With two punches, Bing Jiu severely injured Du Ya, leaving Mo Fan wide-eyed in shock.
Though he had already thought highly of Bing Jiu’s strength, he hadn’t expected to underestimate him still. The power Bing Jiu displayed was simply too terrifying.
“That punch just now had at least 80,000 jin of force!” Mo Fan silently compared it in his mind, arriving at an answer.
He could tell Bing Jiu hadn’t used his full strength. A casual punch reaching 80,000 jin was astonishing.
Because even Mo Fan himself only had 30,000 jin of force. Even with the boost from his Little Thunder Sound Fist, he could barely reach 60,000 jin.
In terms of raw power, Bing Jiu far surpassed him.
At that moment, Bing Jiu frowned slightly, looking at the white-robed scholar who had suddenly appeared.
“A disciple of Dahe Academy?” Bing Jiu asked in a deep voice.
“Indeed. My name is Qin Changsheng, an inner court student of Dahe Academy, ranked third on the Tianjiao List!” Qin Changsheng smiled as he spoke, then glanced at the blood-red giant python behind him. Noticing its shattered scales and flowing blood, he frowned slightly before turning back to Bing Jiu, cupping his hands. “Friend, could you, for my sake, spare my spiritual beast this once?”
“Sake?”
“Sorry, except for the young lady and a few others, I don’t give face to anyone!” Bing Jiu snorted coldly, stepping toward Qin Changsheng, his gaze locking onto the blood-red python behind him. His tone was icy. “I don’t care if you’re a disciple of Dahe Academy or some powerhouse on the Tianjiao List!
Here, the rules set by my young lady are the law!
Anyone who dares break the rules is defying the heavens and doomed to die!”
“What bold words!” Qin Changsheng laughed heartily, then took a step forward. His white robe fluttered without wind, visible streams of air rippling around him, stirring the fallen leaves on the ground.
“Qin is no great talent, but I’d like to test your skills!” Qin Changsheng gave a hearty laugh. With a wave of his right hand, a bamboo scroll appeared before him. Pointing at Bing Jiu, a single bamboo strip detached, glowing faintly, shooting toward him like a flying sword!
He had launched the first attack!
“Bang!” Bing Jiu stepped forward, the ground exploding beneath him. His body turned into a blur, vanishing from the spot.
Clang! In a flash, Mo Fan heard the sound of metal clashing, then saw the bamboo strip knocked away by Bing Jiu’s fist.
Without a word, Bing Jiu continued toward Qin Changsheng.
“No wonder you’re so formidable. So you’re a body cultivator!” Qin Changsheng’s eyes flashed with surprise. “Very well. It’s been a while since I’ve fought a body cultivator. Let’s see how you fare against my Law Scroll!”
With another wave, the bamboo scroll before him scattered into dozens of glowing bamboo strips, each like a flying sword, all hurtling toward Bing Jiu!
Mo Fan’s heart sank at the sight. He had fought Qin Changsheng before and knew how terrifying a single bamboo strip could be. Now, with dozens, Bing Jiu might struggle to cope.
As he pondered, Bing Jiu was engulfed in dazzling light, like a glowing orb.
The dozens of bamboo strips attacked relentlessly, while within the orb, countless fist shadows emerged, the sound of metal clashing ringing out like a blacksmith at work.
“Yao Yao, do you think Bing Jiu can defeat Qin Changsheng?” Mo Fan asked, frowning.
“It’s unlikely!” Bai Yao Yao shook her head. “Though Bing Jiu is a body cultivator with a body of bronze and iron, he seems unfazed by the Law Scroll’s attacks for now. But human strength has its limits. If this battle drags on, he’ll soon be defeated.
After all, the scholar’s cultivation realm is far above his, and his mana is much more enduring.
Moreover, I can tell the scholar hasn’t used his full strength. He’s only deployed his magical artifact, not a single spell.”
“So Bing Jiu’s in danger?” Mo Fan’s heart jolted, instinctively worrying for Bing Jiu.
Though he and Bing Jiu had only met a few times and weren’t close, Bing Jiu had, after all, stepped in to save him this time.
“Master, have you forgotten whose territory this is?” Bai Yao Yao laughed, then sneered. “Daring to fight here? Let alone that scholar, even if their sect’s elders came, they’d leave with their tails between their legs.”
Mo Fan paused, then gave a wry smile. “If you hadn’t reminded me, I’d almost forgotten. This is the Broken Temple Market. How could Bing Jiu be in danger?”
As he spoke, Mo Fan noticed the blood-red python behind Qin Changsheng had vanished, a bad feeling rising in his chest.
“Not good!” Bai Yao Yao cried out, instantly pulling Mo Fan into the air, leaping off the ground.
As they left the ground, Bai Yao Yao spat out a pearl, which turned into a massive water sphere below them.
“Boom!” The ground shook, a large hole appearing as the blood-red python burst out, its gaping maw lunging at the two demons in the air, only to plunge into the water sphere.
“Bind!” Bai Yao Yao formed hand seals, activating the Water-Gathering Pearl, condensing the water sphere to trap the python in an instant.
Mo Fan’s eyes lit up. He opened his mouth, releasing a thick icy mist.
Divine Ability: Frost!
Where the mist passed, the air froze into white frost, and the water sphere turned to solid ice in an instant.
“You know ice-based divine abilities?” Bai Yao Yao looked at Mo Fan in surprise.
She found her master always full of surprises.
Mo Fan didn’t answer, instead spitting out a spherical object, the last of his “Sky-Shattering Thunder”!
“Lu Tan Tan, I’ll avenge you now!” Mo Fan took a deep breath, unleashing the Sky-Shattering Thunder toward the giant ice sphere.
Boom! A terrifying thunderclap echoed, followed by a brilliant explosion, as if blasting a massive crater into the ground.
The commotion made Qin Changsheng frown slightly.
Was it dead? Mo Fan looked toward the crater, his heart racing with anticipation as he approached it.
But before he reached it, a sense of immense danger surged within him. At the same time, Bai Yao Yao grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back sharply.
“Boom!” The ground exploded, a blood-red figure bursting from below, dishevelled and bloodied, in a sorry state.
Damn it! Still not dead? Seeing Du Ya’s spiritual form reappear, Mo Fan gritted his teeth in frustration.
“Little toad, you’ve completely enraged this general!” Du Ya roared, his figure flashing to Mo Fan’s front, his hand reaching for his neck.
“This time, no one can save you. I’ll swallow you bit by bit, letting you feel the despair before death!” Du Ya sneered, his demonic aura surging, instantly knocking Bai Yao Yao away.
Mo Fan’s earlier attack had wounded him heavily, fueling his determination to kill.
He’d even forgotten about the Ten Thousand Poison Spirit Body.
At this moment, he only wanted this toad demon, who had provoked him time and again, dead!
