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"Jiang Han, are you really determined to fight the Qingcheng Sword Sect to the death?!"
As Fang Yang was once again sent flying, he couldn't help but curse angrily.
The current Fang Yang no longer resembled the lofty figure of a righteous master. His hair, once neatly tied up, was now disheveled, and his silk Dao Robe, embroidered with azure clouds, was tattered. Blood gushed from the tiger's mouth of his right hand that gripped the Dao Sword. From the very beginning, he had been at a disadvantage!
"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"
Although Jiang Han's words sounded harsh, he remained calm and composed. His expression had hardly changed throughout; he maintained a faint demeanor, like an immortal king residing high above in the celestial realm.
Jiang Han struck directly, his palm open as it enveloped Fang Yang before him, as if he held the entire world in his grasp. As his hand slowly closed, even the void emitted cracking sounds, as if it were about to shatter—truly terrifying.
This overwhelming pressure caused Fang Yang's expression to change instantly. He knew he was no match for Jiang Han but had not anticipated such a vast difference in their abilities. He had reached the peak of the Fusion Realm and even comprehended some mysteries of the Youngshen Realm, with a profound accumulation in martial arts.
He understood clearly that in terms of realm, Jiang Han seemed slightly inferior to him, yet their combat power was worlds apart! From the very start, Jiang Han had fought him with a playful attitude; otherwise, Fang Yang would have long been defeated and lost his life!
"Let's die together!"
Fang Yang's eyes turned bloodshot, nearly bursting with madness. He felt that he could not survive without going insane! If he didn't fight back now, he would completely lose his chance to live.
A golden divine light erupted from the Dao Sword in Fang Yang's hand as true lightning tribulation descended from the void. Endless lightning patterns coalesced into sword energy and slashed down towards Jiang Han! This was not ordinary thunder; it was a thunder tribulation infused with a strong aura of destruction!
The path of Thunderfire cultivation is exceptionally fierce, but the Thunderfire attribute's cultivation method, despite its immense power, has a fatal weakness: it lacks flexibility.
Jiang Han's aura was ethereal, with an invisible field continuously expanding around him. Thunderbolts struck down relentlessly, yet they could not capture his presence; not even the corners of his clothing were touched. After all, this was not a true thunder tribulation but rather a martial arts attack infused with a hint of thunder tribulation characteristics—powerful yet not insurmountable!
At the same time, an incredibly terrifying aura erupted from Jiang Han. With two supreme-level martial arts cultivation methods in operation, he resembled a demonic deity, his phantom form overshadowing the sky.
Rolling spiritual energy surged toward him from all directions, as naturally as birds returning to their nests, causing no discomfort to his body. "Heaven and Earth, I alone reign supreme!"
A multicolored fist appeared, with the phantoms of nine golden crows crying out. Then, a golden dragon surged into the fist imprint, suddenly unleashing an overwhelming force. This was merely a simple punch, yet it was filled with boundless destructive power.
A simple fist imprint caused an inexplicable tremor in people's hearts, as if they saw life and death within that punch! As this punch was thrown, the thunder was instantly torn apart!
Fang Yang felt a chilling sensation in his heart, but before he could think further, a heavy force like a mountain crashed down on his back, summoning endless thunder that exploded around him. Fang Yang's body crackled like beans in a hot pan as he spat blood from his mouth, looking utterly miserable.
As the sound of crackling faded away, his aura had dwindled to its lowest point, resembling a flickering candle about to extinguish. Seeing this scene, the surrounding martial arts grandmasters who were already engaged in battle widened their eyes in disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
"A demon! He is a demon..."
"How could this happen?!"
Many were shaken to their core; some were so frightened that they turned pale and bewildered.
Both the Qingcheng Sword Sect and the White Lotus Sect have a good understanding of Fang Yang's strength. Just now, Fang Yang teamed up with his junior brother to overpower the Orange Lotus Envoy from the White Lotus Sect.
"Senior Brother!"
The Fusion Realm expert from the Qingcheng Sect, who was engaged in battle with the Orange Lotus Envoy, couldn't help but cry out in despair upon seeing Fang Yang's miserable state. Fang Yang is the hope of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and the most promising candidate to advance to the Youngshen Realm, succeeding Dan Huo Liu Yun Sword Master Cen Weizhuang in guarding the Qingcheng Sword Sect.
"Hmph, I advise you to focus more on yourself!"
Despite being injured, the Orange Lotus Envoy continued to press the Fusion Realm expert hard, seizing every opportunity to launch relentless and vicious attacks.
"Poof!"
The Fusion Realm expert from the Qingcheng Sword Sect was sent flying, leaving a trail of blood behind him. The other disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect felt a chill in their hearts upon witnessing this scene; their fighting spirit diminished by half, and their resistance weakened significantly.
"Junior Brother..."
Fang Yang's throat tightened as he spoke, his voice trembling. It sounded incredibly weary, like a malevolent spirit struggling to crawl out of hell. The sharp contours of his face, highlighted by dust and bloodstains, appeared particularly solemn.
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