Chapter 494 - 489: Leaving the Capital?

Ye Yunke, standing aside, sneered. He had kindly given Li Fan a way out, not expecting to be humiliated.

If so, he would like to see how Li Fan can survive today.

Furthermore, Third Prince Ye Xiaochen had also arrived. He appeared with his entourage not far behind Wei Song, quietly watching all that was happening.

People in the Capital City understood at a glance that perhaps the Imperial Palace had already tacitly approved of Wei Song taking action.

Did the deaths of Jiang Yanzi and others in the Jiang Family provide the court with an excuse?

It seems the Jiang Family’s grievances aren’t without reason. Perhaps someone was stirring things up behind the scenes, exploiting Jiang Tianxing’s pride and desire for revenge, making him a scapegoat.

Li Fan initially stayed in the Capital City to cultivate because his cultivation realm was too low; he couldn’t leave. Over a year ago, many forces were present, including the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple and Taiping Temple.

At the Sixth Realm, stepping out of the Capital City meant a road to death.

Therefore, he cultivated in the Capital, now having broken through to the Seventh Realm. He thought to himself that if he were to leave the Capital again, he wouldn’t be held back.

But the problem was that the Royal Family wouldn’t allow him to leave the Capital.

Within the Capital City, he still had apprehensions. After all, the Imperial Palace stood right there.

Li Fan gazed towards the direction of the Imperial Palace and spoke aloud, "Master Wei Song taking action, is it the intention of Emperor Li to break the original promise, or does the National Master not honor the orders of Emperor Li?"

Wei Song coldly snorted, a heavy pressure descending. He said, "When you entered the Capital, you were just a Sixth Realm Cultivator. His Majesty promised that those in the Seventh Realm would not take action against you. Now, you have broken through the realm and engaged in slaughter within the Capital, killing several Seventh Realm Practitioners, yet dare to use this to threaten His Majesty?"

"Underneath the Emperor’s domain, how can you act with such impudence?"

With Wei Song’s thunderous shout, he raised his hand, a towering Demon God’s phantom appearing behind him, its terrifying aura sweeping across the world.

"Eight Divisions Suppressing God Skill." Under the pressure, the crowd found it hard to breathe, looking up at the dominant phantom which hadn’t even solidified but already possessed the might to suppress the earth.

Li Fan, directly beneath the pressure, could further feel its oppressive force. Years ago, Kong He used the Eight Divisions Suppressing God Skill beneath White Jade City, but compared to Wei Song, whose skill was perfected, it couldn’t compare at all.

Wei Song’s cultivation technique was perfected, reaching the peak, and when his skill unfolded, each gesture was like that of a Demon God.

"Suppress."

Wei Song lifted his hand and slammed downwards, a Demon God Hand Seal appearing overhead of Li Fan, covering the sky and sun. More terrifying was the hand seal flowing with extreme destructive light, purple thunder, fiery red magma, and golden liquid forming the lines of the Demon God’s hand.

Today, National Master Wei Song held an extraordinary status in the Great Li World, reputed to be nearly unmatched below the Saints. People in the Capital hadn’t seen him take action for years.

Looking at the horrifying scene, people couldn’t help but worry for Li Fan. This emerging sword prodigy of Da Li, before fully shining, would he be stifled in the cradle?

Such a talented figure, practitioners did not wish for him to fall like this.

Li Fan did not evade; the range of this palm was vast, enveloping all behind him including Lu Yuan.

If he dodged, they would all die.

Starlight circulated around him, ancient sword runes condensed and arose, spiraling around his body. With a thought, countless Divine Swords surged upwards against the suppression of the destructive great hand seal.

Boom boom boom...

Countless ancient swords exploded on the hand seal, continuously collapsing its surface, yet its power remained.

Li Fan naturally understood that this strike could not withstand the Eight Divisions Suppressing God Skill. After all, before him was the Da Li National Master who had gained fame decades ago, a Seventh Realm peak-level Great Cultivator, one of the strongest beneath Da Li’s Saints.

With hands forming seals, the Great Dao descended on him, the sword cries ceaseless, ancient sword path runes dazzling between heaven and earth. Infinite Divine Swords spun around him, a Sword Immortal phantom appeared.

Li Fan’s body merged with the Sword Immortal phantom, becoming one, man and sword unified, entering the Heavenly Sword Form. Even entering the Seventh Realm, he still couldn’t enter the Immortal Sword Form of the Heavenly Essence Sword Scripture.

Above the sky, rays of sword light cascaded, like Nine Heavens Sword Fall. Ancient sword chants echoed, billions of sword path ancient words encircled the immortal shadow, around which flowed sword aura forming a sword path river, filled with ancient killing intent.

Despite such immense power, under the suppressive Demon God Hand Seal, the brilliance was still eclipsed. Li Fan raised a finger, akin to an Immortal’s finger.

With the pointing out, the immortal shadow’s arm transformed into infinite ancient sword symbols, bursting forth.

"Arm transformed into sword, a pointing that embodies the sword path."

The crowd trembled, staring at the emergence of a thousand-zhang Divine Sword, seemingly descending from the stars, having existed eternally, capable of vanquishing all heaven and earth.

