Following Lin Qingfang and Zheng Xu's deaths, the entire Ancient Ming Battlefield seemed to fall silent. Not a single sound could be heard.
It was the same outside the Ancient Ming Battlefield. Everyone stared blankly at the sixteen corpses beside Xiao Fan. They had completely lost the ability to speak.
Spirit Domain originally had twenty supreme celestial prodigies, but now, only the Son of Beicang, the Titanic Crescent Spirit Maiden, Long Fei, Zi Yue, and two or three supreme celestial prodigies from other sects were left. Even if Jian Wuchen was included, there were only eight or nine supreme celestial prodigies left!
The younger generation of the Spirit Realm had always been weak and was the weakest existence among the three major regions. Now that it had suffered such a heavy blow, the Spirit Realm would be the weakest among all the prodigies of the three major regions. At that time, let alone the Dark Realm or the Eastern Realm, they might not even be able to defeat some of the stronger lower states.
Although there would be a lot more supreme celestial prodigies in Spirit Domain after the first battle two months later, the number of supreme celestial prodigies might be as high as two or three hundred. However, those extra supreme celestial prodigies were all nurtured by the Heavenly Cauldron. Their foundations weren't stable, and in a short period of time, their battle strength definitely couldn't compare to the supreme celestial prodigies who relied on their own strength. There was a clear gap.
Lin Qingfang, Zheng Xu, Zhao Ying, and the others were supposed to be the main fighting force of Spirit Realm against Dark Realm and Eastern Realm in the future. They were the main reason why the sects of Spirit Realm were able to obtain so many benefits. But now, they had been killed by Xiao Fan. It was almost certain that Spirit Realm would lose miserably in this battle between the prodigies of the three regions.
However!
Xiao Fan didn't care about any of this. Whether Spirit Domain lived or died, flourished or declined, it had nothing to do with him. Anyone who dared to reach out to him, no matter who they were, would have to pay the price in blood and death.
"Stomp!"
Xiao Fan lifted his foot and walked towards Overlord Sword, Xiong Jian, and the rest of the people from Sky Sword Mountain expressionlessly. His footsteps shattered the ground as though he was stepping on a person's heart, emitting a deep thunderous rumble.
Looking at Xiao Fan, Overlord Sword, Xiong Jian, and the other members of the Sky Sword Mountain trembled to the extreme. They were so frightened that their hearts were about to burst out of their chests. Their mouths were extremely dry as they spoke with difficulty.
Among them, the Overlord Sword, Xiong Jian, and the others were the most terrified and regretful. This was because they had been killed by Xiao Fan once. They should have remembered their lesson and never touched Xiao Fan again.
In the end, they didn't learn from their mistakes and provoked Xiao Fan again. Now that they were facing death again, they couldn't be revived and had no chance of survival. In the face of death, their hearts were filled with greater regret than the others.
"Xiao Fan, please let them go!"
Lady Yu Chan finally woke up from her dream. Then, she quickly rushed over and stood in front of Overlord Sword, Xiong Jian, and the rest of the people from Sky Sword Mountain. Then, she smiled bitterly at Xiao Fan with a pale face and spoke with difficulty.
"Get lost!"
Facing Lady Yu Chan's obstruction, Xiao Fan's dark eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He shouted and then suddenly raised his hand and slapped.
"Bang!"
Lady Yu Chan's body immediately flew into the distance like a kite with a broken string. Then, she fell heavily on the ground. Her face became even paler and she suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Lady Yu Chan didn't attack Xiao Fan, so Xiao Fan didn't kill her. He only injured her to prevent her from obstructing him again!
"Die!"
After slapping Yu Chan away, Xiao Fan raised his hand once more, and then he clawed at Overlord Sword, Xiong Jian, and the other members of Heavenly Sword Mountain in a cold and merciless manner. In an instant, it was like an invisible hand was grabbing at Overlord Sword, Xiong Jian, and the other members of Heavenly Sword Mountain. All of their bodies were clenched to the point of being distorted rapidly, and then their bones shattered while their flesh and blood exploded. They didn't even have the time to cry out before they died on the spot!
At this point, apart from Jian Wuchen, Number One, and Lady Yu Chan, the rest of the people from Sky Sword Mountain were all killed by Xiao Fan!
"Xiao! Fan! "
Outside the Ancient Ming Battlefield, a big shot from Sky Sword Mountain was so angry that his hair stood on end. He roared at the sky and his voice turned into a substantial wave of air that swept out in all directions. It shook countless people's eardrums and caused them to bleed. Then, he fell to the ground in pain.
Those who entered the Ancient Ming Battlefield this time were the most outstanding people of Sky Sword Mountain's younger generation. If they died, even if Sky Sword Mountain still had Jian Wuchen, it would be useless!
Because no matter how strong Jian Wuchen was, he was only one person, and the true strength of a Sect required the joint efforts of everyone. If the Sect didn't have a backbone to support it, then it would only be a matter of time before the Sect gradually declined and perished even if it had an invincible existence to guard it.
