"Xiang Wantang, you actually dare to try and take my life?"

The Iron Monk's lips curled into a mocking smile, his laughter filled with disdain and arrogance. "You must have just broken through to the Spirit Embryo Realm, right? As for me, I have been in the Spirit Infant Realm for a full ten years. Even if you bring your disciple and nephew to fight together, you will only increase casualties and come here to deliver your heads to this old monk."

"Iron Monk, stop spouting this useless nonsense. I want to see what's so special about your so-called Infant Realm, and what makes it so powerful!"

Xiang Wantang's expression was stern, showing no fear.

He was confident because Fang Han was backing him up, so he was fearless and only wanted to fight this iron monk to see who was better.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiang Wantang stomped her foot, and the flying sword beneath her feet appeared in front of Tie Heshang in an instant. The long sword in her hand moved like a dragon and snake, carrying a sharp momentum, and went straight for Tie Heshang's throat. The power to kill him with one sword was evident!

He wasn't using the swordsmanship of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, but rather the Eight Desolations Sword Technique taught by Fang Han.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, so fast that even the watching Prince Xiaoyao and Wang Dingtian could hardly see her figure and sword path. They only felt a flash of cold light before their eyes, and the sword was already drawn.

"That's interesting."

Seeing this, the Iron Monk finally abandoned his previous contempt and his expression became serious.

He swung his staff tightly in his hand and launched an attack in an instant, like a small mountain, heading straight for Xiang Wantang's sword, intending to block her offensive.

Xiang Wantang knew in her heart that with her current strength, it was almost impossible to easily break through Tie Heshang's rock-solid defense.

So she made a move and left immediately, her figure flashing like a ghost, changing position instantly and attacking again.

She was trying to seize the initiative and overwhelm the Iron Monk with a fierce offensive.

After all, the Iron Monk's realm was far above hers, and his attack power was exceptionally strong. If she didn't seize the initiative and control the rhythm of the battle, she would have no chance of winning.

As a result, Tie Heshang was indeed somewhat helpless against Xiang Wantang for a time.

Although he was very strong, Xiang Wantang was agile and her sword moves were unpredictable, making her difficult to predict.

One flew gracefully on a sword, while the other rode a golden crow with imposing power. Above Yin-Yang Mountain, they fought to a standstill, neither gaining the upper hand.

Every time their swords and staffs clashed, a tremendous roar erupted, like a thunderclap, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

"Master is truly amazing! He has actually broken through to the next level and is even able to fight this Iron Monk across realms. He is truly admirable!"

Wang Dingtian watched in stunned silence, muttering to himself, his tone filled with admiration and respect for Xiang Wantang.

"Yes, Martial Uncle is too amazing! This Iron Monk might really die here today. If that happens, it will truly enhance the prestige of our Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, making the world dare not underestimate us!"

The carefree king also spoke excitedly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

As time went on, the battle between Xiang Wantang and Tie Heshang gradually entered a heated phase.

As Xiang Wantang circulated the Eight Desolations Sword Technique, her longsword sometimes attacked fiercely like a storm, the sword shadows crisscrossing and weaving into an impenetrable net of swords that enveloped the Iron Monk; at other times, it moved like a serpent spitting its tongue, cunning and treacherous, specifically targeting the Iron Monk's weak points in defense.

Iron Monk was equally impressive. He wielded his staff with great force, his Iron Fiend Staff Technique was fierce and domineering. Every swing of the staff carried the momentum of an overwhelming force, the staff shadow was like a mountain, and he blocked Xiang Wantang's attacks one by one.

Both of them were masters of their craft, and each of their attacks possessed immense power.

For a moment, there was a feeling of the earth shaking in Yin-Yang Mountain.

Although Xiang Wantang initially fought Tie Heshang to a standstill thanks to the exquisite Eight Desolate Sword Technique and her own agile movements, Tie Heshang had been in the Spirit Infant Realm for many years and his spiritual power far surpassed Xiang Wantang's.

Moreover, the Iron Fiend Staff Technique is incredibly fierce, with each strike containing immense power. Every time Xiang Wantang defends, she feels her arms go numb and her internal energy is greatly depleted.

Seeing that Xiang Wantang was gradually weakening, the Iron Monk revealed a sinister smile and shouted, "Iron Demon Annihilation!"

The staff in his hand shone brightly, and a terrifying aura spread out. The staff, like an angry dragon, smashed fiercely towards Xiang Wantang with a world-destroying momentum.

Xiang Wantang was startled and quickly circulated her inner energy, unleashing the strongest move of the Eight Desolations Sword Technique, "Eight Desolations Return to One," in an attempt to block the attack.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the two powerful forces collided, unleashing a dazzling burst of light.

As the light faded, Xiang Wantang felt an immense force strike her, and she was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Iron Monk pressed his advantage, riding the Golden Crow swiftly towards Xiang Wantang. He raised his staff high and brought it down on Xiang Wantang again, saying viciously, "Xiang Wantang, today is your death day!"

Just as the Iron Monk's staff was about to strike Xiang Wantang, a black shadow flew out from the Azure Dragon Ring at Xiang Wantang's waist like lightning, instantly blocking in front of Xiang Wantang and deflecting the Iron Monk's staff with a single sword strike.

This person was naturally Fang Han.

Fang Han's eyes were icy cold, and he exuded a chilling aura. He sneered, "Iron Monk, you dare to hurt my brother! Today is your end!"

Iron Monk was startled; he hadn't expected that Xiang Wantang had such a powerful expert by her side.

But he was a seasoned veteran, and he quickly calmed down, sneering, "Hmph, you? You're nothing but a coward, yet you dare to spout nonsense in front of me!"

Fang Han stopped talking and a terrifying sword intent emanated from the Azure Dragon Sword.

Iron Monk was greatly puzzled, because he felt that Fang Han was only at the peak of the Divine Sense Realm, not even at the early stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, so why could Fang Han have such power?

Fang Han's Azure Dragon Sword transformed into a gigantic golden azure dragon, charging towards the Iron Monk with overwhelming force.

Wherever the azure dragon passed, space was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Iron Monk quickly used his staff techniques to defend against Fang Han's attack.

boom!

The Azure Dragon Sword and the Zen Staff clashed together.

The golden crow beneath the Iron Monk's feet let out a miserable cry. The impact of Fang Han's sword strike was too great, and the Iron Monk could not withstand it. He could only transfer the powerful force to his feet, and the golden crow beneath his feet naturally could not withstand it and was injured instantly.