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At this moment, countless people's corners of their mouths were twitching viciously, witnessing such a shameless fighting technique employed by the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders for the first time in their lives.

It was utterly subversive, truly rife with overturning norms!

"Youngster, you're finished!"

The leading elder cackled with a grin as his Thousand Year Kill had already stealthily closed in.

Ye Fan sneered, his face filled with playfulness as he said, "Don't speak too soon, otherwise you're likely to get smacked in the face!"

"Get smacked in the face? Tsk, tsk! Impossible!"

Whoosh——

In the instant right after Ye Fan's words fell, the second elder's eyes shot out a gleam of light, and his aged body erupted with astonishing explosive force as he approached. His right hand transformed into an eagle claw shape, taking the lead in a strike aimed at Ye Fan's groin. Had a normal person been hit, it would have surely resulted in a dreadful scene like chickens flying and eggs breaking.

"Second brother, beautifully done!" the third elder excitedly shouted.

Ye Fan's attention was originally on the third elder, who was the main attacker from the front; now, with the second elder suddenly accelerating the pace for a sneak attack, Ye Fan was bound to be caught completely off guard.

If Ye Fan were to be distracted at that moment, he would definitely be heavily slammed by a palm on top of his head, and if hit, even a Martial King Level expert would blead out on the spot.

If Ye Fan had chosen not to confront them head-on, opting to retreat instead, they would be met with their eldest brother's Thousand Year Kill blast, an experience that was sure to be extremely unpleasant.

"It's over! This kid is doomed for sure!"

Seeing the ferocious offensive of the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders, many onlookers cast a pitiful glance at Ye Fan, as though his demise under the Tri-Elders' siege was inevitable.

"Want to kill me? With your filthy tactics?"

In the instant the three men closed in on Ye Fan, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards. Under the dense night, Ye Fan's face was filled with demonic charm.

It was as if he was the king under the cover of night, ruling over the life and death of all beings.

As the second elder's eagle claw approached, Ye Fan's face displayed that same demonic charm, and his right leg lashed out like a meteor, kicking out fiercely.

The second elder of the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders was fast, but Ye Fan was faster.

The second elder didn't even see how Ye Fan made his move, only to find that Ye Fan, quick as a phantom, had already landed a heavy kick on his head.

The next moment, everyone heard only a muffled grunt as the second elder's gaunt body, like a ball, was kicked ten meters away by Ye Fan, slamming hard against the wall.

"Ugh!"

When his body hit the wall, the second elder spit out a mouthful of blood, his brain instantly going blank.

But the second elder, being one of the combat power ceilings among Martial Arts Grandmasters, struggled slightly, managing to stand up from the ground.

However, he didn't stabilize himself and fainted to the ground.

"Second brother!"

Upon witnessing Ye Fan kicking the second elder away, the third elder's face drastically changed.

Ye Fan locked his gaze on the third elder while coldly smiling, "In a life or death battle, to be distracted is to court death!"

As his words fell, Ye Fan clenched his right fist and, with the speed of thunder, lunged it towards the third elder's chest.

"Dammit! Kid, I'll kill you to avenge my second brother!"

The third elder was no fool; he knew Ye Fan's thunderous kick must have cost the second elder half his life.

In a rage, the third elder didn't dodge or parry, but instead charged straight at Ye Fan.

Boom!!!

Unfortunately, he was too careless; while he was distracted, Ye Fan's fist fell like thunder from the heavens upon his chest.

Under the gaze of the crowd, without any suspense, the third elder was struck by Ye Fan's fist and, like his brother, was blasted against the wall.

Spurt!

The third elder wailed miserably as a spurt of crimson blood sprayed out.

He had already been seriously injured by Ye Fan's palm that had forced him back. Now, struck again by Ye Fan's fist to the chest, the third elder felt as if his heart had been smashed, a surge of excruciating pain overwhelmed him. After coughing violently twice, his eyes darkened and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Another one down?"

