given, one should give it.”

“Is that so?” Ye Fan smiled. “How about this, I’ll try slapping you to see if I can kill you. Of course, I’ll probably fail to kill you, and afterwards we can just drink together like nothing happened. According to your logic, I suppose you won’t kill me then?”

Hearing Ye Fan mock him like this, the Ji Clan disciple’s face turned as dark as water. He shouted, “I see you’ve come to disrupt this gathering. Who exactly are you?”

Ye Fan’s body was shrouded in mist, his true appearance hidden. He stepped forward leisurely. “When reason fails, you start sticking labels on me?”

“So you admit you came here to cause trouble!”

“You’ve already reached your conclusion. What can I say? It’s all pointless.” Ye Fan smiled.

Ancient clans had endured in the world for a million years, never declining, vast and unfathomable, transcending the world. Any sect would hold them in reverence.

Wherever a Ji Clan disciple went, they were surrounded like stars encircling the moon. No one dared look down on them. Today, Ji Yunfeng had been repeatedly contradicted by Ye Fan, his face dark, killing intent rising in his heart.

“This event is co-hosted by my Ji Clan and the Radiant Light Sacred Ground, inviting the young talents of Cloud Marsh. Who are you to behave so presumptuously here?”

“Why is it that I haven’t seen anyone else report their name, yet you single me out? Just my presence is presumptuous? The ancient clan is indeed domineering.”

Boom.

A powerful killing intent rose like waves on a vast lake, surging in all directions. From the Ji Clan disciple’s body burst streaks of divine light, coiling around him like a true dragon.

“You came here with ulterior motives. I’ll take you down first!”

“Why bother with excuses? Just admit you want to kill me. I’ll trade a few moves with you.” Ye Fan stepped forward.

Everyone around was shocked. To dare challenge a disciple of an ancient clan, this person must have a background. All eyes were fixed on the scene.

“The Ancient Desolate Ji Clan cannot be insulted. Today, you’ve brought this on yourself. I will slay you!” Ji Yunfeng’s voice was cold.

When Ji Clan disciples traveled abroad, disciples of other sects would rush to befriend them. Never had he suffered such humiliation. He could no longer endure it.

“So arrogant, what for?” Ye Fan shook his head. “The ancient clan’s aura really is overwhelming.”

The Ji Clan had once pursued him with a great hunt, forcing him into the Northern Region without peace. He had come today precisely to kill freely and slap the ancient clan’s face, so he naturally wouldn’t retreat.

“Young Master Ji, there’s no need for you to act personally. Let me capture him.” A young cultivator from Cloud Marsh stepped forward.

“I’ll do it myself.” Ji Yunfeng shook his head.

“Why use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken? I’m enough.” This cultivator took out a blood-colored box. “Please, Young Master Ji, give me some cover.”

Buzz.

The cultivator acted immediately. The blood-colored jade box opened a crack, and a river of blood surged out, stinking of blood, rushing toward Ye Fan to drown him.

“The Nether Blood Demon Box, how is this thing out in the world again? Isn’t that a demonic artifact left by a Demon Monarch?”

“This thing can corrupt a golden body. Even a treasured physique can’t block it, it will turn into filthy blood. Back then, even a Supreme Giant perished because of it.”

“It’s reappeared in the world? Wasn’t it said to have been destroyed by a Supreme Giant before dying? Could it be another Demon Monarch has reforged it?”

The crowd was shocked, watching nervously.

The blood river came, crimson mist filling the sky, covering heaven and earth, bringing a bone-piercing chill that reached the soul. An ominous feeling arose. Ye Fan felt as if facing a mortal enemy.

Boom.

His flesh shone with boundless divine light, as if he wore an immortal robe, radiating brilliance in all directions, dazzling and awe-inspiring, making it hard to look directly at him.

Bang.

Ye Fan brought his hands together as if embracing the moon, and a mountain appeared in his arms, with ancient pines standing tall and a silver waterfall hanging down, majestic and heavy, with a force to crush the heavens.

Seal of Mountain and River!

Ye Fan used the War Paragon Art to directly unleash the Seal of Mountain and River. Faced with danger, he displayed this earth-shaking technique, unleashing boundless power.

The great mountain was so real it was suffocating. Even from far away, people felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them. Their bodies went weak, many staggering or collapsing.

Buzz.

The mountain rapidly enlarged, like an ancient demonic mountain descending, instantly suppressing everything below.

