Chapter 545: Chapter 544: Arrogant Prematurely

At this moment, Ye Fan said, "I also determined there was something wrong with you from your aura. The martial arts practiced by the descendants of the Ancestor of Tianyuan always carry Tianyuan Power! Even if it’s faint, it’s still discernible. However, from the very beginning, I was focused on the energy emanating from your body. You don’t possess any Tianyuan Power at all. Instead, you’re filled with the aura of the Divine Race. I’ve battled their pets before, so I know exactly what their aura feels like!

"So, you’ve been lying from the very start!"

Ye Fan pointed the Yuanhong Sword at him.

Ye Fan’s mind was remarkably meticulous. If he hadn’t carefully examined those records before being summoned by that voice, or if he hadn’t read about the aura cultivated by the Ancestor of Tianyuan’s lineage in the scriptures of the Spirit Suppressing Domain, he would have been completely fooled. This fellow’s every word had seemed so credible, making it hard to distinguish truth from falsehood. Fortunately, his unique insight allowed him to see through this man’s conspiracy.

"Do you think you can leave this place now?" the man taunted Ye Fan. "I’ll give you two choices: either I kill you, or you use your Yuanhong Sword to sever my chains!"

Ye Fan asked, "What if I choose neither?"

Ye Fan was remarkably calm, even though the other party was a mighty being who had condensed a divinity. It wasn’t that he was fearless, but rather that the man was bound by chains. Even if he was a god, what trouble could he really cause?

"Then die!" the man roared.

He swung the chains that bound him wildly, aiming for Ye Fan. Ye Fan immediately defended himself but was still forced back by the impact.

For a moment, he was tempted to use the Yuanhong Sword to sever the chains, but he knew that would truly set this god free.

The man continued to swing the chains with abandon, forcing Ye Fan to defend passively.

A god was a god, after all. Even when bound, their combat power could not be underestimated.

At that moment, Ye Fan leaped into the air and threw a punch straight down at him. His fist struck its target but seemed to have no effect at all.

"Is this your so-called strength?" the man taunted. "It’s too weak!"

"Of course, this isn’t the full extent of my strength!"

Ye Fan snorted coldly and threw another punch. This time, however, a hand emerged from between the chains and forcefully blocked it. The hand was a bloody mess, but its owner now exuded an imposing, authoritative aura.

Ye Fan had a bad feeling.

The man forcefully twisted Ye Fan’s arm. With a sharp CRACK, it snapped, and Ye Fan was sent flying backward.

"Young man, you’re too arrogant," he sneered. "With your strength, you wouldn’t be able to harm me even if I didn’t resist. That is the gap between us!"

At this moment, Ye Fan struggled to his feet and said, "I finally understand."

"Oh?" The man looked at Ye Fan, completely puzzled.

Ye Fan said, "You seized You Ming’s body. After the Ancestor of Tianyuan fell, you infiltrated the ranks of his disciples. Your goal was the Divine Steel. Your senior martial brother, Song Mu, only discovered your treachery at the last moment, and you two fought. In the end, you were defeated by him. He could have killed you, but he wasn’t certain if you were truly You Ming, so he spared your life and imprisoned you here forever. And if I’m not mistaken, Master Song Mu was also seriously injured by you!"

Admittedly, his words sounded far-fetched, yet they also felt plausible. It was all conjecture, but based on the current situation, it was the most likely explanation. Otherwise, he couldn’t comprehend why they would imprison this man instead of killing him. If they had the power to confine him, they surely had the power to kill him. This man, this "You Ming," had directed all his rage toward Song Mu from the start. His hatred was obvious. Therefore, Ye Fan now had every reason to believe his guess was correct. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"You’ve only guessed half of it right!" You Ming said.

"What about the other half?" Ye Fan asked coldly.

"You don’t need to know the other half," the man declared. "You only need to know that I had a hand in the fall of the Ancestor of Tianyuan as well! Hahaha!"

"They’re a bunch of stupid pigs," You Ming said mockingly. "They never even realized that I devoured You Ming’s spirit long ago. I was the pawn planted among them!"

He laughed without restraint, the laugh of someone who had succeeded. However, he never expected to be seen through by a mere mortal boy. This boy was surprisingly resourceful. He had to admit it.

Ye Fan stated, "It seems your crimes are unforgivable."

"Can you kill me? In the mortal realm, aside from the Ancestor of Tianyuan, only the Five Ancestors of the Yan Clan could harm me. But whether it’s the Ancestor of Tianyuan or the Five Ancestors of the Yan Clan, they have all vanished into the river of time!"

You Ming laughed arrogantly, his purpose clearly being to provoke Ye Fan.

"You’ve forgotten one person," Ye Fan said.

"Who?" the man asked disdainfully.

He considered himself one of the top one hundred experts in the Divine Domain. He refused to believe there was anyone left in this world who could kill him. All those who were capable of it were already dead.

"That person," Ye Fan declared, "is me!"

"You?" he sneered. "If you dare, then come and try!"

At that moment, Ye Fan charged forward and drew the Yuanhong Sword. The instant it was unsheathed, You Ming’s expression changed.

This was the sword that had once made the Divine Race tremble at its very mention. At such a close distance, he feared it too. The only saving grace was that its wielder wasn’t the Ancestor of Tianyuan.

Then, Ye Fan instantly struck. "Futian Sword Dao!"

The blade slashed down. You Ming couldn’t avoid it in time and was severely wounded, a huge gash left on his body.

"Damn it! Boy, you had better not let me live, or I’ll cut you into a thousand pieces!" You Ming roared in fury.

He hadn’t expected Ye Fan to find his weakness. He had condensed a divinity, which meant Ye Fan shouldn’t have been able to harm him. But the Yuanhong Sword was another matter entirely. As the Godslayer Sword, its strike was terrifying to him. If Ye Fan had used this sword from the beginning, how could he possibly have been so arrogant?

"Kill!" Ye Fan shouted, swinging his sword down again.

However, this strike accidentally hit the chains, and they immediately snapped.

The moment the chains broke, You Ming’s laughter grew even more wild, for he was finally free. He turned to Ye Fan, his face a mask of crazed triumph.

But in the next instant, Ye Fan acted. He swiftly swung his sword and severed the man’s head. The head fell to the ground, the manic grin frozen on its face.

Until the moment of his death, he probably never realized he had celebrated too soon. If he had been completely freed from the chains, Ye Fan, even with the Yuanhong Sword, wouldn’t have stood a chance.