At the summit of the Divine Cliff, there were no less than a hundred Enlightened Realm experts. The cold air was oppressive, and the killing intent was surging. However, at the very center, Jiang Xiaofan's expression was calm and unperturbed. He did not panic at all as he faced everyone alone.
"Boom … …"
He made his move at this moment. He didn't even bother to talk nonsense with Murong Ling. He stretched out his silver hand and almost covered the entire sky. A huge shadow was cast on the ground as if a huge mountain was falling down.
There was not a single person who didn't have an expression on their face. Murong Ling was holding an exceptionally sharp artifact in his hand, but now, there was actually someone who dared to use his hand to shake it. This kind of courage made everyone's expression change. They widened their eyes and stared unwaveringly at the front.
A cold glint flashed through Murong Ling's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face. He leaned to the side and frowned as he said, "Brother Jiang, what is the meaning of this? I only said a few words. Don't tell me you really want to silence me?"
Although he was talking, the movement of his hand was not weak at all. The scarlet divine sword was flourishing with radiance. An astonishing killing intent instantly covered every corner of this space. He held the divine sword in his hand and flew up into the sky. He slashed towards Jiang Xiaofan's big hand.
"What a terrifying sword intent!"
Many practitioners retreated backwards. The scarlet divine sword in Murong Ling's hand moved. Within a radius of ten zhang, every inch of space was filled with bone-piercing killing intent. It penetrated into the bone marrow and made people feel a chill down their spine. Even their scalp felt a little numb.
"Hmph!"
Jiang Xiaofan was expressionless. The big hand that he stretched out trembled. The divine radiance rose sharply and fell down one after another.
Suddenly, a light diagram appeared in the sky. It formed a circle and circulated with silver runes. It began to absorb all the spiritual energy in the surrounding space. It just happened to cover a radius of ten zhang. Along with the big silver hand, it pressed down.
One could clearly see that the void was being squeezed by an invisible power. It was as if a piece of white paper was being wrinkled. At the same time, the scarlet divine sword in Murong Ling's hand dimmed. That killing intent was instantly suppressed to the extreme.
"You!"
Murong Ling was shocked. He felt a huge pressure. Even though he was holding onto a precious weapon, it was useless. The light diagram above his head seemed to be able to suppress everything. The aura that it emitted almost froze the divine power in his body.
Bing Xin stood behind Jiang Xiaofan, staring at the light map in the air. She was slightly surprised. Her watery eyes flickered with a faint white light, as if she was analyzing something. But in the end, she just shook her head.
"Yan Huoshen!"
Murong Ling bellowed as he frantically activated his divine power. His entire body began to burn as a layer of invincible fire armor condensed outside his body. He had transformed into an unparalleled giant. The scorching lava seemed to be able to burn everything.
However, all of this was futile. Jiang Xiaofan was expressionless and did not show any emotion. His large hand pressed down without any resistance. With a pop, it shattered all of the flames outside Murong Ling's body and grabbed him.
"You …"
"Pa!"
Jiang Xiaofan did not waste time with him. He grabbed him by the collar and slapped him. Although he did not kill him, he did not show any mercy. Murong Ling's mouth and nose were bleeding, and half of his face was almost torn apart.
"You are going too far. How …"
"Pa!"
Jiang Xiaofan was expressionless as he slapped Murong Ling again. The strength he used was very balanced, causing the other half of Murong Ling's face to swell up. Blood flowed out and quickly dyed his entire face red. It looked a bit scary.
"Ah!"
Murong Ling bellowed. He was a genius of the Zi Yang Martial School's younger generation. Aside from two or three people, no one was his opponent. But now, he was being humiliated by this person. He could not bear it. Flames were burning in his eyes.
"Boom …"
An even more terrifying aura overflowed from his body. It was several times stronger than before. His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Jiang Xiaofan. A pair of flaming wings appeared on his back.
"Zi Yang Martial School's Phoenix's Flame Nirvana!"
Someone cried out in surprise. Everyone was shocked when they heard about this terrifying secret technique.
Phoenix's Flame Nirvana could increase one's strength by several times. However, the price was not small. Because the blazing flame was not something an ordinary body could withstand. Every time it was used, it would consume a lot of life force. It could be considered a forbidden technique.
