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He wasn't sure if he could evade Ye Fan's mental attacks!
But, but he entered my dream like this, could he have some trump card? After all, he's an old monster who's lived for a very long time!
.........
Iron-Blooded Marquis of the Dragon Guard Manor was busy with official duties and was working late into the night. On a whim, he glanced at the Truman System, wondering what a Martial Saint in the mortal realm would be doing at this time. However, the next second, his eyes widened and he revealed a horrified expression.
"Zhao Huangchao actually came to kill the Martial Saint of the Human Realm in a dream?!" Iron-Blooded Marquis exclaimed in shock, "Isn't this courting death?!"
He then shook his head and sighed to himself, "As expected of that old monster, he doesn't play by the rules! But it's all for the best! The Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm has already broken through one-third of the Boundless Realm! Zhao Huangchao is no match for the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm..."
He then continued working, but he found that he couldn't concentrate at all.
Because every now and then, he would check the Chumen system and discover that the Zhao Dynasty was filled with murderous intent and wanted to kill Ye Fan!
"That old monster..." Iron-Blooded Marquis gritted his teeth and said, "How could he be so shameless as to kill a Martial Saint on the night of the full moon?"
He was also nervous, after all, the old monster Zhao Huangchao had a trump card, otherwise he would never have dared to enter the dream and kill the martial saint Ye Fan so recklessly!
Meanwhile, all the major powers were paying close attention to this scene, wanting to know how Ye Fan, the Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm, could withstand such a deadly attack from the Zhao Dynasty.
Chapter 92 Slaying the Dragon in a Dream: Ye Fan's True Realm!
The moonlight poured down, illuminating the entire Wangjian Mountain.
Ye Fan was lying in bed at this moment, and he looked like he was fast asleep.
But only he knew that he wasn't asleep.
Because tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful!
At this moment, in his dream, he saw an old man who looked like a Taoist priest rushing towards him.
"Boy! Prepare to die!" the old man roared at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan frowned upon hearing this, but sensing the old man's considerable strength, he dared not be careless. He immediately focused his attention and became fully alert, ready to face the old man's thunderous attack at any moment.
Ye Fan said angrily, "Old man, I have no grudge against you, why are you causing me trouble?"
"Haha..." The old man suddenly laughed, as if he had heard something extremely funny.
He then added, "Because you deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man formed hand seals and chanted an incantation. In an instant, a golden lightning bolt appeared out of thin air and struck Ye Fan.
"Zhao Huangchao, do you really want to be my enemy?" Ye Fan's eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at Zhao Huangchao in front of him.
Zhao Huangchao coldly snorted, "Now that you recognize me, I can't let you live!"
Ye Fan felt speechless and said, "You entered my dream just to kill me? Or is it for Li Yang? But I'm just a ninth-rank martial artist, and I have absolutely no connection with your Zhao Dynasty!"
"Heh, you're quite clever!" Zhao Huangchao sneered upon hearing Ye Fan's words.
Ye Fan thought to himself: Damn it! What kind of cleverness is this! He just doesn't want to fight or reveal his strength, what is this guy trying to do!
"Zhao Huangchao, you have already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, and ascension is just around the corner. Yet you are unwilling to ascend, only wishing to remain in the mortal realm to secure the fortune of the Zhao royal family, prolong the life of the Li Yang Dynasty, and ensure its eternal continuation. But you shouldn't have provoked me. If you had been content with your lot, perhaps you would still have hope. Instead, you chose to oppose me, which is utterly foolish," Ye Fan said sarcastically, shaking his head.
Zhao Huangchao's expression changed slightly after hearing this.
Although he appeared calm and collected, his heart was in turmoil.
"You know quite a lot, so you deserve to die even more!"
After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Huangchao coldly said to Ye Fan, "Die!" As soon as he finished speaking, several more terrifying golden bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air and crashed down upon Ye Fan.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and dodged their attacks with a swift movement. At the same time, he stretched out his hands to fight them off.
"boom……"
Two bolts of lightning struck the roof of Ye Fan's house, causing it to collapse and crumble instantly.
"Rumble..."
Then, a dozen or so bolts of lightning, carrying terrifying power, descended from the sky, engulfing Ye Fan with a thunderous roar.
