Terrifying Ambition
Gu Fanxing, a Third Level Nirvana Realm cultivator, had died under Fan Wujie's sword.
Such an outcome was undoubtedly shocking to the crowd. Instantly, they found it hard to breathe. They had never thought that the situation would develop to such an extent.
In the entire Northern Desolate Region, the number of Nirvana Realm cultivators was extremely small. Any one of them could establish their own sect and leave a mark in history. However, to Fan Wujie, killing a Nirvana Realm cultivator was as easy as crushing an ant!
At this moment, Fan Wujie was too terrifying. It was simply unimaginable how powerful he was.
Buzz!
Buzz! Just when the crowd was still in shock, a violent gust of wind swept past. In their field of vision, the Ling Tian Sword Shadow that was emitting an extreme light did not disappear. It still carried a terrifying force and descended in front of Liu Wentian.
Whoosh!
The sword light was like a wave of water, gently sweeping past Liu Wentian's body. His face became extremely ugly. With a wave of his hand, the Ancient Star Travel Ruler emitted rays of resplendent starlight that filled the void. The starlight continuously condensed and firmly protected Liu Wentian's body.
The two terrifying forces continued to approach each other. When the sword light came into contact with the starlight, the Ancient Star Travel Ruler, which was a Low Grade Emperor Artifact, actually trembled violently. The starlight on the ruler's body continuously faded away. In the end, it even completely lost its luster.
"It's just the light of a firefly. Break for me!"
Fan Wujie sneered. The legendary ancient sword's sword light shone brightly, instantly drowning out the starlight. The sword's might pierced through the Ancient Star Travel Ruler and ruthlessly pressed down on Liu Wentian's body, sending him flying.
In an instant, scalding hot blood gushed out from Liu Wentian's mouth. Liu Wentian was slammed into the wall of the mountain and his entire body was pressed into it. The Qi that belonged to the Nirvana Realm cultivator was no longer present.
"Grandfather!" Seeing Liu Wentian's predicament, Liu Shiyun was anxious. She wanted to rush over and save Liu Wentian. However, she was too weak. She could not even withstand the pressure of the legendary ancient sword. It was difficult for her to even get close.
Seeing this scene, the crowd below stopped what they were doing and looked over with different expressions.
A moment ago, Gu Fanxing had just died, and they had yet to recover from the shock. Now, the strongest person in the Ancient Star Sect had also been defeated. He was still unable to withstand Fan Wujie's sword.
Such a powerful aura was comparable to Ye Xueshang's aura back then. At the same time, such an outcome seemed to silently announce that the bloody battle between the two sects was about to end.
In the air, Fan Wujie calmly looked at the crowd. When he turned around and saw Liu Wentian, the corners of his mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile as he said, "Now, do you know how big the gap between you and me is?"
Now, Fan Wujie's entire body was filled with the ultimate Sword Will of Light. Even when he spoke, his voice was mixed with Sword Will. When it reached Liu Wentian's ears, his body trembled again and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
But even so, there was no trace of fear in Liu Wentian's eyes. He coldly snorted and said, "Your sword just now absorbed the Sword Will of Light from the people of the Wanjian Pavilion. It is because of this that you have such power. Where did you get your sense of superiority from?"
"They willingly offered their Sword Will to help me kill the thief. Why can't I absorb it?" Fan Wujie retorted. He glanced down and saw that all the people of the Wanjian Pavilion were emitting weak auras as if their Spiritual Qi had been sucked out. However, their eyes were still filled with passion and madness as they looked at Fan Wujie.
Fan Wujie sneered and continued, "As the ancient saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the thief. As the loser, even if you have a glib tongue, it is useless. The winner today belongs to me, Fan Wujie!"
Liu Wentian's face was extremely gloomy as he said hatefully, "So what if you win? After this battle, there are only about 4,000 people left in the Wanjian Pavilion. And there are only two Yin Yang experts. I'm afraid that it won't be long before the other sects take action and completely destroy the Wanjian Pavilion!"
"I've said it before. There is no winner in this bloody battle. In the end, you will also be the loser. Moreover, you will die an extremely ugly death!"
Gu Fanxing was dead and Liu Wentian was seriously injured. Although there were only about 6,000 people left in the Ancient Star Sect and four Yin Yang experts, they had a slight advantage in numbers. However, in reality, they had been completely defeated.
Liu Wentian was also filled with mockery as he mourned in his heart. In his eyes, the severely injured Wanjian Pavilion would eventually be destroyed and be mercilessly crushed by the other sects.
"The bloody battle between the two sects will indeed attract the attention of the other sects. However, attention is attention. How would they dare to make a move?" Fan Wujie raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. The ancient sword immediately let out a resounding sword cry.
"The legendary ancient sword has been nurtured for thousands of years. With one strike, it has killed two Nirvana experts. This kind of power has already surpassed the Nirvana Realm and reached the legendary level of the Martial Emperor. If anyone dares to covet it, I only need to wave the sword lightly to kill them."
"It is not an exaggeration to say that I alone can defeat thousands of people. Even if Ye Xueshang comes again, I will not be afraid. You have personally experienced the true power of the legendary ancient sword. You know that I am not exaggerating."
Fan Wujie's words were filled with pride, but Liu Wentian could not refute it. He did not even dare to look at the legendary ancient sword. This sword was too terrifying. It was difficult to describe it with words.
With one strike, the two Yin Yang experts were defeated.
No one would be willing to face such a killing sword.
"Moreover, after I have killed all of you, the vast territory of the Ancient Star Sect, rich resources, and thousands of people will belong to Wanjian Pavilion. This is not a disaster for Wanjian Pavilion, but an incomparable new life."
At this point, Fan Wujie's expression suddenly changed. His eyes were burning with passion. This also made Liu Wentian's mind focus. With a trembling voice, he said, "Fan Wujie, could it be that you want to use this opportunity to expand your power and change the power structure of the Northern Wilderness Region?"
"Is there a need to say such a simple thing?"
Fan Wujie looked down at Liu Wentian with the attitude of a victor. Without hiding anything, he said directly, "I have a supreme Imperial Weapon and my strength is unparalleled. Naturally, I will become the high and mighty ruler of the Northern Wilderness Region and rule the entire Northern Wilderness Region."
"Moreover, other than me, no one is more suitable for this position!"
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