"Emotion Severing Sect?"
Upon hearing Zhang Yan's words, Xiao Ping could not help but be stunned. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "The third-rate force in the Southern of the Northern Desert, the Emotion Severing Sect?"
Zhang Yan's face remained cold, and he did not answer Xiao Ping.
Xiao Ping, on the other hand, confirmed it himself. When he looked at Zhang Yan again, a mocking smile appeared on his face. "A disciple from a third-rate force dares to spout nonsense in front of me, Xiao Ping? What a joke! Do you know who I, Xiao Ping, am? "
Zhang Yan still did not speak.
"Let me tell you! I, Xiao Ping, am a disciple from Izumo Sect, one of the three second-rate forces in the northern desert! You're just a disciple from a third-rate force, an ant-like existence, how dare you be so arrogant in front of me, Xiao Ping? "
When Xiao Ping reached this part of the sentence, his eyes gleamed coldly as he shouted, "You'll definitely die today!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Xiao Ping no longer spouted nonsense. His body flashed as he charged toward Zhang Yan. The narrow saber in his hand seemed to have transformed into a venomous snake as it shot out rapidly to bite Zhang Yan's vital points.
Whoosh!
In the sky, the Heaven and Earth Energy stirred as the Heaven and Earth Phenomenon appeared again.
A total of 930 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons appeared in the sky above Xiao Ping once again. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they charged toward Zhang Yan.
Xiao Ping, Izumo Sect's disciple.
Among the ten Izumo Sect's young disciples who entered the Emperor Wu's secret treasure this time, his strength could be ranked in the top three.
Due to this reason, Xiao Ping was very confident in his strength.
In his opinion.
A mere third-rate disciple was just an ant-like existence in front of him. He only needed to meet face to face, and he could completely obliterate him from this world.
In the face of Xiao Ping who was charging at him menacingly, Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged. However, his eyes turned completely cold as he quickly extended both of his hands.
At that instant, a pair of Spirit Weapon gloves that were made of an unknown material appeared on each of Zhang Yan's hands. The moment the gloves appeared, a chilly aura exuded from them.
"Ice Concept?!"
When Xiao Ping sensed the chilly aura exuding from Zhang Yan's hands, his eyes narrowed as a hint of astonishment appeared on his face.
The Concept of Ice could be considered to be the Concept of Nature with the greatest might, and unless one possessed extraordinary natural talent and fortuitous encounters, it was practically impossible to comprehend it.
However, when Xiao Ping saw that there were only 200 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons above Zhang Yan's head, he could not help but sneer, "So it's only the First Level Advance Ice Concept."
In his opinion.
The First Level Advance Ice Concept posed no threat to him at all!
However, his expression quickly changed.
This was because at the same time that Zhang Yan's hand emitted waves of frightening cold air, Yuan Power rose along with it, transforming into strands of raging flames that perfectly fused together with the cold air.
In that instant, blue flames appeared on Zhang Yan's hands. They gave off a scorching hot aura and a cold aura. The contradictory combination gave off a formless pressure.
Whoosh!
At the same time, another 300 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons appeared beside the 200 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons above Zhang Yan.
Among them, 200 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons belonged to the First Level Advance Fire Concept.
The Fire Concept was born from the Ice Concept.
This technique was one of the miraculous techniques of the top cultivation method that Zhang Yan cultivated, the Supreme Emotion Forgetting Technique.
As for the other 100 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons, they were triggered by Zhang Yan's Seventh Level Void Interpretation cultivation base.
Almost at the same time, another 78 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons appeared. It was the amplification ability of the grade two spirit weapon gloves on Zhang Yan's hands.
There was a total of 578 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons!
However, everything did not end there.
"Dual Heaven of Ice and Fire!"
As Zhang Yan spoke coldly, the blue ice flame that was the combination of Ice and Fire on his hands suddenly soared and emitted waves of frightening aura.
In that instant, another 400 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons appeared beside the 578 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons above Zhang Yan's head.
There was a total of 978 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons!
If the Sect Leader of Emotion Severing Sect, Pei An, was here, he would be shocked to see this.
This was because this meant that his direct disciple, Zhang Yan, had mastered the Mastery Stage of Ice and Fire Dual Heaven. It could double the strength of the combination of ice and fire!
The Dual Heaven of Ice and Fire was a technique in the Supreme Emotion Forgetting Technique. The Initial Stage could double the strength of the combination of ice and fire while the Mastery Stage could double the strength.
Currently, Zhang Yan had mastered the Mastery Stage of Ice and Fire Dual Heaven!
"How's this possible?!"
The reason why Xiao Ping's expression changed was because he saw this unbelievable scene.
The 978 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons above the Emotion Severing Sect's disciple's head had completely exceeded the strength of 930 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons that he could display when he unleashed his full strength.
At the same time, Xiao Ping's narrow saber that was charging toward Zhang Yan in a menacing manner showed signs of slowing down due to the shock in his heart.