Ye Fan stood amidst the ruins, unharmed... but a faint smile still lingered on his lips.
Zhao Huangchao watched from a distance, thinking to himself that this kid truly lived up to his reputation as a martial saint, managing to withstand so many lightning strikes.
"Come again!"
Seeing Ye Fan in this state, Zhao Huangchao let out a cold shout. Instantly, countless bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air and roared towards Ye Fan.
"Roar!"
Faced with these terrifying lightning bolts, Ye Fan suddenly roared to the sky.
In the next instant, bursts of dazzling white light shot out from his body.
Ye Fan was bathed in dazzling white light, as if a god had descended to earth.
"Shhhhh..."
Countless lightning tribulations disappeared as they approached Ye Fan.
Enveloped in white light, Ye Fan slowly walked towards that direction.
"What happened?" Zhao Huangchao was utterly shocked!
Seeing Zhao Huangchao repeatedly try to kill him, Ye Fan was furious: "Since it's a dream, then I'll let you experience what a nightmare is like!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of Zhao Huangchao in the blink of an eye, and his right fist slammed towards Zhao Huangchao's head.
"puff……"
Zhao Huangchao collapsed to the ground before he even had a chance to react.
"How...how can you be so powerful?" Zhao Huangchao asked, looking up with difficulty at Ye Fan, who was so close to him.
"What do you think?" Ye Fan replied coldly, "You think you can kill me just because you had a dream? That's wishful thinking!"
Zhao Huangchao, however, calmed down. Since that was the case, he now had to deal with this young man seriously. After all, he was a renowned martial arts master, and he had to be treated with caution.
Instantly, a fierce killing intent flashed in Zhao Huangchao's eyes, and a powerful aura emanated from him. He concentrated this aura in his right hand, transforming it into a longsword.
Zhao Huangchao pointed his longsword at Ye Fan with his right hand: "Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm, killing you is as easy as turning my hand! You might as well surrender!"
Zhao Huangchao knew that he and Ye Fan were evenly matched and that it would take a lot of effort to kill him, so he chose to enter Ye Fan's dream to kill him.
Another reason was that he feared being trapped in the formation like Qi Tianchen and Yuan Tiangang, so he chose this foolproof method...
Zhao Huangchao originally thought the plan was foolproof, but who would have thought it would turn out like this?
At this moment, his heart was churning with turmoil.
Ye Fan sneered upon hearing this and said, "I don't think so! If you have the ability, then bring it on!"
Zhao Huangchao's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this.
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Zhao Huangchao roared, his sword energy surging forth!
His longsword, carrying terrifying power, surged towards Ye Fan.
"Buzz!"
The sound of swords echoed through the sky.
Zhao Huangchao thrust his long sword at Ye Fan with the force of a tiger swallowing ten thousand miles.
"Clang..."
Accompanied by a series of crisp clanging sounds, sparks flew everywhere.
During the battle, Zhao Huangchao unleashed a lotus flower of fortune mixed with sword intent, which he then blasted towards Ye Fan.
"Little tricks!"
Facing the Lotus of Fortune, Ye Fan showed no fear and smashed it to pieces with his fist.
Zhao Huangchao was extremely surprised to see that Ye Fan had so easily resolved the situation he had just used, but he did not have any intention of backing down.
"Zheng!"
The Zhao Dynasty's sword gleamed with a chilling luster.
"call out!"
The sharp sword in his hand, carrying a destructive aura, was aimed directly at Ye Fan's throat.
Ye Fan dodged the fatal sword strike in a flash.
"Hmm? It seems to be even faster than before!" Zhao Huangchao muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He remained calm and continued to make moves.
"Shhhhh!"
Zhao Huangchao continued to wield his sword, unleashing a torrent of sword energy.
Each sword aura contained immense power, seemingly capable of tearing the entire sky apart.
Faced with these incredibly sharp sword energies, Ye Fan kept moving.
Each time, he skillfully dodged the sword energy, and while dodging, he did not forget to attack Zhao Huangchao.
Ye Fan took a step forward, leaping high with his right foot. Then he kicked Zhao Huangchao hard in the chest.