Ch. 246 - Their Ancient Scripture

The distant sound traveled for more than ten miles, echoing through the Cloud Severing Mountain Range. A golden fist shook the sharp sword away. Cracks appeared all over it, and then it shattered inch by inch, like rotten wood weathered into dust, falling into a ground covered in golden powder.

“Grand Void Art!”

“That’s right, this is another supreme secret art of the Ji Clan. Within short distances, it can traverse through space, with immense killing power, leaving one defenseless!”

“This is a peerless skill recorded in the Void Scripture, a secret never passed on to outsiders by the Ji Clan!”

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At this moment, the people on the broken mountain finally understood why that disciple had suddenly vanished, he was displaying a strange technique.

This secret art was extremely frightening, ghostly and unpredictable in battle, impossible to guard against, killing without form, and filling opponents with dread.

However, Ye Fan did not fear it. He was very familiar with this technique; Ji Ziyue had passed him the complete incantation. He also knew the Grand Void Art.

Since arriving in the Northern Region, he had never displayed it, fearing his identity would be exposed. There was another reason too, he had mastered the old madman’s footwork, making the Grand Void Art dispensable for him.

Ji Yuncheng was astonished. He did not expect the other party to evade so easily, unfazed by the Grand Void Art, showing no panic.

Silently, Ji Yuncheng vanished again, unleashing the Grand Void Art to attack Ye Fan.

A rumbling sound.

Space distorted and blurred. A giant black hand descended from the void. The scene was terrifying and abrupt.

The vast black handprint covered the sky and pressed Ye Fan below, rumbling as it came down violently. Ye Fan raised his golden fist to meet it.

A deafening clang rang out, like a giant iron hammer striking the divine drum of the heavens, making everyone’s ears buzz and their heads spin.

On the broken mountain, many people staggered backward more than ten steps, their blood and qi surging.

There was no denying it: the black handprint, when combined with the Grand Void Art, had extraordinary effect. The two secret arts together greatly amplified its power.

Below, many spectators turned pale. They felt they could never withstand such an attack. Launched unexpectedly, the black hand could kill cultivators in the Dao Palace Realm instantly.

But Ye Fan took it head-on. His golden fist held back the black hand in midair!

Still, this man was clearly stronger than Ji Yunfeng. The black hand was like a massive dark cloud, shrouded in black mist, rumbling like a mountain as it pressed downward.

It was an extremely terrifying divine power, black and oppressive, shaking the soul. The hand spanned the heavens, as if a black ocean surged down from above.

Ye Fan’s golden fist blazed fiercely. He struck upward nine times in a row, shaking the very sky.

It was a fearsome sight, pure physical strength so overwhelming that his golden fists almost collapsed the void. Nine heaven-shattering punches shattered the black hand in midair!

Ye Fan had mastered the offensive sacred art among the Nine Secrets, capable of evolving many killing techniques, such as the Sun Moon Seal, the Seal of Mountain and River, and the Fire Phoenix Seal.

However, he could not display them here. The War Paragon Art could transform into countless divine seals. If he unleashed all of them with their full power, someone would deduce the truth.

At that point, every Sacred Ground would move against him. For the sake of the Nine Secrets, they would hunt him down, and the Jiang Clan would go mad.

The offensive sacred art of the Nine Secrets could not be displayed in public.

“Ji Clan disciples are nothing special. I thought you were impressive. Why don’t the three of you come at me together, so I don’t have to kill you one by one?”

Ye Fan deliberately taunted them. He knew they would not resort to ganging up unless absolutely necessary, their noble birth came with burdens. Representing an Ancient Desolate Clan, three against one would harm their reputation.

“I alone am enough to defeat you!” Ji Yuncheng shouted.

The two other Ji disciples looked displeased. They had been ready to act moments ago.

“Let him fight fairly first. If he loses, we’ll act together,” one transmitted secretly.

If they truly could not win, they would attack together, killing without hesitation. Life and victory mattered more than reputation, even if it meant enduring criticism.

Ji Yuncheng unleashed his might, using the Grand Void Art to traverse the void with mastery, coming and going without a trace. Black handprints struck the heavens, rumbling so loudly they shook the hearts of the spectators.

Ye Fan’s lips curled in a cold smile. He did not dodge quickly but instead met the attacks head-on, narrowly resolving each crisis, deliberately lulling his opponent into complacency.

“The Grand Void Art truly is peerless, a real trump card. In a fight between cultivators of the same realm, mastering it means you’re inherently undefeatable!”

