Chapter 541: Chapter 540 Devouring Array Soul

At that moment, Ye Fan’s cold voice rang out from below. "Are you done with your performance? It’s my turn now!"

"Futian Sword Dao!"

He unleashed the Futian Sword Dao, which shot upward with an incredibly sharp momentum.

"Ah!"

The Array Soul deployed the four light pillars to defend itself, but they couldn’t withstand Ye Fan’s ultimate power—a force so overwhelming that no one dared to look at it directly. Without the four light pillars, the Array Soul’s power grew even weaker. Ye Fan appeared before it and roared, "What gives you the right to fight me now! I just want you to know that mortals can shake the heavens!"

"Is that so? Since you’ve surprised me, then let’s die together!" The Array Soul activated the array, intending to perish along with Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan said mockingly, "Too late!"

He thrust his sword through the Array Soul.

But the Array Soul laughed even more maniacally. It cackled madly at Ye Fan, "Is this the power you’re so proud of? You fool! I’m immortal! Do you really think a single sword strike can kill me?"

The Array Soul hadn’t expected Ye Fan to make such a colossal mistake. To the Array Soul, however, this presented an escape route. So what if Ye Fan defeated it? He still couldn’t kill it.

"Old friend, what do you think of the prey I’ve prepared for you? I’m sure you’ll like it!" Ye Fan said teasingly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"What do you mean?" The Array Soul didn’t understand what Ye Fan meant, but it was about to find out.

Just then, the Yuanhong Sword began to radiate immense energy fluctuations.

"What is this?"

The Array Soul reacted instantly, but in the next moment, its expression twisted. It had scented a familiar aura. It was an aura identical to its own, but compared to this hidden presence, its own power wasn’t even a tenth as strong. A more powerful Artifact Spirit had appeared.

"Ah!"

What followed were its agonized wails and hoarse shrieks. It was being devoured, and at an incredible speed. The other’s greed was beyond its imagination.

"My lord, please spare me!" the Array Soul pleaded.

The other being’s rank was far, far higher than its own. It felt as if the other was lurking, a nightmare from the depths of darkness, devouring everything. But its cries were useless. The Sword Spirit devoured it completely.

Immediately after, the Slaying Spirit Array exploded and shattered into pieces.

The Spirit Clan Commanders, still in shock, realized that the battle had ended. However, the battle didn’t end with a victory for the Slaying Spirit Array, but rather with its complete annihilation. The color drained from their faces. Even an array capable of slaying gods had been crushed by Ye Fan. Their hearts filled with despair. One by one, they took their own lives, certain that with Ye Fan’s current strength, no one could contend with him unless the Divine Race intervened.

The Slaying Spirit Array—a formation that struck fear into both the Spirit Suppressing People and the entire Spirit Domain—had been utterly crushed by Ye Fan. At this point, Ye Fan was no longer just a creator of legends. He himself was a legend who had surpassed all legends.

Ye Fan retracted the Yuanhong Sword, which seemed on the verge of transformation, for the Sword Spirit had just devoured a formidable Array Soul. It was impossible for Ye Fan to be unhappy about this change. He put the Yuanhong Sword away, knowing its power would be even greater the next time he wielded it.

Only then did he realize that his own strength was drained. With his energy depleted, he couldn’t stop himself from plummeting from the sky. He knew he was in for an embarrassing landing this time.

"Crap! I’ve really lost a lot of face this time!" Ye Fan gave a bitter smile, though he felt more frustrated than anything else.

Fortunately, a flash of white light shot by as the Yan Clan’s White Tiger appeared. The beast enlarged its body, preparing to catch Ye Fan. Seeing this, Ye Fan felt a wave of relief. This clumsy guy is finally being reliable and helpful for once. My doting on him wasn’t for nothing.

WHOOSH!

However, Ye Fan still made a spectacular landing on the ground, smashing a large crater into the earth. It was clear the White Tiger Spiritual Beast still held a grudge against him.

"Damn it! So unreliable!" Overcome with frustration, Ye Fan passed out.

At that moment, the Martial Artists from the Spirit Suppressing Domain who were watching could not contain their laughter. It was a joyous laughter, the kind that comes after a victorious battle. No one could believe that a powerhouse of Ye Fan’s caliber couldn’t handle a simple fall, so they laughed until their sides ached. Witnessing such bright smiles after a war was a rare sight indeed. Usually, the mood of warriors after a battle is somber and heavy, with no hint of laughter. Without a doubt, Ye Fan was the one who had produced all this laughter.

What made Ye Fan’s situation even more tragic was that fainting was a luxury he couldn’t afford; he simply couldn’t pass out. He saw all their smiling faces. He was so angry he could hardly catch his breath. The White Tiger Spiritual Beast, meanwhile, put on an innocent, cuddly look as if to say it had nothing to do with it.

"Brother Ye, are you alright?" Fa Ming was the first to rush to Ye Fan’s side.

Ye Fan looked at him with a pained expression and said, "Quick, knock me out!"

"What? Why would I knock you out?" Fa Ming asked, struggling to hold back his laughter.

How frustrating! Just when I need him to play along with the act, this old guy refuses to cooperate! Instead, he’s just laughing his head off. Isn’t the blow to my pride big enough already?

Ye Fan was on the verge of tears. He urged hastily, "Just knock me out! Otherwise, I’ll lose too much face!"

Fa Ming immediately understood. Before Ye Fan could react, he chopped him on the back of the neck, and Ye Fan fainted spectacularly. For Ye Fan, of course, this was a release. If he hadn’t fainted, the shame would have been unbearable. He was already deeply embarrassed, but as he passed out, he had one last thought. Whatever. Laozi is out cold and doesn’t know a thing. Laugh all you want! Laozi couldn’t care less.

While Ye Fan was unconscious, his Ancestor Realm Bloodline began to repair his body. As soon as the restoration was complete, he awoke.

"Damn, the war is finally over," Ye Fan sighed in relief, his head covered in sweat. He had just had a dream where the Divine Race descended. He tried to turn the tide of battle, but he was completely powerless against them. If I can’t become a god, I’ll never be a match for the Divine Race.

Ye Fan knew his next objective: he had to condense a godhead and ascend to godhood. But he also knew it wouldn’t be that simple. The complexity and difficulty were certain to exceed his imagination. Otherwise, the West Spirit King would have become a god long ago instead of waiting until now.

The war in the Spirit Domain was completely over, and the Spirit Suppressing Domain could finally enjoy a period of stability. But Ye Fan was aware that behind the Spirit Domain, the Divine Domain still lurked menacingly. He knew nothing about the Divine Domain. In his opinion, the so-called ’gods’ were just beings who were stronger than mortals—to put it bluntly, they were just exceptionally powerful Martial Artists. Yet, they used these grand titles to project their power, enslaving mortals to serve them, tormenting and humiliating them at will.

In Ye Fan’s eyes, that was all the Divine Race amounted to. It was just that his current strength couldn’t yet match a god’s.