Free Web NovelChapter 620: Chapter 619: Extreme Torture
The Evil Punishment Main God seethed with resentment, still wanting to command the evil dragon to stop Ye Fan from succeeding.
"Break!" Ye Fan shouted. A golden radiance burst from his body, and as the light dispersed, the evil dragon shattered into pieces.
As the evil dragon crumbled, the Evil Punishment Main God felt a gut-wrenching pain. Just then, Ye Fan charged toward him with his final move—one he cherished, and also the most lethal.
"You think you can defeat me with this move? You’re talking nonsense..."
He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he was struck speechless. Even the God Slayer nearly fell to his knees in awe, because Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword was already pressed against the Evil Punishment Main God’s neck.
With such blinding speed, he had achieved a perfect fusion of offense and defense in the blink of an eye. This young man was truly extraordinary.
The Evil Punishment Main God was deeply disappointed. He finally understood what had happened. Ye Fan had been holding back from the very beginning. Over the last six moves, Ye Fan could have felled him with a single blow, but he had chosen to spare his pride, preventing him from suffering a humiliating defeat. freёwebnovel.com
So, Ye Fan had deliberately let him survive nine moves, only defeating him on the final one. To sum it up, Ye Fan could have defeated him in a single strike all along. This was his conclusion.
Therefore, he said, "I’ve lost."
"You went easy on me, Senior," Ye Fan replied immediately.
"Excellent, excellent! That’s my Junior Brother for you! So damn impressive! Old man, are you convinced or not?" the God Slayer said, filled with unconcealed pride for his Junior Brother.
The Evil Punishment Main God shot a fierce glare at the God Slayer and snapped, "I wasn’t beaten by you! What are you so smug about?"
But the God Slayer remained as cocky as ever. It was a deep-seated habit; he was the type who could get punched just for walking down the street.
At that moment, the Evil Punishment Main God turned to Ye Fan. "In that battle, I saw wisdom, strength, and a profound state of mind."
"You have reached the pinnacle in all three aspects. You are worthy of my submission. Furthermore, I believe you will surpass my former master, the Ancestor of Tianyuan!" His praise for Ye Fan was exceptionally high.
Ye Fan responded humbly, "Senior, you flatter me."
"Very well. Follow me," the Evil Punishment Main God said.
Ye Fan and the God Slayer followed him into his secret chamber, where the Main God declared, "From this day forward, you are my master!"
"No," Ye Fan said. "I see you only as my Senior Brothers. I have never intended to rule over you from a position of superiority."
"Very good! Truly worthy of the man the God Slayer holds in such high esteem. From today on, I will call you Junior Brother, but both the God Slayer and I submit to you!" the Evil Punishment Main God stated firmly.
Ye Fan said nothing. He was just now realizing that truly evil men were far easier to get along with than sanctimonious hypocrites. At least they disdained petty schemes.
Then, the Evil Punishment Main God asked, "You’ve cultivated a Body Refining Technique?" Since Ye Fan had destroyed his evil dragon with sheer physical force, he surmised that Ye Fan must have practiced such a technique; otherwise, he couldn’t possibly be so powerful.
"That’s right. I have indeed cultivated a Body Refining Technique," Ye Fan replied. "It’s an inheritance I received from the Demon Refining Sacred Land," he added without hesitation.
"The Demon Refining Sacred Land? Junior Brother, are you pulling my leg? That’s a holy land of the Demon Clan! How could they possibly allow an outsider like you to set foot inside? Still, your physique is no weaker than theirs! In fact, it might even be stronger!" the Evil Punishment Main God said.
But the God Slayer interjected, "Old man, it seems you still don’t understand our Junior Brother. That’s understandable. I’ll forgive your ignorance!"
"What do you mean?" the Evil Punishment Main God asked, confused.
The God Slayer explained, "Junior Brother not only excels in cultivation, crushing all Martial Artists in the same realm, but that’s not his greatest strength. He possesses something that surpasses the Ancestor Realm Bloodline!"
"What?" The Evil Punishment Main God felt a terrifying shift in the air.
