Chapter 354: Chapter 353 Breakthrough to Supre
"He’s broken through!"
Seeing that proud and upright figure, Leng Dao breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ye Fan’s combat power had reached the level of a Half-step Supre, he was still not a true Supre—a monuntal difference in power.
The Evil Wing Prince said coldly, "Even if you’ve broken through, you’re still just an ant in front of !"
"Is that so?"
The next mont, Ye Fan moved. He swung his sword, sending an arc of blood flying.
"Ah!" the Evil Wing Prince shrieked. This ti, he had truly suffered a devastating blow from Ye Fan, but it was not over yet.
"Conquer the World!"
His razor-sharp Swordsmanship swept down, and with every strike that landed, the Evil Wing Prince scread in agony. After Ye Fan’s breakthrough, the Prince was no match for him at all.
"Blood Clan Triple Salutation!"
He tried to summon the Blood Wings again, hoping to unleash their overwhelming pressure.
"Capture Hand!"
But at that mont, Ye Fan counterattacked. His five fingers ford a claw, and surging with potent True Qi, it streaked toward the center of the Evil Wing Prince’s abdon!
SQUELCH!
In that instant, ti seed to freeze. When everyone looked again, they saw that the luminous Bengyu was now clutched in Ye Fan’s hand. The Evil Wing Prince could only stare at Ye Fan in utter despair.
Everyone was thoroughly relieved. With the Bengyu seized, the Evil Wing Prince was powerless to retaliate. Soon after, the curtain fell on his tragic struggle. However, before dying, he made one last desperate attempt to drain Ye Fan and turn him into a desiccated corpse. But at that mont, Ye Fan’s blade sliced off his two fangs, and the Yuanhong Sword plunged into his heart.
"Such delicious blood... a pity I will never enjoy it."
After speaking these words, the Evil Wing Prince’s light faded instantly. He collapsed heavily to the ground and vanished like smoke into the air.
Ye Fan let out a sigh of relief, spat a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to one knee.
"Brother Ye!" A battered Leng Dao staggered over to support him.
Ye Fan explained, "My breakthrough was forced by the ergency. Combined with my prior injuries, the effort has caused a backlash!"
"Brother Ye, as long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters!" Leng Dao said, his voice laced with worry.
He finally understood why his master respected Ye Fan, despite his youth. It was not just his strength, but also an innate pride that seed to be a part of his very being.
Looking at the Evil Wing Prince’s corpse, Ye Fan sighed. "It’s finally over."
However, just then, the North Bear King-level Leader, who had seed on the brink of death, suddenly shot to his feet. He cackled madly. "Hahaha, I am the final victor after all!"
"What are you doing?" Bai Zhii demanded. She never expected the North Bear King-level Leader to have hidden his strength so well. He hadn’t been giving his all from the very beginning, which ant his earlier weakness had been nothing but an act.
The North Bear King-level Leader laughed wildly. "The Bengyu, of course! The Bengyu belongs to the Dongzheng Emperor! You are all gravely injured. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a swift death!"
"Despicable!" Bai Zhii cursed.
But the North Bear King-level Leader couldn’t care less. He raised his sword and stalked toward Ye Fan, whom he viewed as the greatest threat. Even with Ye Fan seemingly powerless, he had to be killed. Only when Ye Fan was dead could the leader rest easy.
"You despicable scoundrel!" Leng Dao started forward, but Ye Fan held him back.
Ye Fan then spoke to the leader, his voice cold. "I despise petty villains like you the most. Still, I’ll give you one chance. Drop your weapon, and I will spare your life."
"Hmph, you’re in such a feeble state, yet you dare bargain with ? If you’re so capable, then get up!"
The North Bear King-level Leader was convinced Ye Fan had no fight left in him. He raised his sword and brought it slashing down at Ye Fan. At that very mont, however, Ye Fan summoned the last of his strength and hurled the Yuanhong Sword.
The blade instantly pierced the leader’s throat. He stared in disbelief as the Yuanhong Sword drained him of his life, his power, and even his very soul.
Ye Fan slowly rose to his feet and said coldly, "I told you I’d give you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. I never go back on my word."
The others finally, truly relaxed. Although they were all battered and worn, the real enemy was dead. It had been a night of slaughter and terror, one where they had all nearly died. But Ye Fan had changed their fate.
Without them noticing, dawn had broken, and the sky was bright. The glow of the Bengyu had also faded considerably. Its true form was finally revealed to all: a gemstone that twinkled with a bluish-black light. Of course, they all knew this appearance was the result of transforming over countless eons; the Bengyu’s precursor was the Shariputra of the deceased Evil Monk. Strictly speaking, it was an ominous object.
At this, Hong Zhi said to Ye Fan, "Brother, since you were the one who obtained the Bengyu, it is rightfully yours."
"Indeed," Leng Dao agreed. "I have no objections."
"Neither do I," Bai Zhii added. If not for Ye Fan, they would all be dead. Everyone coveted the Bengyu, but there was a ti and a place for such desires. Besides, covetousness and greed were two different things.
But Ye Fan said, "Since this Bengyu is from your Buddhist Sect lineage, it should return to your Buddhist Sect lineage!"
He handed the Bengyu to Hong Zhi. Hong Zhi was shocked that Ye Fan would simply give such a supre treasure to him. He quickly refused, "Brother, although this is an artifact of my ascetic monk lineage, a treasure like this belongs to the world. I dare not accept it!"
He demurred out of both reason and principle. The Buddhist Sect had its own code; he would never accept sothing he had not earned through his own efforts.
As everyone was politely refusing, Ye Fan spoke up. "I have a good idea."
"Hmm?" They all looked at Ye Fan, confused as to what his solution could be.
While they were wondering who should take the Bengyu, Ye Fan suddenly tossed it into the air. With two flashes of his Yuanhong Sword, he sliced through it. Instantly, the Bengyu was split into four perfectly even pieces of roughly the sa size.
Then, Ye Fan said, "Four pieces in total. One for each of us. It’s a perfect split."
Everyone was pleasantly surprised. They hadn’t expected Ye Fan to pull off such a move, which made the distribution perfectly fair.
As the pieces of the Bengyu were passed to the major powers, Ye Fan issued a warning. "The Bengyu is, after all, an ominous object. It’s tainted with a terrible resentnt that could affect your mind. Do not let it deceive you!"
"Understood!" Bai Zhii and the other two nodded. Indeed, if Ye Fan had not split it, the complete Bengyu might have eventually turned them into its puppets.
Under the blazing sun, the group walked toward the desert’s edge together.
It was dark by the ti they reached the edge of the desert. They did not leave imdiately, as their injuries were too severe. Moving hastily could cause complications. This was especially true for Ye Fan, who needed to consolidate his new power.
The Supre realm was a miraculous and special state of being. It was a crucial watershed, connecting the Emperor Level below to the Sovereign Realm above. If the foundation laid in this realm was not solid, one might never be able to reach the Sovereign Realm in their lifeti.
For now, Ye Fan dared not even dream of the Sovereign Realm, as he had yet to even stabilize his footing in the Supre realm.
The path of martial cultivation is an endless road. There is no strongest, only stronger.
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