74: The various holy sons are not convinced? Then fight them until they submit.

"Smashed... it's smashed?"

The Elder of the Tianji Pavilion looked at the scattered rubble on the ground, feeling his heart shatter into pieces.

He pointed a trembling finger at Shi Tian, who was shouldering a hoe. His lips moved for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a complete sentence:

"Y-you... all of you... do you know what you've done?!"

"You are making enemies of the Heavenly Dao! And the entire Central Province!"

"It's over... everything is over..."

However.

Before he could finish his lament.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Successive powerful auras, like volcanic eruptions, shot up from the crowd!

"Arrogant fools!!"

A furious roar sounded like a clap of thunder.

A handsome youth, wearing a purple Daoist robe and an jade crown, stepped out into the air. Purple Qi surrounded his body, and divine light shone brightly in his eyes. A terrifying pressure belonging to the Nascent Soul Late Stage instantly enveloped the entire scene.

"It's the Saint of the Zifu Holy Land! Qin Changsheng!"

"My heavens! The ruthless expert ranked fifth on the heavenly prodigy ranking! He's actually here too!"

"Now we're in for a show! These bumpkins from the Eastern Barrens have completely stirred up a hornet's nest!"

The crowd instantly boiled over.

The act of smashing the ranking was undoubtedly a naked provocation.

This wasn't just slapping the face of the Tianji Pavilion.

It was slapping the faces of the hundred heavenly prodigies on the list!

It was telling them—

You are all trash!

Could they tolerate this?

"Hicks from the Eastern Barrens!"

Qin Changsheng floated in mid-air, looking down at the five people including Xiao Chen. His gaze was like that of someone looking at lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Who gave you the gall to cause trouble in the Central Province?"

"Today, this Saint will let you know the immensity of heaven and earth! And the true... heritage of the Central Province!"

"Noisy."

Before Xiao Chen could speak.

Ye Fan grew impatient first.

He stepped out from the group, stretched his muscles and bones, producing crackling sounds like popping beans.

He scrutinized the Saint, who was exuding purple Qi and looked incredibly ostentatious, and asked very seriously:

"Hey... the one wearing purple."

"Are you good at fighting?"

Qin Changsheng was stunned, clearly not expecting the other party to ask such a... down-to-earth question.

"I don't fight nobodies." Ye Fan shook his head, his expression saying, "You're not worthy."

He patted his ridiculously solid muscles and said in a booming voice:

"Revered Master said that before fighting someone, you have to ask clearly."

"Are you... durable?"

"Pfft—"

The surrounding spectators almost laughed their eyes out.

Durable?

Do you think this is a fight between street hooligans?

He is the Zifu Saint! The ruthless expert ranked fifth on the heavenly prodigy ranking!

And you're asking him if he can take a beating?

Qin Changsheng's face instantly darkened.

He felt his dignity had been provoked like never before.

"Seeking death!"

Qin Changsheng laughed in extreme fury, wasting no more words.

He suddenly lifted both hands toward the sky!

"Purple Qi Comes Thirty Thousand Miles from the East!"

Boom! Rumble—!!!

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color!

Endless streams of purple radiance surged from the eastern horizon, like a purple tsunami, instantly engulfing half the sky!

Within that purple Qi, it was as if Immortals were chanting scriptures and Divine Beasts were galloping; the phenomenon was astonishing to the extreme!

A vast, magnificent, terrifying pressure, capable of suppressing everything, crashed down!

"Heavens! It's the Supreme Divine Ability of the Zifu Holy Land!"

"He used a killing move right away! This Saint is truly enraged!"

"It's over, those hicks are going to be crushed into meat paste!"

However.

Facing that terrifying phenomenon, which was enough to make even a Peak Nascent Soul expert change color.

There was no trace of fear on Ye Fan's face.

In fact... he looked a little excited?

"Not bad, not bad."

"This effect is much stronger than that Taiyi Holy Son from last time."

"It looks like... it should be able to withstand a few more hits."

He grinned, showing two rows of white teeth.

Then.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present.

