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"Make your move!"
Outside the Listening Rain Pavilion, in Azure Stone Plaza, Ye Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, speaking calmly with an air of superiority.
At that moment, Xing Qu stood opposite Ye Fan, his expression stern and filled with deep disdain. "I've already said it before; if I make a move, you probably won't have a chance at all."
If it weren't for Dugu Laomo's message urging him to personally test Ye Fan's capabilities, Xing Qu wouldn't even bother to engage with someone like him.
Just a brat of seven or eight years old, he thought. Although he didn't know what means Ye Fan had used to become Wuma Changkong's son-in-law, and how even a Master Alchemist like Lang Sun Chuan willingly called him master, how strong could he really be?
With his Peak of Ascension cultivation, did he really need to take action himself?
But since it was Dugu Laomo who personally instructed him to test Ye Fan, he certainly couldn't refuse.
"Fine, since you're so confident, then prepare to receive my attack!"
Ye Fan glanced at Xing Qu with a hint of exasperation. In an instant, he moved like an arrow released from a bow, soaring into the air and landing directly in front of Xing Qu. He swiftly extended a palm forward.
This palm strike appeared ordinary, lacking any visible fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Xing Qu frowned slightly. Is this it?
His disdain only deepened.
Then, Xing Qu casually struck out with his own palm to meet Ye Fan's attack.
However, the moment their palms made contact, Xing Qu's expression shifted slightly.
A terrifying surge of spiritual power erupted from Ye Fan's palm, crashing forth like a tidal wave.
Xing Qu's brows furrowed deeply as an equally formidable force burst forth from his hand.
However, the sheer intensity of Ye Fan's strike was overwhelming, sending Xing Qu hurtling backward.
After flying several meters, Xing Qu finally steadied himself, his gaze fixed on Ye Fan, a bloodthirsty ferocity flickering in his eyes.
"Is this your so-called strength?" Ye Fan floated down lightly, retracting his hand and looking at Xing Qu with disdain. "You're hardly a challenge!"
"What? Xing Qu was actually pushed back by him?"
"This... how is this possible? Xing Qu is a figure of Ascendant Peak, claimed to be invincible below the God-Slaying Stage!"
The elders and disciples of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect gasped in disbelief at the sight before them.
Even the elders and disciples of the Supreme Demon Sect were taken aback.
While they knew that Ye Fan had incapacitated Hong Junfeng of the Ascension Stage with a single blow, who was Xing Qu?
The Demon Son of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect, the best candidate to become the next sect leader—how could he be compared to Hong Junfeng?
Yet here he was, being forced back by Ye Fan. How could this be?
Lang Sun Chuan was equally stunned, unable to fathom that Ye Fan could contend with a prodigy like Xing Qu.
"Boom!"
Once stabilized, Xing Qu erupted with an incredibly terrifying aura, his eyes glaring at Ye Fan as he declared, "You speak so boldly. Just now, I only used less than thirty percent of my strength. If you have the ability, then take my punch!"
The atmosphere around Xing Qu was fearsome, filled with an overwhelming and violent demonic energy. Suddenly, he soared into the sky and hurled a punch directly at Ye Fan.
The force of the punch surged like an enraged dragon breaking through the sea, shaking the void.
The momentum was relentless, as if it aimed to shatter all obstacles in its path.
"Master, be careful!"
Xing Qu's punch was infused with fury, its power astonishing.
Even a typical Peak of Ascension expert would likely hesitate to take it head-on.
Lang Sun Chuan shouted loudly and stepped forward, ready to assist Ye Fan in blocking Xing Qu's fierce strike.
However, at that moment, figures emerged from within the Listening Rain Pavilion: Wuma Changkong, Wuma Xian'er, and Dugu Laomo.
Dugu Laomo glanced at Lang Sun Chuan and said, "Why is Master Lang so anxious about a spar between juniors? Rest assured, Xing Qu is not reckless; he will know how to control his strength."
Although Dugu Laomo spoke casually with a smile on his face, an immense pressure subtly bound Lang Sun Chuan in place.
