That bizarre curved blade was repeatedly blocked and sent flying backward.
"Take another blade from me!"
That Dark Faction expert was secretly shocked, but, wanting to appear strong in front of the Dark Ancestor, he raised the curved blade in both hands and unleashed a powerful slash. A thick, black blade light materialized, cleaving forward as torrents of saber radiance unfurled with ferocious momentum.
"With such paltry skills, you dare run wild in our village? Seems you're tired of living!"
The Farmer sneered, raising his hoe. His movements and stances were exactly as before, simply thrusting it forward to block.
Clang!
The curved blade was shattered on the spot by the hoe, breaking into several pieces.
The Dark Faction expert's face changed drastically as he hurriedly retreated.
However, the Farmer's movements were incredibly swift. Raising the hoe, he cleaved the Dark Faction expert in two with a single strike.
The other powerhouses watching the scene were secretly astonished. After all, that Dark Faction expert was a Golden Immortal-level master, yet he had been defeated by this Farmer in just two or three moves. This spoke volumes about the Farmer's strength.
"So this senior's combat power is so formidable!
This should be his true body!"
At this moment, Ye Yunfei was eating at Mr. Liu's home, but his Soul Power clearly perceived everything happening outside the mountain hamlet's entrance. Seeing the Farmer cleave that Dark Faction expert in two with a single hoe, he couldn't help but feel both shocked and thrilled.
Ye Yunfei now knew that the Farmer who had fetched him earlier was merely a clone. The Farmer standing at the village entrance now was the true body.
Clearly, this Farmer was at least a Golden Immortal!
"It seems I previously severely underestimated the overall strength of this small mountain hamlet. Someone casually stepping forward is a Golden Immortal master!"
Shock and excitement surged through Ye Yunfei's heart.
"Charge together!"
The ten Golden Immortal experts under the Dark Ancestor rushed forward simultaneously, beginning to besiege the Farmer.
The Dark Faction Golden Immortal expert who had been cleaved in two earlier had already reconstituted his body and rejoined the fight.
"All of you, get lost!"
The hoe in the Farmer's hands continuously enlarged. He brandished it in a circular sweep before fiercely slashing outward, forcing the ten Dark Faction Golden Immortals to retreat step by step on the spot.
"Such potent combat power."
The other Golden Immortal masters watching were greatly startled.
While these ten Dark Faction Golden Immortals were ordinary in terms of combat power, not considered top-notch within the Golden Immortal realm, they were still solid Golden Immortals. With all ten of them joining forces, they actually still couldn't do anything about this Farmer!
"Let me!"
The Dark Ancestor roared in a low voice, raising the massive black banner in his hand as he strode forward. The banner danced in the wind, its black surface billowing like raging rivers and seas, as if intent on overturning this stretch of space-time.
The Farmer's expression shifted slightly; he seemed to recognize the might of the Dark Ancestor's black banner and retreated repeatedly.
"Let's all charge in together!
Although this small mountain hamlet is extraordinary, it definitely can't withstand so many of us experts!"
One of the Netherworld Five Elders shouted.
"Right! Let's not waste time. Join forces, charge in together, and find that punk Ye Yunfei!"
Seeing the Dark Ancestor leading the way with the black banner, the other Golden Immortal masters joined the clamor.
Everyone was worried the Dark Ancestor would charge into the village first, find Ye Yunfei, and reclaim the Yin Seed.
Thus, those Golden Immortals erupted, unleashing their energies as if they were so many erupting volcanoes.
So many Golden Immortals releasing their energies at once created an immense disturbance; the entire world began to shake.
Then, these Golden Immortal masters charged forward together!
"You outsiders seek to cause trouble for our village? Truly sick of living!"
Right at this moment, a silver streak of light shot over from the distance like lightning.
The next moment, a Golden Immortal screamed. A silver fishhook had pierced through his body, lifting him into the air as he struggled frantically.
The silver hook was connected by a transparent thread that was incredibly tough!
Boom!
The Golden Immortal was hoisted high by the hook before being slammed viciously onto the ground in the distance. He convulsed incessantly, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Then, an old man dressed as a fisherman, wearing a bamboo hat, appeared before the group, blocking the way and standing alongside the Farmer.
"It's been a long time since we fought together," the Fisherman said with a smile.
"Indeed.
Let's enjoy a hearty battle today. Afterward, I'll treat you to a drink tonight," the Farmer replied.
Boom…
After speaking, the Farmer and Fisherman strode forward together, immediately engaging in fierce combat with the Golden Immortal experts trying to force their way into the small mountain hamlet.
"All of you, die!"
The Dark Ancestor brandished the black banner ferociously. On its surface, dark worlds manifested, rolling forward with crushing momentum.
"Leave him to me!"
The village chief said.
"Cauldron, come!"
The village chief extended a hand backward and spoke.
Boom…
The far end of the small mountain hamlet violently trembled. An ancient, worn cauldron shot into the sky, streaking over like lightning to hover above the village chief.
This cauldron seemed covered in rust, deeply eroded, full of pits and craters, badly damaged.
With the arrival of this ancient cauldron, the very space in this area sank downward, as if an invisible divine mountain were pressing down upon the heavens and earth.
An invisible, overwhelming presence emanated from the cauldron, causing the surrounding energies and laws to seem to fall into silence.
"Hmph! What broken treasure? Get lost!"
Though the Dark Ancestor felt somewhat alarmed by the aura emanating from the ancient cauldron, seeing its dilapidated state aroused a slight sense of disdain. He snorted coldly.
Clang!
The Dark Ancestor brandished the black banner, smashing it fiercely onto the ancient cauldron with a crisp, resonating clash.
However, to the Dark Ancestor's astonishment, that ancient cauldron remained utterly motionless, rooted firmly in place.
Instead, a faint ache throbbed in the palms gripping the black banner, jarred by the impact.
Clang! Clang!
The Dark Ancestor grew ruthless. Raising the black banner high, he unleashed repeated strikes upon the ancient cauldron, each impact ringing out with thunderous noise.
Yet, that cauldron seemed to have taken root in that patch of space. No matter how the Dark Ancestor attacked, it remained utterly immovable, unaffected in the slightest.
"Hmph, this cauldron is the guardian treasure of our village! Relying on your tattered banner to deal with our village's protector? Pure fantasy!" the village chief declared smugly.
"What dog shit guardian treasure!"
The Dark Ancestor was enraged to the extreme.
The black banner in his hand had an extraordinary origin, personally bestowed by his master. It contained his master's energy and a Soul Power imprint, ranking among his strongest treasures. And yet now, it couldn't even subdue a seemingly battered, rusty old cauldron.