Observing the calm expression of the grey-robed cultivator, Mo Fan’s brows furrowed slightly.
He detected no trace of fear on the man’s face; instead, the cultivator appeared indifferent, as if unconcerned about the impending battle.
This put Mo Fan on guard, realising that his opponent was either excessively arrogant or possessed genuine skills and trump cards, explaining his lack of fear.
From the start, this man seemed to deliberately downplay his presence, making himself the least noticeable among the six, coasting through while others fell, surviving until the end.
Could such a person be an arrogant fool?
Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly grinned, “I see, you were waiting for those others to die, weren’t you?”
“That way, you could claim all the resources, including what’s in their storage bags!”
The grey-robed cultivator paused briefly, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at Mo Fan, “I thought all demons were dim-witted fools, but you’re quite clever for one.”
“Is it because you’re at the peak of Qi Refining that you don’t take me seriously?” Mo Fan frowned.
“You could say that.”
The grey-robed cultivator smiled, raising his longsword to point at Mo Fan, grinning, “But I’m no ordinary peak Qi Refiner, I’m a cultivation genius with dual spiritual roots!”
Dual spiritual roots?
Some kind of human cultivator classification?
Mo Fan mused to himself, then grinned back, “That’s great, I love fighting geniuses. If I can kill you, it proves my strength surpasses a genius like you!”
“What a boastful fool!”
The grey-robed cultivator snorted, then moved instantly, far faster than before, becoming a blur as he charged at Mo Fan.
“Clang!”
A sword hum rang out as a nearly ten-foot-long sword qi slashed towards Mo Fan.
Expressionless, Mo Fan kicked the unconscious Lu Tantan away, demonic energy surging as a ten-foot golden brick rose to shield him.
“Clang—”
A loud buzz echoed, the golden brick trembling but undamaged.
“Peak Qi Refining, so what?”
“I’ll kill you all the same!”
Mo Fan leapt into the air, grabbing a corner of the golden brick, swinging it overhead and smashing it down towards the grey-robed cultivator!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…!
At the critical moment, the grey-robed cultivator slashed out several times, sending waves of astonishing sword qi to deflect the falling brick.
But his face paled, realising he’d underestimated the brick’s weight.
A brick weighing tens of thousands of pounds couldn’t be repelled by mere sword qi!
As it seemed the grey-robed cultivator would be crushed to a pulp, he remained calm, forming hand seals. The ground trembled violently.
Rumble—
Instantly, the earth shook, and a massive stone pillar shot up like a bamboo shoot after rain, blocking the falling brick!
Hm?
Mo Fan was slightly surprised but roared, “Break!”
Boom—
The stone pillar shattered, the brick crashing to the ground, shaking the earth, sending dirt and leaves flying, with cracks spreading several feet outward.
To Mo Fan’s regret, the grey-robed cultivator had dodged in time, unscathed.
“Not a bad magic treasure, I want it!”
A glint of greed flashed in the grey-robed cultivator’s eyes, eyeing Mo Fan’s golden brick.
“Let’s see if you live to take it!”
Mo Fan sneered, hefting the brick and charging at the cultivator!
Thud! Thud! Thud…!
As Mo Fan ran, the ground quaked lightly, like drumbeats or a stampede of beasts, the momentum staggering.
Seeing this, the grey-robed cultivator tossed out his flying sword, hands rapidly forming seals, pointing at Mo Fan and shouting, “Hah!”
As his voice rang out, the ground shook again.
Rumble—
In an instant, thick stone spikes burst from the earth, stabbing towards Mo Fan.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“Nothing special!”
Mo Fan grinned ferociously, swinging the brick with a terrifying force exceeding forty thousand pounds, shattering each stone spike to dust with every strike!
The grey-robed cultivator was indeed strong, far surpassing the previous five.
This ignited Mo Fan’s excitement.
In this clash with such a formidable opponent, his blood seemed to boil!
A thrill from his very bloodline!
With a savage grin, Mo Fan fought like a madman, tirelessly swinging the golden brick, smashing spike after spike, advancing at an astonishing speed towards the cultivator!
As Mo Fan closed in, the grey-robed cultivator’s calm face darkened. He quickly pulled two talismans from his storage bag, slapped them on his legs, and turned to flee!
“Trying to escape again?”
Mo Fan sneered, slapping two speed talismans on his own legs, leaping several feet with each bound, closing in on the cultivator in moments.
“Die!”
Mo Fan swung the brick down at the cultivator’s head!
At the moment of life and death, the grey-robed cultivator, far from panicking, smirked mockingly, “You’re the one who’ll die!”
With a hand seal, several stone pillars rose from the ground, while thick vines slithered from nearby grass, like giant pythons, binding Mo Fan’s limbs and body, pinning him in place.
Simultaneously, the cultivator threw out several talismans, bombarding Mo Fan.
“Swish!”
At the last moment, a piercing sound rang out as the flying sword he’d tossed earlier burst from the ground, shooting towards Mo Fan!
This was his calculated killing trap!
Boom boom boom…
A series of explosions rang out as the talismans activated, turning into fireballs that engulfed Mo Fan!
“Just a mid-stage Demon Ding, yet so troublesome, but you’ll die by my hand!”
Seeing the flames soar, the grey-robed cultivator sighed in relief, feeling drained, his face slightly pale.
This battle had consumed much of his spiritual energy and many of his precious techniques.
“I hope the gains make up for my losses, or I’m in trouble!”
Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the flames but froze halfway, stopping in his tracks.
He stared in disbelief as a golden door stood on the ground, seemingly blocking all the flames.
“My connection to the flying sword is gone…”
The grey-robed cultivator gritted his teeth, a muffled groan escaping as blood trickled from his mouth.
“Damn it, I should’ve known, this guy’s abilities are too strange, even swallowing a flying sword!”
Muttering, his face showed deep reluctance as he reached for two more speed talismans.
“Planning to run again?”
A mocking voice came, and the cultivator instinctively looked up, meeting a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.
Divine Ability: Eyes of Charm!
Instantly, the grey-robed cultivator froze.
With a low roar, Mo Fan brute-forced the vines binding him, snapping them apart, then opened his mouth towards the cultivator!
“Swish!”
A streak of light shot from his mouth, piercing the air.
The grey-robed cultivator was dead, his head severed by the flying sword.
“Peak Qi Refiner, nothing more!”
“Cough… Killed by your own sword, fitting for a genius like you!”
Mo Fan coughed, blood seeping from his mouth. Looking down, he saw a wound piercing his robe at his chest, blood flowing freely.
Frowning slightly, Mo Fan ignored the injury, approached the corpse, and with a wave, took the storage bag from the cultivator’s waist. Opening his mouth, he swallowed the nearby flying sword into his inner space.
After all this, he turned back to find Lu Tantan, only to see the creature was completely knocked out…
