Yang Fan was not spared either.
As the sound wave approached, he, a mere fourth grade Martial Disciple, vomited the most blood and was the first to fall.
Before he fainted, he didn't even know what had happened. He only heard a new notification in his ear.
"You received a sound wave attack from a seventh grade Demon King. Your brain is severely concussed, your internal organs are ruptured and bleeding. Your body's defensive instincts have been stimulated. Your desire to live has instantly soared to an infinite level. Cell vitality + 5, body recovery + 3, physical defense + 6."
"You received a sound wave attack from a seventh grade Demon King. You have comprehended something and learned an earth grade sound wave martial art — — Ape Roar Technique. Lung capacity + 10, sound wave attack + 15, sound wave defense + 15."
"You received a sound wave attack from a seventh grade Demon King. You have lost too much blood. Your body's hematopoietic function has been strengthened. Hematopoietic ability + 1."
"You fainted. Your body has entered a state of shock. Your blood flow has slowed and your breathing has become weak. You have automatically entered a state of tortoise breathing. You have comprehended a mortal grade martial art — — Tortoise Breathing Technique. Cell vitality + 2, blood strength + 30."
The Tortoise Breathing Technique automatically activated and stopped Yang Fan's rapidly worsening injuries. Then, with the strengthening of his cell vitality and the increase of his body's recovery ability, Yang Fan only fainted for a moment before slowly regaining consciousness.
However, his body still couldn't move. He could only open his eyes slightly.
To the side, the Penetrating Bone Beast that was still struggling and screaming with its legs clamped together had completely stopped breathing. It was clear that the sound wave attack just now had a large area of effect. All the creatures in the wilderness were within its attack range.
Without this fatal threat, Yang Fan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Right now, he was paralyzed on the ground. His defense was practically zero. If that Penetrating Bone Beast hadn't died, then the one who should've died would've been him.
"Qingshan King, you've crossed the line!"
"West Chu City is not a place you should've come to. Leave a hand behind and I can let you leave alive!"
There seemed to be someone speaking in the sky. Yang Fan tried his best to open his eyes a little wider. Then, he saw a white-clothed youth standing in the air, facing off against a thousand meter tall giant shadow.
His clothes were whiter than snow, and the youth was like jade.
Was this white-clothed youth the Zhu Huanan that the Demon King spoke of?
"Traversing the void, Grandmaster realm. Is there such a young Grandmaster in West Chu City?"
Yang Fan's eyes focused on the young man in white. "If I remember correctly, the founder of Huanan Martial Arts School was called Zhu Huanan. Could it be this young master in front of me?"
"Could it be that the rumors are true? Not only can Martial Dao Grandmasters reconstruct their bones and muscles, but they can also return to their youth and extend their lifespan by three hundred years? "
Yang Fan was suddenly moved by the 300 years of lifespan.
Huanan Martial Arts School had been established more than 120 years ago. It was said that the principal, Zhu Huanan, had founded the school himself when he was nearly 40 years old.
If this white-clothed young man was Principal Zhu Huanan himself, then he would be at least 160 years old.
One hundred and sixty years old. In the era of Yang Fan, who suffered from severe depression, very few people could live so long. Most people would be thankful if they could live to a hundred years old.
Longevity and longevity, who wouldn't be tempted by it?
"Zhu Huanan, do you think this prince is easily frightened? This prince's arm is here. If you have the ability, chop it off! "
The phantom of the giant beast condensed from nothingness. It waved its right arm at Zhu Huanan without hesitation. Just like when it swept across the Yunleng Type-I airship, its palm instantly increased by several times and grabbed at Zhu Huanan's location.
"You observed the Seventh Grade Demon King's spatial martial arts and were tempted, but you couldn't comprehend it because you didn't have enough strength."
"You observed the Seventh Grade Demon King's magical martial arts and were tempted, but you couldn't comprehend it because you didn't have enough strength."
Yang Fan was speechless. It turned out that the system in his body wasn't omnipotent. When encountering a Demon King level powerhouse, it still had to kneel.
"As you wish!"
Zhu Huanan didn't even look at the giant palm that was waving at him. He unhurriedly took off the jade flute from his waist and held it in his hand. He raised a sword sign and chopped at Lord Qinghou's arm with seemingly slow but actually fast speed. His movements were elegant and extremely relaxed.
As the jade flute was waved, a green light flashed out and made contact with the giant palm in the void. The overwhelming palm shadows melted like snow and instantly shrank back. Lord Qinghou seemed to have suffered a hidden loss. He roared angrily and his body suddenly shrank to the size of a normal human. He flew straight at Zhu Huanan.
