“So you are Long Pusa.”
Chen Fan stared at Ye Qiu, his face full of astonishment.
Back then, the Yin-Yang Sect’s wanted notice for Long Pusa had caused a tremendous uproar, and Chen Fan had heard about it.
“I never expected that the wanted criminal from the Yin-Yang Sect would actually become a disciple under Wuji Heavenly Venerable. Interesting.”
Chen Fan lifted his foot from Fang Tianming.
At this moment, besides Chen Fan, the Qingyun Sword Sect still had one mid-Nascent Soul disciple remaining.
That disciple gripped his long sword, ready to strike.
“Stand down. A disciple of Wuji Heavenly Venerable, I will deal with personally.”
Chen Fan waved his hand. The disciple immediately stepped aside. Then Chen Fan laughed loudly. “Truly the heavens have favoured me, delivering a disciple of Wuji Heavenly Venerable right into my hands. Perfect.”
“Kid, how do you wish to die?”
Chen Fan walked towards Ye Qiu, murderous intent blazing across his face.
As he approached, he continued speaking to Ye Qiu. “Long Pusa, out of respect for your status as a disciple of Wuji Heavenly Venerable, I will give you one chance to strike first. Otherwise, once I make my move, you will have no opportunity left.”
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu crooked his finger at Chen Fan and cursed, “Stop talking rubbish. Come here and accept your death.”
“Arrogant enough. I like it.” Chen Fan laughed rather than rage.
The murderous aura around him intensified.
Chen Fan’s battle intent grew ever stronger. He emitted a terrifying presence that pressed relentlessly towards Ye Qiu.
“Since you are so impatient to die, I shall oblige you.”
“In a moment, I will annihilate your primordial spirit and wrench off your head.”
“I will even take your head to show Qi Tian.”
The instant Chen Fan’s words ended, his whole body shot forward like a cannonball, swift and ferocious.
“Kill!”
Chen Fan roared fiercely, swung the long sword in his hand, and thrust straight at Ye Qiu’s throat.
The chilling sword light resembled a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sinister and deadly.
“To die beneath my sword, you should feel honoured.”
Chen Fan gave a sinister laugh, as though he could already see the blade piercing Ye Qiu’s throat in the next instant.
“Careful!” Fang Tianming shouted loudly. He tried to stand and help Ye Qiu, but after struggling several times, he still failed to rise. His wounds were too grave.
“Ding!”
The sword tip struck Ye Qiu’s throat. Sparks flew everywhere.
“What?”
Chen Fan’s pupils contracted sharply. The blade felt as if it had struck extraterrestrial meteorite iron. It actually failed to pierce Ye Qiu’s throat.
“How is this possible?”
Chen Fan was horrified. Although the sword in his hand was not a saint sword, it was incomparably sharp. Why could it not even wound a mortal body?
How could he know that the toughness of Ye Qiu’s physical body already rivalled that of a saint? A mere peak Nascent Soul like him could never pierce it.
At that moment, Ye Qiu sneered. “Have you not eaten? Your strength is pathetic.”
Chen Fan was so enraged he nearly spat blood.
That earlier thrust, though not at full power, had still employed eighty percent of his strength.
On the other side, Fang Tianming was stunned, then profound admiration filled his eyes.
“Worthy indeed of a disciple of Wuji Heavenly Venerable. Truly formidable!”
As for the remaining Qingyun Sword Sect disciple, unease stirred within him. Ye Qiu’s strength far exceeded his expectations.
Ye Qiu looked at Chen Fan and said, “I will give you one more chance. Use your strongest sword move against me. If you can injure me at all, I will spare your life.”
At those words, a ruthless gleam flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes.
He did not believe Ye Qiu was offering him mercy. He felt he was being mocked.
“So confident? Very well. I will let you witness my swordsmanship.”
Chen Fan rapidly retreated over a dozen steps, circulated all his power, discarded his long sword, and formed seals with both hands before him.
