Chapter 633: 626

Compared to those years, Ye Fangxian, who had undergone trials across various other Territories, had not advanced in realm, but his combat prowess had unknowingly increased manifold.

“Trivial skills, dare to flaunt them before me.” At the moment he acted, he roared loudly.

A giant tripod shadow, faint and elusive, appeared behind him.

The void trembled, and the entire area seemed to freeze.

Several birds that had inadvertently entered this territory flapped their wings vigorously, but they were like insects trapped in amber, fixed in the void by a mysterious force, unable to move an inch despite their efforts.

The next moment, the shadow of the giant tripod trembled slightly, and those birds were obliterated, not even a feather remained, erased without a trace.

While the giant tripod dominated the void, Ye Fangxian of course did not idle.

He stretched out his right arm, pointing out myriad shadowy fingers toward the direction from which the white light was hurtling.

These finger shadows were everywhere, omnipresent, and everything they touched, as easily as rotting wood pulls apart, was utterly destroyed.

After countless battles and defeating over a hundred peerless geniuses from other Territories, Ye Fangxian was no longer the tender seedling that hadn’t experienced any hardship in a greenhouse.

His formidable reputation as an undefeated cultivator of his level was not just talked about; it was truly earned with his fists.

The same technique, which he could merely execute before, had now transformed decay into magic, allowing him to bring out the ultimate potential of this technique.

Alas, faced with the sword light that broke through the void, no matter how exquisite his technique was, it was utterly useless.

The myriad finger shadows he pointed out crumbled upon contact with the white light.

Then, the arm from which the finger shadows had been pointed, looked as if it had been sliced by some sharp weapon a thousand times, its flesh stripped clean, leaving only the stark white of arm and finger bones remaining.

“Impossible, a cultivator at the level of True Immortal or True Demon, no matter how strong, could not possibly unleash such a powerful attack.”

“How could such a terrifyingly powerful being exist in the West Barbarian Mountain Territory, a desolate place with such scant Spiritual Energy!” Ye Fangxian’s face underwent a drastic change as thoughts raced in his mind, muttering to himself.

With his right arm gruesomely reduced to bare bone, the piercing agony contorted his face completely, but he endured without letting out a single scream.

After destroying his right arm, the white light’s ferocity continued unabated, still charging forth.

With the stripped bone of his arm before him, Ye Fangxian needed no second thought to know his fate should he be struck head-on by the white light.

“Faster! Even faster!”

“If struck by this white light, I will surely be torn to pieces, dying a most miserable death!” he bellowed in rage.

Ye Fangxian’s body flickered continuously in evasion.

Even though the white light did not seem to lock onto him as its target, its speed was simply too fast.

Utilizing every trick in the book, and even resorting to a Taboo Dharma Method known as the Blood Burning Holy Technique, Ye Fangxian pushed beyond his limits, burning the majority of the Essence Blood within his Immortal Body. Still, he could not completely dodge the attack.

The white light grazed his waist as it passed by.

The top-grade Spiritual Artifact vestment robe on his body was utterly shredded into nothingness, and the flesh of his lower half was completely stripped away, leaving only stark white bones.

Tumbling head over heels to the ground, Ye Fangxian, having pushed himself beyond his limits, had only just managed to protect his head and heart, narrowly preserving his life under that horrifying white light.

“I, Ye Fangxian, blessed with extraordinary talent, have finally embarked on the path to invincibility, yet now…”

“That white light, so horrifyingly powerful, I’d already dodged the vital parts, yet a mere graze from it nearly sent me to my grave.”

“Within the West Barbarian Mountain Territory, such a formidable being cannot exist; could it be the legendary Heavenly Punishment?”

“Is the heavens jealous of my talent, wishing to strike me down completely?”

Lying on the ground, Ye Fangxian clung to life, unable to even twitch his little finger.

His eyes were lifeless as he gazed towards the sky, his mind churning with thoughts.

Suddenly, he thought of the saying that heaven does not seal off all exits, and having sustained such a blow, he was close to shutting down completely when his lifeless eyes gradually regained a flicker of vitality.

