Supreme Cultivation Master

At that moment, Feng Xingjiu berated the Purple Pill Sect Master. "How dare the insignificant Purple Elixir Sect not kneel upon seeing my Kai Feng Sect? Do you not understand the difference between ranks?"

The Purple Pill Sect Master responded, "We are all on the path of righteousness. Why must Master Feng trouble a weak woman like me?"

"Weak woman?" Feng Xingjiu said coldly. "If you were a weak woman, you wouldn’t be the Purple Pill Sect Master."

At this, Ye Fan spoke up. "I don’t think your Kai Feng Sect is qualified to make us kneel!"

Instantly, the entire hall erupted in anger. The Kai Feng Sect’s status was well-established, and Ye Fan’s words were clearly meant to humiliate them.

"You ignorant child! Are you unaware of the might of my Kai Feng Sect?" an elder chastised.

Ye Fan replied, "However mighty your Kai Feng Sect once was, that’s all in the past. You can’t live under the halo of your ancestors’ glory forever!"

"Silence! Even without our ancestors, the Kai Feng Sect is still an existence your Purple Elixir Sect could never hope to reach!" another elder shouted.

Ye Fan then said, "Each generation brings forth new talent. I am not here to humiliate you. My goal is simple... to defeat you!"

So, he had truly come to provoke them. The six Great Elders stirred, ready to act, but Feng Xingjiu spoke first. "A challenge has its rules. Since we are all on the path of righteousness, I have no wish to kill you. Who will you challenge first?"

Feng Xingjiu said this without any intended insult, adhering completely to the rules.

Ye Fan nodded. "Very well. I am the Dragon King, a Guardian Elder of the Purple Elixir Sect. I’ll start with the six Great Elders. The six of you can come at me at once!"

At his words, the crowd was convinced Ye Fan was merely boasting. What an outrageous claim, to challenge all six of them at once! Wasn’t he afraid of his words coming back to bite him? If the six of them joined forces, even their Sect Leader would be no match for them. This man hadn’t just come to issue a challenge; his arrogance was nauseating.

"No need! I alone am enough to crush you!" an old man declared, stepping forward.

"I am the Second Elder of the Kai Feng Sect!" he announced. "If you want to challenge the six of us, you’ll have to get past me first!"

Feng Xingjiu said, "Very well, Second Elder. Teach him some manners!"

"Yes!"

Ye Fan said, "Come on, then. If you can withstand three of my moves, I will admit defeat and kneel. How about it?"

The crowd was in an uproar again. In their eyes, Ye Fan wasn’t just arrogant; he was a complete lunatic. Utterly insane.

The Purple Pill Sect Master quickly warned him, "Don’t be reckless! They are all renowned experts with long-established fame!"

"Don’t worry," Ye Fan replied. "I’m confident."

At that moment, unable to contain his anger, the Second Elder charged at Ye Fan. He unleashed the Kai Feng Sect’s Thousand Mile Flying Sword, condensing countless streams of Sword Qi into a single blade aimed directly at Ye Fan.

Seeing this, many martial artists from the Kai Feng Sect couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. The Second Elder was the third-strongest expert in their sect. His strength was unparalleled, especially his unique mastery of the Flying Sword Skill. As he unleashed it now, his power surged like the mighty Yellow River, creating a spectacle so overwhelming it inspired despair in all who watched. He had reached the legendary realm of Man-Sword Unity.

But Ye Fan simply shouted, "Break!"

In the next moment, everyone was dumbfounded. Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword was already pressed against the elder’s neck.

The Second Elder was horrified. If Ye Fan had intended to kill him, he certainly wouldn’t be standing here unharmed. There was no doubt about it; he had lost. It hadn’t even taken the promised three moves; he couldn’t even withstand a single one.

Feng Xingjiu and the other Great Elders were astonished. They knew the depth of the Second Elder’s skill, but they never expected him to fall so easily before this man. Ye Fan’s power had far exceeded their predictions.

