Chapter 499 - 494: Can They Kill Him?

Li Fan pointed both hands toward Jian Yi, and the myriad streams of Sword Aura poured into the broken sword, as though an ancient Sword Array had been activated. Waves of Sword Veil spread outward in all directions, a chilling will to slaughter sweeping across the Sky, as if dragging people onto some primordial battlefield.

He stretched out his palm and gripped the hilt. In that instant, it was as if he himself had stepped into that ancient battlefield, facing the encirclement and slaughter of heroes from all sides.

The sword rang with a clear, resounding clang, as though it possessed a soul of its own.

"Om..."

At this moment, a terrifying aura surged down from the distant high heavens. Li Fan raised his head, and saw someone wielding a Divine Brush, drawing toward him. An ink‑black, slaughter‑laden sword scar cleaved through the void, hacking down in an instant, like a fissure tearing open in the sky.

The one who struck was Master Han Yuan, a Great Cultivator of Taiping Temple. He tread upon a Yin Yang Diagram and held a Divine Brush in his hand.

This person was greatly renowned in Tao State, walking the world as Taiping Temple’s representative, known for "severing Heaven and Earth with the stroke of a brush."

His brush and ink seemed born of Heaven, every stroke and line a manifestation of Daoist Skill.

Li Fan lifted his left hand, pointing to the heavens. The Great Dao roared as the Mysterious Killing Giant Sword, wreathed in billions of sword talismans, blasted forth and collided with that ink scar which cleaved the void, making the void tremble ceaselessly as a storm of destruction swept madly about.

"Will you all still not make a move?" Master Han Yuan shouted loudly. Having witnessed the overwhelming battle power Li Fan had displayed earlier—and with a Magical Treasure sword now in his grasp—he had no confidence in dealing with Li Fan alone.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Buddha’s voice echoed, as a Great Cultivator of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple took off his Buddha Beads and tossed them forward, chanting under his breath as Buddha’s voice reverberated between heaven and earth.

That string of Buddha Beads flew above Li Fan’s head, constantly enlarging and releasing ten thousand zhang of Buddha light. On every single bead, radiance of peerlessly dazzling characters lit up, like Buddhist Secret Text; the Buddha’s voice grew ever more sonorous.

On each bead, a Buddha appeared, chanting Buddhist Mantras. As ten thousand zhang of Buddha light descended, Li Fan was enveloped completely. An illusion rose in his heart—at this moment he felt utterly insignificant, surrounded by Buddhas on all sides, trapped within them as they chanted mantras, shaking his Primordial Spirit.

These Buddha Beads were a Magical Treasure that attacked the Primordial Spirit. When combined with Buddhist Magic, they were meant to suppress all evil, and could likewise sever a person’s Divine Soul.

Almost at the same instant, as those Buddhist Mantras coiled between heaven and earth, a towering, boundless Buddha shadow appeared behind Li Fan and continued to grow. Before it, the Sword God phantom that Li Fan had manifested seemed exceedingly small.

The one who struck was another Great Cultivator of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple. Murderous intent flickered in his eyes as he thrust his palm forward; the colossal Buddha shadow immediately extended a gigantic palm that blotted out heaven and earth, closing toward Li Fan’s true body.

This was a supreme Divine Skill of the Buddhist Sect—within the palm lay a Buddha kingdom, able to suppress Heaven and Earth.

Seeing two Great Cultivators of the Buddhist Sect attack together, the others naturally would not stand idle. Master Han Yuan’s brush and ink became one as he inscribed a massive character, "Kill." This rune erupted with terrifying slaughter Dao intent and shot straight at Li Fan.

Wei Song’s two disciples simultaneously activated the Eight Divisions Suppressing God Skill; at once, it was as if gods and demons appeared, unleashing annihilating attacks toward Li Fan.

Besides this, there were still Great Cultivators of the Seven Realms circling on the perimeter without striking. Some peak early‑Seven‑Realms Cultivators were not even qualified to intervene.

