Upon arriving in the Western World, Ye Fan discovered that everything had changed. The once-powerful forces of old had vanished into the annals of history.
The Blood Clan, for example, were once the foremost overlords of the Western World. Now, they are silent, lurking in the shadows, unable to contend with the God Organization.
In the Western World, while public-facing factions nominally controlled the surface, they all acted cautiously under the God Organization. Members of the God Organization walked the streets unopposed, and no one dared to provoke them. They even killed anyone they disliked on sight. If they fancied a woman, they simply took her by force. All of this disgusted Ye Fan.
Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa were about to take action but were stopped by Ye Fan.
"Boss, why don’t we eliminate these bastards?" Wu Fa asked.
Ye Fan replied, "Now is not the time. Don’t alert the enemy. Soon, you will see this world of tyranny become peaceful."
The two could only nod.
Then, Ye Fan said, "Since we’re here, let’s pay a visit to some old friends."
"Boss, you have friends here?" the two asked, curious.
Ye Fan replied, "Of course. Whether they’re still friends or not, I can’t say."
They felt Ye Fan was too inscrutable. With every step he took, they were left in the dark, unable to predict his next move.
Following him, they arrived at a residence resembling a pyramid.
At this time, five Pharaohs were in discussion. With Ye Fan’s return, they could not sit still, knowing he was a terrifyingly formidable man. If this dreadful man were to lose his temper, they would be utterly unable to resist him. Not even the mighty God Organization would feel safe.
The Pharaoh King spoke first. "It seems the King of Heaven has returned. I have already sensed his presence."
"For the sake of our people and our survival, we joined the God Organization and indeed did many things that harmed him," one of the Pharaohs said. "We have truly wronged him in this matter."
Another Pharaoh continued, "To comply is to live; to resist is to die. We can’t be blamed for this. The only one to blame is him for leaving. The God Organization’s rise to power is overwhelming, so it’s justifiable that we joined them. If he dares to come, I believe he will certainly die at their hands."
"That’s right. The God Organization is so powerful now that they can easily kill even a Martial Artist capable of shattering the Void. Although the King of Heaven had reached that stage back then, it has only been a few decades. For Martial Cultivators, a few decades are but the blink of an eye. No matter how much stronger he’s become, it’s impossible that he could be strong enough to make us tremble," a different Pharaoh added as they discussed among themselves.
At that moment, a gust of wind blew outside.
The five Pharaohs quickly headed to the plaza.
"Who’s there? Show yourself!"
They couldn’t sense the newcomer’s presence, but they felt an immense pressure spreading. A powerful enemy had undoubtedly arrived.
Then, a voice calmly said, "My old friends, am I so unwelcome?"
The Pharaohs felt a wave of terror. Even without seeing a figure, they recognized the voice—it was the King of Heaven’s! Sure enough, their greatest fear had come to pass. Who could possibly withstand such a powerful adversary as the King of Heaven? Judging by his voice, the current King of Heaven was no longer the same man he once was. Decades had passed, and he had increased his strength to an alarmingly terrifying level.
The next moment, Ye Fan appeared before the five of them. They instantly went on guard, their eyes fixed on the King of Heaven. He looked the same as he had years ago, yet he had become even more enigmatic. Although Ye Fan had not made a move, they already felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The King of Heaven was not someone they could withstand. Only by giving it their all might they stand a chance!
"My old friends, aren’t you going to welcome me?" Ye Fan said with a smile.
The Pharaoh King spoke. "It turns out to be the King of Heaven. We haven’t seen you for many years. You’re as impressive as ever!"
"It has been a while, my old friends," Ye Fan said, his smile never faltering. "I heard a lot has happened in my absence. Come, tell me all about it."
Despite his beaming smile, the others felt immense pressure.
One of the Pharaohs spoke up. "King of Heaven, this situation is not something we desired, but it was also beyond our power to stop."
"This world is no longer yours to rule, so there is nothing we can do!"
Ye Fan replied, "I never considered this world mine to begin with. It has simply become too murky and corrupt. My old friends, the choice you make at this moment is yours. I am merely here to ask about your situation."
Ye Fan’s meaning was clear. Although he hadn’t spelled it out, he had already forced them to make a choice. Everything depended on that decision. If they chose correctly, all would be well. If not, he might have to disregard their past friendship.
The Pharaoh King said, "King of Heaven, do not be angry. After all, we are still old friends, are we not? We already know what choice to make. We have fought side by side, united for a common goal! Thus, at this moment, no matter what, we are still on your side!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan responded, "If that is the case, then that’s good. My old friends, lead the way. I want to settle this grudge."
"Alright!" the Pharaoh King immediately agreed.
Suddenly, they separated, taking positions in five different directions. They formed a pentagonal arrangement, the very shape of the Five Son Formation—a technique of the Eastern Mysterious Skill. In an instant, they had subtly arranged the Array, ready for Ye Fan to step inside.
Ye Fan asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
The Pharaoh King replied, "King of Heaven, do not blame us. Our leader has ordered us to bring back your head. Rest assured, we will make it quick and painless."
Ye Fan’s expression turned grim. With his strength, how could their subtle movements have escaped his notice? He hadn’t acted because he was giving them a chance. To think they would throw it away pained him deeply.
For this reason, he said, "Why must you do this? I was sincerely willing to let you go, yet you seek to kill me. Why must you risk your lives like this?"
"King of Heaven," one of the Pharaohs said, "they say that in this life, your fate is not your own to command. You, of all people, should understand this. It’s a pity you came. If you hadn’t, we could have spared you, but you brought this on yourself, so don’t blame us!"
Ye Fan said, "I thought I could change you, but I was wrong. Make your move."
The five immediately deployed the Array. Under their combined effort, the strength of the Five Son Formation increased exponentially. In Ye Fan’s eyes, their array was powerful enough to crush any Martial Artist who had yet to overcome the first great calamity. However, for someone who had already passed that trial, their formation was utterly insignificant.
"King of Heaven, the moment you acted, you left yourself no way out. You eradicated all of the God Organization’s foundations in the Eastern World!" another Pharaoh declared viciously. "Even if you surrender, your death is certain!"
Ye Fan said, "You did not have to die, but since you have come to this, don’t blame me. Mu Chen Dong! Wu Fa!"
"Boss!"
With his shout, Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa suddenly appeared from the darkness.
The five were shocked. They hadn’t noticed the other two at all. Although these two appeared young, their strength was beyond anything they could have predicted.
Ye Fan commanded, "Finish them."
"Roger that!"
Mu Chen Dong moved swiftly, unleashing the Red Sand Power. The formation, despite being powered by all five Pharaohs, was instantly crushed as the Red Sand Power swept over it.
That was not all. On the other side, Wu Fa’s Evil Dragon Power had already manifested, instantly killing two of the Pharaohs. The remaining three could never have imagined that their enemies would be so powerful. The Evil Dragon struck again, mercilessly eliminating the rest.
The Pharaoh King was not yet dead, but this was not due to his strength. Ye Fan had intentionally left him alive.
Watching his four companions annihilated in the blink of an eye, the Pharaoh King’s heart shattered. He and his men had believed that with their combined strength, capturing Ye Fan would be no problem. He never anticipated that the force they took such pride in would be so easily defeated by Ye Fan’s followers. At that moment, his heart turned to ash. Their survival from ancient times had depended entirely on extreme caution, on taking one careful step after another. Who could have known that a single misstep would leave no chance to take the next?