The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 268 - 264: The Power of Great Success! (1)

"Terrifying! Utterly terrifying!"

"Controlling Wind and Rain with the power of Great Success in the Extreme Realm… is this the might of a Grandmaster?"

"It's only just begun, and the young Grandmaster is already forced onto the defensive. It seems the outcome is decided!"

"What a pity. In his youth, Lan Xiaosheng was merely at the Great Success of Dark Energy, yet now his Divine Skills are so formidable. If Qin Fan had just bided his time, with his exceptional talent as a young Grandmaster, who in this world could have opposed him?"

"Indeed! A true pity. A once-in-a-millennium genius is doomed to fall here today, at the summit of Emei Mountain."

With just a few Divine Skills, Lan Xiaosheng had drained all suspense from the fight in the eyes of the onlookers. As they shook their heads and sighed, they all lamented what seemed to be the heavens' jealousy of great talent. But this wasn't the heavens being jealous. After all, this was a death wish brought on entirely by Qin Fan's own arrogance!

"Lan Xiaosheng, you have enraged me! If I don't bury you on this Golden Summit today, I'll write my name, Qin Fan, backward!" Qin Fan bellowed in a furious rage.

His entire body soared into the air like a great roc spreading its wings. He faced the curtain of rain, which Qi Force was twisting into ice arrows, without dodging or blocking. The nascent Prison Suppressing Body suddenly shuddered. Before the naked eye, his body, which was not particularly muscular, began to swell rapidly. With a faint ripping sound, his clothes tore as they stretched taut across his frame.

"What… what is this?"

"His body is expanding? Could it be some barbaric werewolf transformation?"

"I've never heard of a Divine Skill like this in the Martial Arts World! What is going on?"

The spectating Martial Artists cried out in alarm, startled by Qin Fan's sudden transformation. At this moment, even Lan Xiaosheng's expression grew solemn and stirred.

I knew killing Qin Fan wouldn't be simple, but I never expected something like this. I've fought werewolves before; their transformation is nothing like this! I've also witnessed secret techniques that cause the body to swell, but those require medicinal stimulants! Yet here is Qin Fan, doing nothing, and his body is not only expanding but also emitting a faint green glow. What in the world is this? This is completely beyond the scope of my knowledge!

"Master Hua, what—what is happening?" a middle-aged man cried out from far behind Hua Xiaotian.

"I don't know! Just watch!" Hua Xiaotian replied, his brow furrowed and his expression tense.

Amidst the shocked cries, Qin Fan's swollen body charged straight into the terrifying barrage of arrows, ignoring the sheer scale of the attack. A fierce, murderous intent flooded his face.

"How is this possible!" Lan Xiaosheng exclaimed in disbelief. If Qin Fan had used his Qi to dissipate the rain of arrows, I could accept that. But to tank arrows infused with the Qi Force of a Great Success master with his physical body… has he lost his mind?

RAT-A-TAT-TAT!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound was like a hail of bullets striking a body. Every single raindrop that had transformed into an ice arrow slammed into Qin Fan, instantly melting and soaking him to the bone. Unbelievably, his forward momentum didn't slow in the slightest, as if he had been struck by nothing more than ordinary rainwater.

Only Qin Fan himself knew he was taking it head-on. Even with the Prison Suppressing Body's protection, how could the Divine Skills of a Grandmaster at the Great Success of the Transformation Realm be a mere parlor trick? The agony of each impact felt like an ice hammer striking my body, a ferocious might only I could feel! Still, in the art of projecting one's aura, how could I ever show weakness before my opponent? His expression remained as resolute and serene as ever.

At this moment, the last trace of arrogance vanished from Lan Xiaosheng's face. With a look of grave solemnity, he retreated swiftly, his movements like the ghostly steps of a moonwalker.

As Qin Fan charged forward, Lan Xiaosheng fell back. In the blink of an eye, their chase had lifted them from the ground. The battlefield shifted into the sea of clouds, onto the branches of ancient trees that extended through the mist.

Lan Xiaosheng landed steadily on a dry branch no thicker than two fingers. With half his body shrouded by the sea of clouds, he halted his retreat and broke into a triumphant smile. "Qin Fan, I underestimated you! But you never should have forced this fight into the sea of clouds. It will only hasten your death! Hahaha!"

As Lan Xiaosheng's taunt echoed, Qin Fan, who was rushing toward him, snorted coldly. "Is that so?"

A wicked arrogance flashed across his face. He furiously lashed out with his Hemp Vine Whip, which was now coursing with True Essence Qi. "Earth Evil Fourth Style—Heavenly Sweep!"

With a roar, the Hemp Vine Whip in his hand danced like a dragon and phoenix, sweeping through the clouds below him.

"Divine Skills aren't your exclusive playground!"

The moment Qin Fan's cold shout fell, dozens of cloud whips, condensed from Energy Transformation, erupted from the sea of clouds without warning. Though they appeared ethereal, everyone knew these whips were a hundred times more terrifying than any physical weapon. The instant they appeared, the dozens of cloud whips writhed like striking serpents, coiling toward Lan Xiaosheng.

This sight made Lan Xiaosheng's eyes widen. As the whips lashed toward him, a grim expression settled on his face. He clenched his hands into tight fists.

"Break for me!" he roared, throwing both fists forward with his full power, smashing them into the dozens of incoming cloud whips.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Struck by the force of his punches, the cloud whips instantly disintegrated into mist and vanished.

Seeing this, Qin Fan's eyelids twitched as shock surged through his heart. Is this the Inner Strength of a master at the Great Success of the Transformation Realm? For the first time, Qin Fan truly grasped the profound depth of such a master's power. If I were to compare Inner Strength, those so-called masters at Great Success or even Dark Energy Peak are trash compared to Lan Xiaosheng! No, they are worse than trash—scum lower than ants! The gap can no longer be described as a Heavenly Chasm between ranks; each rank is its own world!

The fact that Lan Xiaosheng had so easily shattered his Heavenly Sweep with nothing but his fists laid the disparity bare. At the Martial Arts conference, a single, restrained use of his Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma had sent a crowd of Martial Arts Masters fleeing without a fight. A single Mountain-Bursting Slash infused with Qi Force had brought the elite experts of the Heavenly List, who had sworn to defend the honor of Martial Arts, to their knees in submission. Yet this move, the Earth Evil Fourth Style, which he was using for the first time since his rebirth, had been effortlessly neutralized by Lan Xiaosheng. The gap between them was staggeringly apparent.

A storm raged in Qin Fan's heart. Lan Xiaosheng's Inner Strength… it might not be far off from a Cultivator's True Essence Qi!

"Again!" Despite his shock, Qin Fan did not lose focus. With a shout, he formed his fingers into a blade, a faint green light shining from them. He thrust his hand forward, flicked it up, and slashed. "Go!"

WHOOSH—!

At his command, the sea of clouds roared to life. The clouds rapidly condensed into a massive, chasm-like blade. Layer upon layer stacked upon each other, finally converging into a nine-layered blade chasm. With majestic and overwhelming power, the nine-layered blade chasm surged upwards toward Lan Xiaosheng like a monstrous bulldozer.

Simultaneously, the blade chasm, infused with Qin Fan's True Essence Qi, erupted with a brilliant, formless Green Light. In a single breath, the Green Light soared dozens of feet into the air. The charge of the towering, glowing blade chasm, as it sliced through the vast sea of clouds, looked like a celestial phenomenon.