Supreme Cultivation Master

At this moment, Ye Fan had no intention of stopping. He struck out again, wanting to smash the Heavenly Mansion Guardian with the Dragon Emperor’s Fist, but just then, someone spoke: "Stop!"

Though the voice didn’t carry much majesty, Ye Fan still felt an immense pressure and a vast power. He was nowhere near a match for this power.

Cold sweat even broke out all over him.

Because Ye Fan had never seen such a terrifying enemy. The Gun God he’d crossed paths with before was already very powerful; even the Heavenly Mansion Guardian couldn’t compare to the Gun God.

But compared to this power, the Gun God’s strength wasn’t even on the same level, like a river trying to compete with the ocean—both are vast.

Yet the gap between them wasn’t just a little. In Ye Fan’s eyes, this power was probably at Ancestor Realm! Even though he had never seen an Ancestor Realm expert make a move.

At this time, a figure appeared.

Everyone was shocked—the Lord of Purple Cloud Mansion had actually shown himself. No one present didn’t know who this big shot was. He was Feng Lian.

A top-three powerhouse of Void Land—no, he should be counted among the top two. The only one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him was the Sect Master of Heavenly Demon Sect, the Sky Demon Emperor. As for which of the two was stronger, no one knew.

But everyone did know that he and the Sky Demon Emperor had already stepped into Ancestor Realm.

That’s right, only someone at Ancestor Realm could have such bearing, such terrifying intimidating power. Aside from Ancestor Realm, his realm definitely wouldn’t just be Subcestor.

Ten thousand years ago, he indeed was a Subcestor. But what he is now, no one knows; what grade of Ancestor Realm he’s reached is still a mystery.

Feng Lian carried himself with imposing dignity; that aura of his alone made people feel fear and despair.

Then, he walked over.

He came to stand before Ye Fan and the Heavenly Mansion Guardian.

"Father!"

"Lord!"

A group of people began saluting.

The Heavenly Mansion Guardian then began to cry out his grievance: "Lord, this brat doesn’t put Purple Cloud Mansion in his eyes at all. He not only beat my men, when I went to reason with him, he even beat me up along with them.

"Please, Lord, uphold justice for me!"

Right now he looked as pitiful as one could possibly be.

Ye Fan said, "You’re spouting nonsense with your eyes wide open. It was clearly your subordinates who blocked my way to demand a toll, and then you said that Black-Iron-grade factions are just low-tier powers!"

"That’s right, they are indeed low-tier powers, but you don’t need to insult them like that. You said your royal mansion wants to wipe out a low-tier faction and doesn’t even need a pretext!"

"I’m asking you—did you or did you not say that?"

"This..."

The Heavenly Mansion Guardian hesitated for a moment and was about to deny it, but Feng Shaohao spoke up. He said, "Father, that did indeed happen!"

The Heavenly Mansion Guardian shuddered in horror. He hadn’t expected Feng Shaohao to choose not to help him at a time like this!

Feng Lian looked down and asked:

"Did he say something like that?"

"He did!"

The crowd spoke up one after another.

The Heavenly Mansion Guardian almost fainted on the spot. He hastily said, "Lord, I have followed you loyally for so many years. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?"

Feng Lian suddenly struck, landing a blow on the Heavenly Mansion Guardian.

"Pff!"

The Heavenly Mansion Guardian died on the spot, his breath cut off in an instant.

At once, the entire venue was chilled to the core. It seemed Purple Cloud Mansion’s iron-faced impartiality really wasn’t just talk.

Feng Lian truly did what he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.

Feng Lian said, "No matter who it is, if they dare act so brazenly, I absolutely will not let them off!"

No one in the hall dared to speak.

They couldn’t help but admire Ye Fan; in front of the Purple Cloud Prefecture Master, he’d still managed to see the Heavenly Mansion Guardian killed. This man was no simple character.

And Ye Fan had defeated the Heavenly Mansion Guardian, proving he had the strength to vie for the top ten of Void Land.

