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In his past life, Ye Fan was a Divine Emperor, and the Great Might Covers the Sky Palm was his signature technique.
This was a divine power wielded by the Divine Emperor. With his previous cultivation level, even an entire star domain could be crushed in an instant.
The sheer power of it was unimaginable.
Although he had only recently awakened his memories and his current cultivation was leagues away from his past self, the might of such a technique remained beyond comprehension.
In the void, a massive hand, known as the Great Hand of Suppression, loomed overhead.
In an instant, it locked onto Moyang Yun completely.
The terrifying pressure swept over him like a tidal wave.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the ground beneath Moyang Yun shattered instantly under this immense pressure. His legs sank deep into the earth.
His hair was disheveled by the force, flying wildly as shock and horror spread across his face.
In his eyes, deep astonishment and fear emerged.
At that moment, he felt as if a great mountain was hovering above him.
It completely bound him in place.
Even attempting to struggle or evade was impossible.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!
Damn it!
Moyang Yun felt an overwhelming urge to curse.
Who could tell him why an eight-year-old brat possessed such terrifying power?
"Boom!"
Moyang Yun unleashed his late-stage Tribulation cultivation, trying to maintain his form.
However, with Ye Fan's movement, the Great Hand of Suppression in the void descended instantly.
"Rumble!!!"
The Great Hand of Suppression came crashing down, unstoppable, extinguishing the momentum that Moyang Yun had just unleashed.
"Bang!"
The enormous hand landed heavily on Moyang Yun.
With a resounding explosion, amidst endless terror and unwillingness, Moyang Yun's body shattered like that of the previous Golden Core Stage expert.
Ye Fan was momentarily stunned to see Moyang Yun crushed into powder by his own palm.
Then, feeling somewhat apologetic, he patted his delicate little hands and said helplessly, "It seems I still need to improve my control over my strength!"
In his past life, Ye Fan would never have made such a mistake.
If he intended to crush someone into meat paste, he would have done so without fail, unlike this slip-up.
In stark contrast to Ye Fan's calm demeanor, everyone present stared wide-eyed in shock.
They looked at Ye Fan's seemingly delicate and fragile figure, their hearts filled with an overwhelming sense of disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
A master at the late Tribulation Stage was unexpectedly killed with a single slap by an eight-year-old brat.
The Tribulation Stage!
Such cultivation was considered top-tier throughout the Heavenly River Mansion and even the Azure Wave Continent.
Yet, it was Ye Fan who delivered the fatal blow.
Did this mean that Ye Fan's cultivation was even more formidable than the Tribulation Stage?
Was he a terrifying powerhouse?
But he was still just an eight-year-old child!
It would be hard for anyone to associate an eight-year-old brat with someone capable of killing a Tribulation Stage expert with a single strike.
Thus, for a moment, the members of the Ye Family looked at Ye Fan as if he were a monster.
Even Ye Fan's father, Ye Qiancheng, shared the same expression.
His eyes were filled with astonishment and delight from witnessing Ye Fan's overwhelming power, but beneath that astonishment and joy lay a hint of doubt.
Could this really be his son?
Ignoring the shock of Ye Qiancheng and the Ye Clan members, after easily dispatching Moyang Yun, Ye Fan's gaze shifted to the remaining experts from the Mo Family.
In his youthful eyes, a glimmer of sharpness emerged.
"Wow!!!"
The experts from the Mo Family were completely terrified at this moment.
When Ye Fan's gaze fell upon them, just a single look made them break out in a cold sweat, and they instantly knelt down in panic.
In perfect unison, they all knelt before Ye Fan, trembling with fear.
"Please... spare us, great one!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
The Mo Family experts repeatedly knocked their heads on the ground, begging for mercy.
Kneeling before a brat, they addressed him as "great one."
"Great one?"
Ye Fan was slightly taken aback, a hint of intrigue appearing on his youthful face.
This title wasn't bad!
Alright then!
I, Ye Fan, will lay my cards on the table.
I am indeed the great one.
However, Ye Fan had no intention of letting these people from the Mo Family off the hook.
With his small hands clasped behind his back, he stood there, almost at eye level with the kneeling experts of the Mo Family.
Yet he looked down at them with an air of superiority.
In a tone that was both youthful and serious, he said, "Spare your lives? If it weren't for the celestial being who descended not long ago, imparting to me a century's worth of power and teaching me cultivation, I fear that the entire Ye Family would have already been wiped out by your Mo Family."
"Now you expect me to spare your lives? That's impossible." Ye Fan's voice was extremely earnest, resonating with authority and intensity.
Of course, the so-called celestial being and the transmission of a century's power were nothing but fabrications from Ye Fan's mouth.
He made up this story to make it easier to explain later in front of Ye Qiancheng and the others.