Demon beasts had strong physiques and 90% of them were very good at close combat. Their teeth and claws were their best weapons. Basically, from the moment they transformed into demons, they began to instinctively use their demon power to temper their bodies. Lord Qinghou in front of him was no doubt this kind of demon beast.
Zhu Huanan's expression didn't change. He waved the jade flute in his hand and performed the last move of his self-created Wild Wind Swordsmanship — Silent Moistening.
Unlike Lord Qinghou's powerful move, Zhu Huanan's sword move didn't even produce a trace of airflow. It was ordinary and without the slightest sharpness.
However, Lord Qinghou's expression changed drastically. He only exchanged one move with Zhu Huanan before he began to retreat quickly. He roared unwillingly as he retreated.
After Zhu Huanan performed the flute, he stopped and looked indifferently at Lord Qinghou who had already retreated a thousand meters away. He didn't chase after him.
"30 years ago, you were no match for I. 30 years later, it's still the same!"
"Lord Qinghou, accept your fate. This time, I'll only cut off one of your arms as a warning. If there's a next time, I'll definitely cut off your head! "
As soon as Zhu Huanan's voice fell, Yang Fan noticed that Lord Qinghou's state seemed to be a little strange. His right arm was still intact just now, but now it had fallen off his right shoulder. He caught it with his left hand in time to prevent his right arm from flying into the wilderness.
Yang Fan was shocked. Was this the so-called exchange of blows between experts? He hadn't seen anything yet, but the outcome had already been decided.
"You observed the martial arts of a grandmaster level martial artist and your heart was moved. However, because you weren't strong enough, you couldn't comprehend it."
Yang Fan's breathing stagnated. This again. Since I can't comprehend it, why are you still reminding me? Are you trying to make me feel bad?
In just a short two minutes, Yang Fan had already missed three opportunities to comprehend grandmaster level martial arts. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He felt that he was about to suffer from depression.
"Hahaha, there's no need for a next time. This king's head is here. If you have the ability, come and take it now!"
Lord Qinghou was unexpectedly unyielding. Ignoring his injuries, he actually used his broken arm as a weapon and charged at Zhu Huanan again without any regard for his life. Golden blood danced in the air, looking very frightening.
Yang Fan was a little dumbfounded. Had this Lord Qinghou been beaten silly? He actually ran into the blade himself. Was he courting death?
Also, what was the meaning of Principal Zhu's actions? Since he had the strength to spare, why didn't he just chop off the Lord Qinghou's head? He had already been bullied to the door, so what was the point of being gentlemanly?
Don't waste time, just kill him!
Yang Fan was anxious for Zhu Huanan. As a human, he naturally stood on Zhu Huanan's side. He hoped that Zhu Huanan could kill this Lord Qinghou with a single flute.
Yang Fan couldn't see the expression on Zhu Huanan's face. Otherwise, he wouldn't be clamoring to kill Lord Qinghou in his heart.
Zhu Huanan, who had just chopped off Lord Qinghou's right arm with a single flute, was smiling bitterly at this moment. His right hand holding the flute was trembling slightly. That Silent Lubrication was the most powerful move he could use now.
Although he looked calm and confident on the surface, only he knew that the sword just now was actually aimed at Lord Qinghou's head. However, in the end, he realized that it wouldn't work, so he changed his target and chopped off Lord Qinghou's right arm.
Compared to 30 years ago, this Lord Qinghou was even more powerful. He was already at the peak of the Seventh Level Demon King. His body was covered with copper skin and iron bones, and his defense was amazing. He used all his strength to barely break the defense on his right arm.
"I didn't expect that you would still find out."
This time, Zhu Huanan didn't fight Lord Qinghou head-on. Before Lord Qinghou's attack came close, he had already retreated a thousand meters away. Then, he couldn't suppress the injuries in his body anymore. With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hahaha, I knew that you were already an arrow at the end of its flight. Your injuries can't recover faster than mine!"
"Now it seems that I made the right bet!"
Seeing Zhu Huanan spit out blood and his aura dropping rapidly, Lord Qinghou couldn't help but laugh loudly.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the right arm that Zhu Huanan had chopped off into his stomach. Then, the right shoulder emitted a green light and a new arm grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Mountain Demon King, Purple Marten King, and Red Eagle King, what are you waiting for? Do you really want me to die together with this bastard?!"
Lord Qinghou wasn't in a hurry to fight with Zhu Huanan. Instead, he turned around and roared at the mountains ten thousand meters away.
Instantly, three Demon Kings' auras shot up into the sky from the mountains in the north. In the blink of an eye, three more Seventh Level Demon Kings appeared beside Lord Qinghou. They all had human bodies and beast heads, and their auras were shocking.
Yang Fan quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
Now that four Demon Kings were here, it was so scary. It felt like Huanan's old principal was going to die this time.
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