Chapter 475: Chapter 474: Breakthrough at the Brink of Battle
This ti, however, Ye Fan wielded the Yuanhong Sword. Blood Spirit gained no advantage, but this didn’t an he feared Ye Fan’s strength, as he had yet to deploy his full arsenal. Thus, he was not afraid to fight.
Ye Fan imdiately made his move, charging toward Blood Spirit.
Seeing he had no ti to dodge, Blood Spirit threw Heavy Prison Peak at him. Ye Fan t it with a punch, striking the peak squarely. Instantly, Heavy Prison Peak was sent flying, crashing into a thousand-ter-high mountain nearby.
The mountaintop was instantly leveled, and the earth began to tremble. The force of the blow was undoubtedly imnse.
In that mont, Blood Spirit seized the opportunity to pursue and attack Ye Fan.
"Take this!"
As the punch descended, Ye Fan quickly defended himself. However, he was still forced back a great distance by the sheer montum of the blow.
Blood Spirit pressed his attack again, giving Ye Fan no ti to breathe. In terms of combat power, he was slightly stronger than Chou Ling. He wouldn’t make the mistake of mocking Ye Fan after knocking him down, only to be instantly killed by one of Ye Fan’s ultimate moves in return. He was not that kind of fool.
Seeing Blood Spirit charging murderously toward him, Ye Fan swiftly raised the Yuanhong Sword and unleashed it. The sword shot toward Blood Spirit, who sensed the danger and tried to dodge but was still too slow.
The Yuanhong Sword impaled him through the shoulder.
"Ah!" he scread madly. If he hadn’t dodged so quickly, it would have been far worse than a re pierced shoulder. He was now pinned against the rock wall by the blade.
He strained to pull out the Yuanhong Sword, but this ti it was embedded too firmly.
Seeing his attack had succeeded, Ye Fan charged toward Blood Spirit.
At the critical mont, Blood Spirit unleashed his Spiritual Power, and the rock wall behind him instantly exploded.
Ye Fan was struck in the chest by a flying boulder, causing him to spit up blood. There was no doubt he had suffered serious internal injuries. His wounds had only just healed, and now they were aggravated by the new impact. Ye Fan was deeply frustrated.
From beneath the rubble, Blood Spirit reappeared.
With the Yuanhong Sword still lodged in his shoulder, he glared viciously at Ye Fan and said coldly, "I will make you pay for this, slowly!"
"Ah!"
Blood Spirit clenched his jaw and, with a pained grimace, ripped the Yuanhong Sword from his flesh.
He hurled the Yuanhong Sword at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan dodged deftly as the Yuanhong Sword sliced clean through a distant mountain. It was truly a peerless blade; even Blood Spirit was shocked by its power. He decided then and there: after he killed Ye Fan, the Yuanhong Sword would be his.
"Pure Yang Gang Fist!"
Ye Fan shouted, unleashing the Pure Yang Divine Gang. The power of Pure Yang, fused with his Divine Bloodline, constituted this technique. The Pure Yang Divine Gang was majestic and powerful, surging forward like a torrent of fire.
Blood Spirit raised a Spiritual Tao barrier to block it, but the fiery torrent broke through and slamd into his body.
"Ah!"
Blood Spirit was sent flying, his body pierced through. He struggled to his feet, rapidly regenerating his body, then said coldly to Ye Fan, "As expected of the owner of the Divine Bloodline and the Yuanhong Sword. I underestimated you."
"To think you could injure ... it’s no wonder Chou Ling died at your hands!"
"However, now I’ll show you the difference between
and Chou Ling!" Blood Spirit roared, rging several streams of power into one. In the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of Ye Fan.
What incredible speed!
Ye Fan was shocked. He managed to block the strike, but in the next instant, Blood Spirit vanished.
BAM!
The next mont, Blood Spirit reappeared behind him and attacked.
Ye Fan was sent flying. This was purely a contest of strength.
Though he was sent flying, Ye Fan stabilized himself in mid-air. He began to circulate his energy, preparing to unleash the Pure Yang Divine Gang at its peak strength. But at that exact mont, he was shocked to feel his cultivation bottleneck completely give way.
Damn it!
Ye Fan was startled. Breaking through at such a critical ti was not a good thing. He still had to deal with Blood Spirit, and being vulnerable during the process could an death.
Blood Spirit noticed the change in Ye Fan’s expression and imdiately sneered, "Hahaha, you’re breaking through! Right now, you’re completely vulnerable!"
He hadn’t yet figured out how to take down Ye Fan, so this unexpected developnt was excellent news.
However, Blood Spirit also felt a sense of urgency. Ye Fan was already this strong *before* his breakthrough. If he were allowed to succeed, it would be all over. Blood Spirit knew he would be completely unable to suppress him. The bearer of the Divine Bloodline was truly extraordinary.
Ye Fan was at the most critical stage of his breakthrough, a ti when he could not afford any external disturbances. Unfortunately, he did not have that luxury.
Blood Spirit seized the opportunity to press his attack. His punch shattered the surrounding space, carrying with it a peerless montum.
WHAM!
He landed a solid punch on Ye Fan. Ye Fan felt as if his body was about to be torn apart. If not for the protection afforded by his Divine Bloodline, that punch would have surely been fatal.
Blood Spirit sneered disdainfully, "Still not dead?"
He launched another punch, and Ye Fan imdiately coughed up more blood.
"Die!"
He delivered a savage kick that sent Ye Fan flying into the side of a mountain.
"Still not dead?" Blood Spirit wondered aloud. In his view, Ye Fan had to be on the brink of death. He was very confident in his own strength.
Ye Fan sat weakly where he had fallen, forced to endure Blood Spirit’s attacks while desperately trying to complete his breakthrough. It was clear that he was on his last breath.
Blood Spirit said coldly, "You’re tough to kill. But that just makes this more of a challenge!"
"Heavy Prison Peak, return!"
At Blood Spirit’s shout, the massive peak flew from the flattened mountaintop and back into his hand. He gathered all his strength, channeling all his Spiritual Power into Heavy Prison Peak until it grew to an imnse size. If it previously wielded the force of ten thousand, it now possessed the might of a hundred thousand. Holding such a massive object, every step he took caused the ground to cave in, unable to withstand the trendous weight.
The ground cracked and shattered beneath his feet as he ran, intending to crush Ye Fan completely.
At that mont, Ye Fan’s eyes were still tightly shut.
There’s no ti left! Ye Fan thought urgently. If he couldn’t break through now, he would have to take the full force of Blood Spirit’s devastating attack. Could he possibly survive such a blow? The answer was clearly no.
I’ve got it!
At this most critical juncture, Ye Fan suddenly grasped the mysteries of the Reincarnation Realm and broke through in a single instant.
Blood Spirit was triumphant, his treasure already smashing down toward its target. At that very mont, however, Ye Fan’s eyes snapped open.
As Heavy Prison Peak descended, he t it with his bare hands, catching it. Though his legs sank deep into the earth from the force, he looked up calmly at Blood Spirit.
Blood Spirit continued to pour on the pressure, but Ye Fan didn’t move an inch.
"Impossible!"
Blood Spirit couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His imnse strength was completely useless against Ye Fan
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