Supreme Cultivation Master

Chapter 702: Chapter 701: Hard to Break Through

That mortal boy from years past now shone brilliantly in the Divine Domain. Even the Main Gods dared not underestimate him, for his achievements were destined to be even more terrifying than their own.

The Little God Monarch immediately shouted, "The Second Sword, Brahma Heaven!"

With the second sword unleashed, he sought to destroy Ye Fan’s sword shield. Unfortunately, when the attack landed, Ye Fan only coughed up a mouthful of blood. The Sword Qi shield of the Yuanhong Sword remained perfectly intact, without a single flaw. The Little God Monarch grew furious.

Hundreds of miles away across the starry sky, the Main Gods from the Righteous Divine Lineage were stunned by the scene. They could not believe the clash of their Sword Dao could create such a terrifying display. The Main Gods of the Righteous Gods believed that even if Ye Fan were to be defeated, it certainly would not be now. Meanwhile, the Main Gods of the Evil Gods had thought that once the Little God Monarch’s Swordless Realm was revealed, Ye Fan would be unable to withstand a single strike.

But reality was far from what anyone expected. Not only did Ye Fan withstand the attack, but he also emerged relatively unscathed. While he had consumed a great deal of Inner Strength, that was to be expected, as Ye Fan had been on the defensive from the very beginning.

At this moment, he challenged the Little God Monarch, "Come on! Let me see if your so-called Heroic Thirteen Swords are as terrifying as the legends say!"

Ye Fan refused to believe that the Heroic Thirteen Swords represented a new frontier in the Sword Dao. He was confident that although the Little God Monarch’s talent might surpass the other gods, he could not have possibly created a stronger sword technique.

The Little God Monarch retorted, "I won’t disappoint you! Behold!"

He once again unleashed his Sword Dao Power. The Heroic Fourth and Fifth Swords activated, flooding the surroundings with an endless heroic force. Under the immense pressure of two consecutive sword strikes, Ye Fan felt a great oppression that forced him to one knee. Yet, even then, he continued to fend off the attacks with his Yuanhong Sword, its resilience proving just as unexpected.

Enraged once more, the Little God Monarch attacked consecutively, this time unleashing four swords at once. But when the Heroic Ninth Sword came crashing down, the Yuanhong Sword remained unharmed. Ye Fan’s half-kneeling body straightened up, and he finally stood tall. Though it was an immense effort, standing up signified he had reached a new height. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and reformed his Sword Qi.

In the entire world, who could possibly withstand the Little God Monarch’s nine heaven-defying swords when realms are mismatched, let alone when they are equal? This boy from the Righteous Gods has terrifying willpower. It’s a pity he will die today at the hands of the Little God Monarch. Otherwise, in a hundred years, he would surely spell the doom of our Evil God lineage!

Many Martial Artists of the Evil Gods trembled, horrified by Ye Fan’s formidable tenacity. His incredible talent allowed him to withstand the nine heaven-defying swords of the Little God Monarch. They initially thought he would quickly falter, but unexpectedly, he seemed to grow more spirited with each passing moment. Such a terrifying scene was truly rare; no one could have predicted Ye Fan would be so indomitable. This was all too surprising.

The Martial Artists from the Righteous Divine Lineage were also terrified by the Little God Monarch. It seemed only Ye Fan could resist his nine heaven-defying swords. But as Ye Fan grew stronger, their worries began to dissipate.

Seeing that Ye Fan had blocked nine of his swords, the Little God Monarch was thoroughly enraged. He roared, "I refuse to believe your sword techniques are invincible! My four strongest swords are last, and they will surely claim your life!"

With that, the Little God Monarch charged into the sky, perfectly embodying a heroic, commanding aura as he looked down from on high. In the presence of the Hero Sword, everyone felt an instinct to submit. They hurriedly channeled their Cultivation Techniques to resist the heroic presence of a monarch reigning supreme.