“Wind-Chasing Thirteen Swords, unsheathe!”
Clang, clang, clang…
In a flash, thirteen colossal swords towering to the heavens appeared behind him. Each was dozens of zhang in length, immensely broad, resembling small mountain peaks.
Their edges shone with deadly sharpness.
The sword qi was utterly terrifying.
“So powerful!” Fang Tianming’s expression turned to shock.
Only now did he realise that when Chen Fan had fought their Ancient Desolate Holy Land group earlier, he had not unleashed his full strength.
Elder Changmei also felt a twinge of alarm, thinking silently, “This lad’s combat power is probably greater than that of the deceased second saint son of the Yin-Yang Sect, Yun Jie.”
The remaining Qingyun Sword Sect disciple, seeing Chen Fan deploy the Wind-Chasing Thirteen Swords, grew excited.
“This is senior brother’s ultimate killing technique. Long Pusa is finished.”
Little did he know, Ye Qiu’s expression remained utterly calm, without the slightest ripple.
“Long Pusa, you have only yourself to blame!”
“I am not boasting, but below the Divine Passage realm, no one has ever withstood my Wind-Chasing Thirteen Swords.”
“This sword art was transmitted to me by the Chen family ancestor. Even against an early Divine Passage expert, I possess the strength to fight.”
“Though your body is tough, your cultivation is merely peak Cave Heaven. Soon my sword qi will turn you into a hedgehog.” Chen Fan wore a savage grin.
“Is that so?” Ye Qiu said softly. “To me, your swordsmanship is no more than average.”
“Hmph. I hope you still think so in a moment.” Chen Fan bellowed, “Thirteen swords, condense as one!”
Clang!
In an instant, the thirteen colossal swords merged behind him, forming a single even larger and more powerful giant sword.
This sword stretched roughly a hundred zhang.
Sword qi raged in all directions.
“God-Exterminating Slash!”
With Chen Fan’s furious roar, the giant sword, like an entire mountain, slashed directly down at Ye Qiu.
“Boom!”
A piercing sword whistle instantly filled the air.
At the same moment, brilliant golden light burst from Ye Qiu’s body. He stood motionless, making no attempt to defend, simply allowing the giant sword to descend.
“Clang!”
A deafening clang resounded.
The giant sword struck Ye Qiu’s head. Sparks scattered everywhere. In the next second, the giant sword shattered, and the backlash forced Chen Fan to spit blood.
Ye Qiu remained completely unharmed.
“God-Exterminating Slash? The name is certainly arrogant, but the power is underwhelming.” Ye Qiu wore an expression of disdain.
“This…” Chen Fan was utterly stupefied.
He had absolute confidence in his swordsmanship. He had believed victory was assured, yet now his opponent had taken a direct blow without the slightest injury.
Far too monstrous.
Fang Tianming and the remaining Qingyun Sword Sect disciple were equally dumbfounded. Only one thought filled their minds.
Has Long Pusa cultivated iron head skill?
“You have already used your strongest strike. No doubt you have no further trump cards. Now it is my turn. Take this fist.”
As Ye Qiu spoke, his fist surged forward with overwhelming momentum towards Chen Fan.
The punch was vast and majestic, like crashing waves in a storm.
“Not good!”
Chen Fan retreated frantically, but it was already too late.
“Bang!”
Chen Fan’s body shattered under the blow. As his primordial spirit attempted to flee, Ye Qiu raised a hand and formed a sword finger.
“Pfft!”
Chen Fan’s primordial spirit was extinguished.
The last remaining Qingyun Sword Sect disciple, witnessing the scene, was terrified out of his wits and fled desperately into the distance.
Ye Qiu sent another sword finger.
“Whoosh!”
Sharp sword qi, like a streak of lightning, tore through the sky and instantly pierced the fleeing disciple’s skull, pinning his primordial spirit dead.
