Supreme Cultivation Chapter 411 - 410: A Cornered Beast Fights Back

Chapter 411: Chapter 410: A Cornered Beast Fights Back

Ye Fan imdiately raised his Yuanhong Sword and slashed at the approaching shadow. The shadow swiftly dodged, but at that mont, the remaining four rushed in to attack him.

"Nine Yang Power!" Ye Fan roared, unleashing a thick, blazing stream of True Qi that deflected their attacks.

In a one-on-one fight, Ye Fan could win easily without much effort. Even against two, he could still secure victory. Facing three, he could hold his ground. Against four, he started to feel the pressure, able to guarantee only his own survival. Against all five, even escaping was a problem.

If he had reached the Saint Realm, killing all five would not be an issue. Unfortunately, he was still one step away.

He repelled the two in front, but attacks imdiately ca from his back, his side, and above. Ye Fan could only dodge hastily.

Even with the Yuanhong Sword, he could gain no advantage. His five opponents were not only powerful but also remarkably coordinated. Their combined assault exerted trendous pressure, even on him.

Now, he stood alone against the five. They had surrounded him, sealing off all his escape routes. He dared not take the initiative to attack, as doing so would create an opening for the others. This was indeed a grueling battle.

"Attack!"

The five struck again, this ti unleashing five different poisons from their hands. Each was potent enough to instantly kill any martial artist below the Supre realm. Even a Supre would suffer if afflicted, as these poisons were their masterpieces.

"Conquer the World!"

Ye Fan swung the Yuanhong Sword, and the sheer power of the move forced the five to abandon their attack.

At that mont, Ye Fan made his move, charging at one of the dark figures.

"Returning to the Sect Sword!" he shouted, sending a razor-sharp Sword Qi hurtling forward. The attack wounded his target, but the remaining four imdiately assaulted him in return.

Four streams of power slamd into him.

PFFT!

Ye Fan spat blood as he was hurled backward into a corner, where he braced himself for the next onslaught.

He knew then that this self-defeating tactic was truly unsuitable for him. Although he had severely wounded one of them, his own injuries were far worse. He had suffered severe internal injuries from the four simultaneous attacks.

"Together, attack!"

The four advanced rapidly. Even the injured martial artist moved to seal off Ye Fan’s escape route. Ye Fan dodged quickly.

"Slaughter Sword Dao!"

In this perilous mont, Ye Fan unleashed the Slaughter Sword Dao. The Sword of Slaughter was the strongest swordsmanship he had ever comprehended, a technique created at the cost of his own life force.

As the Slaughter Sword ca forth, the four sensed grave danger. They retreated quickly but still sustained serious injuries.

The Evil Qi contained within the Yuanhong was imnsely terrifying. Even Ye Fan would not resort to this move unless he had no other choice.

PFFT!

The four were all grievously wounded, but they did not fall back. Instead, the five of them repositioned, forming a pentagon to guard against Ye Fan.

He had intended to press his attack while they were weakened, but he was equally weak at this mont. The heavy internal injuries he had sustained, combined with the vital energy expended to execute the Slaughter Sword, left him in dire straits. He now had barely enough strength to protect himself.

What a powerful sword strike! If the four of us hadn’t dodged quickly enough to share its impact, even two of us facing that attack would have undoubtedly died! one of the figures thought, shocked.

The other three also had deathly pale faces. They had been nearly killed by Ye Fan’s single attack. The one who had been injured earlier was now filled with dread.

Given the circumstances, it’s a good thing there were five of us. If there had only been four, it seems it would have been impossible to kill Ye Fan.

They hadn’t underestimated Ye Fan’s power from the start; otherwise, they wouldn’t have dispatched five of their mbers. Even so, they still hadn’t gauged his true strength accurately. Ye Fan’s might had far surpassed their expectations. In this battle, even if they ultimately managed to kill him, it would cost them the lives of at least one or two of their own.

Now, both sides were locked in a stalemate of mutual suspicion. Ye Fan was unsure of the Five Poisons’ remaining combat strength, and likewise, they couldn’t be certain how much power Ye Fan had left. Before he had executed the Sword of Slaughter, he had appeared to be in this very sa weakened state. They had been deceived by his appearance. If they rashly advanced and took another hit from the Sword of Slaughter, the situation would beco disastrous. Therefore, the five n did not advance. They stood their ground, motionless.

"The Mo Sect’s Five Poisons, unmatched in this world!" one of the dark figures shouted.

As if understanding his command, the other four quickly changed positions. The five of them encircled Ye Fan, appearing to activate an Array.

Ye Fan was on full alert, watching them carefully. He knew they were about to deploy the Five Poisons Array.

In truth, he had already considered retreating. But if he fled now, the Heavenly King Hall would inevitably be annihilated. For the sake of the Heavenly King Hall and his own ambitions, he had no choice but to fight to the bitter end.

At that mont, the phantom of a black centipede appeared behind one of the figures. Phantoms of other poisonous creatures appeared behind the rest: a venomous snake, a scorpion, a spider, and a toad. These were the Mo Sect’s Five Poisons. Though they were only spectral images, Ye Fan knew their true power was about to be unleashed.

The five venomous phantoms glared at him with triumphant nace.

Suddenly, the spectral centipede charged toward him. Ye Fan drove his Pure Yang Power forward to clash with it, sending the phantom recoiling backward.

But at that mont, the other four poisonous phantoms assaulted him, biting and tearing at his body. The battle turned exceedingly brutal. As the five spectral beasts bit into him, an overwhelming wave of pain swept through his entire body, and Ye Fan spat blood again.

The Five Ancestors of Mo are truly tough opponents.

They were the founders of the Mo Sect, a faction whose na instilled dread across the world. They each possessed their own unique strengths, and their power represented the pinnacle. The Mo Sect Poison Technique was second to none in the world. While their mastery of poison had reached its zenith, their martial prowess was by no ans weak!

Ye Fan struggled to his feet. He took out one of the Elixir Pills he had refined from the thousand-year-old ganoderma and swallowed it quickly. Imdiately, his body began to recover at a rapid rate.

"This is bad! Stop him from recovering!" an Ancestor of Mo shouted as he charged forward.

The remaining four also surged in to attack.

In the nick of ti, Ye Fan moved. His eyes snapped open, fixating on the Ancestor of Mo who was rushing to stab him.

"Die!"

Ye Fan swung the Yuanhong Sword, slashing down in a single stroke.

The attacks from the other four blasted him away, causing him to spill blood again. He could now exert half of his strength at most—perhaps even less—and looked to be on his last breath. However, the Ancestor of Mo who had charged him first now lay on the ground, cleaved in two, having died a miserable death.

"ARGH!"

The four remaining ancestors looked at Ye Fan with furious rage. Although they had been vigilant, Ye Fan had still imperceptibly found an opening and successfully slain one of them.