Seeing that it was a female cultivator, Fan Tianyou furrowed his brow, his tone laced with a touch of disdain: “A good man does not fight with women, send out a man!”
“Brother Fan, do not be careless! This female demon cultivator does not seem simple!”
Han Lie hurriedly reminded him.
But the cultivators halfway up the mountain erupted in clamour, shouting one after another: “Fan Tianyou, do not chicken out! Kill this female demon cultivator!”
“Whether man or woman, as long as it is a demon cultivator, it should be killed!”
“Get on with it, do not disgrace our Sixth Heaven!”
Su Mei heard the crowd’s clamour, yet instead of getting angry, she revealed a bewitching smile: “Since everyone is so eager, I shall play with Young Master Fan.”
She gently shook the flute in her hand, her voice soft and seductive yet carrying a hint of coldness, “This slave girl Su Mei, specially comes to experience Young Master Fan’s superior moves.”
Fan Tianyou, seeing he could not evade it, could only snort coldly: “Since you do not know what is good for you, do not blame me for being ruthless!” Golden spiritual energy swirled around him once more as he prepared for battle.
Su Mei, however, did not rush to attack, merely bringing the flute lightly to her lips and slowly beginning to play. The melodious flute sound rose, yet it carried a strange demonic power that entered the ears of the crowd, making many cultivators feel a wave of dizziness.
“Not good! There is something wrong with this flute sound!”
Daoist Wuji’s expression changed, and he hurriedly warned, “Everyone, quickly circulate your spiritual energy to resist!”
The cultivators reacted promptly, hurriedly circulating their spiritual energy to protect their minds.
But Fan Tianyou, at the centre of the battlefield, bore the brunt of the flute sound’s influence and felt his mind in turmoil, his spiritual energy flow becoming sluggish.
“Despicable! Using such underhanded tricks!”
Fan Tianyou roared in anger, forcibly steadying his mind before leaping up and pouncing towards Su Mei: “Golden Firmament Divine Fist, Second Form: Golden Wind Sweeps the Leaves!”
Golden fist shadows swept forward like a gale, charging straight at Su Mei’s face.
Su Mei, however, continued to play the flute with composure, her figure drifting lightly like willow catkins to evade the fist shadows.
At the same time, the flute sound suddenly grew urgent, and countless black sound waves surged from the flute like sharp blades shooting towards Fan Tianyou.
Fan Tianyou hurriedly swung his fist shadows to block, but the sound waves were formless and intangible, passing through the fist shadows to strike his body.
He felt a piercing pain all over, his spiritual energy instantly in disarray, forcing him to stagger back several steps.
“How is this possible?”
Fan Tianyou’s face was full of shock. He had not expected this seemingly delicate female cultivator to possess such bizarre techniques.
Su Mei stopped playing, a bewitching smile curling at her lips: “Young Master Fan, this is only just the beginning.”
She played the flute once more, this time the sound even more eerie, as if it could pierce directly into one’s mind, plunging them into illusions.
Fan Tianyou felt his vision go black, as if countless vengeful spirits were lunging at him, frightening him into retreating repeatedly.
He knew he had fallen into an illusion and hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy to break free, but the flute sound’s demonic power was too strong, his consciousness growing ever more blurred.
“Fan Tianyou! Wake up!” Wu Hao shouted anxiously from the formation.
Zi Yuan clenched her fists tightly, her eyes full of worry.
The cultivators halfway up the mountain also grew tense, each holding their breath as they watched Fan Tianyou on the battlefield.
Just as Fan Tianyou was about to be completely ensnared by the illusion, a booming laugh suddenly rang out: “Hahaha! Fan Tianyou, you are too useless, actually beaten senseless by a single female cultivator with no way to fight back!”
With the laughter, a figure descended like a thunderbolt into the centre of the battlefield.
The newcomer was tall and imposing, with an upper body like a human and a lower body like a tiger, two golden horns atop his head: it was the beast clan’s genius ranked first on the martial list, the Half-Beast Ming Wang!
Fan Tianyou, hearing the laughter, instantly sobered up and, upon seeing the Half-Beast Ming Wang, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face: “Half-Beast Ming Wang, what are you doing here?”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang patted Fan Tianyou’s shoulder, teasing: “Of course to save you, otherwise you would be done for today. Hurry up and withdraw, do not embarrass yourself here.”
