Chapter 43 Divine Pattern

  Han Feiyu's face was gloomy, with two cold glints shooting out of his eyes, and a hint of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he were staring at dead men, gazing fixedly at Ye Fan and Pang Bo, no longer speaking.

  The four young men around him, hearing the almost commanding tone, walked forward together, their faces all with a mocking smile, slowly surrounding Ye Fan and Pang Bo in the middle.

  One of them lowered his voice, seemingly not wanting others to hear, and said: "I don't know what kind of thick-skinned thing you are, but in the Lingxu Cave Heaven, there are some people who cannot be offended. You two dare to say those things just now, don't you know how to live?"

  Next to him, another young man stepped forward a few steps, with a cold smile on his face, and said sarcastically: "It's really unbelievable, just entering the door for a short time, so powerful, I really don't know how to write the word 'death'. However, I think you two won't die, because it's more painful than death to suffer and be tortured, and it's not easy to die even if you want to."

  "Actually, there's a way to make you two suffer less." At this time, another person spoke up, speaking very casually, as if the two people in front of him were just two ants that could be crushed at will. He sneered: "You can break your own legs, kneel down and beg for mercy, then crawl into the lotus pond and bury yourselves upside down in the mud."

  "If I were you, I'd just knock myself dead and be done with it, rather than suffer through life."

  These four people all spoke very casually, not taking Ye Fan and Pang Bo seriously, mocking and sarcastically teasing them, standing in the four directions, not giving the two a chance to escape.

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo had never been ones to swallow their anger, but the words of these four people were really too much. However, they didn't get angry either, and instead responded calmly and composedly with a careless attitude.

  "What are these four silly thirteen doing?"

  "I guess when they just came out, their heads were accidentally pinched by the door panel, otherwise why would they all look so silly and keep muttering to themselves."

  The two of them seemed like outsiders, speaking casually and indifferently, as if they were watching a commotion from the sidelines, occasionally interjecting with a few comments. This instantly made the four young men next to them furious, thinking that these two youngsters, who were like ants to them, were not afraid at all, and had an attitude that didn't put them in their eyes, with mouths that were sarcastic and venomous, making them seethe with anger, and they immediately fell silent, no longer able to maintain their mocking smiles.

  "You're courting death!" one of them coldly shouted, but they didn't charge forward. They had already noticed that these two men were not ordinary in strength and didn't want to capsize in a ditch.

  "Hiss"

  A faint glow emanated from below his navel, a divine pattern like ripples on water burst out, shooting rapidly towards Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

  "God's pattern bursting out of the sea of suffering!"

  "Chuan Fa Lao Zong said that only when one has achieved some success in their cultivation can they exhibit the mysterious method, this is a master."

  ……

  The onlookers let out a collective gasp, as the majority of them were newly admitted disciples who rarely saw anyone display their Mystic Arts, and they all watched with tense expressions.

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo were extremely fast, dodging to both sides. The light mark that was like an iron chain brushed past their bodies, but quickly turned back and continued to entwine the two of them.

  They were still not used to fighting against cultivators who could wield the Mystic Arts, and didn't know how powerful that divine pattern was after bursting out of the sea of suffering. They didn't dare to touch it lightly, so the two of them dodged again. However, this divine pattern followed closely behind, and they couldn't shake it off no matter what. It shone brightly with a metallic texture, looking bright and sparkling as it quickly wrapped around them.

  Bang

  Ye Fan suddenly lifted a huge boulder beside him, meeting the divine pattern that was diving towards him. The two collided and instantly let out a loud noise. A very deep mark appeared on this giant bluestone, which weighed at least a thousand catties, as if it had been left by a knife or axe.

  This caused Ye Fan and Pang Bo to change color at the same time, a cultivator who can cast Xuan Fa is indeed formidable, if it were an ordinary person, they would be unable to contend with him.

  "Hiss"

  That iron-like divine mark, although it left a very deep impression on the large green stone, seemed to have exhausted its power and dimmed its light, turning into an illusory shadow that quickly rushed back into the young man's Sea of Suffering. His body shook, and he retreated two steps backward.

  "These two mantises are really not ordinary in strength, be careful, if you get hurt by them, it would be a loss of face." One of the four young men said in a low voice.

  "Hiss", "hiss", "hiss", "hiss"

  Several soft sounds came, and four different colored lights burst out from the four young people's bitter sea, four divine patterns like iron chains rushed towards Ye Fan and Pang Bo from all directions.

  At the same time, Ye Fan and Pang Bo also launched a fierce counterattack. The area near the cliff was not lacking in rocks, and huge boulders were thrown out by them, with four divine patterns trembling continuously.

