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Chapter 403: Chapter 403: A Sword from the West_1

“Roar!”

The monster Huang Yechun clenched his fists and hammered at his chest fiercely, a roar emerging from his belly, his eyes bloodshot as he cackled, “Xu Fan, you little whelp, you’ve forced my hand. Now, it all comes to an end, and I must say, for pushing me this far, your death will not be in vain.”

“Fear, despair, agony… under my evil spirit possession, you will taste them all.”

“Now, I will make my move.”

The voice of the monster Huang Yechun was very deep, carrying a demonic power that penetrated the heart, like thunder exploding in the crowd, causing everyone’s soul to tremble in fear.

Countless passersby turned pale, even from a distance the mingled sense of dread was palpable, instinctively wanting to turn and flee, only to find their legs heavy as if filled with lead.

Yet facing the black monster directly, Xu Fan remained composed, even indifferent, as if he could disregard the monster’s presence.

He watched the monster Huang Yechun, tilting his head slightly, his lips curling with interest as he sized up the creature.

This Sea Blue Star really has something, to think that there would be ancient martial artists here that have learned to communicate with the netherworld’s forbidden arts.

Unexpected!

“Huang Yechun’s” current transformation was not an ancient martial art, but a malevolent secret technique, commonly known as evil spirit possession.

The terrifying power he displayed came from a netherworld evil spirit he had contacted. If defined within the ancient martial arts realms, the monster Huang Yechun’s strength would already be at the level of a Martial King.

Xu Fan understood well and spoke lightly, “It’s a pity. The evil spirit you’ve contacted is only a Centennial Fierce Spirit, just one step away from communicating with the heavens and earth to become a demon spirit, achieving an immortal and indestructible physical body. Right now, your strength is formidable, perhaps even a match for higher-level Buddhist Sect or Dao Sect practitioners who specialize in vanquishing demons and ghosts.”

“Roar~”

The monster Huang Yechun looked at Xu Fan in surprise and roared, “You have good eyes, little fellow, to see through that. Indeed, those annoying Buddhist Sect and Dao Sect folk, even at the same level, can’t handle me. I could say that, unless a Heavenly Venerable appears, I am invincible.”

“Now, you can consider choosing how you wish to die.”

The monster Huang Yechun cackled, the laughter grating on the ears, causing an involuntary shiver, making one’s skin crawl.

Xu Fan couldn’t help but snort in derision, speaking as light as a feather, “You think too highly of yourself. I admit I’ve underestimated you, but even now, you’re not much stronger than I imagined. If you think you can kill me with this, I can only say you’re too naive.”

“Hmm… everyone has arrived, the audience is in place, and it’s about time I made my move.”

“As for you, you little harlequin, it’s time to take your bow… Hmm… I will take good care of you.”

Xu Fan patiently indulged in this verbal exchange to buy time, allowing the ancient martial artists who came to witness this spectacle.

Now that the crowd had gathered, he naturally stopped delaying. His expression cooled, he lifted his right hand and once more took up the Two-Finger Zen Style, golden light swirling around his outstretched index and middle fingers.

The golden light grew denser. Before long, those glimmers of light had coalesced into a Golden Sword.

This Golden Sword, formed from condensed spiritual energy, was less than a meter in length, appearing somewhat slight in Xu Fan’s hands. Against the nearly twelve-meter-tall monster Huang Yechun, it seemed even more like a short dagger, seemingly lacking in killing power.

But Xu Fan was utterly confident in the might contained within, the Golden Longsword bearing a murderous intent that could destroy heaven and earth and wipe out all life.

Not just the mere Huang Yechun, but it seemed as if the very heavens and seas would tremble before it.

Huang Yechun’s complexion changed, looking at the Golden Sword as if seeing the scythe of the Grim Reaper, the claws of demons, the decree of gods.

For a moment, a chilling energy seemed to rise from his feet, straight to the crown of his head. His massive form also began to tremble…

With the appearance of the Golden Sword, it filled him with hair-raising dread and paralyzing fear.

Xu Fan keenly perceived the monster Huang Yechun’s fear, smiling indifferently as he lightly tapped the ground with his toes and sprang into the air.