Dugu Laomo was a Pinnacle of God-Slaying expert. While Lang Sun Chuan was at the Late Stage of God Slaying in cultivation, the difference between them was like a chasm between heaven and earth.
Faced with the overwhelming presence of Dugu Laomo, he found it nearly impossible to move even an inch.
At that moment, Xing Qu's fist had already descended in front of Ye Fan.
"So it turns out that Demon Son Xing Qu just used less than thirty percent of his strength earlier. No wonder that kid was able to withstand a blow from Demon Son."
"That's right. This time, Demon Son is going all out; his attack is unstoppable. With this punch, he probably won't come out unscathed!"
The disciples and elders of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect wore faint smiles on their faces, each one bowing respectfully to Dugu Laomo and Wuma Changkong, their gazes once again fixed on Xing Qu and Ye Fan.
"Is that so?" Ye Fan felt a surge of spiritual energy erupting within him, rushing toward his arm. He casually extended a hand and said, "Then let me see just how powerful your punch really is."
As Ye Fan's palm reached out, it instantly transformed into a massive shadow of a hand, directly intercepting Xing Qu's incoming fist.
Xing Qu was in a diving position, his body angled downward, and an unparalleled terrifying force erupted from his fist, surrounded by swirling demonic energy, making it seem unstoppable.
However, when his fist collided with Ye Fan's palm, his expression changed in an instant.
As his fist struck Ye Fan's hand, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
It was as if the hand blocking him was not merely a shadow but a massive steel plate.
And it was immovable!
"Great Accomplishment Period?"
"How is that possible?"
Feeling the aura emanating from Ye Fan, Xing Qu's expression darkened further, and he exclaimed in shock.
At the same time, a surge of power erupted from him like a flood, aiming to shatter the shadow of Ye Fan's palm that stood in his way.
Ye Fan let out a cold laugh, looking at Xing Qu with a mocking gaze. "There's nothing impossible; you just haven't encountered me before!"
As his voice fell, Ye Fan suddenly clenched his fist, trapping Xing Qu's punch within his grip. With a powerful motion, he sent Xing Qu's body flying away.
"Boom!"
A dull thud followed as Xing Qu's body crashed against a nearby peak before sliding down.
"Your punch is strong, but it lacks follow-through. Clearly, you're all show and no substance. Young man, you need to work on that!" After effortlessly tossing Xing Qu aside, Ye Fan dusted off his hands and spoke nonchalantly.
Earlier, Xing Qu had asked him for guidance, and now it seemed as if Ye Fan was genuinely instructing him.
The elders and disciples of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect stared blankly at Ye Fan, their smiles frozen on their faces once again.
Especially after hearing Ye Fan's words, they felt an overwhelming sense of irony!
"You’re asking for death!"
Suddenly, just when everyone thought it was over, Xing Qu's figure shot back into action. An endless wave of bloodthirsty energy surged from him, enveloping him in what appeared to be a blazing inferno.
“Blood Transformation Technique!”
Xing Qu's figure appeared above Ye Fan, extending a hand from above and directly pressing down towards him.
“Blood Transformation Technique! The Supreme Divine Art of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect!”
Upon witnessing this scene, both the elders and disciples of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect, as well as those from the Supreme Demon Sect, including Lang Sun Chuan, gasped in shock.
“Xing Qu, do you want to die?”
Wuma Changkong shouted furiously, not caring about Dugu Laomo's thoughts beside him. He reached out a hand, ready to intervene.
But Ye Fan's slightly indifferent voice came through: “There’s no need for the Sect Master to worry; I can handle this.”
As his voice fell, Ye Fan extended his left hand, laying it flat against his chest, while his right hand raised two fingers, moving with the grace of a divine brush. In an instant, he traced patterns in his left palm at lightning speed.
“One hand divides Yin and Yang, one hand separates life and death. A turn of the hand brings life; a flip brings death.”
With that declaration, Ye Fan suddenly looked up, his cold gaze sweeping towards Xing Qu above him. His tone was indifferent as he asked, “How do you wish to die?”
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