"Master, I'll deal with this old man." Aile Bella knew it was inconvenient for Zhang Fan to make a move, so she offered.
After cultivating by Zhang Fan's side for a period, her current strength was enough to fight against a peak Saint realm expert. Although she couldn't guarantee victory against Ye Wen, if she displayed her power, Ye Wen would likely retreat.
"Forget it. This old man seems quite stubborn, and it might take a while to settle things if you fight him,"
"I'll handle it myself."
As Zhang Fan spoke, he took a step forward, narrowed his eyes at the short, stout old man, and said, "It seems you won't leave on your own, so I'll have to help you."
"This brat..."
The Saints from the other major factions chuckled inwardly upon seeing Zhang Fan preparing to attack Ye Wen, thinking him utterly arrogant.
Who was Ye Wen?
He was a super expert at the peak Saint realm. Even most of the leaders of the major factions were only at this level. This young man from Huaxia, despite his genius, was far too outmatched to challenge Ye Wen.
"You help me?"
Ye Wen shook his large, round head. A trace of ferocity appeared on his face, which was as flat as a round cake. "If you're looking for death, don't blame me."
Ye Wen raised his palm and slammed it towards Zhang Fan. He didn't use any specific techniques, relying on his profound cultivation to unleash a torrent of true qi, which made everyone present feel the pressure.
"This old man cultivates true qi. His strength is indeed formidable. If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to withstand even this casual palm strike."
"What a shame..."
Yi Fei Cheng shook his head, feeling a sense of pity.
"The older generation of the Daquan Gang are almost all native Huaxians who were forced to leave Huaxia due to circumstances and develop overseas."
"They naturally cultivate true qi. Even among the younger generation of the Daquan Gang, many still cultivate true qi. Relatively speaking, those who cultivate energy are a minority within the Daquan Gang."
Ge Qing explained from the side.
As they were speaking, the short, stout old man's palm finally landed, striking Zhang Fan's head forcefully.
The intense impact generated an energy wave that spread outwards, stirring up dust and obscuring Zhang Fan's figure.
"He didn't get killed by just one palm, did he?"
The sea breeze blew, and as the dust settled, a straight and tall figure was revealed.
Despite the swirling dust around him, Zhang Fan remained spotless. He stared at the short, stout old man, whose expression had become somewhat grim, and chuckled, "With such meager strength, you dare to show off in front of me!"
"Since I've taken your palm, why don't you try taking one from me?"
Adhering to the principle of reciprocity, Zhang Fan unleashed a palm strike towards the short, stout old man.
It seemed like a casual strike, but as he made his move, the sky appeared to dim. A torrent of energy rapidly gathered, forming a colossal palm print that seemed to blot out the sun, descending upon the short, stout old man.
"What is this?"
"A God realm expert?"
"This young man is actually a God realm expert?"
The moment Zhang Fan moved, he drew upon the energies of heaven and earth, forming a terrifying aura that caused everyone present to feel stifled and breathless.
At Zhang Fan's age, cultivating to the Saint realm was already a rare genius talent, even in a century.
However, when Zhang Fan fully revealed his strength, they finally understood how terrifying this young man from Huaxia truly was.
"I know who he is!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "He must be that Huaxian God realm expert who killed Sissis of the Holy See, known as Master Zhang."
"It's actually him!"
Everyone present was of noble status and well-informed, so they had naturally heard rumors about Zhang Fan's battle with the Holy See.
It was rumored that Zhang Fan had fought two great Saints of the Holy See alone, not only defeating them with ease but also killing one.
Although both Saints of the Holy See were only at the late Saint realm, they possessed many unique methods of the Holy See, giving them combat power comparable to the peak Saint realm.
Zhang Fan's ability to fight two against one and kill one while forcing the other to flee in disarray led many to conclude that Zhang Fan had likely already broken through to the God realm.
Of course, many remained skeptical of this claim, as the rumors described Zhang Fan as a Huaxian youth in his twenties, making such immense power seem impossible.
A God realm expert in his twenties was unheard of, let alone seen.
But now...
"He's actually a God realm expert!" Ye Wen's face turned extremely grim. He could never have imagined encountering such a situation.
At this moment, he could no longer afford to hold back. Facing Zhang Fan's casual palm strike, he felt immense pressure and dared not reserve any of his strength.
"Unfettered Saint Hand!"
Although Ye Wen appeared short, stout, and unremarkable, he now seemed extraordinarily brilliant.
Two balls of silvery-white light appeared between Ye Wen's fat palms, resembling two miniature suns, making it impossible for onlookers to stare directly at his hands.
"Unfettered Saint Hand Ye Wen! I never expected to see Ye Wen's signature technique here. It's rumored that he once exchanged a palm strike with a God realm expert from the Golden Temple using this technique and emerged unscathed. I wonder if he can withstand a palm from this Master Zhang?"
Someone exclaimed excitedly. As a peak Saint realm figure, just one step away from the God realm, Ye Wen had a record of fighting against God realm experts.
With this Unfettered Saint Hand, he had once withstood a direct palm strike from a God realm expert of the Golden Temple without injury, earning him the moniker "Unfettered Saint Hand" outside, which was not only the name of his ultimate skill but also a title representing his honor.
In an instant, the palm print unleashed by Zhang Fan landed on Ye Wen. Ye Wen roared, and the two sun-like palms shot forward, colliding with the colossal palm print.
Ye Wen's defense proved utterly useless. When the two met, the sound of cracking bones echoed.
Then, Ye Wen's already short and stout body seemed to become even more rounded, as if about to be compressed into a ball.
Like a force of destruction, Ye Wen's Unfettered Saint Hand was instantly shattered. He was slammed into the ground, creating a sunken palm print about thirty feet wide around him.
Ye Wen lay in the sunken palm print, completely unable to move, his survival uncertain.
"Wasn't Ye Wen's Unfettered Saint Hand capable of clashing with God realm experts before? Why does it seem so weak? It couldn't even withstand a casual palm strike from Master Zhang."
"It's not that Ye Wen is too weak, but that this Master Zhang is too powerful. His strength has likely reached at least the late God realm. A casual palm strike would injure even an ordinary God realm expert, let alone Ye Wen, who hasn't even reached the God realm. This Master Zhang is truly terrifying."
"Late God realm? Ye Wen is truly unlucky to have picked a fight with such a peerless expert. The Daquan Gang is in for a world of trouble this time."
The onlookers felt a bit of sympathy for Ye Wen's fate, but more so, they marveled at Zhang Fan's immense power.
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