To onlookers, it appeared as though Xu Fan had leaped onto the top of Huang Yechun’s head in a single step.

Xu Fan stood suspended in mid-air, his serene gaze falling on the ferocious form of Huang Yechun, emanating an imperial aura that seemed to look down on the universe. A ripple like that of water spread outwards from him.

“No… you’re the monster! Dammit, you’re the monster!”

Huang Yechun could no longer maintain his composure, stepping back several paces with a trembling voice.

He couldn’t understand why the tide of battle had turned so swiftly.

The trump card he was utterly confident in amounted to nothing in front of Xu Fan, inducing in him a sense of inferiority.

It wasn’t just him, even the Centennial Fierce Spirit with whom he communicated felt a tinge of fear after glimpsing Xu Fan’s Golden Sword.

Xu Fan looked at the monster Huang Yechun, and with a slight lift of his right hand, the Golden Sword, formed from Spiritual Energy, immediately emitted blinding golden radiance. Patterns lit up the blade as tiny arcs of electricity crackled across the sky. The continuous snapping and popping sounded like firecrackers.

Seeing this, Huang Yechun’s legs went weak, his figure wobbled, and his expression abruptly changed, unable to hide the terror in his eyes.

Moreover, he clearly sensed that the Centennial Fierce Spirit possessing him also couldn’t suppress its fear at the sight of the electric arcs, harboring a strong impulse to turn tail and flee as far as possible.

Even it was scared out of its wits.

Huang Yechun was no exception, instinctively wanting to run.

But he was firmly locked in by Xu Fan’s aura; escaping was futile, he simply couldn’t get away.

However, he was a character of his own right. Despite his fear, he was unwilling to sit and wait for death.

As long as life and death hadn’t been decided, he hadn’t lost. Only the living can have the last laugh.

He had seen this situation before, even personally experienced several miraculous turnarounds from the brink of death.

Thus, even with a mind filled with a mix of shock and awe, he still harbored hope of turning the tables and killing Xu Fan in this dire situation.

With this in mind, Huang Yechun’s face became fierce again. With a sky-shaking roar, he clasped his hands together, lifted them high, and made a sweeping strike towards Xu Fan.

All the bystanders’ hearts skipped a beat, feeling their souls tremble and chills run down their spines.

If they were in the same situation, they would probably faint from fear before being smashed to pulp.

But Xu Fan didn’t even regard this smashing fist as a threat. He coldly shouted, “Huang Yechun, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death.”

As soon as the words ended, Xu Fan’s right hand, controlling the Golden Sword, pressed downwards, and the sword chopped out, meeting Huang Yechun’s strike.

“Boom…”

The instant the Golden Sword moved, the void itself produced thunderous booms, unceasing and ear-splitting, revealing its terrifying might.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Everyone stared fixedly at the scene, only to see a dazzling golden sword light slashing at Huang Yechun amidst the rolling thunder, all in a split second.

Then, they couldn’t see clearly anymore.

Only Ancient Martial Artists of the Qi Drawing Realm and above could barely discern the situation in the field.

The Golden Sword, with unstoppable momentum, effortlessly cut through Huang Yechun’s mighty punch and then continued, without any loss of force, towards Huang Yechun.

Amid the thunder and lightning, the monster Huang Yechun’s armored scales were easily broken by the sword, and immediately his body was cleaved into two halves as if it were nothing more than vegetables on a chopping board.

“No!”

The monster Huang Yechun’s scream abruptly ceased; his body had been sliced in half, the cut remarkably clean.

His blood, like water from an uncontrolled faucet, gushed non-stop, quickly staining a vast area of the ground beneath him red.

At this point.

Huang Yechun was split in two, dead beyond any doubt.

And Xu Fan’s Golden Sword, still with excess power, after cleaving Huang Yechun, continued to slash towards the ground and banged, easily cutting through the flagstone surface and penetrating several meters into the earth.

For a moment, dirt and stones flew around, obscuring the view.

This sword, like the Celestial Immortal descending from the west — embodied profound terror!