ains but unable to come up with an answer.But Ye Bufan ignored the gazes of the crowd. He strode to the bar and asked the bartender for ten cups of alcohol. After taking a sip, he reached out and patt..."You three little ants are nowhere near enough."

The ancestor of the setting sun laughed arrogantly. With a wave of his sleeve, he deflected Xie Changsi's Thunder Palm and swept him dozens of meters away.

“The two little girls are good, today the old ancestor wants to try them out.”

After finishing his words, he stretched out his hands, dispelling Huang Xiaomei and Yi Luo Xiang's attack, and simultaneously swooped down towards them with a grab.

"Ouch!"

Yi Luo and Xiang let out a gasp in surprise, they didn't expect this old man to be so powerful.

"Break it for me!"

Huang Xiaomei threw a punch with all her might at Zhen Yuan's giant hand, but unfortunately, her cultivation level was still a bit lacking. Not only did she fail to break the attack, but she was instead firmly grasped in the palm of Zhen Yuan's hand.

Yi Luo Xiang was also in the same predicament. She had intended to use teleportation to dodge, but unfortunately, under the immense pressure of the True Yuan giant hand, the space around her became chaotic, rendering teleportation useless.

Seeing that three people working together were still no match for the Old Ancestor of Setting Sun, being pressed to death, those from the Murong family became even more excited. It seemed like this time the three major families were finished, and Ye Bufan was finished.

"Haha, the woman I, the ancestor, have my eyes on, none of you can escape."

The Elder Zanyang laughed arrogantly, but before he could finish, a sudden overwhelming force struck his chest. His true energy dissipated instantly, and the entire person flew backwards.

"Ah!"

His chest churned with a surge of qi and blood, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. Only by exerting his utmost effort to circulate the true energy within his body did he manage to subdue the churning pressure.

Huang Xiaomei let out a sigh of relief and looked gratefully at Ye Bufan. The same Invisibility Divine Fist, the Dragon King's power was far stronger than hers.

As the Old Ancestor of Setting Sun just stabilized his figure in mid-air, before he could understand what was happening, Ye Bufan's figure flashed and disappeared instantly. Then, he reappeared behind him, thunder rolling, and struck his back with a thunderbolt palm.

"Ah!"

The Patriarch of Setting Sun roared with anger, his entire body being sent flying like a ball for dozens of meters. This time, he couldn't control himself anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he was shocked beyond words. The young man's cultivation was not inferior to his own, both reaching the mid-stage of the Martial Saint realm.

At that moment, a clap of thunder roared and a bolt of lightning, as thick as an adult's arm, struck right above his head.

The ancestor of residual sun flew out again, his heart was extremely aggrieved. He never expected that he would be beaten like a dog just after seizing and being reborn.

Even though both Ye Bufan and Xie Changsi used the Five Thunderbolts Technique, Ye Bufan's lightning was far more powerful. This blow dealt heavy damage to Xie Changsi's internal organs, leaving him black and battered, looking utterly miserable.

Knowing he couldn't fight any longer, this young man's cultivation was no weaker than his own, with endless tricks up his sleeve. Fighting on would only result in death at his hands.

"Boy, you wait for me. When this old ancestor recovers his cultivation, I will surely wipe out your entire clan."

He was once a powerful cultivator of the Great Vehicle stage, able to kill a Martial Saint with just a flick of his finger.

"He can only exert the cultivation level comparable to that of a mid-stage Saint now since he has just been reborn through possession. That's why he feels so stifled."

Once he fully recovers his strength, he will surely dismember this kid into a thousand pieces.

Those below the mountain were completely dumbfounded. The ancestor of Sunset, who had just been arrogantly powerful, was beaten to a pulp in an instant, like a dog. Just how strong was Ye Bufan's cultivation

"Want to leave It's not that easy."

Ye Bufan opened his mouth, and a golden light shot out, instantly arriving behind Patriarch Zanyang.

Feeling a sense of foreboding, Patriarch Zanyang quickly turned around and with all his might, materialized a giant hand of true essence to grab at the golden light behind him, attempting to block the attack.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated the power of Dragon's Tooth. Under the fierce blade light, his true essence hand was instantly shattered, and then a sharp blade slashed down from top to bottom, splitting his body in half.

In the astonished gazes of everyone, this body that originally belonged to Murong Chenglun fell to the ground with a thud. Due to its previous height, it was completely smashed into a bloody mess upon landing on the mountainside.

And at the same time, a phantom detached itself from Murong Chenglong's body, eventually transforming into a sharp-nosed and monkey-faced figure in mid-air.

"Boy, you dare to ruin my physical body You wait, old ancestor won't let this go. Sooner or later, I will make you perish both in form and spirit."

The Sunset Ancestor didn't have too much fear. Although this body was gone, he had already left the ancient ruins and could find another suitable body to possess.

And now that he is a soul, unbound by flesh, he can escape with even greater speed.

That's precisely why he dared to stop his clamor, thinking that the other party couldn't do anything to him.

"Either you or me Then there's no need for you to stay."

Ye Bufan's wrist flicked, and a small black bottle flew into the air.

"Ah!"

The Sunset Ancestor let out a cry of surprise. He had previously been a master at the Great Accomplishment stage, with an extremely powerful soul, and immediately realized the extraordinary nature of this small bottle. Turning around, he was about to flee.

It was too late, alas. A tremendous force roared out from the bottle, enveloping his soul and pulling him in, where he was transformed into a white pill.

Ye Bufan thought to himself and retracted the refining demon bottle. Until this moment, the battle had finally come to an end.

At this moment, the entire Tianzi Mountain was deathly silent. Everyone present had been through too much stimulation today and their spirits were somewhat numb.

Before, I thought this family gathering would inevitably be controlled by the Murong family, but I didn't expect the situation to change again and again, with twists and turns that were more complex than Hollywood blockbusters. Now, finally, the dust has settled.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, and several people fell from the air and returned to the ranks of the three major families.

"Mr. Ye, long live..."

"Long live the Immortal Physician..."

"Xiao Fan is great..."

After he landed on his feet, people from the three great families immediately swarmed him, treating him like a hero.

Su Ruyu, An Yimo, Leng Qingqiu and others' eyes all sparkled with little stars. As women, what they most want to see is the excellence of their men. The man in front of them was undoubtedly the best hero in their hearts.

"Alright, everyone, please quiet down for a moment so we can handle this first."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he turned his head and looked towards the Murong family. Since Murong Chenglong had already been dealt with, it was time to settle the rest.

When their eyes met, those treacherous families one by one bowed their heads. Some dared not look directly at him, others trembled uncontrollably, silent as mice.

At this moment, a figure leaped up, instantly surging through the crowd who scattered and fled. It was none other than the head of the Zhong family, Zhong BaiChun.

"Want to run"

Ye Bufan's lips curled into a sneer. This guy was the first to choose betrayal back then, and now he wanted to run away There was no such easy way out.

As soon as he thought about it, a bolt of lightning as thick as an adult's arm fell from the sky. Zhong Baichun, who was running, was instantly struck by lightning and vanished into thin air, being ruthlessly obliterated.

The entire audience was stunned into silence. Many people who were about to make a run for it stopped in their tracks and stood there meekly.

They realized that there was no chance of escaping before the Martial Saint. Staying might offer a glimmer of hope for survival, while running away would only lead to death.d then started counting down, "Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven..."As number after number rolled off his tongue, the killing intent in his bearing grew steadily stronger.Ye Bufan's brain was rapidly spin...