“It’s terrifying. You can’t predict where the attack will come from. That mysterious man is strong, but now he’s on the defensive.”

“No wonder the Void Scripture is a Grand Emperor’s legacy, its profundity is unfathomable, its secret arts impossible to guess.”

The spectators were filled with awe.

Ye Fan sneered inwardly. Unless cultivated to perfection, this technique could be countered if one’s divine sense was strong enough to predict in advance where the opponent would appear.

Without achieving true unity with the void, it would always produce fluctuations, these could be used to defend against it, especially since he himself had mastered the technique.

Still, Ye Fan greatly respected it. The strange art left by Grand Emperor Infinite Void was truly supreme. Once cultivated to perfection, it would be terrifying, existing everywhere, formless and invisible, killing in the void with a single thought.

Unfortunately, Ji Yuncheng could not yet reach such a level.

As time passed, everyone believed Ye Fan was being restrained by the Grand Void Art and would inevitably lose.

Finally, Ye Fan struck. He judged where Ji Yuncheng would appear, also noting the positions of the two other Ji disciples.

The void blurred. Ji Yuncheng had just emerged when he felt a crushing pressure like Mount Tai. A golden fist, unstoppable, awaited him, he had walked into it himself.

Although his black handprint was already formed, it could not block it. This time Ye Fan’s twin fists were several times stronger than before.

Golden fist winds roared, radiance blazing, thick golden clouds rolling like an ocean of waves. Many cultivators on the broken mountain were swept into the air, let alone those in the sky.

Ye Fan struck to kill, breaking the black handprint. The golden fists roared like a tidal wave, shaking the heavens.

With a boom, Ji Yuncheng, pitifully, ran straight into the fist. The Grand Void Art was his victory and his downfall; he delivered himself into the blow.

With a wet sound, Ji Yuncheng was smashed into pulp. Even a Four Pillars Realm cultivator would have perished from such a strike.

Golden waves surged into the sky, shaking all directions. Heavy golden clouds filled the heavens, and many people were swept away.

“Yuncheng!”

The two Ji disciples watching cried out. The Grand Void Art had clearly restrained the opponent, how had it suddenly reversed into a killing blow?

Enraged, they attacked together!

Before striking, Ye Fan had already calculated their positions. He vanished, he did not intend to kill only one person.

In that instant, he displayed the Ji Clan’s Grand Void Art, appearing out of thin air to cut off one man’s path, unleashing a black handprint!

The change was too sudden. No one expected this great enemy to know the Ji Clan’s peerless Grand Void Art.

Ye Fan’s timing was precise. When he manifested, the Ji disciple happened to rush forward, straight into the terrifying black hand.

It was the Void Palm driven by the War Paragon Art, like a black firmament pressing down, its power beyond imagination.

With a chilling crack, the black hand smashed the Ji disciple to pieces, body and spirit destroyed.

“You…” The strongest of the four Ji disciples rushed over, face pale, lips trembling.

Below, the crowd erupted. It was unthinkable, he had used the Ji Clan’s supreme secret art to kill a Ji Clan disciple.

“Heavens, he performed the Grand Void Art to kill a Ji Clan expert.”

“No wonder he feared it not, he has mastered it too.”

“Who are you really?!” Ji Yunlin demanded, face like iron. Of the four young Ji elites, only he remained after less than half an hour.

By now, the disciples of the Radiant Light Sacred Ground could not stand idle. The Ji Clan’s people were almost wiped out, so they rose into the sky.

“You held this gathering for young cultivators in Cloud Marsh just for me, so, who do you think I am?”

The white mist dispersed, revealing Ye Fan’s true face. He stood quietly in the sky, black hair flowing, eyes clear, robes fluttering, carrying an otherworldly air.

“It’s you… Ye Fan?!” Ji Yunlin felt his mind explode. He had never imagined it would be him.

The four Radiant Light disciples were equally shocked. The very target had come here to slaughter and cause chaos, it was beyond their expectations.

The cultivators of Cloud Marsh below were stunned, then the place erupted in noise. This youth was the one the Ji Clan wanted dead. It was shocking, bold beyond belief. Under the Ancient Desolate Ji Clan’s hunt, instead of hiding, he had dared to show himself.

“Your Grand Void Art against mine, your handprint against mine, let’s see whose is stronger!” Ye Fan said.

“You…” Ji Yunlin almost spat blood.

“Didn’t you want to kill me? Well, I’ve come to you today!” Ye Fan made it clear he intended to slaughter.

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