Countless people held their breaths as they watched Jian Wuchen's invincible aura sweep across the sky and earth. Their eyes were filled with intense shock.
Xiao Fan's strength was beyond their expectations, but Jian Wuchen's strength was also beyond their expectations!
The two of them were like two resplendent suns in the sky, suppressing all others of the same age. No one could stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
"Let alone our Spirit Domain, I'm afraid it's rare to see such peerless figures in the Dark Domain, Eastern Domain, or even the entire Eastern Spirit Lower Prefecture in thousands of years!" Someone couldn't help but sigh as he watched the battle between Xiao Fan and Jian Wuchen. "If the two of them could join forces, who would be a match for them in the Heaven's Pride Battle of the three major domains?"
"But it's a pity that they will have to fight to the death. Only one of them can survive. It's really a pity!"
Although no one said anything about this statement, there were many people who agreed with it on their faces and eyes. Many of them sighed softly.
But!
Just as they were sighing, the scene in the Ancient Ming Battlefield made them completely lose their ability to speak. They stood there in a daze for a long time, motionless. They had a strong urge to take back what they had just said.
In the Ancient Ming Battlefield, Xiao Fan walked unhurriedly with the Akira Yuki in his arms and Xing Qing and Lime behind him. His eyes were dark as he walked out of the violent explosion step by step. All the wind, rocks, energy fluctuations, and destructive power couldn't touch him. It could be said that he was completely untouched.
Such a scene made people look at each other in dismay. They couldn't believe that the sixth style of the Sky Sword Nine Styles that Jian Wuchen had used with the Purple Firmament Thunder Sword against Xiao Fan couldn't hurt Xiao Fan at all.
"How, how is this possible?" Looking at the unscathed Xiao Fan and Xing Qing and Lime behind Xiao Fan, some people's hearts suddenly turned cold and their bodies trembled. They couldn't help but cry out in a different tone.
With Jian Wuchen's terrifying combat strength, there was no need to say anything more about the younger generation. He was simply invincible. In the entire Spirit Realm, there were not many people in the older generation who could defeat Jian Wuchen.
But among the older generation, even if they were stronger than Jian Wuchen, it was impossible for them to be completely immune to Jian Wuchen's attack like Xiao Fan was right now, completely unaffected by it.
This was something that was absolutely impossible to happen.
But things were extremely strange and unbelievable. It made people wonder if there was something wrong with their eyes......................................
In the dead silence, in a trance!
Looking at the battlefield, everyone couldn't help but have an inexplicable illusion in their hearts. Jian Wuchen was really like a pitiful ant in front of Xiao Fan. He was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, but in the end, he was just a facade.
How could the two be on par with each other? How could they both be peerless talents?
It was simply the difference between heaven and earth. They couldn't be mentioned in the same breath.
"Impossible!"
Looking at Xiao Fan, who was slowly walking out, Jian Wuchen's figure also froze. His body suddenly stiffened and he blurted out. A touch of unconcealable paleness appeared on his face.
No one knew better than him how powerful his attack was. However, even so, it was still unable to harm Xiao Fan. It was not even able to harm a single hair on Xiao Fan's body.
Jian Wuchen couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when he saw such an impossible outcome. An inexplicable fear that he had never felt before spread from the deepest part of his body. It quickly spread throughout his body, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Boom!"
After walking out of the explosion, Xiao Fan lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the ground. In an instant, the monstrous explosion and energy fluctuations caused by Jian Wuchen's shocking attack disappeared without a trace like a fire encountering a rainstorm. Then, everything returned to calm as if nothing had happened.
Then!
"Come!"
Xiao Fan raised his hand and hooked his finger at Jian Wuchen again. Then, his eyes were dark and filled with a chilling cruelty. His voice was full of undisguised contempt and ridicule.
"I, don't, believe!"
In the face of Xiao Fan's contemptuous behavior, Jian Wuchen suddenly exploded as if a barrel of dynamite had been detonated.
Then, his black hair fluttered in the wind. His originally handsome face, which was as bright as the sun, now had a trace of ferocity. He looked up to the sky and roared. His voice was like endless thunder that spread throughout the entire Ancient Ming Battlefield.
The next second!
"Sky Sword Nine Styles, Seventh Style, Hundred Swords Slaughter the Sky!"