The Cultivators of Yun Meng City, beholding this scene, could not help but feel worried for Li Fan. These Great Cultivators were truly despicable, joining hands to besiege and kill him.

Such a siege—could Li Fan possibly withstand it?

A dragon’s roar echoed through heaven and earth as Demon Energy surged skyward from Li Fan’s body.

In a flash, behind his immortal phantom, a colossal, boundless demon shadow appeared. This shadow had a dragon’s head and a human body, its wild frame covered in dragon scales. Around its towering form coiled a golden True Dragon, like a Demon God descending into the world.

"Martial Soul True Body—Fatian Xiangdi."

Hearts trembled among the crowd. The world knew Li Fan as the peerless Sword Dao genius of Li Mountain, and had seemingly forgotten that he also cultivated Martial Arts.

That Demon God‑like figure’s eyes glowed with golden demonic light, as if it possessed an independent soul, capable of its own thoughts.

"You finally deigned to let me out?"

A voice rang in Li Fan’s mind. The demon shadow’s golden eyes turned toward the descending, boundless Buddhist Big Hand Seal. Its arm rose, blasting upward toward the sky.

An immense golden dragon soared, and Sky Splitting Fist exploded upward. Cracks spread across the colossal palm print, which shattered into a skyful of golden radiance, while the golden dragon continued forward, slaughtering its way toward that Buddha.

At the same time, ten thousand zhang of Buddha light still poured down upon Li Fan. His Divine Soul was under attack, as though All Heavens Buddha were jointly besieging him.

Suddenly, a new avatar appeared within Li Fan’s Sword God phantom.

"Hm?"

Very soon, a second avatar emerged, then a third, a fourth... more and more of them. In mere moments, countless immortal phantoms surrounded him, pounding upon everyone’s vision.

These avatars swung their swords simultaneously; within the Primordial Spirit Illusion, Buddhas shattered one after another, and countless streaks of sword light hacked toward the Buddha Beads above, extinguishing all golden Buddha light they released.

"How can this be? Every single avatar contains real Attack Power?"

The eyes of those attacking Li Fan flickered with shock. Such Divine Skills—another top‑tier Sword Scripture?

Li Fan lifted his gaze toward the distant Great Cultivator of the Buddhist Sect. It was not only the other side who cultivated methods of the Divine Soul. Back then, in a Secret Realm, he had obtained two sets of Sword Scripture—the Thousand Soul Sword Canon and the Heavenly Essence Sword Scripture. Among them, the Thousand Soul Sword Canon specialized in Primordial Spirit attacks.

Just as the crowd reeled in astonishment, the many Sword God phantoms moved as one, slashing toward different directions, killing every person who had struck at him.

"Which one is the true body?"

For a moment, no one could tell.

As that Sword God phantom slashed down with a single sword, the Taiping Temple Master stepped upon the Yin Yang Diagram, the brush in his hand blooming with billions of streams of ink radiance. He pointed forward and said, "Heaven and Earth Qi."

Endless ink-colored divine brilliance swept out, like billions of True Dragons roaring toward the incoming figure. Though he could not distinguish whether it was the true body, he could only go all out; after all, he knew well the slaughtering power of Li Fan’s Sword Dao.

The Qiankun Pen descended, sweeping straight ahead, smashing onto the Sword God phantom, annihilating it in an instant.

"An avatar." A thought rose in his heart; he understood he was facing an avatar, the true body was not so easily destroyed.

In the other directions, the various mighty figures all struck out, one Sword God phantom after another shattering.

The Cultivator who had sacrificed the Buddhist Magical Artifact Buddha Beads likewise blasted out a palm. The Buddhist ’Swastika Character’ constantly magnified, obliterating space, covering the figures charging at him from the front. Under such tyrannical attacks, even a true body could be stopped.

"Clang..."

A violent sound rang out as a Treasure Tripod crashed onto the Buddhist ’Swastika Character’, and the enormous ’Swastika Character’ shattered in an instant.

"The true body..."