Seeing Ye Fan defeating two men in swift succession like a hot knife through butter, a group of Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea were so shocked they were lost for words.

"You insolent brat, take my Thousand Year Kill!"

As Ye Fan overwhelmed the second and third elders, the leading elder had already taken advantage of the timing to close in on him.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the leading elder clasped his hands together, raised his middle fingers, and was less than three centimeters from Ye Fan's buttocks.
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"Die!"

Seizing the perfect moment, the leading elder bellowed again as the Thousand Year Kill was unleashed. He was fully confident that, once struck, it would be enough to make Ye Fan suffer exquisitely.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

Feeling a cold breeze coming from behind, Ye Fan's mouth twitched fiercely.

Just as the Thousand Year Kill was about to strike, Ye Fan slightly twisted his hips and swiftly dodged the leading elder's lethal attack.

Whoosh—

As he dodged the elder's lethal attack, Ye Fan suddenly turned around, executing a 180-degree spin, and kicked fiercely into the leading elder's back.

"Ugh!"

Struck by Ye Fan's kick imbued with Thunderous Power, the leading elder's expression drastically changed, and he plunged headfirst into the ground.

Under the tremendous force, the leading elder's brain was reeling, and he tried to rise and continue the fight with Ye Fan.

"Again?"

Seeing the leading elder so tenacious, and before he could even get up from the ground, Ye Fan sneered and delivered another heavy kick to the leading elder's spine.

Crack!

This time, Ye Fan did not hold back. With the strike landing, everyone on-site heard a loud sound of bones breaking.

Spurt!

Although the leading elder was powerful, he could not withstand two consecutive blows from Ye Fan. A mouthful of old blood sprayed out, and he fell into a complete unconscious state.

"Elders, elders!"

When all three of the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders were defeated by Ye Fan in one fell swoop, Huang Zicheng yelled as if struck by a bolt and from a clear sky.

Seeing each of the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders fall into unconsciousness, Huang Zicheng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Impossible! This can't be possible!" Huang Zicheng stumbled and said with a pale face.

The Soul Reaping Tri-Elders were among the top three strongest in combat power within the East Sea's number one family, the Chen Family, and together they could kill a Martial Arts King.

Who would have thought that in front of Ye Fan, the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders couldn't even muster their combat power and were successively broken by Ye Fan.

Collapse!

At that moment, one could only imagine the extent of Huang Zicheng's inner turmoil.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the group of Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea could no longer contain their astonishment and burst into exclamations.

"Defeated? The Soul Reaping Tri-Elders were all defeated by this kid? How... How is that possible?"

"Together, the Soul Reaping Tri-Elders could fight those of Martial King Level prowess, and yet, to think that they would all be taken down consecutively by this young man. Could his strength surpass even those of the Martial King Level? Is he some kind of freak?"

"My god! Since ancient times, it has always been the case of the new waves pushing the old ones, but now the new wave has directly smashed the old wave against the shore! Could this kid be a bona fide Martial Arts prodigy?"

For a moment, countless people looked at Ye Fan with a gaze filled with horror, having never heard of someone so young possessing such ferocious combat power in their lifetime.

"Impossible? Why should it be impossible?"

Ye Fan, ignoring everyone's shock, fixed his gaze on the ashen-faced Huang Zicheng and taunted, "Hard to accept this fact, isn't it? Now, your esteemed Soul Reaping Tri-Elders have all been beaten by me. Tell me, what trump card do you have left? If you have no more cards to play, then it's time for us to settle our accounts!"

"What... what do you want to do?"

Being stared at by Ye Fan, Huang Zicheng shivered, his body instinctively retreating, and he stumbled as his legs turned to jelly; to his horror, he found himself sitting directly on a burning candle on the ground.

The next second, under the watchful eyes of countless people, there was a buzzing sound as Huang Zicheng's crotch caught fire.