The speck of white light that whizzed by Ye Fangxian almost obliterated him instantly. After streaking a few hundred meters, it finally crashed onto a great mountain with a thunderous boom.

It was a true mountain-shattering, earth-splitting event, the entire mountain fracturing into countless pieces.

Countless rocks, big and small, their number beyond estimation, shot out in all directions.

Such commotion lasted for a good duration of incense burning time.

When the region regained its tranquility once more, hundreds of miles around, many of the peaks had disappeared, with numerous areas turned completely into lands of chaotic rocks.

The once-concealed Medicine King Valley, its location unknown, began to slowly reveal itself following the dramatic changes in the region.

At first, the emergence of Medicine King Valley seemed vague.

With just a few breaths’ time, Medicine King Valley had become thoroughly clear.

“What on earth is going on? Is this a natural disaster? Or perhaps, has someone attacked this region?” an elder in green robes, seated atop a pill furnace, shot out from within Medicine King Valley.

Floating in the void, his gaze sharp as a knife, he swept around the surroundings.

“Sixth Elder, it’s me, Ye Fangxian!”

“I’ve just returned from other Territories; I am now invincible amongst my peers.”

“That just now was Heavenly Punishment, it’s the heavens being jealous of my strength…”

Lying weakly on the ground, Ye Fangxian felt a surge of inner joy at the sight of the green-robed elder emerging on the pill furnace.

Having traveled the world and seen many Territories broaden his horizons, he somewhat looked down on the cultivators of the West Barbarian Mountain Territory.

In his eyes, those people were akin to frogs sitting in a well, having never ventured to other Territories; they truly didn’t understand how vast the sky and land were.

To be defeated by someone within the Territory, without even seeing the person’s figure, uncertain whether they were male or female, was a pill too bitter to swallow for Ye Fangxian, who was proud and filled with a strong sense of superiority.

But having deluded himself into believing the white light to be Heavenly Punishment, his mind found some peace.

Ye Fangxian’s voice was not loud, but as soon as he finished speaking, the green-robed elder’s gaze turned towards him immediately.

“Fangxian? You’ve finally returned…” Recognizing Ye Fangxian, the green-robed elder, filled with melancholy, let out a soft sigh.

This green-robed elder was named Yan Song.

Back then, except for Ye Fangxian, who had traveled to other Territories, almost all of the True Immortals and True Demons of Medicine King Valley had perished.

Yan Song, the Sixth Elder, had survived not because of his strength but because of his lack thereof; the Sect Master Ren Tianxing had overlooked him, leaving him to guard the sect.

It was for this reason that he had escaped disaster.

After Ren Tianxing and others met their ends, all these years, the entire Medicine King Valley had been solely supported by Yan Song.

Now that he confirmed Ye Fangxian’s return and saw his current state, Yan Song’s expression became complicated, not sure what to say.

“This Ye Fangxian, when he was in Medicine King Valley, how humble and diligent he was as a child!”

“But now, after visiting other Territories, how has he become so conceited? So boastful?”

“On his last breath, barely holding onto life, yet he claims to be unrivaled among his peers, with no one in the West Barbarian Mountain Territory as his match?”

“To put faith in such unreliable words, would one not become a fool?”

At a time when the sect was in dire need of strong fighters, these thoughts ran through Yan Song’s mind, though he did not utter them aloud.

In terms of strength, Yan Song and Ye Fangxian were on the same level, both being True Immortal level cultivators.

However, if one were to discuss seniority, Ye Fangxian was just a junior to him.

Had it been in the past, when Medicine King Valley was in its prime with numerous True Immortals, had Ye Fangxian boasted like this in front of him, he would certainly have been berated without hesitation.

Now, though Ye Fangxian was gravely injured, once healed, he would undoubtedly become the top combat force that Medicine King Valley most urgently needed.

Despite any dissatisfaction, Yan Song merely muttered to himself internally.

With a wave of his hand, he swept Ye Fangxian up and the two flew towards Medicine King Valley.