CHAPTER 881: CHAPTER 877: WHO IS COURTING DEATH?

Seeing the two young men approaching, Bai He said nervously, "Master, all these bad people are here. Now, I’m no match for them; you can’t hand me over to them."

Ye Fan replied coldly, "Do you think I’m that kind of person?"

Bai He looked at Ye Fan with a bit more reliance. The two young men targeted her, and as they reached out, before their hands even got close, a strong wave of spiritual energy emanated from around Ye Fan, directly knocking the two underlings to the ground.

"Ah." The two underlings had no time to react and were already rolling on the ground in pain, grimacing and only able to utter cries of agony.

The young man with the horse face waved his hand and said, "What are you looking at? Go up and capture him; I refuse to believe anyone dares to act wildly around Emperor Mountain."

A group of underlings swarmed, but they were merely of the Qi Cultivation Stage, not on the same level as Ye Fan. Ye Fan didn’t even need to summon any magic artifacts; he only needed to cope with them using his original cultivation technique in ancient martial arts.

Ye Fan used only the most basic moves from ancient martial arts, like "White Crane Spreading Wings" and "Black Tiger Steals Heart." Though these people, who came at him, wielded low-level magic artifacts, they couldn’t get close to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn’t even infuse spiritual energy into his moves, relying on the sophistication and forceful Qi force of the techniques themselves to engage with the people in front of him.

"Fight to the death!"

"Quick, break his Dantian... No, this kid’s stance is strong."

A group of people rushed forward, getting entangled in Ye Fan’s ancient martial techniques. They were in chaos, having never faced a master of ancient martial arts before, thus not knowing how to counteract Ye Fan’s techniques.

"Directly attack his Foundation Establishment."

"Are you mad? This kid doesn’t even have cultivation, how can there be a Foundation Establishment? Attack his Qi Gate."

"Where’s his Qi Gate?"

The group was in chaos. Although their paper-based strength surpassed Ye Fan’s significantly, they had no way to deal with him.

As a result, a peculiar scene unfolded: a group of cultivators was being toyed with by a brute.

"Good." The spectators did not dare to fight the group, but they still cheered for Ye Fan.

The chubby man carrying a girl shouted to the crowd, "Who shouted? Do you not want to live?"

"Good, good, good." The people on the side got more excited, with more people cheering on.

The chubby man was filled with anger, wanting to teach the surrounding people a lesson. However, at this moment, his fellow disciples were in a fierce fight with that mysterious kid, and it seemed his fellow disciples were at a disadvantage.

The few people who initially formed a formation lost their formation after one got injured by Ye Fan’s palm. Disorganized, one by one, they were either hit and sent flying by Ye Fan’s fierce force or had their limbs broken, unable to rise.

Finally, Ye Fan ended the fight, standing there straight and calm as if nothing had happened, with only the wailing of people around him to be heard.

"Good job, Master!" Bai He was the happiest, cheering enthusiastically for Ye Fan, feeling a sense of triumph.

Let them bully me again if they dare. Though I can’t beat them now, I have a good master, and this is the outcome they face for provoking me!

The horse-faced man smirked and said, "Such low cultivation, not worthy of me taking action. Junior Brother Cheng, why don’t you go meet them?"

"Alright, I’ll leave it to Senior Brother," the chubby man said, shrugging his shoulders. The girl he was carrying flew toward the horse-faced young man, who caught her in his arms, his hands somewhat inappropriate.

At this time, the chubby man summoned a magic sword from his storage pouch, looked at Ye Fan haughtily and said, "Kid, today is just your bad luck, but since I’m in a good mood, if you obediently leave the woman behind and call me grandpa, I’ll leave you with an intact corpse."

Bai He scolded, "Pah, who wants you to leave an intact corpse? You should be worried we don’t chop you into eight pieces. Fat like a pig, whoever becomes your cauldron will have bad luck for eight lifetimes."

The chubby man looked furious, veins popping on his head, and shouted, "What did you say, dead girl? I was going to be gentle with you, but you don’t know how to appreciate kindness. See how I’ll torment you after I take you back, you won’t have an intact piece of flesh on you. It’s just right; I have two wolf dogs. Once you’re minced with that boy, I’ll feed you to them."

Bai He hid behind Ye Fan, sticking out her tongue and said, "In the end, let’s see who becomes dog food. No, dogs don’t like fat meat; even if you’re minced, they wouldn’t bother eating!"

"Dead girl, you’re asking for it!"

The chubby man’s body suddenly swelled, a distortion in vision caused by spiritual energy. In his furious state, he emitted a strong force; anyone within a three-meter radius was either injured or knocked down by it. As for ordinary people slightly closer, they would be knocked unconscious.

The chubby man, somewhere between the early and middle stages of Foundation Establishment, had a cultivation where his Foundation, formed by the Golden Core, was gradually taking shape, allowing scattered spiritual energy to find a gathering place, leading to rapid growth in cultivation.

In his rage, he was utterly unconcerned about the consequences, determined to kill Ye Fan and capture Bai He alive for later torment. His magic sword swung like an illusion, appearing as three swords in ordinary eyes. For those with cultivation, it was three separate strands of spiritual energy forming three sword beams, controlling three magic swords at once. This would confuse even those of comparable cultivation, making them feel like facing three opponents at once.

From behind, the horse-faced young man carried the girl on his shoulder, smiling to himself, thinking, "Junior Brother Cheng even brought out his ancestral magic sword; that kid will have nowhere to run even with three heads and six arms. After this, I’ll wait to enjoy a beauty."

Almost in an instant, the chubby man charged at Ye Fan. He didn’t need to get too close, for his magic sword did not only create three illusions but also manipulated them with ease, capable of changing attack directions with a thought, acting like three agile snakes. As long as one broke Ye Fan’s defense, the result for Ye Fan would be spiritual energy dispersal and certain death.

Even Ye Fan thought to himself, "This chubby man’s magic artifact significantly boosts his cultivation. If not prepared, I might really fall for his trick."

"Die!"

The chubby man uttered the word; he didn’t alter the direction of the three illusionary sword beams since he thought the crucial part was to kill Ye Fan in a single blow, piercing Ye Fan with countless holes, making the girl understand the severity, forcing her to beg for mercy before he tormented her to death.

With this thought, he even lost interest in playing a cat-and-mouse game with Ye Fan.

When his Illusionary Magic Sword thrust at Ye Fan, Ye Fan seemed unresponsive, the chubby man sneering. But just as the long sword was about to reach Ye Fan, the three sword glints suddenly collapsed as if hitting a breached dam. Not only couldn’t they form a sharp offensive, but they also crazily siphoned the spiritual energy from his body.