Supreme Cultivation Chapter 353 - 352: The Final Trump Card

Chapter 353: Chapter 352: The Final Trump Card

Although Bai Zhii and Hong Zhi had been severely injured again by the Evil Wing Prince, they had already transferred most of their True Qi to Ye Fan.

"It’s all up to you now!" Bai Zhii’s vision blurred. She struggled to gaze at Ye Fan’s lean silhouette, her consciousness on the verge of slipping away. Leng Dao was bitterly resentful, but unfortunately, he lacked the strength to even rise to his feet.

anwhile, fortified with a substantial infusion of True Qi, Ye Fan thrived like a fish in water. The Evil Wing Prince launched another Blood Clan Kowtow, but Ye Fan stood his ground, for he no longer feared its power. He could now fully resist it.

Ye Fan slowly withstood the imnse pressure from the Blood Wings. Brandishing the Yuanhong Sword, he roared, "Slaughter Sword!"

Inspired by Ye Fan’s resolute spirit, the blade of the Yuanhong Sword humd incessantly. A countless surge of murderous aura and Sword Qi erupted from it. This sword strike was truly worthy of the Yuanhong Sword’s na, causing even the Blood Wings in the sky to pulse with agitation.

What is this? The Evil Wing Prince couldn’t believe his eyes. He realized that the Blood Wings he had summoned were trembling. He and Ye Fan were clearly not Martial Artists of the sa caliber, yet Ye Fan had repeatedly managed to inflict serious damage upon him. Because Ye Fan already had one foot in the Supre Realm and was just an inch away from a breakthrough, his power was nearly on par with the Evil Wing Prince’s.

The Blood Wings in the sky tried to shatter the Slaughter Sword in Ye Fan’s hand, but the prince had tragically underestimated the move. With domineering and ruthless force, it slamd into him. The Blood Wings instantly fractured.

As the Blood Wings shattered, the overwhelming oppressive force that had blanketed the area dispersed in a flash, making everyone feel as though they were seeing the light of day once more. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Fan launched another powerful blow.

"Aargh!" The Evil Wing Prince spat blood. The attack had critically damaged his Dantian, and the Blood Wings on his back simultaneously vanished completely.

"We succeeded!" the crowd rejoiced. Even though they were too weak to exert any strength, they were ecstatic that the Evil Wing Prince had been defeated.

Ye Fan approached the Evil Wing Prince, unsure if he had truly killed him. In his experience, once a Martial Artist’s Dantian was injured, they were as good as dead even if they still drew breath. It was impossible for them to wield any combat power, as the Dantian was a Martial Artist’s second heart. He drew closer step by step. When he was about five ters away, the prince suddenly sprang up, hurling a razor-sharp, blood-colored fang at extre speed.

Ye Fan was gravely wounded by the strike and sent flying backward, half of his life torn away.

This sudden turn of events plunged everyone back into despair. They had not anticipated such a twist at the final mont. They couldn’t fathom what was sustaining the Evil Wing Prince or why he still possessed such formidable power. It was only then that they noticed he had grown two fangs—blood-sucking fangs that revealed his true form. With his blue eyes and vampiric fangs, he was a veritable avatar of terror.

Why are vampires so exceptional? How can he have strength to spare even with a destroyed Dantian? Ye Fan was indignant.

The prince chuckled mockingly. "Are you feeling indignant that I’m still alive, even after you destroyed my Dantian?"

"I was," Ye Fan retorted, "but now I know the answer. The answer is the Bengyu!"

"What?" Everyone’s expression changed. What did this have to do with the Bengyu?

The Evil Wing Prince laughed with scorn. "That’s right, you’re smart. You figured it out in such a short ti. But it’s a pity you’re not smart enough! Because the Bengyu is my second Dantian! Hahaha!"

Following his words, the Evil Wing Prince tore open his shirt. There, embedded in the center of his bare abdon, was an orb of faint, eerie light, seemingly providing him with a continuous supply of power. Who could have imagined the Bengyu had beco his ultimate weapon? It had to be said, this was a mont of true despair.

At the mont he was injured, Ye Fan had never felt such an imnse murderous aura from a person. While the murderous aura within the Yuanhong Sword was more terrifying, that was a Spiritual Artifact. For a person to emit such a potent aura was far too abnormal. It was undoubtedly the handiwork of that deceased Evil Buddha. The Evil Buddha had committed countless evil deeds. After his Shariputra transford into the Bengyu, all his murderous aura and vile resentnt were sealed within it. This was why Ye Fan could feel an endless tide of resentnt and killing intent rolling off the Evil Wing Prince.

Ye Fan felt incredibly frustrated. He could sense the bottleneck to his breakthrough loosening; the Supre Realm seed to be just within reach. At that instant, the Evil Wing Prince attacked again.

Ye Fan struck out quickly, but as he did, his body underwent a transformation. The loosening of his cultivation bottleneck prevented him from using his full strength. This was true despair.

"This is bad! The young man is about to break through!" Hong Zhi exclaid in shock. A breakthrough was a good thing, but it required a stable and safe environnt. For it to happen at such a critical juncture would be counterproductive and could even cause severe internal injuries.

The Evil Wing Prince also noticed the change in Ye Fan, which only amused him further. In his eyes, Ye Fan was already a dead man.

"We can’t let that happen! We have to buy the young man ti to break through!" Hong Zhi roared. At that mont, he and the few remaining monks began to chant Buddhist Scriptures.

As the sound of the scriptures filled the air, the Evil Wing Prince, who had been brimming with murderous intent, found his concentration disturbed, preventing him from focusing completely on fighting Ye Fan.

Damn it, what is going on? The Evil Wing Prince genuinely couldn’t understand what was happening.

Then, an even more troubleso situation arose. The Bengyu within him started to stir, threatening to break free from his body as if it were resonating with the Buddhist Scriptures. After all, the Bengyu’s previous form was a Buddhist Shariputra. Though now filled with resentnt, it could still be influenced by the Buddhist Sect. The Evil Wing Prince had to use all his power to stabilize the Bengyu.

anwhile, Ye Fan was seizing the opportunity to break through. Every second was a race against ti; he had to succeed before the Evil Wing Prince could recover.

The Evil Wing Prince struggled for a long ti, feeling increasingly powerless. However, he soon sensed the source of the problem. His gaze swept over Hong Zhi and the other monks as he bellowed, "You old monks dare to disturb my mind? I’ll kill you all!"

With that, he charged at Hong Zhi and his companions.

The monks’ faces turned pale. They wanted to dodge, but they knew it was impossible. Even at their peak, they would have been unable to evade the Evil Wing Prince. Just as the prince was about to reach them, a figure flashed over.

BAM!

The figure withstood the full force of the Evil Wing Prince’s attack.

The Evil Wing Prince was stunned. Hong Zhi and the others opened their eyes to find Ye Fan calmly holding the prince at bay. Under the moonlight, not a single fluctuation of True Qi could be felt from his body. It was as if he had retracted all his sharp edges, becoming an ordinary man once more.

Returning to one’s original, unadorned state—this was the mark of a Supre.