The Little God Monarch declared, "The Tenth Sword, Monarch Overlooking the World! The Eleventh Sword, By My Call, Heaven and Earth! The Twelfth Sword, Sword Shattering the Blue Sky!"

He launched three swords in succession, each powerful enough to obliterate Ye Fan. They were overwhelmingly mighty. Witnessing this, even the Main Gods took a sharp breath. Within the same realm, it seemed impossible for anyone to withstand even one of these three swords.

At this moment, Ye Fan made his move. He unleashed his strongest sword technique, and the blade of the Yuanhong Sword took on a golden hue. As the three sword strikes landed on his blade, Ye Fan struggled to defend against them. His body began to wobble unsteadily. Seeing this, everyone knew the contest between Ye Fan and the Little God Monarch had reached its conclusion. Ye Fan’s doom was imminent, for the Little God Monarch still had one final sword to unleash.

But Ye Fan was still desperately hanging on.

The Little God Monarch shouted, "It’s finally broken! Now, face your destruction! Hell Sword!"

The final move was the darkest of them all. It lacked the heroic grace of the others, but it was without a doubt the most formidable. Once this attack landed, Ye Fan was sure to be annihilated, for the Little God Monarch had summoned Hell itself, and endless darkness descended upon the land. Finally, everything went dark.

The final move struck with an unstoppable momentum that even Ye Fan could likely not withstand. The last sword pierced his Sword Qi shield, shattering it instantly. With the shield broken, Ye Fan suffered a devastating blow. He spat out mouthfuls of blood as he was sent flying backward.

The Little God Monarch landed calmly, believing that if Ye Fan could have broken even that move, his Heroic Thirteen Swords would have been rendered meaningless. No one dared to breathe, all watching the battlefield with rapt attention.

Who could have possibly anticipated that at this moment, Ye Fan would rise once more?

"Impossible! He can’t be that heaven-defying!"

The crowd was in an uproar. That move had not been enough to kill Ye Fan. Was the Little God Monarch too weak, or was Ye Fan too strong? But the Little God Monarch was the number one genius of the Nine Heavens. How could he be weak?

At this moment, Ye Fan calmly wiped the blood from his lips. His trembling body grew still. He had transformed.

He asked the Little God Monarch, "Are you finished with your moves?"

The Little God Monarch stood frozen, shocked and at a loss. He never dreamed that his thirteen ultimate strikes—his strongest techniques—could fail to kill Ye Fan. At this moment, he even began to suspect that his Hero Sword had a fatal flaw.

Ye Fan said, "Since you’re done, it’s my turn to attack. The Vastness of Time!"

It was a strike so mystical and profound it was as if one could witness the endless turning of ages in a single glance—an unstoppable momentum. He shot forward with the Yuanhong Sword, and within the flow of The Vastness of Time, the Little God Monarch’s body was pierced through.

"AH!"

Only his desperate, unwilling scream echoed as the Little God Monarch collapsed. Ye Fan remained standing, as placid as still water. The Little God Monarch struggled to get up, but he could not rise.

This move startled the Main Gods and even the expert Divine Generals. The Vastness of Time activated the state of Unity of Heaven and Man. In terms of understanding the Sword Dao, it far surpassed the Little God Monarch’s Heroic Thirteen Swords. If he possessed the power of a Main God, this strike could likely obliterate all the gods. That a youth from the Righteous Divine Lineage could wield such a profound technique was beyond their comprehension. Perhaps not even the Sword Emperor could grasp such a perfect move.

At this moment, the Little God Monarch shrieked, "I can’t accept this! I can’t accept it! My own self-created technique couldn’t defeat you! Are my Heroic Thirteen Swords really as insignificant as an ant? Why? I meticulously created this technique, combining the strengths of a hundred schools while discarding their weaknesses! I never thought it would fail to withstand even your most ordinary move!"

The Little God Monarch was on the verge of collapse.