The audience still hadn’t recovered from the shock.

As for the Purple Pill Sect Master, she found her heart helplessly captivated. Any woman would feel a sense of worship for such a man, and at this moment, her admiration for Ye Fan was simply beyond words.

Ye Fan sheathed his Yuanhong Sword and said, "I was fortunate."

"A loss is a loss. I have no trouble admitting it. You don’t have to say that!" Though the Second Elder had a fiery temper, he was the type of man who could accept defeat gracefully. Even though he had lost, he felt no shame or anger.

Feng Xingjiu said, "Excellent swordsmanship. You are truly worthy of being the one who slew the Blood Demon Ancestor. However, next, it will be six against one! You could also choose to face just three of them!"

Ye Fan replied, "There’s no need for that trouble. If the six of them together are too strong, then it will just be my bad luck. Come on! All six of you, attack me together."

Immediately, the six Great Elders stepped forward, spreading out to confront Ye Fan from all corners. With the six of them united, Ye Fan’s defeat seemed certain to everyone watching. He didn’t appear to have even a sliver of a chance.

A strong radiance emanated from each of the six men. Their light condensed into swords of six different colors. Every color was present except for purple.

The seventh sword must belong to Feng Xingjiu, Ye Fan thought.

Then, the six leaped onto their swords and shouted at Ye Fan, "Do you dare to fight us in the sky?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Ye Fan retorted, grasping his Yuanhong Sword and leaping into the air.

At that moment, the onlookers could only see a kaleidoscope of lights radiating in the sky, each beam glaringly bright. High above, the six swords flew forward, each strand of Sword Qi possessing a unique intent.

"Chaotic Sword Dance!" the six roared.

The six swords split, attacking Ye Fan from different directions.

"True Self Sword!"

The Yuanhong Sword soared upward. With each swing, it repelled one of the attacking swords. As each sword was sent flying back, its corresponding elder was also flung away. The Chaotic Sword Dance was easily unraveled by Ye Fan.

Then, the six shouted again, "Six Swords Union!"

The six swords immediately merged, forming a giant sword that rushed toward Ye Fan.

"Slaughter Sword!" Ye Fan also roared.

The Yuanhong Sword expanded infinitely to meet the giant sword. As they clashed, the tip of the giant sword suddenly snapped. The six elders were shocked. They hurriedly poured endless energy into the blade, trying to repair the tip. But before they could, the entire sword body shattered. This terrifyingly bizarre technique plunged them into a panic. Two of them couldn’t hold on and were immediately sent flying back.

"Break!"

The six nearly fell from the sky. They condensed their Sword Qi once more. Since the group attack had failed, this time they fought individually, riding their swords through the air in endless cycles as they battled Ye Fan.

"Fall!" Ye Fan roared, knocking an elder from the sky. The man crashed ungracefully onto the plaza below.

He had obviously lost. Knowing this, he didn’t return to the sky, aware that if Ye Fan had wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.

Everyone was stunned. They hadn’t expected an elder to be defeated so soon after the fight moved to the sky.

Feng Xingjiu ground his teeth in frustration. The six Great Elders were the pride of their sect, after all! Now that one had already fallen, what about the remaining five?

But before their thoughts could even settle, another elder fell. It was the Second Elder who had fought Ye Fan before.

"I have lost!" the Second Elder admitted willingly. This was the second time Ye Fan had defeated him, and this time, he was thoroughly convinced of his loss.

The Purple Pill Sect Master grew more confident. The Kai Feng Sect, which had once seemed so untouchable to her, now appeared surprisingly fragile before Ye Fan.

In this world, cultivation is paramount. Power truly decides everything, she thought.

Another elder fell. By now, three elders had been defeated. The hearts of the crowd turned to dead ashes, their hopes completely shattered.

Feng Xingjiu knew it was all a foregone conclusion. There would be no turning this defeat into a victory.