“Less nonsense, make your move!”
Zi Yuan gripped her long sword tightly, preparing for battle.
Just as the two were about to engage, Wu Ji Daoist suddenly looked at Chen Ping beside him, “Chen Ping, do you have confidence in defeating Zhao Mu?”
Everyone’s gaze instantly focused on Chen Ping.
He was the only one whose strength was immeasurable, and also everyone’s last hope.
Zi Yuan also stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at Chen Ping, a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Chen Ping, however, smiled faintly and shook his head, “No need for me to act. Naturally, someone will deal with him.”
As he spoke, he looked up at the void, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Everyone was puzzled and followed his gaze. They saw a golden stream of light suddenly appear in the sky, falling towards the battlefield like a meteor.
The moment the stream of light landed, it stirred up dust filling the sky. A tall and straight figure walked out from it.
The newcomer was dressed in a golden brocade robe, with a handsome face, emanating vigorous spiritual power. It was none other than Fan Tianyou, the second on the Martial List, the genius of the Divine Kingdom!
He had been travelling the Sixth Heaven all year round, with uncertain whereabouts. Unexpectedly, he appeared at this moment.
“Fan Tianyou!”
Wu Hao was both surprised and delighted, hurriedly stepping forward, “You’ve finally returned!”
Fan Tianyou bowed to Wu Hao, his face full of guilt, “Your Majesty, please forgive me. This subordinate was travelling outside and failed to return in time to assist, leading to the fall of the Divine Capital and the suffering of the people. I deserve death!”
“It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back!”
Wu Hao patted his shoulder excitedly, “Now is the time when we need people. Your appearance is truly heaven’s help!”
Fan Tianyou straightened up, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Mu in the battlefield, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “Your Majesty, rest assured. This subordinate will definitely slay this villain and avenge the people of the Divine Capital!”
As he spoke, he leaped forward and landed beside Zi Yuan, saying softly, “Lady Zi Yuan, you’ve worked hard. Leave the rest to me.”
Zi Yuan looked at the spiritual power fluctuations on Fan Tianyou that far surpassed her own, knowing he was no match for Zhao Mu. She nodded and retreated to the camp.
Zhao Mu looked at the suddenly appeared Fan Tianyou, a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes, “Who are you?”
“Fan Tianyou of the Divine Kingdom.”
Fan Tianyou spoke indifferently, his body’s spiritual power slowly circulating, golden light shining like the sun, “I’ve heard you’re very powerful. I’ve come specially to learn from you.”
“Fan Tianyou, second on the Martial List?”
Zhao Mu frowned. Although he had been suppressed for ten thousand years, after emerging, he had heard of the Martial List rankings in the Sixth Heaven, “Fine, let me see how strong the so-called second on the Martial List is.”
Before his words finished, Zhao Mu’s figure blurred, turning into an afterimage again, instantly appearing behind Fan Tianyou. His palm, carrying dense soul mist, struck towards his back.
This move was identical to the one used against Han Lie, with speed at its extreme.
“Be careful!”
Zi Yuan could not help but exclaim.
But Fan Tianyou seemed to have eyes on his back, calmly sidestepping to avoid it, while his right hand formed a fist, carrying golden spiritual power, smashing towards Zhao Mu.
The fist wind whistled, even carrying the sound of breaking through the air.
Zhao Mu was startled inwardly and hurriedly retreated, avoiding this punch.
He did not expect Fan Tianyou’s reaction to be so fast, stronger than Han Lie by more than one level.
“A bit interesting.”
A trace of battle intent flashed in Zhao Mu’s eyes. His hands formed seals, soul mist rolling around him, condensing countless black soul blades, shooting towards Fan Tianyou like a storm.
Fan Tianyou snorted coldly, his body’s golden spiritual power surging, forming a huge light shield.
The soul blades collided with the light shield, making “ding ding dang dang” sounds, but unable to break through at all.
“Just this much ability?”
Fan Tianyou mocked, his tone identical to Zhao Mu’s earlier.
He leaped up, his hands forming seals, “Golden Sky Divine Fist, First Form, Golden Light Breaking Formation!”