The Divine Sword fell at the center of the Demon God Hand Seal, with a thunderous roar, piercing it. Terrifying annihilation swept through, leading to the collapse of the Demon God Hand Seal.

Yet even so, a force of suppression and annihilation shattered the Divine Sword, extending toward the immortal shadow.

A massive force descended, causing the immortal shadow to retreat, becoming ethereal, teetering as if about to collapse, but ultimately withstood the strike.

"National Master Wei Song, Eight Steps Divine Suppression Strength, suppressing all things. Even for me, under this strike, it is hard to gain benefit. He, newly entering the Seventh Realm, actually withstood it."

The Pavilion Master of Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion glanced at the scene in the mirror before him and sighed, so much beauty in this world, indeed, he is old.

"I don’t know what Sword Scripture he is cultivating," an elder beside him whispered, just seeing its power, one knows it is extraordinary.

"Even if it’s extraordinary, without an ace up the sleeve from Li Mountain, if Wei Song makes a move, this child is hard-pressed to resist," said the Pavilion Master of Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, after all, this is far from Wei Song’s strongest attack.

Wei Song saw his Hand Seal broken, looked down at Li Fan, expressionless, his robe billowing in the wind, and the Eight Divisions Suppressing God Statue in the sky solidified, a more violent pressure enveloping the skies of the Capital.

"I heard decades ago you fought the Old Blind Man, now decades later you’re fighting his disciple, by such measures, not much progress,"

Li Fan raised his head, seemingly devoid of the fear one might experience in a desperate situation.

Decades ago, Wei Song was Zuo Canglan’s opponent, now fighting Zuo Canglan’s disciple, is it Wei Song’s lack of progress, or is Zuo Canglan’s disciple too formidable?

After all, cultivating to Wei Song’s level, progress is difficult; above him lies the threshold of the Saint Realm, easier said than done.

Countless famed individuals throughout the ages couldn’t cross this threshold, Wei Song couldn’t get past it, is it his problem?

"Courting death!"

Wei Song said in a deep voice, the sound was as if the heavens themselves spoke, a more terrifying pressure descended, seemingly the winds stopped flowing.

Wei Song raised his hand, intending to attack again.

But at this moment, from a distant direction behind him, a powerful aura approached, the people of the Capital looked up toward behind Wei Song, only to see the sky dyed blood-red by flames, crimson clouds stretching for miles.

An immense, scorching airflow covered the sky universe, causing the temperature of the Capital to suddenly rise.

Blazing flame stream, in an instant a thousand miles, Wei Song abruptly turned, seeing a whip shadow sweeping out, a True Dragon image appearing alongside, diving down with the whip shadow.

Wei Song raised his hand to block, the True Dragon image crashed violently against him, causing Wei Song’s steps to slide back, gazing at the peerless figure before him.

"What is the Princess’s intention?" Wei Song’s disciple behind him shouted loudly.

"Shut up." Wei Song’s cold eyes swept over, then bowed to the appearing woman.

"Wei Song greets Your Highness, the Princess."

The appearing figure was none other than Ye Qinghuang.

"Quite the impressive show of power, National Master," Ye Qinghuang’s eyes were like thousand-year frost, Wei Song was unmoved, merely bowed and replied: "The minister is only doing his duty."

Ye Qinghuang did not respond, and instead stepped towards Li Fan.

When she arrived beside Li Fan, the icy gaze vanished instantly, transformed into a radiant smile.

Li Fan saw his senior sister’s smile, feeling as if the clouds had parted, the mist cleared, the landscape brightened, and all weariness pressing him dissipated instantaneously, like seeing the sun through breaking clouds.

"Senior sister."

This stunningly talented Sword Cultivator of the Great Li Capital City, at the instant of encountering Ye Qinghuang, appeared again like a well-behaved youth, quiet and still.

"Not bad, now a Great Sword Cultivator as well." Ye Qinghuang’s bright eyes dazzled the city, pleased for her junior brother, their conversation seemingly ignoring the external world, forgetting Wei Song’s presence.

"Come, I’ll take you away from the Capital."

Ye Qinghuang stepped forward, took Li Fan’s hand and led him forward, Li Fan was startled, then smiled and let his senior sister lead him.

The people of the Capital, witnessing the scene, understood well the close relationship between senior sister and junior brother.

The Princess of Da Li merely led Li Fan away, without regard for Wei Song behind.

"Let’s go," Ye Qinghuang said to Lu Yuan, Qi, and others, they nodded and followed, breaking through the sky alongside.

She showed no defenses, at this moment with Li Fan, if Wei Song wanted to kill Li Fan, any attack must also fall upon her, she’d see if Wei Song dared, here in the Capital.

"Even if you escort him away from the Capital, beyond its borders, he won’t survive," Wei Song spoke loudly, stepped forward while following, not attacking yet still pursuing.

Above the Capital, air currents surged, from various directions, countless cultivators simultaneously traversed the skies, trailing Ye Qinghuang and her companions.

They all understood, this matter would not easily be resolved.

Ye Xiaochen focused on the distant figure, coldly said: "Follow."

With that, he also proceeded.

Ye Qinghuang naturally understood they wouldn’t spare Li Fan, but her goal was simple, to take Li Fan away from the Capital, as far as possible from its territory.

Once outside the Capital, there would be no presence of the Saint Realm in control.