The God Slayer continued, "Junior Brother possesses a power that surpasses the Ancestor Realm Bloodline. And on top of that, he and the Seven-Colored Demon Empress are an item!"
COUGH, COUGH.
Ye Fan was mortified. Couldn’t he have been a little more tactful? I’m blushing!
The Evil Punishment Main God was truly stunned. He exclaimed, "Having an affair with the Seven-Colored Demon Empress, combined with a bloodline that surpasses the Ancestor Realm Bloodline... that’s truly terrifying. No wonder he’s so strong!"
Ye Fan was speechless. These two aren’t great lords of evil; they’re a pair of old scoundrels. Fine. I’ll tolerate it. After all, I’ve been a scoundrel myself once, so I won’t hold it against these two old-timers.
The God Slayer looked at the Evil Punishment Main God with disdain. "Junior Brother has countless tricks up his sleeve. This is just a small part of it!
"Anyway, you’ll see in time. It’s a dead certainty that Junior Brother will surpass our master. I believe that by the time he reaches your level, he will undoubtedly become the Master of the Divine Domain. In the same realm, no matter how dazzlingly brilliant or powerful you are, you can’t compare to him.
"Because in the same realm, he is the absolute strongest!" the God Slayer declared proudly.
The Evil Punishment Main God was genuinely shocked, floored by this young man who wasn’t even a Middle-Level God.
Curious, he asked, "Junior Brother, how long have you been cultivating?"
He was very interested in this. From the God Slayer’s introduction, I have every reason to believe his cultivation time doesn’t exceed two hundred years. That’s terrifying in itself! Reaching this level in two hundred years is something even the Ancestor of Tianyuan couldn’t have done.
Ye Fan replied calmly, "Senior Brother, I’ve been cultivating for a little over thirty years."
Thirty years, huh. The Evil Punishment Main God let out a sigh of relief. At that rate, his cultivation speed isn’t that much greater than the Ancestor of Tianyuan’s.
"Wait! Thirty years!" The Evil Punishment Main God nearly choked. Thirty years? Only thirty years? The realization is horrifying. I must have misheard.
He asked Ye Fan again to be sure, "Thirty years?"
Ye Fan had no choice but to repeat himself. "To be precise, it should be thirty years and two months."
The Evil Punishment Main God coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The God Slayer was ecstatic. This is exactly how I felt when Ye Fan tormented me! Now the tables have turned, and it’s the Evil Punishment Main God’s turn. This is true satisfaction! When it comes to shocks like these, is there anyone in the entire Divine Domain who wouldn’t be instantly crushed by him? Not a single one.
The Evil Punishment Main God steadied himself. "To become this terrifyingly strong in just thirty years... Junior Brother, the future of the Divine Domain is yours!"
"Well, to be specific, I’m thirty years old. I started cultivating martial arts at sixteen. I hadn’t cultivated before then, so I’m not sure if the whole time counts. Let’s just go with thirty years for now," Ye Fan said with a flat tone, his words carrying an unspoken meaning: *Sigh, my cultivation speed is far too slow. To have only reached this level after thirty years... I’m so dissatisfied!*
Another spray of blood erupted, but this time, it wasn’t just the Evil Punishment Main God. Even the God Slayer coughed up blood. This casual flex from Ye Fan had caught them completely off guard. Every word was a lethal, indefensible blow. Even though the God Slayer had thought himself prepared, he was still instantly crushed when Ye Fan spoke. Utterly defeated.
They realized that being thirty years old didn’t mean thirty years of cultivation. No one starts cultivating in the womb. That meant he had only been cultivating for fourteen years—fifteen at the absolute most! Fifteen years to go from a mere mortal to the Sixth Nirvana.
It was a feat more monstrous than defying the heavens. To them, Ye Fan wasn’t a prodigy; he was a monster, a complete and utter freak of nature whose cultivation couldn’t be measured by common sense.
The two of them were metaphorically slain by Ye Fan’s effortless flex. Only now did they realize that compared to him, they weren’t even worthy of being called dust.