After all, although he had awakened memories from his past life and could practice the divine abilities he once possessed, he was still fundamentally just an eight-year-old brat.
He was the son of Ye Qiancheng from the Heavenly River Mansion and the Ye Family.
Having said that, Ye Fan did not give them a chance to plead for mercy.
With a sudden movement, he struck out with his palm once more.
In an instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from Ye Fan's body.
A massive shadow of his palm descended upon all the Mo Family experts kneeling on the ground, crashing down with tremendous force.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
Behind Ye Fan, Ye Qiancheng and the other Ye Clan members were left in shock, their minds reeling.
Under Ye Fan's seemingly casual strike, those previously arrogant Mo Family experts found their bodies exploding one after another.
Not a single one could withstand his blow.
In an instant, a group was obliterated, with none surviving.
Killing all the members of the Mo Family did not stir a single ripple in Ye Fan's heart.
However, as he turned around, his expression instantly transformed into one of innocent charm. With a smile, he rubbed his fair little hands together and said, "Father, I’ve killed all the Mo Family members."
"Yes! All of them...!"
Seeing Ye Fan’s innocent demeanor, Ye Qiancheng's expression became somewhat complex. His gaze held a mix of relief and deep disbelief.
"Father, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Fan asked playfully, still holding great respect for his father, Ye Qiancheng.
Even though he had awakened memories from his past life, Ye Qiancheng was undeniably his father in this life.
"Father, are you hurt?" Ye Fan approached Ye Qiancheng like a little adult, asking with concern.
Ye Qiancheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and then squatted down, placing both hands on Ye Fan's shoulders. With a loving smile, he shook his head and said, "Fan, you don’t need to worry. I’ve only sustained minor injuries; it’s nothing serious."
"Okay, as long as you're fine," Ye Fan replied.
Ye Qiancheng nodded but suddenly became much more serious. He asked, "Fan, what you just said about the immortal descending and passing on a hundred years of power to you while teaching you cultivation— is that true?"
Ye Fan had anticipated this question from Ye Qiancheng and thus replied earnestly with a hint of exaggeration, "Father, of course it’s true! Otherwise, how could I possibly be their match?"
"That makes sense," Ye Qiancheng nodded.
At just eight years old, if it weren't for the immortal's descent granting him a hundred years of power, there was no way he could have defeated a master at the late stage of Tribulation even if he had started cultivating from the womb!
Thus, Ye Qiancheng had no doubts about Ye Fan's words.
Behind Ye Qiancheng, the members of the Ye Family looked at Ye Fan with envy in their eyes.
"The young master is blessed with profound fortune. With the guidance of an immortal and the imparting of power, his future achievements are bound to be immeasurable— soaring high and astonishing all."
"That's right, with the young master here, not only did we, the Ye Family, escape a calamity today, but in the future, when the young master grows up, he will surely make our Ye Family even stronger."
"The young master has an immortal as his teacher; who would dare to offend our Ye Family in the future?"
The Ye Clan members were all incredibly excited at this moment, showering praises without reservation.
Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a bit disdainful.
Did they really need to wait for him to grow up to lead the Ye Family to become stronger?
Wasn't it possible right now?
However, Ye Fan merely smiled and said nothing.
Instead, it was Ye Qiancheng who, after hearing their words, seemed to envision the glorious future of the Ye Family and couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Good, good! You are right. I, Fan, have an immortal as my teacher; I will surely become a figure like an immortal in the future, and our Ye Family will also grow stronger."
"By the way, Fan, what is your cultivation level now?" Suddenly, Ye Qiancheng seemed to remember something and looked at Ye Fan with great anticipation.
An immortal's teachings could grant a century's worth of power.
To be able to kill Moyang Yun in the late Tribulation stage... he must be at the peak of the Tribulation Stage or perhaps in the Great Accomplishment Period, right?
Wait a minute!
As this thought just emerged, a deep look of confusion appeared on Ye Qiancheng's face.
Cultivation is against the heavens; if a cultivator reaches the Tribulation Stage, they would face Heavenly Tribulation.
However... they hadn't seen Ye Fan's Tribulation!
Could it be that this brat had secretly gone somewhere else to undergo his Tribulation with the immortal?
It was not without possibility.
Soon, Ye Qiancheng came to accept this thought.
However, at that moment, Ye Fan suddenly lifted his head.
He stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed at the sky.
"It should be... about to reach the Tribulation Stage!"
"Boom!"
As if to confirm Ye Fan's words, just as his voice fell, a muffled thunder suddenly echoed from above.
Then, the winds began to change, and a fierce gale swept through.
Countless bolts of lightning instantly darted through the clouds.
The overwhelming might of the heavens poured down like an unstoppable torrent.
"Heavenly Tribulation..."
Upon witnessing the strange phenomenon in the sky, Ye Qiancheng and the others were left speechless!
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