Chapter 82: Ambush

Today I really hit the jackpot—look at that old coot, does he still dare to be arrogant?

On the way back, Tu Fei couldn't help laughing; he greatly admired Ye Fan's source technique—isn't this faster than robbery?

"It's not because I, the great king, was guiding you from the side." The big black dog, thick‑skinned, gave a lewd laugh: "So today's treasure of yours has to be split with me."

"You didn't do anything—what gives you the right to a share?"

Ye Fan was unhappy; this black dog is incredibly greedy, and everyone present knows it.

"Woof! If you don't hand it over, nobody's going to have a good time!"

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the big black dog lunged and bit him, making his eye twitch from the pain.

"You damned dog, why are you biting me? Isn't giving you enough?"

Finally Ye Fan agreed to give him a share, and only then did the dog loosen its grip.

That night, a battle erupted several hundred li outside the Holy City, causing a considerable commotion that drew many people.

Unfortunately, by the time other cultivators arrived the fight was over, but from the scene's condition and the lingering fluctuations, both combatants were clearly strong.

Over the next few days, everyone stayed in the Holy City; during the day Ye Fan and the black monkey‑dog went out, shuttling among the major stone‑gambling workshops, constantly cutting stones.

From those cuts they obtained many good items, even causing a noticeable stir, which earned him a considerable amount of source.

After the first day, Hua Yunfei never left his lodging.

Only on the afternoon of the fifth day did the group split into several batches and leave the Holy City.

Ye Fan, the big black dog, Tu Fei, and Jiang Huai Ren four of them sped across the oasis, rushing as if hurrying along a road, quite hurried.

As they passed through a valley, Ye Fan's heart jumped; he raised his hand and struck forward into the empty air.

Boom! It sounded like a heavy object colliding, a dull thud; Ye Fan's palm met a withered arm, and the powerful force sent him flying back a considerable distance.

"Uh‑oh, there's an ambush."

The four realized the situation was bad and immediately retreated.

At the moment they moved, a black blade swooped down, cleaving the mountain below in half.

Had they been even half a step slower, they wouldn't have escaped.

"Who are you, and why are you trying to kill us?"

At the spot where they had just clashed, a figure slowly emerged, his face hidden beneath a black cloak, revealing only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

"Damn it, you're shameless—actually pulling a sneak attack!"

Tu Fei cursed; that slash just now had nearly grazed his back, the icy killing intent barely a hair's breadth from his skin.

"Be careful—this person is very strong."

Jiang Huai Ren gripped his weapon tightly, staring fixedly at the person before him.

"The holy body's physique is truly tempting; even from this distance I can hardly restrain myself."

That person no longer hid, casting off his cloak to reveal the face of a middle‑aged man.

He looked quite ordinary, with nothing remarkable about him, but the aura within him was immensely powerful—his realm far surpassed that of Ye Fan and the others, not just by a little.

"A powerhouse of the Four Extremes Secret Realm?"

Ye Fan's face darkened; he hadn't expected the newcomer to be this strong—now it's going to be troublesome.

Ye Fan's current cultivation is at the third level of the Dao Palace; fighting someone at the fourth level is barely manageable, while the fifth level would be quite taxing.

Now the opponent's realm reaches the Four Extremes Secret Realm, a level he has never before faced in combat.

Even with a holy body, trying to overcome an entire major realm against an opponent is extremely difficult.

"Are you allied with Hua Yunfei?"

"Exactly; I came today to take your life."

Having said that, the middle‑aged man stopped talking and thrust a palm forward; its overwhelming force made Ye Fan wary. Ye Fan covered his palm with golden blood‑energy, his aura suddenly surging, a golden giant hand like a millstone pressing down.

Bang! At the moment their attacks met, Ye Fan's expression changed—the opponent's strength was so great he couldn't block it, and his arm went numb.

Ye Fan activated the "Travel" secret to retreat hastily; he glanced at his numb arm, his face turning completely dark.

If he hadn't retreated quickly, his whole arm might have suffered severe injury.

"Peak of the Four Extremes..."

He slowly uttered those words; the big black dog and the others, hearing them, likewise wore grim expressions.

Each minor realm difference is like heaven and earth; advance a step and you become an immortal, retreat a step and you become a mortal—the gap is immeasurable.

What's more, right now they differ by an entire major realm!

Back when he fought Ji Yunfeng, the opponent was only one level higher, yet they could trade blows evenly.

"Today let's see how you run."

Having finished speaking, the middle‑aged man was joined by five others rushing from afar, surrounding the group completely—an ambush that had long been laid.

"Damn it, they're all Four Extremes experts."

Tu Fei felt like cursing; the six ambushing them were all at least in the Four Extremes Secret Realm—this lineup truly took some effort to assemble.

The first man to appear sneered, lifted a clay jar, and instantly black light shot up, dark clouds pressing down and covering the sky.

He slapped his palm onto the jar, releasing a terrifying killing intent that surged like a tide; the next moment a pitch‑black bolt of extreme darkness fell, slashing toward them.

"Do you really think we're easy to provoke?"

Ye Fan held nothing back, spewing out the Vermilion Bird Furnace; its patterns lit up, turning fiery red, then the furnace lid opened a crack and a fire phoenix shot out to meet the black speck of light.

The electric bolt's yin energy shot to the heavens, accompanied by howling gales, sharper than any blade—nothing could stop it!

Zizz‑zizz!

The two collided, producing a series of sizzling sounds; flames continually erupted around the fire phoenix, continually refining the black electric arc.

That expanse of black light stretched across the sky, dyeing the heavens black—quite terrifying.

Dark clouds swarmed above the jar, condensing into several black threads that latched onto the tip of the electric arc, continuously feeding it power.

Boom! Electric arcs intertwined, thunderous roar overwhelming, electric arcs as thick as about 3.3 meters raged wildly, a few strands spilled out and fell, the ground instantly gaining several terrifying gullies.

How strong!

Ye Fan gasped, the opponent's strength was on a completely different level from his; without the help of the Departing Fire Furnace, it would be hard to resist.

If you let us out, I'll definitely tear you apart alive!

Ye Fan focused on resisting the clay pot; just a moment's inattention, and from the furnace came the heart-rending cries of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

His roar was sharper than a blade; he wished he could carve out Ye Fan's flesh.

Being constantly suppressed in the Departing Fire Furnace, they were all undergoing the refining of the Departing Fire; their whole bodies were burned beyond recognition, the feeling can be imagined.

I'll deal with you later!

Ye Fan had no time to bother with him; a slap of his palm made the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's words disappear in an instant, and he then threw himself fully into confronting the middle-aged man.

The opponent's clay pot looked ordinary, yet it possessed a special power that seemed able to devour everything.

As the black light surged, Ye Fan's soul trembled, and his consciousness unknowingly became dazed.

Damn, it's really eerie!

Ye Fan shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake; golden light flashed on his forehead, protecting his soul.

He concluded that the opponent's treasure could not only devour matter, but even the soul could not escape; it's truly terrifying! Today my head feels a bit dizzy, my thoughts are in disarray, my writing might be a bit watery, sorry (end of chapter).