  "Bang bang bang"

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo's divine power was astonishing, huge rocks continuously flew up, rushing towards the divine pattern in mid-air, while many large green stones fell towards those four young people.

  Four young cultivators who had just grasped the mysterious method were suddenly flustered, they had cultivated a wisp of divine power and could condense it into iron-like divine marks, but their control over the speed of the flying divine marks was not fast enough to quickly dodge the giant stone, and they couldn't effectively kill each other.

  After cultivating a bit of spiritual power in the sea of suffering, their physique has been greatly improved, but if only considering strength, they are far from comparable to Ye Fan and Pang Bo. At this moment, huge stones weighing thousands of catties keep falling down, and they can only dodge.

  Boulders flew through the air, and four young monks were not only blocked but also constantly retreating, deeply afraid of being crushed by those massive boulders.

  Brush

  Just then, Ye Fan suddenly rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a faint afterimage in the original position.

  Bang

  The next moment he appeared in front of a young monk, a simple and direct punch, heavily hitting the opponent's mouth and nose, causing the monk to fly out on the spot.

  This is a very aesthetically pleasing and powerful punch! Ye Fan's body was stretched out in a very elegant manner, his right arm swung with a natural lightness that was very beautiful to behold. However, when the fist flew out, it was incredibly violent, sending the young man flying over ten meters away.

  A string of blood flowers could be clearly seen spurting out from the monk's mouth and nose, drawing a crimson arc in the sky several meters away, with seven or eight teeth flying out and falling to the ground.

  On the other hand, Pang Bo couldn't hold back either and launched a proactive attack. With incredible speed, he slammed a huge boulder onto another cultivator's body, producing a cracking sound of broken bones on the spot. The person flew out at an angle and fell to the ground.

  Bang

  Bang

  Again, the sound of two heavy blows, and the remaining two were also knocked to the ground by Ye Fan and Pang Bo. At this moment, they performed a violent aesthetics, their fists like iron hammers smashing those two men's mouths bleeding profusely.

  At this moment, the four divine patterns of light dimmed and quickly sank into the sea of suffering of the four people. Ye Fan and Pang Bo put the four limp cultivators together in a row, and then stood there looking down at them.

  "Just now, you few said that we two do not know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, do not know life and death. Now I want to ask you, do you know?" As he spoke, Pang Bo went up with four feet and kicked the four people like rolling leather balls.

  "When we were both grasshoppers, you could squash me however you wanted?"

  "Also said let us break our own legs, kneel down to beg for mercy, then crawl into the lotus pond and insert ourselves upside down in the mud..."

  "Do you want us to suffer a fate worse than death and perish in torment? What an outrageous statement!"

  "Bang bang bang......"

  Ye Fan and Pang Bo felt extremely resentful towards these four people, without a hint of sympathy or mercy. They kicked and trampled them ruthlessly, as if they were stepping on stinky bugs, leaving the four men limp and helpless like four piles of rotten mud.

  "That's enough!" Just then, Han Feiyu, who had been watching from a distance with an icy gaze, walked over, his eyes colder than ever, his face so gloomy it seemed to be dripping water.

  Pang Bo gave him a slanted glance and said: "You think you've said enough? Who are you to talk?"

  "Let them go!" Han Fei Yu's voice was colder than ice, making the people around him feel like they had fallen into an icy pit. Although he looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, his demeanor and temperament were completely inconsistent with his age, and he seemed too gloomy.

  "What makes you think I should listen to you?!" Pang Bo didn't buy it at all.

  As for Ye Fan, he was even more ignoring him, squatting down casually and picking up two people from the ground, then stretching his body, swinging his arms with a very light and beautiful gesture.

  Two human figures suddenly shot through the air like two long spears, flying quickly to a distance of forty or fifty meters away, and then plunged straight into the muddy shallows of the lotus pond, as if they had been swallowed up, leaving only their feet still visible in the mud.

  "Are you looking for trouble?"

  Han Feiyu finally revealed an extremely angry expression, his entire body cold and unyielding, with a chill in the air, pressing forward.

  Ye Fan ignored him, lifted the other two men and threw them out again. With a soft "plop" sound, another two men fell into the mud, straight as arrows, deep into the distant muddy field.

  The people around were stunned and speechless, this result was truly shocking and left one speechless.

  "Hiss"

  Han Feiyu's bitter sea light burst forth, extremely dazzling and piercing. A small wooden seal, about the size of a thumb, shot out, revolving with emerald green light, rapidly expanding, and pressing down on Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

  The people around suddenly burst into exclamations, this was a real and solid Qingmu Seal, not the silk-like divine power transformed from the bitter sea, and absolutely incomparable to the four divine patterns.

  Aoki burst out of the sea of suffering, and a faint green aura flowed out, emitting a heavy pressure.