Supreme Cultivation Chapter 185 - 184: Going Against the Trend

Chapter 185: Chapter 184: Going Against the Trend

"No, I don’t believe it!"

The King of Bai Ting scurried around frantically, but this did nothing to stop the inferno. Thick smoke billowed as the King of Bai Ting roared, but only a hoarse cry escaped his throat.

"I want you dead!" he shrieked.

However, he collapsed just five ters from the Dark Night Demon Queen, his entire body bursting into flas. The pillar of thick smoke signaled the fall of the King of Bai Ting. He was once a King, the King of Innate Masters. Later, he beca a powerful mber of the Blood Clan. Now, he was just a pile of ash. Everything had returned to dust.

The Dark Night Demon Queen watched it all unfold. Since she hadn’t fully rged with the Crystal Stone, she didn’t dare expose herself to the sun. The pain was unbearable when sunlight touched her wounds.

The war at the Evil Punishnt Church was far from over, but this was no ti for the Blood Clan Warriors to fight. The sight was simply too shocking. They lacked the Black Prison Duke’s strength; sunlight was a fatal weakness for them, and they couldn’t endure its scorching heat.

When the sunlight shone on the Black Prison Duke, his expression remained unchanged. He stood calmly in place, seemingly unaffected.

He turned to Ye Fan and said, "Do you think this can weaken ? Kid, you’re delusional. I’m no longer afraid of the sun! Even if it saps so of my strength, I am not soone you can challenge!"

He threw a punch, smashing Ye Fan from the top of the castle. After crashing to the ground, Ye Fan staggered to his feet. The Black Prison Duke’s power was beyond his imagination. Even at seventy percent strength, he was still overwhelming; Ye Fan simply couldn’t challenge him.

At that mont, the Black Prison Duke stalked forward, extending his long vampiric fangs. As they grew, Ye Fan sprang into action.

He lunged forward at top speed and drove a nail into the Black Prison Duke’s shoulder. The Duke roared in pain and kicked Ye Fan, sending him flying. Then, enduring the imnse pain, the Black Prison Duke pulled the pure silver nail from his shoulder.

He was finally furious. His eyes turned blood-red as he snarled at Ye Fan, "Kid, you’ve angered ! I originally just wanted to make you my servant, but now I will drink your blood dry!"

He charged forward in a blur.

Ye Fan gasped. The Black Prison Duke’s strength exceeded his expectations. A blow like that would have been lethal against any other Blood Clan Warrior. But with the Duke, the unexpected happened. Although the Black Prison Duke did not fear pain, this was a holy nail designed specifically to harm his kind. Because of it, he felt a soul-crushing pain.

Ye Fan felt his own despair. Even his Pure Yang Power was no match for the Black Prison Duke.

At this mont, he prepared to make his final stand and unleash his last trump card—a move he would never use lightly. He would never forget using it three years ago when King Hall was under siege. He had killed his enemy, but he had also killed more than half of King Hall’s Martial Artists in the process. He knew he couldn’t control this power, so he wouldn’t use it unless he was absolutely desperate. Once unleashed, the price to pay would be enormous.

However, he had no choice now, as his life was in grave danger.

"You forced my hand! I call upon the demon within!" Ye Fan roared. His eyes beca bloodshot, his hair flew wildly, and his bulging muscles tore through his clothes. He was like a lion that had lost all reason, its only instinct to destroy anyone standing in its way.

The Black Prison Duke, who had been attacking fiercely, suddenly felt a trendous power rushing toward him.

What is this?

"ARGH!"

The Black Prison Duke was sent flying, crashing heavily against the castle. The Evil Punishnt Church instantly collapsed. If the Dark Night Demon Queen and Master Xuantian hadn’t fled so quickly, they would have been buried inside. At that mont, the very ground beneath the castle trembled.

"What is this power? Is it an earthquake?" the Dark Night Demon Queen asked in disbelief, her heart still pounding with fear.

Master Xuantian shook his head in terror. "No, this is power."

"Impossible! How can a human have such destructive force!" The Dark Night Demon Queen refused to believe it. In her mind, it was impossible for a person to wield such devastating power; she had never even heard of such a thing.

But Master Xuantian insisted, "No, this power is indeed coming from a person!"

Just as he finished speaking, two figures erged from the ruins. One was Ye Fan, who had now completely lost his sanity. The other, looking utterly wretched, was the Black Prison Duke.

The Black Prison Duke was in a terrible state. Ye Fan had punched a hole through his body, leaving a massive, gory wound. If not for the powerful life force of the Blood Clan, that punch would have killed him.

"In hundreds of years, you are the first person to injure ! Boy, today I will tear you to pieces!" the Black Prison Duke raged, filled with regret. If he hadn’t toyed with Ye Fan earlier, trying to make him a servant, he would have already finished him off. This situation never would have happened.

This power is imnse! Even the purest of our first-generation Blood Clan wouldn’t be this strong. Where does this strength co from? Why do I feel such despair? the Black Prison Duke trembled as he thought. Even as a Duke of the Blood Clan, he felt terror and hopelessness in the face of this power.

Ye Fan launched another attack. The Black Prison Duke could only grit his teeth and charge forward, summoning his spear. This was the sa spear that had once pierced Ye Fan’s body. It was a powerful weapon gifted to him by the Blood Clan royalty, and he called it the Blood Clan Spear.

At this mont, Ye Fan threw another punch.

The Black Prison Duke was overjoyed, seeing what he thought was an opening. He thrust his spear forward without hesitation, aiming to run Ye Fan through.

However, as the spear tip neared, Ye Fan reached out his right hand and caught it. Before Ye Fan’s matchless strength, the spear couldn’t advance a single inch.

As they both exerted force, the spear bent completely.

Just as the Duke was about to switch to his next plan, Ye Fan’s hand chopped down like a blade.

BANG!

The spear instantly snapped.

"Impossible!" the Black Prison Duke cried out. He never thought soone could shatter this divine weapon with their bare hands.

"ARGH!"

Ye Fan slamd the broken half of the spear up, instantly piercing his skull.

"I have an undying life! You can’t kill !" the Black Prison Duke shrieked, losing all reason in his desperation. He began to brawl wildly with the crazed Ye Fan. At this point, the center of their battlefield was a place that not even King-level experts could approach, as the power on display had far surpassed the scope of a King.

Master Xuantian, ever shrewd, imdiately understood the critical danger.

This is bad. Although the King of Heaven is powerful and has the upper hand, a protracted battle like this could easily lead to disaster!

He knew Ye Fan’s strength was not normally so imnse; it had clearly been forcefully augnted. Once his power reached its limit, he would be left completely exhausted.