At this moment, Murong Ling used the Phoenix Fire Nirvana and his divine power increased by several folds. The Divine Sword Scarlet Blood that he was still holding in his hand once again burst out with an unparalleled killing intent. An extremely powerful pressure spread out and covered the sky. It made many practitioners tremble.
"This is … the unique aura of a Divine Illusion Realm expert!"
Many practitioners were overwhelmed with shock. They felt a terrifying pressure. The current Murong Ling was infinitely tall in these people's eyes. At this moment, the aura he emitted was somewhat shocking. It was comparable to a Divine Illusion Realm expert.
However, in the next moment, Murong Ling's expression changed drastically. For the first time, he revealed an expression of shock. The divine power outside his body collapsed again. The flaming wings on his back dissipated and turned into specks of starlight. They merged into the void in all directions.
"You, you have already …"
His expression finally changed completely. Even his lips were trembling. However, before he could finish his words, Jiang Xiaofan's big hand came over again. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all. Another palm imprint landed on his cheek.
"One year ago, you kicked me down here. One year later, at the same place, this will be your burial ground." Jiang Xiaofan's words were very calm. There was no killing intent, but it made everyone feel cold all over.
He really didn't want to waste his breath on a hypocritical and shady person like Murong Ling. A year ago, he had failed to kill Murong Ling after taking Murong Ling's things. Now, Murong Ling had repeatedly provoked disputes and wanted to borrow the strength of the practitioners here to kill him. If he could still tolerate Murong Ling's existence, then he would be a saint.
"You … you want to kill me?" Murong Ling's expression changed. His eyes twitched as he said, "No, you can't do that. The divine sword in my hand has master's imprint. If you make a move, you won't be able to hide it from him. Even the Imperial Heaven Sect won't be able to protect you!"
"Crack …"
Jiang Xiaofan was disdainful. He lightly flicked his finger. It looked simple, but it seemed to be extremely powerful. Following a crisp sound, Murong Ling couldn't help but scream. His right arm fell limply to the ground. The bones in his entire hand were shattered.
"You …"
"Crack …"
Jiang Xiaofan was very calm. He flicked his finger again and crippled Murong Ling's other arm.
Would he be worried about Mo Zuo coming to find trouble? Would he need the protection of the Imperial Heaven Sect? What a joke. What was a mere Mo Zuo? Even if the supreme elder of the Purple Sun Sect came, it wouldn't be enough. Elder Liu Chengan wasn't someone to be trifled with either!
Murong Ling finally showed fear. He could clearly feel the killing intent of the man in front of him. He could no longer maintain his calm demeanor and anxiously asked for help, "Fellow cultivators, please save me. In the future, I will definitely repay you generously and help you enter the Purple Sun Sect to cultivate. My master is Elder Mo Zuo!"
He was truly afraid. He couldn't stop this person, so he quickly shouted out these words. His only hope now was these people in front of him. He hoped that he could borrow the prestige of the Purple Sun Sect to make these people help him. For this, he even brought out Mo Zuo's identity.
"This …"
"Enter the Purple Sun Sect!"
Many people widened their eyes. Clearly, Murong Ling's words were very tempting. The Purple Sun Sect was one of the four great sects of the Zi Wei. Being able to cultivate there was definitely the lifelong dream of many cultivators.
"Quick, help Brother Murong!"
"We can't let this bastard succeed!"
In just a moment, cultivators in this area immediately shouted out loud. Many people took out their treasures. Their spiritual energy surged and was stronger than before. They surrounded Jiang Xiaofan.
"Let go of Young Master Murong!"
Almost all of these people were rogue cultivators or came from small sects. Wanting to rely on their own abilities to enter the Purple Sun Sect was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Therefore, at this moment, the temptation of Murong Ling's words was no different from a precious treasure.
More importantly, there were more than a hundred Enlightened Realm cultivators here. They didn't believe that Jiang Xiaofan could actually stop everyone. At this moment, almost everyone moved again, exploding with a terrifying aura.
"I'll give you two a warning!" Jiang Xiaofan lifted his head. His eyes turned cold as he stared at everyone in front of him. Strands of murderous intent spread out from his body. He coldly said, "First, leave this place. Don't ever touch the Divine Cliff. Second, don't make trouble for yourself. Don't force me to kill you! "
Such cold and emotionless words were like the clanging of a divine weapon. Immediately, a portion of people were stunned. However, facing the temptation of entering the Purple Sun Sect, there were still many people who didn't fear death and rushed forward. They were all powerful cultivators.
