For a moment, Fang Xing's raging killing intent shocked even Mr. Huang, a Gold Core Realm cultivator.
He felt that the generous and forthright Mr. Xing, who didn't seem to hold a grudge at all, had suddenly changed. He became fierce, violent, and domineering. How could he still be as honest as before? In addition, the words that came out of his mouth shocked Consecrator Huang greatly. As a consecrator of the clan, how could he say such treasonous words?
"Mr. Xing, you've said so many unfilial things. Don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll take you down and talk to the patriarch!"
At this moment, Mr. Huang didn't say anything more. He shouted and grabbed at Fang Xing. His Gold Core Realm cultivation was completely revealed at this moment. It seemed to be a casual grab, but the light yellow robe on his body stirred up a gust of wind that enveloped the surrounding area. Even the area of 100 feet around Fang Xing was covered. He must have lost control in the air just now, so he became serious this time and used his True Force.
After all, the Gold Core Realm was different from the Foundation Building Realm. When he made a move, his Divine Sense seemed to lock the space.
It seemed that he was only catching one person, but in fact, he was grabbing that space. As long as you were there, you wouldn't be able to escape.
This was the power of the Gold Core Realm. Compared with the Divine Sense of the Foundation Building Realm, it was a kind of improvement in the realm.
However, Fang Xing didn't dodge in the face of Guardian Huang's grab. With a "sou" sound, a golden spear appeared in his hand. It was the blood spear that he had taken from Crown Prince Chu Huang when he killed him in the Mysterious Domain. He had always kept it in his storage pouch, but at this moment, he took it out. Holding the spear with both hands, spiritual energy surged from his body, and like a halberd piercing the sky, it pierced the air.
"Boom!"
This spear carried the great power of Fang Xing's perfect purple Taoist foundation. There was a purple aura on it, which carried a great power that could destroy everything. It stabbed at Mr. Huang's palm. For Fang Xing's small body, the palm that Mr. Huang created was like the sky, while Fang Xing's spear had the power to break the sky.
If the sky collapsed, he would pierce a hole in it. This was the portrayal of Fang Xing's mind at this time.
"Mr. Huang, don't kill him …"
Hen Tianqing could not help but cry out. With her cultivation base, she could see that High Priest Huang had struck out with his palm, channeling his True Power. Elixir light flickered, and the area around Fang Xing was shrouded in it. The force of the palm strike had sent the surrounding rocks flying in all directions, and the giant boulders three hundred feet away had deep cracks in them, much less Fang Xing, who was beneath the palm strike.
Although she hated Fang Xing to the core, she didn't want to take his life. At this moment, she cried out involuntarily in shock.
However, her voice was drowned out by the loud noise caused by the battle between Fang Xing and Minister Huang. Neither Minister Huang nor Fang Xing heard her voice. In fact, the moment she shouted, the outcome of the battle between Fang Xing and Minister Huang's attack had already been decided. Amidst the loud rumble, smoke spread in all directions, and a violent gale swept through the area within a radius of three hundred feet.
Hen Tianqing was also shocked by the force and flew back, hiding 500 feet away before she dared to open her eyes and look forward.
The scene she expected did not appear. After the smoke dispersed, she was shocked to discover that Fang Xing and High Priest Huang's positions had not changed at all. Fang Xing was not smashed into meat paste, but High Priest Huang gave a muffled groan as he clenched his right palm tightly. Drops of fresh blood dripped down from his drooping fingertips, dripping onto the gravel beneath his feet, splattering and scattering into a small flower of blood.
Fang Xing, on the other hand, held a golden spear in his hand and a huge black sword on his back. He did not move, and his face was expressionless.
There was blood on the golden spear. The move just now had ended with Mr. Huang's palm being pierced.
"You can actually block my attack with all my strength and even hurt me … you … what cultivation base are you at?"
Mr. Huang was shocked and cried out, his face full of disbelief.
"Perfected Foundation Establishment, but Foundation Establishment is different from Foundation Establishment …"
Fang Xing spoke softly and casually tossed the golden spear that would have caused countless sects to fight over it to the ground, as if he was throwing away a piece of trash. The reason was that the golden spear had become slightly distorted after taking a blow from a Golden Core cultivator. There were cracks on its surface as well, and it was very likely that it would break in the following battle, which would cause unforeseen circumstances.
"Your young master is a Battle Cultivator. Not only am I adept at fighting the strong with the weak, but the resources I consume are even more than a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. The Divine Powers and Dharma that I cultivate are something that even Patriarchs would covet. The treasures I carry with me would cause countless people to fight for them in China … If I can't deal with someone like you, then I've lived these 18 years in vain …"
He spoke coldly and looked at Mr. Huang mockingly. A Foundation Establishment cultivator had an aura that was even stronger than a Golden Core cultivator like Mr. Huang.
