In an instant, the power of the curse at the cave entrance was completely sucked away. Following this, the Seal was completely broken, revealing a massive cave entrance seven or eight meters high and over ten meters wide.

Just as Ye Bufan was preparing to enter the cave, four or five figures suddenly darted out from the dense forest nearby, blocking his path.

The leader was a white-haired old man from the East. His hair was snow-white, his beard fluttered, and he wore a long robe with a long sword strapped to his back, giving him quite the air of an otherworldly immortal.

Beside the old man followed several middle-aged men in their forties or fifties. The leader among them was none other than Fu Zhaoze, with whom he had dealt before.

Seeing this guy, Ye Bufan had already guessed the identity of the old man: Great Master Ge Wen恭 from Jiangbei. He hadn't expected this old man to have come to the African continent as well.

At this moment, Fu Zhaoze jumped out first, pointed at Ye Bufan, and said to Ge Wen恭, "Master, this is the brat who refused to give you Face. He has repeatedly caused me trouble and left me injured like this."

Ge Wen恭 sized up Ye Bufan, and when his eyes landed on the Demon Refining Bottle, a look of uncontrollable greed appeared.

As a Spell Cultivator and a renowned Great Master, he naturally knew that this was an extremely rare Magical Artifact.

In fact, they had been here for several days, but despite exhausting all their efforts, they had been unable to break the Seal at the cave entrance and could not enter.

Later, Fu Zhaoze came up with an idea; they would hide nearby, wait for others to break the Seal, and then jump out to reap the rewards.

This method proved effective, and after waiting for a few days, they had waited for Ye Bufan.

However, Ge Wen恭 did not believe that Ye Bufan's magical power was stronger than his. He believed that the ability to break the power of the curse relied solely on this small bottle.

He said, "Young man, do you know who I am?"

Ye Bufan said indifferently, "Of course I know. You're Great Master Ge from Jiangbei, right? Your precious Disciple shows off everywhere all day long; I couldn't not know even if I wanted to."

"Since you know, how dare you show disrespect to my Disciple?" Ge Wen恭's expression turned cold as he said, "Offending a Disciple under Great Master Ge has always been punishable by death. However, considering you have some talent, I will give you a chance. Kneel down now and take me as your Master, then hand over that bottle. Not only can I spare your life, but I can also take you under my wing."

"Did you hear that? My Master rarely takes on apprentices. In Jiangbei, there are more people wanting to join under my Master's tutelage than there are fish in the Jiang River. This is a rare opportunity…"

"Brat, hurry up and seize the opportunity, otherwise you will regret it…"

"Brat, hurry up and kneel down to kowtow. Your ancestors for eighteen generations must have accumulated virtue for this…"

Ge Wen恭's Disciples clamored one after another, but only Fu Zhaoze's expression became incredibly ugly.

If this young man in front of them were really taken in as an apprentice, then his own good days would be over. What he wanted most was for Great Master Ge to take action immediately and kill this brat to avenge him.

"Let me take you as my Master?" Ye Bufan burst out laughing. "You aren't even worthy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of those present changed drastically. Fu Zhaoze's expression also became pleasant; if this brat was seeking his own death, then he couldn't blame anyone else.

Ge Wen恭 said with murderous intent, "Young man, do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I do." Ye Bufan looked at him and said, "A person like you doesn't even have the qualifications to take me as a Master, yet you actually want to take me as an apprentice? It's truly a huge joke."

"Bastard, how insolent! To actually not hold Great Master Ge in your eyes…" "Master, show him some of your power and let him see the might of the Old Immortal Ge of Jiangbei…"

These people shouted fiercely, but none of them stepped forward, because they had heard from Fu Zhaoze earlier that this young man in front of them was very formidable.

They were not even as skilled as their Senior Brother, so naturally, there was no need to ask for trouble. They only needed to shout slogans and show their loyalty; after all, the Master would take action.

Fu Zhaoze said directly, "Master, you see how arrogant this brat is. You must show him some of your power."

Ge Wen恭 was reluctant to part with the Demon Refining Bottle, so he asked again, "Young man, I will give you one last chance…"

"No need. Do you think I don't know what you people are thinking? Isn't waiting here just to reap the benefits of others' labor? However, whether you can take advantage of the situation depends on whether you have the ability. Hurry up and do it; I'm in a hurry."

Having his true colors exposed, Ge Wen恭 was furious: "Brat, you are courting death. Let me show you what real Mystic Arts are."

After speaking, he raised his arms, and with a slight tremor of his hands, countless ice spears immediately appeared in mid-air.

Each of these ice spears was about a meter long and as thick as a thumb. Although they were not truly made of steel, the tips were extremely sharp, bringing an endless sense of pressure.

"Go to hell!" Ge Wen恭 activated his spell, and those ice spears immediately shot towards Ye Bufan, covering the sky and the earth.

Seeing Ye Bufan surrounded by ice spears, Fu Zhaoze and the others cheered and jumped for joy. Generally speaking, when a Martial Artist fights a Spell Cultivator, one must never let the opponent complete their spell.

Yet this brat in front of them stood there foolishly waiting for the Master to attack; this was no different from seeking death. One had to know that Great Master Ge's attacks were something even a Xuán Rank martial artist could not withstand.

"He's dead, this brat is dead. To actually dare to attack the Master, even an immortal couldn't save him…"

A cold smile also curled up on the corner of Ge Wen恭's mouth; in his eyes, Ye Bufan was already a dead man.

But just at this moment, a scene that shocked them occurred. Suddenly, countless ice spears appeared in front of Ye Bufan.

Compared to the ice spears summoned by Great Master Ge, these ice spears were much thicker, over two meters long, as thick as an egg, and glowing with a dazzling cold light throughout.

"This…" Before Great Master Ge could react to what was happening, Ye Bufan shouted, "Go!"

They saw those thick ice spears instantly shoot out like lightning, crashing into Great Master Ge's small ice spears and shattering them into piles of ice powder that fell to the ground.

And those ice spears, their momentum undiminished, whistled as they shot toward Great Master Ge and his group. This caused complete chaos; Ge Wen恭 and the others dodged and scrambled, some even lying flat on the ground, looking disheveled and wretched, only barely managing to dodge this round of attacks.

Ge Wen恭 crawled out from behind a large rock, with a few blades of withered grass stuck in his hair and his robe covered in dirt. He looked disheveled and dirty, having lost all of the imposing manner of Great Master Ge from before.

"Brat, do you think having a few powerful Magic Treasures makes you amazing? Let me show you what true strength is."

Although the winner had been decided in the previous exchange, Ge Wen恭 did not believe that the young Ye Bufan could exceed him in magical power; he must have relied on some kind of immensely powerful Magical Artifact.

Therefore, he launched another attack. As he pinched his fingers to cast a spell, countless fireballs appeared out of thin air, surrounding Ye Bufan.

Each of these fireballs was the size of a goose egg, looking dazzlingly bright, raising the temperature in front of the entire cave by several degrees.

But before Ge Wen恭 could launch his attack, he suddenly saw another massive fireball appear in front of him.

This fireball was the size of a basketball, radiating light and emitting a scorching aura; it was practically like a small sun, making one unable to look at it directly.

In comparison, the fireballs he had summoned were simply children's toys; the difference was truly too vast.