Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 184 - 121: Qinghe Sect Disciples Stunned, Too Scared to Act
Until a moment later, a peerless demon fiend from the Demon Sect finally exclaimed, eyes filled with disbelief.
But those who spoke such words were far from limited to the Demon Sect; even disciples of the Hundred Sects couldn’t help but express their shock and disbelief: "Yunmo Yan... Yunmo Yan is actually dead?"
At this moment, whether they were the prodigies and prides of the Demonic Dao Sects or new and old disciples of the Hundred Sects, none could believe their eyes, seriously doubting whether they had misseen.
This foremost peerless demon fiend beneath the ’Battle Domain’ Spiritual Essence Realm of the Demon Sect, Yunmo Yan, who was a Half-Step Spiritual Essence Realm cultivator, was actually dead.
The being who battled with the Hundred Sects disciples for over a year and beheaded more than ten Profound Sea Realm peak cultivators, who was nearly invincible in the Profound Sea Realm, just fell like that? 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Not only did he fall, but he fell into the hands of a new disciple of this ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain.’
For a moment, this battlefield seemed eerily silent, with many even slowly lowering their weapons, some looking blankly at that region.
"Impossible, it can’t be; Yunmo Senior Brother is a Half-Step Spiritual Essence Realm cultivator, how could he fall?"
"It can’t be, it can’t be, this isn’t real, this can’t be real, Yunmo Senior Brother, get up, hurry and get up, kill that new Divine Sword Sect disciple."
Countless Demon Sect cultivators shook their heads frantically, clearly showing the extreme psychological blow of Yunmo Yan’s fall, as though it shook some kind of belief.
At this moment, that figure became the focus of attention, garnering worldwide attention. However, this time, it was different from before, as this time, the vast attention included countless Demonic Dao cultivators.
Among the crowd, the Divine Sword Sect seniors responsible for looking after Ye Xiaofan gazed at this enormous change, each one breathing heavily, their eyes filled with untamed shock.
Lin Changkong’s junior brother, whom he secretly ordered them to protect, had actually killed that Demon Sect presence who was nearly the pinnacle within the Profound Sea Realm.
To know, more than a year within, even with the Hundred Sects teaming up with several Profound Sea Realm peak cultivators, they couldn’t shake Yunmo Yan, and even their side suffered deaths and injuries. This led to the Hundred Sects having to employ multiple Profound Sea Realm peak experts to hold him off each time he appeared.
And now, the one existence that troubled the Hundred Sects disciples so greatly fell, and fell into the hands of a new disciple of the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain.’
How could this not leave them feeling shocked and incredulous?
Doesn’t this mean that the junior brother’s talent and power are even more terrifying and fearsome than Yunmo Yan?
But he’s only cultivated for less than two and a half years, this is simply a fantasy tale.
"Yunmo Yan was actually killed by Junior Brother Ye?"
A Divine Sword Sect senior brother had a parched mouth and tongue, his eyes filled with indescribable shock.
After this battle, it will stir not only the Wang Yang cultivators of the ’Battle Domain’ from the Hundred Sects but also those on the Demon Sect’s side.
This battle achievement is practically defying the heavens, especially being achieved by a newly initiated disciple of the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ making it unimaginably terrifying.
And as this battlefield descended completely into a shocking silence, with countless people standing like clay figures, not moving at all.
In front of Ye Xiaofan.
"You... who exactly are you?"
The peerless demon fiend from the Demon Sect who had been pursued all along was gasping for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear, his body involuntarily trembling.
Hearing this, Ye Xiaofan’s blood-red pupils showed no ripple but slowly said: "A person driven to desperation by you all, a person you all wanted dead at all costs, just an ordinary disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, that’s all."
Buzz––!
As Ye Xiaofan finished speaking, the Luoyu Sword trembled slightly. With a single sweep of the sword, it slashed, directly wiping him out.
And not until he wiped out the peerless demon fiend did his reddened eyes gradually calm down.
A calm Ye Xiaofan quietly watched this scene, then slowly looked towards the countless prodigies and prides of the Demon Sect in the distance.
When countless Demon Sect disciples saw that figure slowly looking towards them, they were struck as if by lightning, subconsciously retreating half a step.
Seeing this, Ye Xiaofan’s expression changed slightly.
And just at this moment.
Suddenly, without warning, an extremely robust voice abruptly echoed throughout this heaven and earth.
"You little bastard, return the life of my Moyan!"
Boom––!
But then, from the zenith of the sky, a terrifying presence suddenly descended.
Ye Xiaofan looked up, eyes filled with enormous shock.
At the instant that terrifying presence descended, the Profound Sea within him began to tremble violently, as if it were an instinctive response to some deadly threat, causing his entire aura to become disordered at this moment.
That power was terrifying to the point of despair.
Even Ye Xiaofan was instantly locked in place, unable to move, only able to watch as the power crashed down.
"True Self Realm expert!"
Ye Xiaofan’s first thought was of a True Self Realm expert.
"This is bad, not good."
High upon the sky, Lin Changkong also observed this scene, his expression drastically changing.
However, he wanted to intervene, but it was already too late.
From the zenith of the sky, a figure clad entirely in black descended swiftly, the True Self Realm aura swept over like a deluge, its dreadfulness making one’s scalp numb.
Ye Xiaofan felt the terrifying disparity spanning two Great Realms, his entire being struck as if by lightning.
At this moment, the impending feeling of death made him feel such powerlessness and despair, not even a trace of resistance could arise.