At this moment, a figure with a vast blue ice flame on his body appeared in front of Xiao Ping in just a blink of an eye. Horror dawned on Xiao Ping's face.
Whoosh!
Xiao Ping no longer dared to hesitate. The strength on the narrow saber in his hand skyrocketed as he charged toward Zhang Yan. It was as though he wanted to cut Zhang Yan into two.
"Hurmph!"
A cold snort sounded from Zhang Yan's mouth. In the next instant, Zhang Yan's hand descended like a cattail leaf fan. It was as fast as lightning as it pressed down on the narrow saber in Xiao Ping's hand.
Slap!
Zhang Yan swung his hand out and slapped the narrow saber in Xiao Ping's hand away from its original trajectory. His hand remained on the narrow saber.
In an instant, a layer of frost covered the narrow saber. The frost swept and spread, covering Xiao Ping's body in just a blink of an eye. It caused Xiao Ping's body that was about to dodge to show signs of stopping.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Zhang Yan's other hand that was surrounded by blue ice flame swept out like a cattail leaf fan at lightning speed. It was aimed at Xiao Ping's head.
"No!"
Horror dawned on Xiao Ping's face when he saw Zhang Yan's palm that was surrounded by blue ice flame and contained the strength of 978 ancient horned dragons was about to land on his head.
He wanted to defend himself but he realized that his body had become a little sluggish due to the cold air that came from Zhang Yan's palm. It was impossible for him to defend himself in time.
Slap!
Zhang Yan's palm landed on Xiao Ping's head and cracked it like a watermelon. The red and white matter that splattered out was completely frozen by a layer of frost. It did not touch Zhang Yan at all.
Xiao Ping's body fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The narrow saber in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and casually took Xiao Ping's Spatial Ring and grade two spirit saber before putting them away into his Spatial Ring.
Subsequently, he took Liu Qi's Spatial Ring and grade two spirit sword that had been dead for a long time. He also put away the Fire Concept Fragments that were scattered all over the ground.
There were a total of hundreds of Fire Concept Fragments. A rare faint smile crept up on the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth after he put all of them away.
"Not bad."
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows. There was a hint of joy in his eyes.
This time, he could be considered as the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He was the fisherman that reaped the benefits.
Soon after, Zhang Yan's gaze landed on the exquisite box at the top of the cavern. He flew out and took the exquisite box.
"I wonder what's inside."
With curiosity in his heart, Zhang Yan lifted his hand and opened the exquisite box.
After a short moment, a fragment that flickered with a deep fiery red energy appeared before his eyes, causing his eyes to light up and his breathing to become hurried.
"This isn't a Concept Fragment! Don't tell me it's a Profundity Fragment? Or a Fire Profundity Fragment? "
Zhang Yan sucked in a cold breath.
Almost at the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice resonated from the box. When it entered Zhang Yan's ears, it carried a terrifying penetrating force that spread in all directions.
"Congratulations, young man … This Ninth Level Monarch Stage Fire Profundity Fragment is yours."
Soon after, Zhang Yan reacted. He could tell that it was the voice of the Martial Monarch powerhouse who left behind Emperor Wu's secret treasure.
"There's actually a Polyphony Formation in this box … However, the voice just now seems to have a strong penetrating force. I'm afraid it has spread to the surrounding area now?"
Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed when he thought of this.
As soon as Zhang Yan reacted, he heard three swift sounds of wind whistling. In just a blink of an eye, they entered the cavern that he was in.
A moment later, three figures appeared before his eyes.
"Junior Brother Liu!"
One of the figures belonged to a young man in black. Horror dawned on his face when he saw Liu Qi's body on the ground.
It was apparent that he was also a disciple of Anicca Sect just like Liu Qi.
"Senior Brother Xiao Ping!"
The other two young men looked at Xiao Ping's body, horror dawned on their faces. When they looked at Zhang Yan again, there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
After the two of them looked at each other, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. They quickly turned around and intended to escape.
What a joke!
The person who could kill Senior Brother Xiao Ping was not someone they could deal with.
"Since you're here, don't leave."
Zhang Yan's cold voice resonated in the air. As he lifted his hands, two vast blue ice flames swept out and caught up to the two Izumo Sect's disciples. They enveloped them and killed them instantly.
The two bodies fell to the ground with two soft thuds and lifted a cloud of dust.
"Ice Concept? Fire Concept? "
The black-clad Anicca Sect's disciple's face turned solemn. His eyes gleamed coldly as he stared at Zhang Yan. "You're quite strong to be able to kill Junior Brother Liu and Izumo Sect's Xiao Ping … However, you're still nothing in front of me!"
The moment the Anicca Sect's disciple's words left his mouth, his body shot out like an arrow that was released from a bow as he charged toward Zhang Yan.
A Spirit Weapon appeared in his hand. Origin Energy and Concept followed him like a shadow and merged into the Spirit Weapon.
At the same time, more than 930 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons appeared above his head and charged toward Zhang Yan.
"Zhang Yan?"
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