Chapter 340 Demonized Ye Fan

The heavy atmosphere in the Blood Blade Sect's main hall had been swept away. In the center of the hall, a magnificent banquet filled the entire hall. Silver and gold wine glasses collided with each other, making crisp sounds, and the strong aroma of strong liquor filled the air. Hundreds of Blood Blade Sect elders and disciples gathered together, laughing and celebrating the great victory they had just achieved.

Nirvana Sect, a sect that was once famous in both the Western Region and the Northern Region, has been completely destroyed by the Blood Blade Sect. Those disciples who once fought to the end have long been powerless and have all been buried under the iron hoof of the Blood Blade Sect. Today, the leader of the Blood Blade Sect personally hosted this grand celebration banquet. Everyone at the banquet was extremely proud, as if they had already stood at the pinnacle of the Western Region.

"Hahaha, the Nirvana Sect is nothing special. If we hadn't mobilized our most elite forces, they would have been wiped out in one fell swoop!" An elder of the Blood Blade Sect raised his wine glass and gestured to his colleagues around him. A young disciple next to him smiled and added, "Sect Master, the disciples of the Nirvana Sect are as cowardly as ever. They couldn't even withstand a night attack from the Blood Blade Sect!"

"Humph," another elder of the Blood Blade Sect wearing golden armor sneered, "These people are just a flash in the pan. How can a small sect like us be compared with the Blood Blade Sect?"

Everyone in the hall was laughing heartily, with applause and laughter rising one after another. Everyone was immersed in the sense of accomplishment brought by the destruction of the Nirvana Sect, as if the master of this world was their Blood Blade Sect.

Behind the laughter and joy, a vague sense of uneasiness quietly spread. The leader of the Blood Blade Sect sat calmly on the main seat, gently twisting a wine glass in his hand, but suddenly felt a chill, as if an invisible pressure was approaching. He narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the hall. All the disciples were immersed in the celebration and did not notice the abnormality in the air at all.

Suddenly, the leader's eyes inadvertently fell on a dark shadow in the corner of the banquet hall. That position was close to the window of the hall. Under the dim light, there was a man wearing a black cloak sitting. Even though it was covered by the dim light, his aura was still faintly visible, so powerful that it was hard to ignore.

The leader frowned slightly, and felt something was wrong. This breath reminded him of a terrifying existence, as if it brought a sense of oppression, and reminded him of the former leader of the Nirvana Sect, who was said to be the top genius in the Western Region.

The sect leader turned his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the man in black. As he approached, his demonic aura became more and more obvious. It was the unique aura of a cultivator from the Blood Blade Sect that could not be disguised.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" An elder beside him noticed the master's abnormality and asked in a low voice.

The sect leader waved his hand, signaling the elder not to say anything more. At the same time, he became more and more certain of an idea in his mind: That person... Ye Fan?

Ye Fan walked into the hall, his steps light and firm. His black cloak fluttered slightly, and his face was hidden in the shadow, but the powerful aura still couldn't hide his amazing presence. The moment he entered the hall, all the laughter and joy seemed to be silent.

The leader of the Blood Blade Sect stared at Ye Fan closely, his eyes slightly cold, and a complex emotion rose in his heart. This young man who had been crushed by them now appeared again on this land, and his aura actually carried a hint of demonic energy, as if he was completely different from the silent and cold young man back then.

Ye Fan stood in the hall, looked around, and finally cast his eyes on the leader of the Blood Blade Sect. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer, and whispered: "It seems that you are really proud."

The leader of the Blood Blade Sect was slightly stunned, but soon regained his composure and said with a smile: "Haha, Ye Fan, you finally showed up. You really refuse to repent. The Nirvana Sect has long been destroyed, and your foundation no longer exists. You came here today, not to take revenge on me, right?"

Ye Fan smiled coldly, with an unusual light flashing in his eyes. He did not answer directly, but said slowly: "Your celebration banquet is really lively. I came to see how long your celebration can last."

"Humph!" The leader of the Blood Blade Sect snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

Ye Fan did not answer, but slowly walked to the center of the hall, his eyes sweeping over all the elders and disciples of the Blood Blade Sect. His aura became stronger and stronger, and his demonic energy became stronger and stronger, as if the entire hall was enveloped by his aura.

"Your celebration will not last long." Ye Fan finally spoke, his voice low but full of threat, "Today, all the crimes of the Blood Blade Sect will be paid for."