"Sky Sword Nine Styles, Eighth Style, Origin of a Thousand Swords!"
Jian Wuchen let out a series of fierce roars. Then, in the midst of his thunderous roar, the purple light of the Purple Firmament Thunder Sword in his hand surged crazily again. Endless purple light was like a torrential river and ocean. It radiated from the Purple Firmament Thunder Sword and illuminated the surrounding thousands of miles.
In the next second!
Jian Wuchen's movements were extremely fast. First, the Purple Firmament Thunder Sword condensed a hundred terrifying black swords in the air. Then, it condensed a thousand silver swords that exuded a mysterious and unfathomable aura. Just one glance at them would make one's blood freeze.
Then, the hundred terrifying black swords with murderous auras and the thousand mysterious silver swords with unfathomable auras simultaneously let out sword cries. They carried an earth-shattering destructive aura as they majestically charged towards Xiao Fan like a flood that had broken through a dam.
Wherever they passed, the ground, the sky, and everything in the surroundings was completely crushed by the thousands of silver and black swords. Then, it turned into a vacuum where all life was extinguished.
Everyone inside and outside the Ancient Ming Battlefield stared intently at the battlefield. Their hearts were beating wildly. They wanted to see if Xiao Fan would still be invulnerable under Jian Wuchen's terrifying attack that was ten times stronger than the previous one. Would he still be untouched by any attack? Would he still be unharmed?
"Rumble!" "Rumble!" "Rumble!"
Under Jian Wuchen's attack, the explosions in the battlefield continued without end. Because of the violent explosions and terrifying energy fluctuations, nothing could be seen clearly. Everyone was silent. Their hearts were beating faster and faster, their blood was spurting out, and their bodies were trembling as they waited for the result of this attack!
"Huff!" "Huff!" "Huff!"
Consecutively using the seventh and eighth styles of the Sky Sword Nine Styles was still a big burden for Jian Wuchen, who had fused with the true blood of the Dragon Clan. His head was covered in sweat, and because of the huge consumption of energy, his body was trembling slightly.
But!
Before he could even take two breaths, when he saw the situation in the arena, his blood instantly froze. He stood there as if he didn't feel anything and didn't move at all, as if he was a stone statue.
At the same time, everyone also saw the scene in the battlefield. Then, everyone was like Jian Wuchen, frozen in place for a long time, and lost all signs of life.
This was because Xiao Fan was holding the Akira Yuki in his arms, while Xing Qing and Lime were behind him. The two of them walked out of the earth-shattering explosion with heavy steps. Their eyes were dark as they walked out unhurriedly. Not to mention the slightest injury on their bodies, even their clothes weren't stained by a single speck of dust. They couldn't be any cleaner.
Obviously, Jian Wuchen's third all-out attack was still unable to hurt Xiao Fan. The result was no different from the previous two attacks!
"Why, why, why is it like this?"
Jian Wuchen's starry eyes became absent-minded. He stood there motionless, looking at Xiao Fan without focus, and then muttering to himself. Although his voice wasn't loud, it was exceptionally loud in the unusually quiet Ancient Ming Battlefield. Many people heard it clearly.
"Wuchen, you must …!"
Miss Yu Chan, who had survived, wanted to get up and comfort Jian Wuchen to restore his confidence, but at this moment, she had also lost all confidence. She could only say the beginning of her sentence before she couldn't say anything else. Then, her eyes dimmed and filled with despair as she lowered her head deeply.
There was a pause!
"Wrong, all of us were wrong. We were all wrong, terribly wrong!" Lady Yu Chan's face revealed a bitter smile that had never been seen before. Suddenly, she lost her composure and screamed. Her voice was filled with madness due to the complete collapse of her confidence. "Everything was wrong that day in Mount Dragon Devouring!"
"Xiao Fan didn't rely on the power of the Great Halberd to destroy the five hundred and eighty-eight great sects. He relied on his own strength to destroy the five hundred and eighty-eight great sects!"
"Hahahaha, all of us were wrong, ridiculously wrong, fatally wrong, hahahaha!"
In the Ancient Ming Battlefield, everyone was deathly silent and motionless. Only Miss Yu Chan's maniacal laughter continued to reverberate in the air.
"Come!"
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