In truth, Ye Fan knew Feng Lian had his own ulterior motives—this was all about deterrence. From the looks of it now, he had executed the Heavenly Mansion Guardian without regard for personal ties.

This proved that he’d long had the intention to kill the Heavenly Mansion Guardian, but just hadn’t found the right opportunity.

Today he happened to use Ye Fan as a breakthrough point.

On the surface, it looked like Ye Fan had benefited enormously, but in reality it wasn’t like that. He was just making wedding clothes for Feng Lian; the people present simply didn’t know the hidden conflicts and interests behind all this.

At this time, Feng Lian said to Ye Fan, "Promising talent. Are you that little hero who slaughtered the Chongyang Demon King?"

"That’s me. The Lord praises me too highly."

Ye Fan replied at once. "Hahahahaha, and you’re even a modest, courteous guy!"

Feng Lian laughed.

By now he was already making calculations in his heart—if Ye Fan could be used by him, then this trip to Infinite Sword Sect would be a huge boost to Feng Shaohao.

That was why he was treating Ye Fan so politely.

Feng Lian said, "Well done. People like you, upright and unyielding, are exactly what this era lacks. If you hadn’t dared to stand up to him—"

"I would never have known that a cancer had already grown inside my Purple Cloud Mansion!"

"Thank you for your praise, Lord. I was only doing my duty."

Ye Fan said.

Feng Lian said, "Alright, the Purple Cloud Mansion grand competition has already begun. I’ve decided the King of Heaven will be promoted by special exception. What do you all think?"

"We have nothing to say!"

The crowd hurriedly responded.

Indeed, they had nothing to object to, because Ye Fan’s combat strength had already been displayed—none of those present were his match.

Aside from Feng Shaohao, who clearly suppressed him by a head, who would dare claim to be Ye Fan’s opponent? There really wasn’t a single one who could fight him.

This time Purple Cloud Mansion was selecting three people. Ye Fan had already been promoted by special exception, and there were still two scorching-hot spots left, while more than ten people were vying for them.

Without a doubt, it was going to be a brutal battle.

Because of this, all the Martial Artists were preparing, determined to seize those two spots.

Feng Lian departed.

The crowd dispersed in a rush, since they still had to participate in the election tomorrow.

Feng Xingjiu said to Ye Fan with approval, "You’re something else. Even Feng Lian couldn’t do anything to you!"

Ye Fan laughed. "Actually, he was just acting for his own sake. I was nothing more than his excuse."

Feng Xingjiu was a smart man and immediately understood what Ye Fan meant.

He then asked Ye Fan, "What are you planning to do next?"

"You may be strong, but the Purple Elixir Sect is still too weak. I’m afraid that if the Little Demon King can’t find you, he’ll take it out on your Purple Elixir Sect!"

Ye Fan said, "Then we kill him!"

Right then, Ye Fan’s overlord style was on full display.

He said to Feng Xingjiu, "Help me lure the Little Demon King into Purple Cloud Mansion. I want to personally strike him down!"

"What?"

Feng Xingjiu had witnessed Ye Fan’s terrifying strength, but the Little Demon King wasn’t easy to deal with either! Facing him now might be a bit premature.

But Ye Fan knew he no longer had much time to wait. He had to kill the Little Demon King. After that, in the year to come, he needed to break through beyond his current realm. Even if he couldn’t reach Ancestor Realm, he had to at least become Half-step Ancestor Realm; otherwise, in the brutally competitive Central Earth World, his realm wouldn’t be enough.

When your realm can no longer sustain your bluffing, the only thing Ye Fan could do was break through—keep breaking through without end to have any chance.

"Find a way to draw him here!"

Ye Fan said again.

Feng Xingjiu replied, "No need. News about you has already been spread. Right now it’s not you looking for him—it’s him coming for you. I think he’ll come knocking very soon!"

"All the better!"

Ye Fan nodded.

Just then, a woman holding a peach-blossom parasol stood in the peach blossom grove. In the sky, the fine, drizzling rain hadn’t yet ceased.