Chapter 446

Pang Bo watched as, in just a few breaths, he crossed over a hundred li, making him feel slightly dizzy.

As for Lei Bo and Wang Shu, their eyes had been wide open—they now understood just how terrifying this Fang Immortal truly was.

Yet the scenery ahead was truly beautiful, far surpassing the landscape of their Shi Zhai; here, vegetation flourished, mist clung to marshes, green mountains and clear waters made this place a truly lovely pure land.

"Who dares trespass into Qingxiamen?"

A loud shout came from ahead.

The gatekeepers of Qingxiamen, sensing someone's arrival, all shouted out in unison.

"Go tell your Zhang Sect I intend to establish a new sect here—tell him to move elsewhere."

Ye Fan looked at Fang Yu, saw Fang Yu nod, then stepped forward.

"Huh? What? Do you have the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard?"

The Qingxiamen gatekeepers thought they had misheard.

Ye Fan simply flicked his finger, turning the massive stone carved with the words "Qingxia" into dust.

"This…"

The gatekeepers drew in a sharp breath—shattering the mountain gate stele meant they were serious.

All the gatekeepers summoned their weapons—flying swords, divine hammers—like a rain of light, shooting forth.

These were weapons of the Life Spring Realm, but to Ye Fan they meant nothing; he merely moved his hand casually, and all weapons were obliterated.

Then, they strode forward en masse.

"Who is causing this disturbance?!"

A long howl echoed as an old man shot through the sky like a meteor and landed before the mountain gate.

"You intend to establish a sect here?"

The old man's gaze was icy; anyone hearing such news would be anything but pleased.

"Indeed, that is precisely my intent."

Ye Fan nodded.

"With your youth? How dare you speak such arrogance?"

The old man sneered.

Even the holy lords of every region, upon arriving at Qingxiamen, would not dare say such a thing at such a young age.

Talent is talent, realm is realm—he would now teach these youths a lesson through action.

But the cost would be exceedingly high.

"Bandits ravage five hundred li around here—have you been involved?"

Yet Ye Fan asked something else.

"How do you even know that?"

The old man's spirit trembled, and he spoke without thinking.

"Then there's nothing left to say—prepare to die."

A massacre began.

Fang Yu observed Ye Fan; now, Ye Fan possessed peerless strength in his own realm—his physical body was formidable, divine power surged, and he had acquired several Dao techniques and divine arts, making him immensely powerful.

In recent days, Jiang Shenwang had even taught Ye Fan one of the Nine Seals—the Dou Zi Mi—seemingly wanting to see how far the Ancient Sacred Body could go in this era.

In just a few moves, the first old man to appear was instantly shattered into pieces.

This was expected; soon, the Zhang Sect of Qingxiamen himself appeared—his hair jet-black, beard flowing, eyes sharp as lightning, appearing no older than forty; he regarded Ye Fan with cold indifference but did not strike immediately, as if assessing whether Ye Fan had powerful backers.

"Wumenwu Sect, a lone cultivator—come, then."

Ye Fan understood the Qingxiamen Zhang Sect's concerns and spoke bluntly.

Xuan Sect:?

Zhuofeng:?

Of course, that was not the point.

Upon hearing that Ye Fan truly had no sect or clan, the Qingxiamen Zhang Sect and its senior Elders grew even colder, their eyes hinting at imminent attack.

"A Men Sect, no matter how small, represents a lineage—you support bandits and slaughter the innocent; you are the very plague!"

Ye Fan spoke angrily.

"To develop, any Men Sect must employ certain methods."

The Qingxiamen Zhang Sect said grimly.

"Certain methods? You've gone too far."

Ye Fan shook his head.

"If so, then you all shall die."

The Qingxiamen senior Elders exchanged glances, their faces revealing murderous intent.

The Qingxiamen Zhang Sect's face darkened as he barked to distant disciples: "Seal the Shanmen—do not let these few escape."

They had decided to annihilate the intruders entirely; a handful of people attempting to destroy their entire Men Sect—even the young holy lords of major sects would not have dared.

