Free Web NovelChapter 602: Chapter 601 Sharp Blade Edge
"I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes!"
Hearing Yan Xun’s threat, Ye Fan’s killing intent intensified.
"You’re only strong in body. True masters make their name with the sword."
Yan Xun immediately drew his blade. His movements were so swift that his sword was back in its scabbard in the blink of an eye. In that same instant, a corner of Ye Fan’s clothing was torn away.
"This time it was just your clothes," Yan Xun said. "The next cut will be for your head."
Ye Fan didn’t respond. As a light breeze passed, Yan Xun suddenly found himself unable to speak. A single strand of his hair drifted down, having been severed into three perfect segments that landed in a neat, straight row before him.
This display of skill was an undeniable act of intimidation.
Yan Xun was aghast. In the instant he had drawn his sword once, Ye Fan had somehow struck four times. The disparity was terrifying. From start to finish, he hadn’t seen how Ye Fan had drawn his sword, nor had he even caught a glimpse of the weapon. He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, realizing with a jolt that Ye Fan was also a master of the sword. No, not just a master—his swordsmanship was sublime, having reached the absolute pinnacle.
He couldn’t accept it. After all, he was the Young Master of the Spirit Taming Sect and had focused on practicing the sword since childhood. He was confident that among the entire younger generation of the Divine Domain, no one could surpass him in swordsmanship. But now, he was forced to acknowledge the reality that Ye Fan was far more formidable.
Yan Xun’s three subordinates were also stunned by Ye Fan’s display. It was clear that in this contest of swordsmanship, Yan Xun was leagues below Ye Fan. They, too, drew in a sharp breath of cold air.
At this, Yan Xun finally spoke. "So you are also a master of the sword. My apologies for the offense."
"Let’s go!" he instructed his three followers.
But just then, Ye Fan spoke up. "You can go, but the three of them must stay!"
With this single sentence, the fragile truce shattered, and the atmosphere grew incredibly tense.
Yan Xun spun around. "Are you sure?"
"I’m very sure," Ye Fan said coldly.
These three had hurled insults at him. As a man, how could he simply let it slide? It was time to settle the score.
"It seems you are far too arrogant," Yan Xun retorted. "Just because I choose not to fight you doesn’t mean I fear you. My Spirit Taming Sect has never feared anyone in the entire Divine Domain!"
But Ye Fan merely replied with a calm expression, "Then starting today, your Spirit Taming Sect will have someone to fear. And that someone is me."
He drew the Yuanhong Sword and advanced toward the group.
Although the three subordinates were afraid, Yan Xun’s presence kept their fear from completely overwhelming them. Still, they all thought that Ye Fan was unbelievably arrogant to disrespect even the Spirit Taming Sect.
"In that case," Yan Xun said, "allow me to experience your swordsmanship firsthand and see if it is truly as sharp as what you just demonstrated!"
He charged forward, unleashing the power of Sword Control. His single sword multiplied into a myriad of blades, forming a dense, swirling mass. The momentum was truly overwhelming. It was a slaughtering advance aimed at Ye Fan; any ordinary person would have been torn to shreds.
But Ye Fan remained calm and fearless.
The Flight of a Myriad Swords was the ultimate swordsmanship of the Spirit Taming Sect. The three subordinates watched in awe, as this was a technique few could ever master. Even within the sect, only a handful of people knew it, let alone someone as young as Yan Xun. The technique was utterly terrifying.
Yan Xun was incredibly proud. This swordsmanship was the culmination of thousands of years of research and refinement by the Spirit Taming Sect until it was practically flawless. It was the perfect strike, one that few could withstand. The only option was to flee.
A myriad of swords flew into the sky, obscuring the sun as they descended, enveloping Ye Fan from all directions.
Standing on the ground below, Ye Fan remained perfectly still.
"That pretentious bastard! He actually dares to face Senior Brother’s move head-on. I bet he’ll die a miserable death!" the woman said through gritted teeth.
The other two deeply agreed. Even if Ye Fan’s swordsmanship was brilliant, no one could block this world-shaking strike.
But at that moment, Ye Fan moved.
He focused his power into the Yuanhong Sword and shouted, "Futian Sword Dao!"
A single strike from his Futian Sword Dao collided with the Flight of a Myriad Swords. It was, without a doubt, a terrifying clash. As the move landed, countless streams of Slaughter Aura surged forth. When this Slaughter Aura crashed against the thousands of flying swords, the air became a maelstrom of intersecting sword techniques. Within this endless Sword Qi, the exposed skin of the three onlookers was slashed open.
Such razor-sharp swordsmanship was simply unbelievable.
The two techniques canceled each other out. Yan Xun was furious. Just as he prepared to unleash a second attack, a wave of Slaughter Aura tore through the air.
"What?" Yan Xun was instantly shocked. He couldn’t believe his Flight of a Myriad Swords had failed to block Ye Fan’s Heavenly Subduing Sword.
In his moment of astonishment, Ye Fan’s Sword of Slaughter pierced through his body.
"Ah!" Yan Xun screamed in agony.
At this critical moment, his three followers opened their eyes to witness an unbelievable scene: Yan Xun was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his wound. The hand holding his sword trembled uncontrollably. In a duel between masters, victory is decided in a flash, with every move potentially fatal.
He had lost. He, the so-called strongest Sword Dao Genius in the Divine Domain, who had swept through the world of swordsmanship undefeated, had been defeated. He felt a profound sense of humiliation. Among his contemporaries, he had always believed himself to be an unbeatable myth of the Sword Dao.
Ye Fan, meanwhile, stood calmly in the wind, holding the Yuanhong Sword.
"Your technique may be flawless," Ye Fan said with a cold smile, "but you yourself are not. You exposed your weakest point right in front of me. You thought that was clever? No, it was foolish."
"Senior Brother!"
"Young Master!"
The three rushed forward to help Yan Xun up, but he shoved them away. Pointing his longsword at Ye Fan, he said coldly, "That was just an accident! My Spirit Taming Sect is the number one Sword Sect in the Divine Domain. You have no right to judge my techniques! Now, I’m going to kill you!"
He was overwhelmed by a severe sense of defeat. If he didn’t kill Ye Fan, Ye Fan would surely become his Heart Demon. If that happened, achieving any further breakthroughs on his path of cultivation would be nothing more than a fool’s dream.
With that, he stood up to face Ye Fan directly.
"Attack together! Kill him!" Yan Xun shouted. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
The four of them nodded and quickly spread out, surrounding Ye Fan from four different directions, intent on trapping and killing him.
Ye Fan said coldly, "Still think you can beat me with an array?"
"That’s right! Have a taste of our Spirit Taming Sect’s Sword Control Formation!" Yan Xun roared. freewēbnoveℓ.com
"Heavenly Flying Sword!"
The four men’s swords flew from their hands into the sky. Guided by their collective power, they shot down toward Ye Fan. He deflected one instantly, but the other three pressed down on him, their movements incredibly agile as they attempted to land a fatal blow mid-flight.