He faced the purple sea of clouds descending from the sky, neither dodging nor evading.

Simply.

He threw a punch!

"O-open... for me!!!"

"Roar—!!!"

A roar, sounding like a Dragon's cry and an elephant's trumpet from the Primordial Era, erupted from Ye Fan's body!

Golden Vitality Qi soared into the sky like a volcanic eruption, instantly staining the other half of the sky yellow!

His figure grew infinitely taller at this moment, his muscles knotted, and ancient golden runes appeared on his skin. He looked exactly like an Archaic God of War cast from gold!

The Archaic Sacred Body, fully activated!

That punch was simple and unadorned.

There were no flashy special effects.

Only the purest, most extreme, and most savage... power!

"Boom—!!!"

The golden fist violently collided with the purple sea of clouds.

There was no stalemate.

There was no explosion.

It was like a red-hot meteor smashing into a pile of cotton candy.

That seemingly boundless "Purple Qi Comes Thirty Thousand Miles from the East," capable of suppressing all things.

In front of Ye Fan's golden fist.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

It shattered into pieces, like a reflection in a mirror or the moon on the water!

"Pfft—"

In mid-air.

Qin Changsheng, who had been so arrogant moments before, was struck by lightning and violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

The divine light in his eyes instantly dimmed, and his face was filled with unbelievable terror.

"Impossible!"

"My Divine Ability... was actually shattered by a single punch?!"

"What kind of Physique is this?! This Vitality Qi... it's even more tyrannical than a Primordial Vicious Beast!"

However.

Ye Fan didn't give him time to think at all.

After shattering the Divine Ability with one punch, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and he shot into the sky like a cannonball, appearing instantly before Qin Changsheng.

"You are too fragile."

Ye Fan shook his head, his face filled with disappointment.

Then.

Another punch!

"Bang—!!!"

A muffled sound, like a beating drum, resonated.

The golden fist solidly smashed onto Qin Changsheng's Protective Divine Light.

That layer of purple light, strong enough to withstand a full-force blow from a Peak Nascent Soul expert, didn't even last for a breath. It instantly became covered in cracks, then violently shattered!

Immediately after.

The fist drove straight through and slammed into Qin Changsheng's chest.

"Crack, crack..."

A bone-cracking sound that made one's teeth ache rang out.

Qin Changsheng's chest visibly caved in.

His gorgeous purple Daoist robe was instantly shredded into butterflies fluttering everywhere.

"Ah—!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the heavens.

A generation's Prodigy, the Zifu Saint.

Fell straight down from mid-air, trailing a line of blood, like a shot-down meteor.

"Rumble!"

He crashed heavily into the ruins of the Tianji Ranking stone stele.

Smashing a huge human-shaped crater into the ground.

Amidst the spreading dust.

Qin Changsheng lay at the bottom of the pit, countless bones broken throughout his body, blood bubbles "pffting" out of his mouth. Like a broken ragdoll, he clearly wouldn't survive.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The entire scene was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the burly youth who had descended from the sky and slowly landed beside the pit.

Then they looked at the Zifu Saint in the pit, who was already unrecognizable.

Their minds were completely blank.

One-shot... one-shotted?

The ruthless expert ranked fifth on the heavenly prodigy ranking.

Just like that... was one-shotted... by two punches?!

Is this actually real?!

"I... I must be dreaming..."

Someone pinched themselves hard.

"It hurts!"

"It's not a dream!"

"My goodness... what kind of monsters are these people from the Hidden God Sect?!"

In mid-air.

Ye Fan slowly retracted the fist that was still glowing golden.

He lightly blew on his fist, as if dusting off non-existent dirt.

Then.

He turned his head and his gaze swept over the equally stunned and powerful "Prodigies" in the crowd.

He grinned, revealing two rows of clean white teeth.

The smile looked very honest and simple.

But the words he spoke were filled with undeniable dominance.

"Next."

"Who else is unconvinced?"

"Don't waste time, come at me together."

"Oh, and a heads up."

"Fragile ones who can't take a beating, don't bother coming up to offer yourselves."