"Bastard, don't talk too much. Quickly release Young Master Murong!"
"Blocking our path, killing Fellow Daoist Zi Yi, and now you want to kill a disciple of the Purple Sun Sect. You are truly a demon. You deserve to die!"
More than ten people were the first to rush over. The weakest of them was at the Seventh Sky of the Jue Chen Realm. They all had something they could rely on. Some of them used their mystical secret arts, while others used their powerful Spiritual weapons. They all wanted to enter the Purple Sun Martial School to cultivate.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression turned cold. At the peak of the Divine Cliff, this was the first time he released his murderous intent. He stood there without moving until one of them rushed over. Then, he stretched out his hand and slapped.
"Pfff …"
That large hand of his was ordinary and mediocre, without the slightest bit of divine light. However, it was as if it was covered in a layer of divine armor, shaking the space until it distorted. It was so powerful that it made people tremble. With a peng, it sent one of them flying, his head directly smashed apart. Blood mixed with brain matter flowed out. It was extremely disgusting.
"Since you all want to die, then don't blame me for being merciless!"
His voice was extremely cold. A cold light appeared beside him. This was a dark ancient spear. As soon as it appeared, it emitted an extremely powerful aura. It turned into a ray of light and shot forward.
"Pfff …"
"Pfff …"
"Pfff …"
His combat ability now was too terrifying. It was as if he was no longer on the same level as these people. The dark ancient spear emitted a bright silver light and turned into a light sword. It pierced through three people in a row, all from the center of their brows. It was a one-hit kill.
His right leg that stepped on the ground shook violently. The ground immediately boiled and shook violently. Hundreds of cyan colored Sword Qi soared into the sky. It was extremely sharp and penetrated a few figures on the spot. Their bodies were full of bloody holes. They fell on their backs and died with their eyes wide open.
In just a short moment, more than a dozen people died. They couldn't even withstand a single blow from Jiang Xiaofan. They were as weak as chickens and pottery dogs. Many of the practitioners on the opposite side were trembling with fear. Even Bing Xin was a little surprised. It wasn't that she didn't think that Jiang Xiaofan was very strong. However, this kind of combat ability had already far exceeded her expectations.
"Everyone, attack together. Don't split up. Attack together. After this, I will give you ten Gold Cores as a reward!"
Murong Ling shouted. Seeing these people in fear, he became very anxious. Because now, all of his hopes were in the hands of these practitioners.
"That's right. Attack together!"
"Kill!"
Even though they had already seen Jiang Xiaofan's terrifying combat ability, there were still people who didn't give up. They roared and charged forward. Not only could they enter the Zi Yang Martial School to train, they could also get ten Gold Cores. This kind of temptation was too great.
"Men die for wealth, birds die for food …"
Jiang Xiaofan shook his head, but his words were very cold. He raised his right hand, and a silver light flashed. Countless dazzling sword lights covered the entire space. With a swoosh, a bloody mist rushed up on the spot.
"Ah!"
The feast of death was being played out here. Jiang Xiaofan no longer showed mercy. Since these people wanted to kill him, why should he show them mercy? The world of xiuzhe was this cruel. Furthermore, he had things he wanted to protect. Being overly merciful was not kindness, but idiocy.
Blood mist floated in front of his eyes. After an unknown period of time, the battle here stopped. The ground was almost dyed red with blood, and there were corpses lying everywhere. Out of more than a hundred Earth Awakening Realm experts, only a dozen or so were still alive. However, they were unable to move, their legs trembling in fear.
"Fellow Daoists, hurry up and attack. He doesn't have much divine power left and will fall down soon. I'll add ten more golden cores!"
Murong Ling shouted.
However, at this moment, no one dared to step forward. Looking at the blood on the ground, these people felt that their souls were trembling. At this moment, in their eyes, the young man in black was no longer a human. He was a god, a god of death who reaped lives!
Jiang Xiaofan tilted his head, looked over emotionlessly, and said, "Murong Ling, your time is up. It's time to go to hell."
"You, don't kill …"
"Pfff …"
Murong Ling's body trembled. However, before he could finish speaking, a silver Sword Qi tore through the air and shot through his forehead. It pierced through his head, blurring his vision and ending his life.
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