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"Ah..."
Fang Yang's breath suddenly surged, and he let out a roar towards the sky, like a cornered beast with no way out. He was burning his own essence to create an opportunity for others to escape. However, Jiang Han had no intention of giving Fang Yang that chance. A peak Fusion Realm expert was desperately trying to hold him back for a moment, which still had a good chance of success.
Jiang Han shifted his body, closing the distance in one step, and once again launched a punch forward. It was just a simple punch, but when it landed, the terrifying force tore through the void, causing the wind to howl and sand to fly.
"Junior Brother, you all hurry and leave!"
Though the punch had not yet reached him, Fang Yang could already feel the unmatched power. Just the force of the punch had torn apart most of his meridians, causing blood to surge wildly. The shock in his heart was beyond measure; at this moment, he was no longer thinking about defeating his opponent but rather about preserving the flame for the Qingcheng Sword Sect, giving these outstanding disciples a glimmer of hope!
"Where do you think you're going? Use all your strength and keep them here!"
Bai Ling saw that the people from Qingcheng Sword Sect wanted to escape and shouted sharply. Her movements did not stop as a massive golden Bodhisattva figure appeared in the void, directly crushing two Martial Arts Grandmasters!
The White Lotus Cult members also understood the gravity of the situation. If they allowed these people from Qingcheng Sword Sect to escape alive and spread rumors outside, it would undoubtedly cause significant trouble. When the Holy Mother of the White Lotus held them accountable later, no one would be able to bear it!
"Are you desperate?"
Jiang Han's eyes sparkled like lightning, his hair cascading over his shoulders. With an indifferent expression, he withdrew his fist and stood with his hands behind his back. "Your realm may be higher than mine, but your understanding of the power of heaven and earth is far inferior to mine. Therefore, you have no chance of winning against me."
Bearing two major supreme martial arts, even if the most elite disciples from top sects came, he would not feel the slightest fear, let alone a mere Fang Yang.
In Jiang Han's eyes, from beginning to end, this Fang Yang from the Qingcheng Sword Sect was merely a sharpening stone! The only purpose he served was to hone Jiang Han's combat experience. If he truly wanted to defeat him, one hand would suffice!
"Ha!"
Fang Yang's voice was hoarse as he shouted loudly. With both hands forming seals, the techniques flowed on his Thunderfire Sword, and a blurred shadow appeared behind him. The shadow held the Thunder Calamity Sword, its eyes shining with the brilliance of lightning.
"Die!"
After burning his essence and spirit frantically, Fang Yang even targeted his own soul. After a moment's hesitation, he made up his mind. How could he deal with that demon without taking risks?!
As his essence and spirit continued to burn, the shadow behind him gradually solidified, its aura ethereal and faint, like a child about to return to the embrace of the heavens. Holding the Thunder Calamity Sword in his hand, with lightning flashing in his eyes, as Fang Yang swung his sword, the Thunder Calamity Sword in the shadow's hand also struck out.
However, what fell with this strike was a purple lightning bolt, a divine thunder capable of tearing apart the void!
This shadow was Fang Yang's Spirit Fusion Avatar. Regardless of whether it could kill Jiang Han or not, he would fall from the Fusion Realm and even risk losing control, resulting in the complete loss of his power!
"Oh? You're actually stronger than those self-proclaimed gentlemen I've seen before," Jiang Han exclaimed in surprise, clicking his tongue in admiration.
In the past, those self-righteous gentlemen often relied on the Demonic Path's Cultivation Method during desperate times, treating the Demonic Path martial arts as their trump card. However, Fang Yang was clearly not one of them.
He practiced the Thunderfire Sword, which was cultivated based on the ancient legend of the Nine Heavens Thunder Lord as a Spirit Fusion Avatar. Now, in a life-and-death struggle, he revealed his Spirit Fusion Avatar with all his strength, unleashing a sword strike imbued with the Divine Thunder of the Heavenly Realm. This was already Fang Yang's final trump card.
In truth, Fang Yang felt regretful about not having learned a few powerful life-or-death Cultivation Methods earlier, which left him without any backup plans in this critical moment. Although the Qingcheng Sword Sect was neither a Demonic Path Sect nor as purely focused on sword cultivation as the Yi Jian Sect, it had stood for thousands of years and possessed numerous secret techniques for desperate situations, many of which were quite powerful.
However, as the warrior most likely to break through to the Youngshen Realm in the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Fang Yang was solely focused on achieving that breakthrough to extend the sect's lifespan. Therefore, he had little enthusiasm for those extreme life-or-death secret techniques. After all, such methods could lead to mutually assured destruction if used.
Fang Yang never expected to encounter such a life-and-death moment so soon, especially against an opponent he could never have imagined. Jiang Han wore a smirk of mockery at the corner of his mouth. Perhaps Fang Yang's talent in Qi Refinement was indeed formidable, but his other talents and strengths were weaker than he had anticipated.
According to the theory of the water bucket, a person's strength is determined by their shortest board. Fang Yang indeed had a chance to break through to the Destruction of the Youngshen Realm, but that opportunity was merely theoretical and exceedingly slim.
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