That Buddhist Practitioner knew in an instant that he was facing Li Fan’s true body; this Treasure Tripod was a formidable Magical Treasure.

At the very instant the thought arose, beams of sword light cleaved out.

"Soul Chasing."

"Boom..." This sword not only slashed the fleshly body, it also executed the Primordial Spirit. The Buddhist Practitioner roared, the Buddha behind him erupting with endless Buddha light, countless ’Swastika Characters’ blasting forth fiercely, their resplendent divine radiance like an indestructible Buddha body.

But how would Li Fan give the other side a chance to breathe? Before the countless Swastika Characters had even finished their assault, the sword had already fallen upon the other’s Golden Body.

"Break!"

With a single word, the Golden Body cracked inch by inch; the Divine Sword pierced through in an instant, stabbing through the Great Dao Golden Body. The Buddhist Practitioner lowered his head and glanced down, only to see a hole appear in his Golden Body.

"Bang."

Another finger jabbed down, crashing onto his skull; the Buddha Head shattered, his soul dispersed.

A Great Cultivator of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple fell.

All of this happened in the span of a heartbeat. Just as the others finished destroying Li Fan’s avatar, a Great Cultivator had already perished.

While they were still in shock, Li Fan’s body vanished from its original spot; another Buddhist Great Cultivator instantly sensed a looming crisis.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Return to the Sect."

He bellowed, fully aware of how terrifying Li Fan was. At this moment he transformed into a Buddha, hands folded before his chest, his Buddha Golden Body radiating ten thousand zhang of Buddha light. Accompanied by rolling Buddhist Mantras, one boundlessly gigantic Ancient Buddha after another appeared at his side, blotting out the sky and sun. Endless Buddha Fists swept out, blasting forward—an Unrivaled Attack Technique, and at the same time an unbreakable defense.

The terrifying attack contained the Dao of shattering, its Attack Power incomparably strong.

Li Fan thrust out the Divine Sword in his hand, striking that terrifying Copper Wall and Iron Wall of offense and defense. Yet at the instant the sword fell, it was as if a vast Sword Array lit up; within the Sword Array were Nine Heavens Star Swords, constantly colliding with the Buddhist Taoist Skill, causing heaven and earth to collapse for a time.

"Fall." Li Fan pointed to the sky, and from the firmament, billions of sword beams transformed into the Great Dao Sword of the Stars, plummeting downward, shaking the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The Sword God phantom soared upward, both hands forming seals as he shouted, "Sword Sect of Ten Thousand Blades."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

One Nine Heavens Divine Sword after another condensed into being, continuously slaughtering downward. On the other side, the Daoist was shocked speechless. Lingxiao Pavilion’s Sword Sect of Ten Thousand Blades? Since when did it possess such might—unless Tai Xuzi himself had come.

Gap after gap appeared; the Divine Sword returned, flying back into Li Fan’s hand. The Sword Immortal held his sword, a fleeting stream of light.

"Instant Annihilation."

A breath of annihilation swept across the heavens; the immortal shadow vanished, and when it appeared again, it was already before the Buddhist Practitioner, the Divine Sword in his hand piercing into the other’s body, disregarding all defenses.

"Instant... this is a Buddhist Method." The Buddhist Practitioner’s gaze locked firmly onto Li Fan, then a storm of annihilation swallowed everything. His body turned into endless fragments, vanishing between heaven and earth.

Even after his death, the annihilation storm continued to sweep across that region of space, causing the other Cultivators to feel chills in their hearts. Staring at Li Fan’s figure, they actually gave rise to the desire to retreat, unwilling to continue fighting.

A group of top-tier Great Cultivators besieging Li Fan, and in the span of a finger snap, two Great Buddhas had already fallen. If they continued to fight on, could they... truly stop him?

The Sword Immortal’s figure stood with sword in hand. He turned, looking at the remaining few; his eyes were like stars, Sword Aura flowing like starlight.

Kill him?

Were they truly capable of killing him.