Now, all of the most outstanding people of the Sky Sword Mountain's younger generation had died. The Sky Sword Mountain was facing its greatest crisis since ancient times. When the older generation of the Sky Sword Mountain passed away, the younger generation would not be able to take over. The Sky Sword Mountain would definitely decline and even collapse after the setback.
Therefore, how could the big shot from Sky Sword Mountain not be mad with anger?
"Sky Sword Mountain, listen to my order. Mobilize all seven major legions to attack Dragon Devouring Mountain. I want Xiao Fan to see his people's heads hanging outside the Ancient Ming Battlefield when he comes out in two months!" The big shot from Sky Sword Mountain roared again and issued the order to everyone in Sky Sword Mountain.
This big shot from Sky Sword Mountain was very important in Sky Sword Mountain. He was the son of the first wife of Laozu Sect of Sky Sword Mountain. His power was not inferior to the Sky Sword Mountain's Mountain Master. He also had the power to mobilize the entire sect to attack a certain side.
Moreover, even if the Sky Sword Mountain's Mountain Master was present, he would definitely support the decision of this big shot. Therefore, this order was immediately passed down without any hesitation. Then, it was transmitted to Sky Sword Mountain and waited for the entire Sky Sword Mountain's response.
At this moment, in the Ancient Ming Battlefield!
"Xiao Fan!"
A voice full of boundless anger resounded in the distant sky behind Miss Yu Chan like a bolt from the blue. Before this angry roar could finish, two figures arrived in front of Xiao Fan like two long rainbows. At the same time, they appeared in front of everyone.
It was Jian Wuchen and No. 1, who had always been inseparable from him.
Jian Wuchen finally finished fusing with the True Dragon Blood and stood up. When he saw that all his followers, including the most outstanding heaven's prides of Sky Sword Mountain, had been killed by Xiao Fan, Jian Wuchen could no longer maintain his usual calmness and confidence. There was only monstrous anger and murderous intent. His eyes were as red as blood.
"Jian Wuchen!"
Countless people held their breaths as they stared at Jian Wuchen. Countless gazes were focused on Jian Wuchen, and they didn't even blink.
Jian Wuchen was once the strongest among the younger generation of the Spirit Domain. Even though Xiao Fan had surpassed him, in the eyes of some stubborn people, Jian Wuchen was still unsurpassed.
At this moment, seeing Jian Wuchen's true body descend, many people were moved. Even many young men and women who had always regarded Jian Wuchen as their idol revealed unconcealable excitement on their faces.
"Jian Wuchen, Jian Wuchen, Jian Wuchen!"
These young men and women who regarded Jian Wuchen as their idol were not very old. They were at the age where young men and women worshipped experts the most. At this moment, they suddenly shouted in unison outside the Ancient Ming Battlefield. Countless voices gathered together, forming a powerful sound that shook the sky and attracted countless people's attention.
In the Ancient Ming Battlefield!
"Xiao Fan, you slaughtered a group of heaven prides of my Heavenly Sword Mountain. How dare you!" Jian Wuchen, who had descended with his true body, stood in front of everyone. Countless sword shadows flickered around his body, flickering in and out of existence. Endless sword qi radiated from his body, vast and mighty, causing people to tremble. He stared at Xiao Fan, his ink-like eyebrows raised with overflowing killing intent. Then, he spoke in a voice that chilled people to the bone.
"Little brat, don't think that you're invincible just because you've fused with a drop of true dragon blood!" Xiao Fan's gloomy eyes looked at Jian Wuchen as he spoke with the same overflowing killing intent. "It's just a drop of true dragon blood. It's nothing in my eyes!"
"Not to mention that you've fused with the true dragon blood, even if you were given a hundred drops of true dragon blood, so what? If I want to kill you, it'll still be as easy as flipping my hand! "
"Just a drop of true dragon blood? Anyone can talk big, but you, Xiao Fan, are not fated with the true dragon blood. That's the truth! " Jian Wuchen continued to stare at Xiao Fan without blinking. After which, he lifted his large foot and took a heavy step forward as he shouted.
As Jian Wuchen's big foot stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet instantly split open, revealing countless large and small cracks. The larger cracks could be said to be bottomless, as if a dark mouth had appeared on the ground, exuding a sinister chill.
There was also a sword cry that pierced through the clouds, as if it could be transmitted outside the Ancient Ming Battlefield through the three thousand light screens. It reverberated in the air, causing people to be terrified.
"Come here and die!"
Xiao Fan was too lazy to say anything to Jian Wuchen. He hooked his finger at Jian Wuchen and said coldly, his dark eyes exuding an incomparably bloodthirsty light.
"Xiao Fan, let's fight to the death today!"
In the face of Xiao Fan's contemptuous gesture, Jian Wuchen's killing intent soared again. He opened his mouth and roared, his voice tearing the sky and shaking the surroundings!
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