Chapter 1593 Thousand Illusions Slash

Amidst the cheers from the crowd, the Three Great Families were extremely tense, and the atmosphere was incredibly heavy.

Changsun Cangsong slammed the table and stood up, his sharp gaze fixed on the lake, anxiously searching for Ye Bufan's figure.

"Where's Xiao Fan? He didn't really get into trouble, did he?"

Dongfang Jianye was also extremely nervous; after all, Ye Bufan now represented their entire Three Great Families; he was their complete pillar of support.

In contrast, Situ Dianmo, Su Ruyue, and the other women were calmer; they believed their man would absolutely not act impulsively, would not be defeated so easily, and certainly would not die like this.

Time passed minute by minute, and under the gaze of countless eyes, Yanbo Lake returned to its calm state, as if nothing had happened.

Even at this moment, Ye Bufan's figure was still nowhere to be seen, and Park Jae-sang and others immediately shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, it's over, everything is over, Ye Bufan is dead!"

Yang Zixiong also jumped with excitement: "It's good he's dead, it's good! My revenge is finally taken, and I've struck it rich!"

Facing the continuous cheers from around them, the hearts of the Three Great Families slowly sank to the bottom. Could it be that the pillar of their Family, their stabilizing force, had died just like that?

Hong Sihai stood on the lake, his old face filled with majesty and arrogance; he had absolute confidence in the palm strike he had just delivered.

Although he hadn't used his full strength, the opponent was merely a Martial Saint Late Stage, and he absolutely couldn't withstand such a blow. The final result would be utter destruction.

"Alright, is there anyone else here who dares to fight this Old man?"

His voice was like thunder, shaking the entire world. Even Ye Bufan had been defeated, so who would dare to fight him?

The position of a Royal Realm expert was not something ordinary people could contend with.

"None left? Then this Old man will personally announce today's battle…"

Hong Sihai's face was full of arrogance; he had originally intended to announce that today's battle was over.

But just then, a powerful Aura suddenly emanated from the bottom of the lake, followed by waves churning into monstrous surges. Amidst the sky-filling water mist, a figure instantly shot up from the lake bottom, soaring straight into the sky.

This person was none other than Ye Bufan. Although his clothes were tattered, his figure was as straight as a spear, a faint smile hung on his handsome face, and his entire body exuded an Aura ten times stronger than before.

"Xiao Fan! It's really Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan is alive, that's truly great…"

"Hahaha, I knew Xiao Fan wouldn't (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) die so easily…"

"Great fortune follows great peril. Mr. Ye will definitely take down that Old thing…"

Looking at the Young man before him, Hong Sihai frowned slightly. He never expected this Young man to be unharmed after his palm strike.

Then his expression changed again: "Young man, I never thought you'd actually Break through?"

This truly caught him by surprise; generally, once one reached the Martial Saint Rank, taking another step forward was extremely difficult.

Yet, this Young man before him, under his palm strike, had advanced from Martial Saint Late Stage to the Martial Saint Great Perfection Realm. This was simply a miracle!

Ye Bufan laughed heartily: "Indeed, I have to thank Grand Elder for his help."

It turned out that all of this was within his calculations. Recently, with the aid of Medicinal Pills, his cultivation had rapidly improved, reaching Martial Saint Late Stage, but he was always just a little short of the Great Perfection Realm, unable to Breakthrough.

Later, he thought about it and realized it was likely because his advancement had been too fast and too smooth, lacking the pressure that would stimulate his potential.

It was precisely because of this that he had the idea today of using Hong Sihai to help him Breakthrough.

Of course, he wasn't acting blindly or casually risking his life. The reason he launched three consecutive attacks earlier was to let the opponent see his strength.

It was also because of this that Hong Sihai only used less than half of his cultivation to deal with a Martial Saint Late Stage, and did not unleash the full strength of a Royal Realm expert. Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would probably be severely injured.

If the opponent had truly gone all out, attempting a one-hit kill, then he would have certainly dodged with instant movement rather than taking the blow head-on.

And as fate would have it, Hong Sihai's attack intensity was just right. The immense pressure and his full-force resistance allowed him to instantly Break through to the Martial Saint Great Perfection Realm.

Of course, this kind of thing was only suitable for his current situation; others could not learn it even if they wanted to.

Hong Sihai's expression was grim; he never expected to be used by a Young man.

"Young man, what if you did Break through? Below the Royal Realm, all are ants. Even if you reach the Martial Saint Great Perfection Realm, you are still just a slightly stronger ant. This Old man can kill you with ease!"

"Old thing, you're thinking too much. Now it's your turn to die!"

Ye Bufan's expression instantly turned cold. He raised the Dragon Tooth in his hand high, "Take another strike from me!"

After his cultivation improved, the might of the Dragon Tooth also increased correspondingly. Under the activation of True Qi, it unleashed a blade Aura four to five zhang long, allowing people thousands of miles away to feel the sharp Killing Intent.

"Old fellow, let me show you my ultimate technique, Thousand Illusions Slash!"

With a loud shout from Ye Bufan, his figure flickered, splitting into two, then two became four, four became eight. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky was filled with Ye Bufan's afterimages, numbering in the hundreds, completely surrounding Hong Sihai.

This was one of the inherited secret techniques of the Dragon King Palace, though he had never used it before.

Everyone present was astonished, looking at Ye Bufan in mid-air; they were completely unable to distinguish which was real and which was fake.

Yang Zixiong, however, spat disdainfully: "What's the use of these flashy and impractical things? Even if you have a thousand or ten thousand of them, you can't break through his defenses. In the end, won't you still be slapped to death by Grand Elder?"

After he said this, Di Qingsheng's previously somewhat nervous mood immediately relaxed.

"Uncle is right. Next time, this Young man won't be so lucky!"

Hong Sihai stood in mid-air, his face filled with a disdainful sneer.

Setting aside the fact that with the opponent's cultivation, he simply couldn't penetrate his Protective Aura, even if he could, what good would it do? This kind of illusionary body technique might fool others, but how could it fool him?

Just then, Ye Bufan launched his attack. Hundreds of figures simultaneously wielded their long blades, slashing towards him.

"Petty tricks, break!"

Hong Sihai's heart was full of contempt. He completely disregarded the opponent's attack and raised his hand to grab at a figure on the left.

In his perception, he confirmed that this was the real Ye Bufan, and the blade in his hand was also the true Dragon Tooth, while all the others were mere illusions.

His large hand got closer and closer to the Dragon Tooth, finally gripping it in his palm with a bang. That real sensation made him even more certain of his guess.

But just then, his mind suddenly exploded, and his brain instantly lost consciousness.

With his Mental Energy collapsing, he had completely lost control of his True Qi, and the Protective Aura on his body instantly dissipated.

And just then, a sharp gust of wind from behind, carrying boundless Killing Intent, struck directly at his back.

When Hong Sihai regained consciousness, he was already flying out like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately after, a sharp pain shot through his chest. That punch to his back had actually shattered his heart meridians.