Chapter 2004 - 1869: Using Public Office for Private Revenge

Chapter 2004: Chapter 1869: Using Public Office for Private Revenge

"滴答!"

A drop of crimson blood dripped from the tip of the spear, chilling to the eye.

This scene sent a shiver down everyone’s spine, a chill racing from the soles of their feet to the top of the skull.

Blood splattered, staining the ground red. A Saint Lord who had been a saint for many years was split in two by a spear and had half his body kicked to pieces. What does this signify?

Everyone present felt a chill down their spine!

The scalding blood was crimson and dazzling, making one’s heart palpitate.

Some young strong people who were initially eager froze instantly, as if struck by cold fear!

In the face of absolute strength, they felt incredibly insignificant.

Of course, some powerful young cultivators were not afraid of him but thought the situation was unclear and didn’t want to act rashly, fearing being used as pawns.

"Hiss!"

Zheng Wuji and Baili Han gasped, their faces turning extraordinarily ugly.

Ye Fan’s strength was beyond their expectations, and they sensed bad things ahead.

If no stronger person stops Ye Fan, their lives are in jeopardy.

At this moment, they fully stimulated their potential, performing beyond their usual capabilities, and fled quickly at lightning speed.

Due to Pang Ran’s obstruction, the distance between them widened again.

Yet, they had no sense of security, as if being hunted by a Primordial fierce beast, fleeing in panic like runaway dogs, frantically escaping for their lives.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Fan’s gaze was determined, with a killing intent, as the blood-colored spear pierced through the void, traversing space in a flash, chasing them from behind.

"Split up!"

The two turned pale as golden paper, terrified to the extreme, feeling a real threat of death from Ye Fan.

They never thought they’d be so close to death one day, using all their strength.

Just then, a terrifying Holy Might overwhelmed everything.

The Law Enforcers appeared!

With him were three Saint Lord level strong people who had been saints for many years, positioning themselves in four directions, surrounding Ye Fan.

"The Law Enforcers are here, Ye is doomed!"

"It’s said that the Law Enforcer reached the peak of the Mid-stage Venerable Realm dozens of years ago, just a step away from the Peak of Venerable Realm, with deep combat power."

"Four Saint Lords at the Venerable Realm, with two at the Mid-stage Venerable Realm, this is an absolute kill, Ye the Demon Clan spy is definitely doomed."

People discussed it, with many unable to help but retreat, unable to withstand the vast Holy Might like a sea.

Zheng Wuji and Baili Han felt reassured, sneering at Ye Fan from afar.

In their view, no matter what extraordinary methods Ye Fan had, he couldn’t escape from the Law Enforcer and the combined attack of three Saint Lord level strong people.

As long as they kill him, they are completely safe.

"Fellow colleagues, please take action to capture this villain!" Law Enforcer Pang Shitong spoke, his gaze ferocious.

He was tall, with a jade-like face, looking heroic, wearing golden armor, his hair tied with a purple-gold crown, the whole person strong and tall, though his gaze was cold and ruthless.

"You really think highly of me, mobilizing four Venerable Realm Saint Lords!"

Ye Fan’s gaze was calm, speaking indifferently, automatically excluding Pang Ran, which made the elderly Saint Lord who had been a saint for years furious.

"No more nonsense, you’re a Demon Clan spy, everyone should execute you!"

The Law Enforcer shouted righteously, exuding a strong Holy Might, demanding reverence.

"Action!"

The three Saint Lord level strong people advanced simultaneously, each terrifying beyond measure, their presence astonishing, making the whole Ancient City tremble as if three Demon Gods had descended.

Everyone watching was affected, even three Saint Lords attacking simultaneously could be a sure kill against a Lord Realm cultivator not yet sainted.

"Buzz!"

The three Saint Lords were very confident, not using their full strength, nor utilizing Holy Weapons, merely slapping with their palms, terrifying Holy Power sealing the surroundings, imprisoning space.

Had this been before, Ye Fan would surely have been captured without suspense.

However, having thoroughly comprehended the laws of eight elements, his Eight Phase World Domain had reached its ultimate, his own cultivation reaching the extreme of Lord Realm Peak, just a step away from Venerable Realm.

Chasing Star Step also allowed him to understand a profound realm, involving the domain of time, stepping out reversing the sun and moon, turning back time.

"Swish!"

He was like an illusion, his figure shimmering in place, directly breaking through the confines, piercing between the three.

He knew very well if he didn’t kill Zheng Wuji and Baili Han in front of everyone, he couldn’t prove his innocence.

Now he had to take risks, traversing space at the fastest speed, appearing beside the two, using the most basic Wild Horse Splitting with the blood-colored spear, stabbing at their foreheads.

He wanted to extract their Divine Souls, displaying their memories and origins in public, to clear his name.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two were stunned to the core, desperately sacrificing dozens of spiritual treasures to resist, almost resorting to death martial arts.

"Puff!"

"Puff"

Both suffered soul injuries, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of blood, their forms slumping down.