The pressure was unbearable. Those standing too close had blood flowing from their ears and noses from the terrifying shock.

Boom.

The river of blood in the sky shattered under the force. The great mountain stood like the heavens themselves, immense and irresistible, with the power to crush real peaks.

How could mere flesh in the Dao Palace realm withstand this?

The Cloud Marsh cultivator’s face changed. He chanted incantations, making the Nether Blood Demon Box enlarge and soar into the sky to meet the mountain.

Nine waves of blood surged, each higher than the last, sweeping toward both the mountain and Ye Fan. At the same time, crimson blood mist, like blades and sword aura, slashed toward him.

Ye Fan let out a low shout, pushing the Seal of Mountain and River to its limit, then hurled it. It was a terrifying sight, a mortal body throwing a great mountain. The force made people’s hearts quake.

The power was monstrous, collapsing the void and rumbling like thunder. The mountain slammed into the blood box.

Boom.

Blood light covered the sky, storms raged, and the heavens turned chaotic, like a region of primal chaos, unclear and filled with torrents of energy and blinding light.

Crack.

The thrown mountain collapsed, and the blood box shattered as well. Both were destroyed in the air, releasing a chilling aura.

Rumble.

High above was a shocking scene, the Nether Blood Demon Box split apart, terrifying and annihilating all in its path.

Demon blood filled the sky, fragments of the mountain fell, and violent energy swept the heavens. Many people were thrown back even by the aftershocks.

“This is terrifying!”

“How could a treasure forged by a great demon of the demon race be broken? Who is this person?”

“The Seal of Mountain and River is a top-tier art from the Northern Region. Several great sects and holy lands have it, but it shouldn’t be able to shatter a demon king’s treasure.”

“You’re wrong. The Nether Blood Demon Box was destroyed by a Supreme Giant before. This was only a fragment. Imagine how terrifying the original was.”

Even so, the crowd was shocked. This kind of energy fluctuation was a huge threat to Dao Palace cultivators, especially those below the third stage, who could hardly resist it.

Yet the youth in the sky had thrown a great mountain and smashed this demonic box, making people’s skin crawl.

“Who is he, to raise his hand and throw a mountain…”

How powerful must he be? His might was unstoppable.

In the sky, the blood mist surged. It could corrupt a golden body and destroy a treasured physique, yet it couldn’t harm Ye Fan at all, he refined it entirely.

His powerful body loomed in the mist, skin glowing with crystalline divine light. Everyone was dumbfounded.

“How could this happen? My Nether Blood Box… destroyed…” The cultivator was devastated. He had hoped to show off before the Ji Clan disciple to gain favor, but his prized weapon had been shattered in the most domineering way.

“Is he even human? Throwing a whole mountain?!” His lips trembled, unsure if from rage or fear.

“That’s the Seal of Mountain and River, once the core art of a great sect. After the sect was destroyed, it spread, and many factions obtained it.” Ji Yunfeng’s face was solemn.

Ye Fan gave a cold snort, diving down to kill the cultivator.

“Young Master Ji, save me!” The man’s face changed drastically. With his treasured fragment destroyed, he had no chance of being Ye Fan’s match.

“Don’t worry. With me here, he can’t harm you!” Ji Yunfeng was extremely confident.

“You’re nothing. If I want to kill someone, can you stop me?!” Ye Fan was upon him, divine light blazing from his brow.

“Not good!” Ji Yunfeng truly deserved his reputation as an outstanding member of the Ji Clan’s younger generation. His instincts screamed danger, and he retreated quickly. This was “innate instinctive perception,” a gift only a few cultivators possessed.

Ye Fan’s powerful divine sense took shape, unmatched in might. A golden divine sword shot from his brow, killing the owner of the Nether Blood Demon Box instantly, leaving a corpse in midair.

“You… who are you?!” Ji Yunfeng roared.

Just now, in front of everyone, he had said he would protect that cultivator. But Ye Fan had rushed in and killed him in a single move, this was like slapping him hard in the face.

“You’ll know soon enough. After today, the entire Northern Region will know.”

Ye Fan attacked again, unleashing the Seal of Mountain and River!

The great mountain spanned the sky, its aura immense and overwhelming, pressing down with such force that even the heavens trembled.

“Heaven Severing Finger!” Ji Yunfeng shouted. His right hand extended, fingers like a dragon’s claw, translucent as jade, cutting toward the sky to meet the Seal of Mountain and River.