Supreme Cultivation Chapter 472 - 471 Devouring Spiritual Tao

Chapter 472: Chapter 471 Devouring Spiritual Tao

WHOOSH!

"Ah!"

A sword pierced through. Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword dripped with blood as Chou Ling let out a painful scream, his body having suffered two grievous wounds from Ye Fan.

Chou Ling roared in fury, "Not even the heavens or the earth can save you now!"

He charged at Ye Fan, who swiftly swung the Yuanhong Sword. But he was a step too slow. Chou Ling struck him, knocking the Yuanhong Sword from his grasp. The punch sent Ye Fan flying, and he crashed through an entire mountain, shattering it completely.

"Not good!" Fa Ming exclaid in shock. He was locked in battle with Ghost Spirit and couldn’t afford to be distracted, but he knew Ye Fan’s chances were slim. The difference in their realms all but guaranteed Ye Fan’s defeat.

Looking at the collapsing mountain, Chou Ling mocked, "An ant is just an ant. For an ant to challenge the heavens is a foolish fantasy!" At that mont, he was imnsely pleased with himself, laughing wildly.

But just as everything settled, a brilliant glow burst forth from the shattered mountain, and Ye Fan leaped up. He was staring at Chou Ling. His entire body was wreathed in radiant light as his Divine Bloodline exerted its full power, nding his broken body.

"He’s still alive!"

Ye Fan’s resilience was beyond Chou Ling’s expectations. He hadn’t anticipated that Ye Fan could stand up unhard after taking such a heavy blow.

Could it be that Spiritual Power has no effect on him?

Indeed, he guessed correctly. The Spiritual Power truly had no effect on Ye Fan. Because he had the protection of the stronger Divine Bloodline, the so-called Spiritual Power couldn’t corrode his body at all. He had only suffered heavy physical injuries.

Chou Ling sensed the extraordinary nature of the golden light. He stated coldly, "You’re just putting on a show. I will beat you until you’re dead!"

He imdiately launched an attack on Ye Fan, rushing toward him with his domineering physical strength. This ti, he didn’t employ Spiritual Power. In his view, since Spiritual Power was ineffective, there was no need to waste any more energy. He charged at Ye Fan with his greatest might.

Ye Fan said coolly, "Just what I wanted!"

"Pure Yang Gang Fist!"

The Pure Yang Gang Fist t the Spirit Path Fist. As the two fists collided, they erupted with a blinding light.

BOOM!

The contest between the two powers was about to begin.

"Still not dead?" Chou Ling exclaid in shock.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light broke through the black Spiritual Power, charging toward him.

"What is this?"

BANG!

The golden light struck Chou Ling’s body.

"Ah!"

He scread again. This ti, he felt as if his entire body was about to be torn apart. He had never anticipated that the golden light could possess such trendous power. He struggled to reassemble his body, then tried to use Spiritual Power to heal himself. But he couldn’t summon his Spiritual Power at all. On the contrary, it was weakening, seemingly devoured completely by the golden light.

Why is this happening?

Chou Ling couldn’t accept this reality. Spiritual Power was the pride of the Spirit Clan, a boundless power bestowed upon them by the gods. He had never imagined that his Spiritual Power would now be rendered utterly useless, completely devoured. Without Spiritual Power, could he still afford to be so arrogant? The answer was no. Spiritual Power determined everything. Without it, he was just a re mortal.

At that mont, Ye Fan said coldly, "Let

tell you why."

"Why?" Chou Ling demanded.

Ye Fan replied, "Because my power can devour yours. You think Spiritual Power is the strongest there is? Clearly, it is not! Even in the mortal world, there are powers far more terrifying than your Spiritual Power. Now, die!"

Ye Fan charged forward, unleashing the Pure Yang Divine Gang once more. Chou Ling tried to resist but was no longer Ye Fan’s match. He suffered an even more miserable defeat and was sent flying by the Pure Yang Divine Gang.

Ye Fan grabbed his arm and yanked hard!

"Ah!"

With a spray of blood, Chou Ling scread in agony. He truly hadn’t expected Ye Fan to be capable of destroying his physical body. In excruciating pain, he gathered his strength for another punch. Ye Fan t it with a punch of his own. In that brutal collision, Chou Ling’s fist was shattered.

He howled, looking at Ye Fan in despair.

He can destroy my physical body!

This was the one thing Chou Ling couldn’t comprehend. Ye Fan was clearly only at the Saint level, so how could he destroy his Reincarnation Realm physical body in such a major confrontation?

But Ye Fan simply said, "My flesh beca immortal long ago. Chou Ling, this wasn’t a wise move!"

He charged at Chou Ling, his fist smashing into Chou Ling’s jaw and instantly breaking it. He then launched three consecutive attacks. After the third strike, Chou Ling was utterly defeated, struggling to get up from the ground.

Ye Fan walked toward him and said, "This isn’t despair yet."

He rushed over and, before Chou Ling could react, dug his crossed hands into Chou Ling’s flesh.

"Take a good look at the sun one last ti," Ye Fan said, "because you won’t get another chance."

Chou Ling replied coldly, "An ant will always be an ant!"

He spat a mouthful of blood onto Ye Fan’s face. Ye Fan’s expression, originally icy cold, suddenly contorted, becoming fierce and terrifying, like a ferocious beast enraged.

"Die!"

Ye Fan ripped with all his might, and Chou Ling’s body was instantly torn in two.

The mont Chou Ling fell, Ghost Spirit sensed it. Engaged in a white-hot battle with Fa Ming, he was startled by the shock of Chou Ling’s death. Fa Ming seized the opportunity, shattering his skull with a single punch.

Fa Ming was inwardly rejoicing, but his celebration was cut short. He never expected that Ghost Spirit’s fist had already pierced through his body. He stared, his heart filled with bitter unwillingness, but it was useless. He collapsed weakly to the ground.

Ye Fan shouted, "Pure Yang Gang Fist!"

He unleashed the technique. Now, the so-called warriors of the Spirit Clan couldn’t withstand a single blow. With the fall of the two Spirit Clan Commanders, they were like stray dogs, completely crushed by Ye Fan. Only a small fraction managed to flee.

At that mont, Ye Fan saw the unmoving Fa Ming. He walked over and checked his breath, finding that Fa Ming was only critically injured and on the brink of death. At least he had managed to cling to life.

The surviving Spirit Suppressing People scread with joy. It was the elation of surviving a catastrophe, as they had all been prepared to die. Who would have thought that they would survive such a brutal war?

Of course, it was all because Ye Fan had killed Chou Ling, changing the fate of the entire war. At the sa ti, they seared the image of this man into their minds, for he had saved their lives on the battlefield.

Ye Fan’s journey to kingship was gradually unfolding.