"A Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to take me lightly? Today, I'll let you know the immensity of heaven and earth! "
Mr. Huang suddenly roared, as if he wanted to use this roar to dispel the terror in his heart. As he roared, he also charged out. With a rumble, a pair of golden scissors flew out from his sleeve and turned into two rays of light that shot towards Fang Xing. At the same time, his divine sense surged and locked onto Fang Xing's position. A ray of Pill Light whizzed out.
At this moment, he no longer thought of Fang Xing as a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Instead, he treated him as a powerful enemy and did not hold back at all.
However, when he used all his trump cards and attacked Fang Xing, his heart suddenly trembled. Fang Xing, whom he had locked onto, was surrounded by a strange green mist. The golden scissors and Pill Light shot towards Fang Xing's position. What was shocking was that the golden scissors and Pill Light did not come into contact with anything.
After the faint green mist dissipated, Fang Xing had already disappeared from where he was, as if he had never been there.
"How is this possible?"
Mr. Huang was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. In a battle of magical powers, there was nothing more terrifying than suddenly not knowing where the opponent had gone. Especially with his Golden Core cultivation, his powerful divine sense allowed him to cover the entire battlefield easily. No matter how his opponent moved or dodged, no matter where he went, he would be able to lock onto him immediately. There was no reason for his Dharma treasures and Pill Light to lose their target …
But at this moment, in his divine sense, he had completely lost sight of Fang Xing, as if that person was no longer in this world.
"Whoosh …"
Just as he was drenched in cold sweat, a sharp sword qi suddenly approached him from his left. Offering Huang let out a loud roar and his body flashed, instantly flying nearly a thousand feet away. When he lowered his head to look, he was shocked to find that his left arm had been struck by a sword. A bone-deep wound had suddenly appeared. If it were not for his quick reflexes, he would have definitely lost an arm by now.
At the spot where he had been standing, Fang Xing was holding a huge black sword and looking at him expressionlessly.
"Little b * stard, I'll definitely kill you …"
Huang Gongfeng let out a roar and quickly formed a hand seal. Countless boulders and rocks around him flew into the air. As he pointed forward, they immediately covered the sky and the earth as they fell down. The ground trembled and smoke billowed as if there was an earthquake. Countless boulders and rocks fell like rain. In an instant, they filled up the area where Fang Xing was and formed the shape of a small mountain.
"How … How could this be … You don't have to risk your life like this …"
Hen Tianqing's lips trembled as she watched this terrifying battle of magical powers. Her heart was filled with coldness.
Everything had developed differently from what she had imagined, and it caused her to be indescribably shaken.
"Little b * stard, where are you?"
Mr. Huang yelled, on full alert. He was actually a little frightened.
He knew that Fang Xing was not crushed by the small mountain, because he had just seen it. When the gravel fell on Fang Xing like rain, a green mist floated around the little ghost's body, and by the time it swirled around him, he had already disappeared.
The feeling of being watched in the dark in a battle of magical powers was almost driving him crazy.
He would rather be killed by Fang Xing right in front of him than continue to feel as if he was being watched by a venomous snake.
"Didn't you want to kill me as a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
"Didn't you want to exterminate the Clan of Hatred and use me as a sacrifice?"
"Come out!"
The surroundings were silent, and only Mr. Huang's angry roar echoed in the surroundings.
"I'm here …"
Just as Consecrator Huang was terrified to the extreme, a voice suddenly rang out on his right. Shocked, Consecrator Huang let out a roar and consecutively released four to five spells towards his right. The chaotic attacks almost tore everything in that direction apart. However, just as he released his attacks, another eerie sword light suddenly attacked from his left.
"Ah …"
Mr. Huang roared and blocked with all his might, but it was as if he could not stop the huge black sword that slashed across his ribs.
Fang Xing's shadow appeared on his left like a ghost, swinging his sword.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …"
This time, Fang Xing appeared and seized the opportunity. He did not stop, and the huge black sword continued to attack Mr. Huang.
Mr. Huang roared in anger, and his Dharma robe continued to tear as countless wounds appeared out of thin air.
Fresh blood splattered everywhere, and as High Priest Huang retreated, it formed a bloody path on the ground.
As for Fang Xing, his figure flickered in and out of existence, inexplicably strange. With the huge black sword in hand, he slowly reaped Mr. Huang's life …
The Nameless Art!
In Fang Xing's hands, the Nameless Art passed down by the black sword embryo truly displayed its original power.
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