Free Web NovelChapter 603: Chapter 602 Evil Valley
Ye Fan shouted, "Silence!"
He channeled his power into the Yuanhong Sword and slashed down, instantly shattering the four opposing blades. The moment their swords broke, the four cultivators were sent flying backward.
Amid their shock was a deep sense of despair. Although their Array was formidable, they had overlooked one crucial factor: Ye Fan’s sword. If their own swords were of poor quality, then even the most potent Array was useless before Yuanhong, the King’s Sword.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan stood his ground, unleashing waves of Sword Qi. With each swing, another person was torn apart by its force.
This was true power.
"Senior Brother, save me!" the seductive woman pleaded with Yan Xun.
Yan Xun had just moved to rescue her when he saw her sliced apart by Ye Fan’s Sword Qi. Turning to his two other subordinates, he found they had suffered the same fate.
But it wasn’t over. Ye Fan’s Sword Qi surged toward him. Yan Xun dodged instantly but was still gravely wounded. He struggled to his feet and stared coldly at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan sneered, "So this is all the Spirit Taming Sect amounts to!"
Yan Xun retorted coldly, "You are making a foolish decision, one that will result in the Spirit Taming Sect hunting you throughout the Divine Domain! Flee to the ends of the earth, and you still won’t escape our pursuit!"
But Ye Fan simply said, "Is that so? The Spirit Taming Sect will be destroyed sooner or later; the time just hasn’t come yet. But before that happens, you must die!"
Yan Xun laughed wildly. "Kill me? A pity you won’t get the chance!"
"I think otherwise!"
Ye Fan immediately raised the Yuanhong Sword and slashed down. However, just as the blade was about to strike Yan Xun, his body began to dissipate. The sword strike hit empty air.
Yan Xun’s furious voice echoed, "Boy, I will remember you. From now on, prepare to face the wrath of the Spirit Taming Sect!"
Ye Fan called back, "Then you’d best remember my words as well. The one who destroys the Spirit Taming Sect will be none other than me!"
He struck again, his sword slicing through Yan Xun’s flickering, ethereal form. Although the attack didn’t gravely injure Yan Xun’s true body, an enraged roar echoed from afar. It was all in vain.
Ye Fan felt a pang of regret for not being able to kill Yan Xun, but he didn’t fear the Spirit Taming Sect. After all, as a member of the Human Clan, he was a natural enemy of the Divine Race. This was why he had killed the other four without hesitation. He landed on the ground, looking at the three dismembered bodies.
He was about to leave the Beast Tide Canyon when he noticed something on the ground. He picked it up...
It was an invitation. It invited the most talented geniuses of the Divine Domain’s younger generation to participate in a challenge tournament. It was essentially a sparring competition, with the grand prize being the greatest reward in the Divine Domain. This piqued Ye Fan’s interest. Perhaps he could participate as well. He didn’t know what the reward was, but he was sure it wouldn’t be some kind of trick or a disappointment.
What? No invitation?
Ye Fan waved the letter in his hand. If this wasn’t an invitation, what was? He tucked it away, certain it would be useful eventually. However, that was a matter for three months from now.
Standing at the edge of the Outer Realm, he gazed up at the vast, boundless expanse—a place he would never forget. He had gained so much here. Looking into its deepest recesses, Ye Fan clenched his fist, vowing that one day he would be strong enough to charge into its depths.
After leaving the Outer Realm, he set out for Evil Valley. It was a land of slaughter and crime, the most chaotic place in the Divine Domain and one of the three major territories of the Dark God. Ye Fan wasn’t going there for any other reason than to find a few people. It was a place where the Ancestor of Tianyuan had once stayed, guarded by several of his disciples. Times had changed, and Ye Fan knew Evil Valley had new masters, but he firmly believed he could still find clues there.
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Evil Valley was a place where all sorts of people mingled, a gathering point for experts from the Divine Race and powerful members of the Demon Clan. It was said that the Divine Domain’s most wanted criminals could find refuge here and escape justice. But Ye Fan didn’t believe that entirely. He figured it could only protect against warrants for minor offenses. If someone had offended a Sovereign God, Evil Valley could not save them.
After half a month of arduous travel, Ye Fan arrived at this legendary place. Evil Valley was a place where might made right. He found himself in one of its cities, a place that was dark and dreary. As he walked the streets, he saw all kinds of people. He was in the city’s trading market.
The city was known as Evil City.
Within Evil Valley, Evil City ranked among the top five. The one who controlled it, the Lord of Sin, was also one of the valley’s most notorious fiends: the Godslayer. No one knew who the Godslayer was; it was said that anyone who had seen his true face was already dead. In Evil Valley, aside from the Evil Punishment Main God, he was one of the few people you could not afford to provoke. Under his rule, Evil City had grown increasingly prosperous. Although an air of evil permeated the city, it was governed by a powerful and rigid order. Everyone had to abide by the rules of Evil City.
At that moment, Ye Fan was standing inside a trading house. It sold things that were forbidden anywhere else, while common goods were nowhere to be found. One could trade for spirit materials, cultivation arts, and even Godheads in this endless emporium.
Ye Fan was staring at a piece of worthless scrap metal. There was nothing remarkable about it, but for its owner to place it here, there had to be a reason. He kept his eyes fixed on the scrap, which was a piece of a broken sword.
"How much for this piece of scrap metal?" Ye Fan asked.
An attendant replied, "Sir, these items are not actually for sale."
"Not for sale? Then why are they on display?"
Ye Fan found this peculiar. They won’t sell it? Then why is it on display?
The attendant explained, "You misunderstand, sir. These items aren’t for direct sale. They’re all to be auctioned!"
Ye Fan nodded in understanding. "When is the auction?"
"When night falls!"
"Alright."
Ye Fan understood. He examined the scrap metal again. While it looked unremarkable, the sword soul within his Yuanhong Sword was vibrating intensely. He knew this piece of metal must hold some special significance for his sword. With that, he resolved to acquire it, no matter the cost.
「Night finally fell.」
Night was the perfect time for slaughter.
When Ye Fan entered the auction hall, he found that many people had already gathered. A good number of them had cultivation levels far stronger than his, though there were also plenty who were weaker. Some looked fierce and menacing, others appeared refined and scholarly, and then there were the women, beauties who outshone all others.
All sorts of people, a truly motley crew—this was the hallmark of Evil Valley.
