Peerless Sword Cultivator, Turned into a Medicinal Human by His Fiancée from the Start

"As long as I drain you dry, this medicinal cauldron, I can enhance my aptitude and become a dazzling prodigy. It is a blessing from your previous life to die under a peony tonight..."

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Chapter 428 Strange Movements at Yin Yang Mountain

"Father, I think I heard Fang Han's voice. This...this can't be a hallucination, can it?"

Wu Hanchun looked terrified, her eyes filled with panic and unease. She tightly gripped her father Wu Tian's sleeve and asked hurriedly in a trembling voice.

"This is not an illusion, prepare for battle!"

Wu Tian's brows furrowed instantly, his expression became extremely serious, and he roared.

Wu Tian originally thought that since he had escaped to the top of Tianyi Mountain, he must be far beyond the range that Fang Han's divine sense could detect, and that this place must be safe and sound.

However, reality struck him like a heavy slap in the face.

Fang Han, this nightmarish figure, still managed to follow them relentlessly.

The next moment, a person and a sword streaked across the sky like a meteor, flying through the air at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they reached the summit of Tianyi Mountain and hovered steadily in the air.

The person who came was none other than Fang Han, whom Wu Tian and the others feared.

Although Wu Tian decisively ordered his twenty-odd trusted men to fire crossbow bolts at Fang Han in an attempt to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, Wu Tian still managed to defeat him.

However, to his utter surprise, none of these people moved.

These twenty-odd people were all experts in the city's defense forces. They lived in the city lord's mansion and were responsible for protecting Wu Tian's safety.

They should have been Wu Tian's strongest support, however, they had witnessed Fang Han easily defeating Yang Xiao, the vanguard general of the Demon Suppression Army, at the City Lord's Mansion.

A figure like Yang Xiao was like an ant in front of Fang Han, utterly vulnerable.

This scene was deeply imprinted in their minds, making them realize that fighting someone like Fang Han was tantamount to courting death.

They all had their own agendas; if they could safely reach Wujin Kingdom with Wu Tian, ​​that would be the best outcome.

But now, the thought of them being forced to die alongside Wu Tian and Wu Hanchun was something they were absolutely unwilling to do. After all, their own lives were the most important thing.

"Aren't you going to make a move? Today, either Fang Han dies, or we all perish! Do you want to just watch us all die here?"

Wu Tian was startled. Seeing that his subordinates were not moving, he was immediately enraged and roared.

His voice was distorted with anger, veins bulged on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had been enraged.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was instantly drawn, its blade gleaming with cold light. He circulated his true energy throughout his body, concentrating it on the blade, and a fierce sword aura, like a bolt of lightning, slashed towards Fang Han, who was still in mid-air.

Wherever the blade energy passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"You still dare to lay a hand on me?"

Fang Han sneered, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery.

He remained calm, as if Wu Tian's attack was nothing more than child's play in his eyes.

He casually struck out with his palm, the movement seemingly effortless, yet containing boundless power.

His true energy rapidly condensed, instantly forming a gigantic palm that exuded a chilling aura.

This giant palm of true energy instantly struck the blade energy that Wu Tian was slashing at.

Wu Tian's sword energy was incredibly condensed, like an angry venomous snake, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Fang Han.

However, when it clashed with Fang Han's giant palm of true energy, it was like throwing an egg against a rock, collapsing at the first touch.

The blade energy spread out in all directions, like countless sharp knives, cutting down many of the trees around the mountaintop, and even shattering several boulders into pieces, with stones flying everywhere.

Fang Han's giant palm of true energy remained unbroken, still exuding immense pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down on Wu Tian.

The immense pressure made it difficult for Wu Tian to breathe, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.

Wu Tian had already planned to turn and run away after his attack.

He thought that his strike would at least delay Fang Han for a moment, giving him time to escape.

However, Fang Han did not give him that chance.

Fang Han's giant hand arrived in front of him in an instant, like a bolt of lightning.

He was terrified, knowing that if he tried to escape, he would be crushed into mincemeat by Fang Han's giant palm of true energy.

Left with no other choice, he frantically unleashed over a dozen sword energies, which rained down on Fang Han's giant palm of true energy, hoping to buy himself time to escape.

But the massive palm of true energy, as heavy as Mount Tai, still pressed down fiercely. The dozen or so sword energies were like thin paper in front of it, instantly disintegrating and disappearing into nothingness.

Before Wu Tian could react, the giant palm of true energy had already struck his body directly.

Wu Tian felt a tremendous force strike him, and his body was sent flying uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a boulder.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and the pain was unbearable. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood, which stained his clothes red.

Upon seeing this, Wu Hanchun was terrified; she had never intended to save her father, Wu Tian.

In her heart, her own life was the most important thing.

This selfish woman didn't hesitate and flew straight down the mountain, preparing to escape.

Her figure moved like a startled hare, darting swiftly through the forest.

Fang Han rode on a flying sword, his figure as graceful as an immortal, and leisurely descended from mid-air, landing steadily on a desolate open space.

His expression was cold and stern. With a casual wave of his hand, a sharp burst of true energy shot out like an arrow, accurately striking the lower back of the woman not far away.

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