The onlookers were shocked; none expected Ye Fan to calmly escape despite the joint assault of three Saint Lord-level experts, nearly killing two trialists — his power was astonishing.

Since ancient times, how many could achieve such a feat?

Though Ye Fan’s strike didn’t completely kill them, it broke their death cores with Pure Yang Qi, nearly extinguishing their lives.

If not for their secret technique of Fake Qi Blood, they would have been exposed by now.

"How daring!"

The enforcer’s face turned iron blue as he flicked his finger, sending a fierce Killing Light straight to Ye Fan’s Yu Zhen Point.

This is one of the thirty-six major death points of the human body; even slight damage could be fatal, not to mention an attack from a Peak of Mid-stage Venerable Saint Master.

Forced into a corner, Ye Fan had to give up killing the two, using the move Rhinoceros Gazing at the Moon to meet the Killing Light with a screeching gun light.

"Boom!"

Light erupted, like a sun exploding, its dazzling rays causing many watching trialists to close their eyes involuntarily.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Ye Fan stepped back three times to stabilize himself, his tiger’s mouth tingling numb — he was inwardly shocked at the power of a Mid-stage Venerable Peak Saint Master.

"Obediently surrender, or be killed without mercy!" Law Enforcer Pang Shitong said coldly.

"Screw you!"

Ye Fan couldn’t help but curse. He knew Pang Shitong didn’t care whether he was a Magic Clan spy, only wanting to kill him for revenge for his brother and nephew.

"Don’t assume I don’t know you’re using this chance to avenge your brother?"

"You can think that way; you massacre elite humans, making today’s capture legitimate both publicly and privately." Pang Shitong said emotionlessly, his voice calm yet containing an irresistible Holy Might.

In this Tenth City of the Human Race, he was the law, with none able to defy his will. He invited three Saint Lord-level experts to act together, not wanting any unforeseen accidents.

Seeing the cold, indifferent gazes around him, Ye Fan chuckled wryly; humanity’s coldness was laid bare at this moment.

One couldn’t blame people’s indifference; his status hadn’t been definitively determined, and previously, both the Divine Race and Demon Clan identified him as the Magic Clan spy.

No sympathy naturally comes toward a Magic Clan spy.

Many even believed that whether he was a Magic Clan spy or not, he had to be killed now, or he’d pose a huge threat to other trialists.

"They are the real Magic Clan spies!"

Ye Fan pointed to Zheng Wuji and Baili Han lying weakly on the ground, now extremely vulnerable from Pure Yang Qi’s intrusion.

Yet, he knew that with four Saint Lord-level strong people in the way, killing them was almost impossible.

"Nonsense; they are clearly our people’s young talents. How dare you slander them!" Law Enforcer Pang Shitong shouted, righteous and stern.

"You can’t tell right from wrong, man from demon — you’re quite the worthy enforcer." Ye Fan coldly mocked.

Then, eyeing the two true Magic Clan spies from afar, he said coldly: "You’ll have a pass today, but I will eventually take your lives personally."

Having spoken, Ye Fan strode outward, not bothering to look at them again.

Zheng Wuji and Baili Han, drenched in sweat after skirting death, finally retained their lives.

They looked viciously at Ye Fan, weakly shouting: "He cannot escape; capturing him again will become difficult."

At this moment, retreat was out of the question; only by killing Ye Fan would they have a chance, or they’d surely die.

"Stop!"

"Leave him to me!"

"Did I allow you to leave?"

Three Saint Lord-level experts simultaneously acted, blocking Ye Fan’s path, sealing the ten directions, their Holy Might vast as heaven and earth.

Their aim was simple — catch Ye Fan at all costs, or they couldn’t account for the Xing Kong Gu Road trialists.

"I don’t want to kill, but don’t force me!" Ye Fan’s face turned fully grim, his voice frighteningly cold.

Blocked once more, his anger peaked — these people recklessly wielded such formidable cultivation, yet failed to identify people correctly, repeatedly attacking him under the manipulation of two Magic Clan spies.

"We are indeed forcing you — what can you do?" one Saint Lord-level expert arrogantly challenged.

Before ascending to sainthood, all cultivators are ants, utterly incapable of contending with them.

Breathing deeply, Ye Fan suppressed his overwhelming killing intent, coldly saying: "If you push me further, bear the consequences."

"Hahaha..."

Pang Shitong and the other three Saint Lord-level experts laughed, thinking Ye Fan scared senseless, speaking insane words.

"Hahaha... bear consequences, truly laughable — a mere Magic Clan ant threatens us, a ludicrous tale indeed." An Early-stage Venerable Saint Master, sainted for many years, laughed boisterously, unrestrained.

Meanwhile, after some healing time, Zheng Wuji and Baili Han barely stood, venomous eyes fixed on Ye Fan while retreating far away.

Earlier, Ye Fan’s invincible aura left a lingering terror in them, fearing to approach, lest they were suddenly killed in ambush, ending everything altogether.

Once retreated far enough, they revealed a cold smile of a plot succeed.