The Blood Blade Sect's leader's face suddenly turned gloomy. He stood up suddenly, staring at Ye Fan with eyes like a hawk, and said in a cold voice: "Ye Fan, it seems that you are really angry and embarrassed. You want to challenge the Blood Blade Sect? If you really have that ability, I would like to see how you can do it!"

However, at this moment, the elders of the Blood Blade Sect stood up and quickly gathered around the sect master. The smiles on their faces had completely disappeared, replaced by coldness and fighting spirit. They felt the strong aura emanating from Ye Fan and knew that this was not an ordinary young man, but a strong man who should not be underestimated.

Ye Fan ignored them, his eyes still locked on the leader of the Blood Blade Sect, and said in a cold tone: "You think you have the protection of the Heavenly Wolf Palace and you can do whatever you want. However, what you are facing today is no longer the Nirvana Sect that you have trampled under your feet, but me, Ye Fan."

As his voice fell, the demonic energy in the air suddenly exploded, sweeping across the entire hall. The leader of the Blood Blade Sect felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards him, as if a mountain was pressing down on his whole body.

"Quick! Stop him!" The sect leader shouted, and immediately several elders and disciples of the Blood Blade Sect rushed towards Ye Fan, trying to stop him.

However, Ye Fan's eyes became colder and colder, and he exuded an unparalleled aura. His body seemed to blend into the surrounding demonic energy, making it difficult for people to approach him. He looked at the enemy who rushed up with contempt and sneered, "Come on!"

With the order, a powerful energy wave erupted instantly, and the disciples of the Blood Blade Sect flew out one after another as if they were hit by a huge force, crashed into the wall, and fell to the ground in pain. Every step of Ye Fan hit the enemy's heart like thunder, making the atmosphere in the whole hall instantly become icy cold.

The Blood Blade Sect's leader's face turned pale, realizing that he might have really gotten into trouble today, and even regretted his original decision.

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, as if all life and death had nothing to do with him, and the Blood Blade Sect's leader was his only enemy at the moment. With his order, the surrounding demonic energy surged, as if a black mountain range swallowed up the entire hall. The suffocating force made the Blood Blade Sect's leader's heart tremble, and the pressure was like a thousand-pound boulder.

The Blood Blade Sect's leader tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, with a look of determination in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he quickly activated the sect's secret method, and the powerful spiritual energy instantly covered his whole body, turning into a sharp sword light, and rushed straight to Ye Fan.

"Die!" The leader shouted, and swung his sword fiercely. The sword energy tore through the air and slashed towards Ye Fan's neck with a sharp gust of wind. This sword was as fast as lightning and as strong as a mountain. There was almost no reaction time.

However, Ye Fan just smiled slightly, turned his body slightly, and avoided the attack of the sect master. At the same time, he pointed his finger lightly, and a dark demonic energy condensed and formed, instantly turning into a demonic shadow, piercing through the sect master's sword energy and rushing straight into his chest.

"Do you think you can hurt me?" Ye Fan's voice was cold and ruthless, like the cold sentence of death. A flash of astonishment flashed across the eyes of the sect leader, and the long sword in his hand was almost instantly knocked away by the demon shadow. He reacted and wanted to retreat, but found that he could not move. The space around him seemed to be suppressed by some powerful force and he could not escape.

"You...how could you..." The clan leader's voice was filled with shock and fear, and he almost subconsciously stepped back, trying to avoid Ye Fan's attack. But as soon as he turned around, he felt a violent tearing sensation behind him - the demonic energy had torn his back apart, and blood splattered.

Ye Fan did not stop, his figure floated over like a ghost, he stretched out his hand, the black demonic energy condensed into a claw, and suddenly grabbed the neck of the sect master. The oppressive feeling almost made the sect master's soul collapse, his eyes were full of helplessness and despair.

"You don't deserve to live in this world." Ye Fan said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, the sect leader felt a destructive force rushing into his body, instantly sucking away his spiritual energy and annihilating his consciousness.

As the master's body drooped weakly, the other disciples of the Blood Blade Sect looked at the scene in front of them, trembling all over, terrified. They knew very well that the master was powerful enough to sweep across the land, but at this moment, he didn't even have a chance to fight back, and he completely fell under Ye Fan's control.

Ye Fan let go of the sect master's body and glanced coldly at the remaining disciples of the Blood Blade Sect. His voice was as cold as ice: "Who else dares to stop me?"

No one dared to speak, and the entire hall was in deathly silence.