"I was going to spare your lives—now you've forced me."

"Kill them! No matter your origins—you're just lone cultivators now!"

"Eliminate them all!"

The Qingxiamen senior Elders had fully embraced their murderous intent; two of them even turned toward Fang Yu, aiming to kill him.

"You've chosen the wrong opponent."

Fang Yu stepped through empty space, pointed a finger—and the void rippled, a cutting force slicing through the air, instantly reducing the two Qingxiamen senior Elders to dust.

He had no intention of fighting—he had merely come to Qingxiamen to see if any traces of an Emperor remained here.

But since these two Supreme Elders attacked him, they must be eradicated.

Fang Yu pointed, and the Great Annihilation directly shattered the bodies and spiritual senses of the two Supreme Elders; even though they were Palace Secret Realm cultivators who had cultivated a divine figure, that divine figure was also obliterated by a single finger.

Fang Yu could sense the lingering spiritual senses of these two Supreme Elders and knew these people were truly heinous.

The Qingxiamen's atrocities in the name of so-called development were appalling.

They extorted mercilessly, treated human lives as grass, pursued sources at any cost, had blood on their hands, dozens of villages had women raped, source seekers murdered, and many rebellious youths executed with extreme cruelty.

Qingxiamen not only supported over a dozen bands of bandits, but sometimes even acted themselves, posing as bandits, causing countless massacres—all of it started because of them.

To excavate source mines, they forcibly demolished over a dozen Shi Zhai; if anyone resisted, they slaughtered half the villagers—bloody and brutal.

Of course, all these acts were carried out under the guise of bandits; if anyone somehow found Qingxiamen and begged for justice, they would make that person understand what despair meant.

Cruel, vicious, a tumor.

Every word can describe the people of Qingxiamen.

After reading the memories of these two Supreme Elders, Fang Yu frowned, waved his hand, and boundless thunder appeared in the void; then thunder rained from the heavens as he personally intervened to cleanse the darkness.

In an instant, every cultivator in Qingxiamen with sin was wiped out at once; only a couple dozen who had committed no evil survived the thunder.

"These people are too evil—I had no choice but to act myself."

Fang Yu looked at Ye Fan, who was about to fight the Qingxiamen Supreme Elders, and spoke.

"Fang Brother did right—these people truly deserve annihilation."

Ye Fan nodded, his expression deeply moved; before this Fang Brother, the Palace Secret Realm Supreme Elders were nothing at all—mere ants.

He still remembered the first time he met Fang Brother, when Fang Brother already stood apart from others, giving him the sense of an extraordinary person.

Back then, his gap with Fang Brother wasn't great, but over these days, each meeting revealed Fang Brother's power growing more terrifying than the last—truly astonishing.

"Fang Brother's speed in acting is truly swift."

Pang Bo was also stunned.

He was an Other Shore Realm cultivator and felt the power of Qingxiamen's Sect Master and Supreme Elders, sensing their strength—especially the divine figures within their bodies, providing them with immense Dao energy, a power he could not oppose.

Like the earlier Qingxiamen Sect Master, who had summoned a magic treasure—a bronze lamp—that appeared in the void like a sun, pouring down terrifying flames.

Another Supreme Elder had summoned his own magic treasure: ninety-nine black lotuses, possessing immense defensive power.

Yet beneath Fang Brother's single-finger annihilation, every magic treasure, every divine figure, and every cultivator turned to ash.

This was true power.

"Qingxiamen is destroyed. A Men Sect can now be established here—see what kind of Yigemen Sect you wish to build. Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and you two lads—there's over a thousand jin of source in Qingxiamen, enough for your cultivation. I'm leaving now to travel the world."

Having wiped out Qingxiamen in an instant, Fang Yu spoke calmly.

"Is Fang Brother leaving? I can only wish you further advancement in your cultivation base."

Hearing Fang Yu was leaving, Ye Fan felt much reluctance, yet he knew he must let go.

"Fang Brother, safe travels!"