"Damn it, what the hell is that!?" Zhao Jing's voice was as sharp as a pheasant shrieking in agony.
The red Galaxy was one of Zhao Jing's trump cards. The Galaxy Fall was their only hope of taking down Fanxue Mountain. To his surprise, the powerful spell only caused an earthquake. Not a single Galaxy landed on Fanxue Mountain.
He glared at Zhao Manyan. He had an urge to go up to the man and strangle him to death.
How crazy was the man to put so much effort into protecting his own life? Just look at the layers of barriers around him, and he would lose all his will to attack!
"Zhao Jing, focus on Mo Fan. Taking him down is our priority," Bai Song said to Zhao Jing.
Zhao Jing was losing his patience. If he kept using the red Galaxy to attack Mo Fan, the man would be seriously injured, even if he did not die.
"My Galaxy Fall won't land on a specific spot," Zhao Jing said with a dark face.
Bai Song glanced at the red Galaxy that was gradually disappearing in the sky, and at the demon tree that was withering rapidly.
It made sense. If such a powerful spell could target a specific spot, wouldn't it be comparable to a half-True Forbidden Spell?
"That tortoiseshell shield with golden pearls is pretty impressive, too. We should be careful," Bai Song said with a frown.
Fanxue Mountain was indeed hiding a lot of experts. They had made a mistake by coming here recklessly, but they had to take down Fanxue Mountain, even if it was going to be difficult!
"Humph, I know who he is now. I heard that he's still alive. I thought someone was spreading rumors to mess with Zhao Manyan, but it turns out to be true!" Zhao Jing stared at Zhao Manyan viciously.
"Who is he?" Bai Song asked.
"Zhao Manyan!"
Bai Song, Lan Zhu, and Qing Lan were stunned. Their eyes were fixed on Zhao Manyan, who was emitting a golden glow.
Judging from the aura Zhao Manyan had just displayed, his cultivation was most likely on par with any of them. Zhao Manyan was widely known as the prodigal son of the Zhao Clan, a playboy and a piece of trash from a renowned clan. Even Bai Song despised him, as he did not want to recruit such a lazy man as his disciple …
How many years had it been? How did Zhao Manyan's strength suddenly surpass theirs?
Zhao Jing was the one who had suggested Zhao Youqian to get rid of Zhao Manyan. Zhao Jing was familiar with Zhao Manyan.
Among the successors of the Zhao Clan, Zhao Manyan was the most independent one. Most importantly, he was in charge of the clan's finances. It was very likely that Zhao Manyan, who had just come first in the World College Tournament, would be the successor.
Zhao Jing had spent a lot of time with Zhao Youqian. He knew that Zhao Youqian had the intention to take out his favorite brother, but he had never made up his mind. Zhao Jing had given Zhao Youqian a push and introduced the people of the Palace of Assassins to Zhao Youqian …
To his surprise, Zhao Youqian was a good-for-nothing, too. He did not even take care of a brainless Zhao Manyan. Not only did he allow the man to live for so many years, he even dared to interfere with his plan!
"Let's put it aside for now. We'll get this done as soon as possible," Zhao Jing withdrew his gaze and said.
"Got it!" the others nodded.
As a matter of fact, they had no choice but to put it aside. Mo Fan had already made his way to the center of the six of them. The chubby old man with the Water Spell was already injured. Mo Fan was taking advantage of the situation to take out one of them first.
The chubby old man had a long burning scar on his chest. He was still in great pain. He had to stop casting complicated spells a few times due to the burning pain.
The chubby old man of the Nanrong Clan screamed when he saw the King of Hell charging at him again. He immediately turned around and ran for his life.
"Scorching Sky Break!"
Mo Fan tore forward from a thousand meters away.
The space was torn apart. Scorching lava poured out from the crack and soon formed a long ravine filled with crimson lava.
The ravine was right in the middle of the sky, blocking the chubby old man of the Nanrong Clan's escape route.
Mo Fan tore forward again. He saw a ravine sweeping across the chubby old man. The chubby old man even forgot to dodge the blinding light.
"Don't just run away!" Lan Zhu scolded him.
The chubby old man's face was as dark as a pig's liver. He had used all his might to flip around and barely dodged the ravine.
These old men, it was easy for them to talk. They might end up worse off than him if they were chased by a fiery demon!
"Call … call that girl Nanrong Ni here and treat my wounds at once. Otherwise, my wounds are going to rot again!" the chubby old man of the Nanrong Clan yelled.
"She and Nanrong Xu are taking on Mu Ningxue, watch out!" the skinny old man suddenly yelled.
The chubby old man turned around when he heard the call. He saw Mo Fan had come out of the rift. He was engulfed in heavenly flames that flickered in the wind. He had no idea how he had managed to reach the rift from a thousand meters away …
"Eight Flames Pattern!"
Mo Fan reached out his right hand and placed his other hand on the back of it. His fiery hair suddenly stood on end.
"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!"
Eight different directions, eight different Heavenly Flame Patterns. Eight streams of flames clashed with the chubby old man of the Nanrong Clan.
The chubby old man immediately summoned his Magic Armor, Magic Shield, and some defensive Magic Tools. Everyone could see at least three layers of defensive light surrounding him: ocean blue, light green, and icy white …
However, the three layers of defense quickly melted away. The chubby old man's greasy fat was the first thing that received the Heavenly Flame Patterns.
He screamed in agony.
However, he did not have time to make a sound.
His face was burned. His eyes, mouth, ears, and nose were on fire. His body was completely dried up in the next second.
His skin and fat were burned away at the same time. All that was left was a dried body that was not as fat as before!
When the Eight Flames Pattern came to an end, the chubby old man, whose body was scorched black, fell to the ground. He was not dead, but he was crawling like a burning corpse. His eyes were filled with pain, but they were also filled with the desire to live on.
He seemed to be crawling toward Nanrong Ni. Nanrong Ni was the only person who could save him.
"Asshole, I'm going to kill you!" the skinny old man screamed.
He obviously had a close relationship with the chubby old man. He was infuriated when he saw the chubby old man in such a miserable state!
The three honorable guests of the Zhao Clan were stunned, too. They did not expect a Super Mage with two full Elements would almost die in the Heavenly Flame Pattern …
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