Immediately afterwards, the Frost Sword beside the beautiful young woman seemed to be summoned by something and flew into the air with a whoosh.

The beautiful young woman deftly leaped onto the flying sword and rode it straight away from the battlefield.

As a powerful expert in the Divine Sense Realm, her divine sense power was extremely strong, so flying on a sword was naturally no problem for her.

Fang Han had anticipated that she might have such an escape method and had even considered stopping her from escaping, but he hadn't expected that this woman would also possess such a powerful defensive magic weapon, the Xuanwu Armor.

"Fang Han, no matter how powerful you are, you are ultimately not a master of the Divine Sense stage. Your realm is still too low, and you cannot truly harm me. But you just wait. You are destined to be a furnace for me in this life. I will definitely capture you and let Su Qianyu refine you."

The beautiful young woman, standing on an icy sword, fled through the air while shouting loudly.

However, she did not dare to linger in the air for long and quickly sped off in the west.

Fang Han did not chase after the beautiful young woman, after all, he was only a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster at the moment.

Although he had already cultivated the Divine Forging Chapter of the Creation Scripture, his divine sense was not strong enough, making it difficult to maintain stability when flying on his sword, and even if he tried to catch up, he would find it difficult to catch up.

But just as the beautiful young woman was spouting nonsense, Fang Han secretly made a hand seal and silently cast a tracking talisman.

The tracking talisman followed the beautiful young woman as she flew away on her sword, silently and relentlessly.

Fang Han secretly calculated that he didn't need to rush and could just track her down slowly. This beautiful young woman would definitely not escape his grasp.

"This is a powerful expert in the Divine Sense Realm! He can actually fly on a sword and travel thousands of miles in an instant."

Lin Xunhuan, the master of Lin Yin Pavilion, gazed in the direction where the beautiful young woman had left and murmured to himself.

His four deacons, Shang Qiyuan, Liu Qingyan, Bai Tou Weng, and Yin Fa Dao Mo, were filled with amazement and awe.

In their eyes, experts at the Divine Sense Realm were like those lofty and unattainable immortals.

Of course, those at the heart of the battle were not the only ones who were shocked.

At that time, many eyes around Lin Yin Pavilion and in various corners of Baijiang River had already been drawn to this fierce battle.

The commotion of the battle was like a surging tide, spreading outwards in waves, and anyone could sense the breathtaking tension it contained.

However, due to the limitations of distance or angle, they were unable to see clearly what kind of earth-shattering life-or-death battle was taking place on the battlefield shrouded in sword energy on the top floor of Lin Yin Pavilion, no matter how hard they tried.

However, when the top floor of the Lin Yin Pavilion collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into countless bricks and tiles that scattered in all directions, everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Then, when a figure riding a flying sword streaked across the sky like a meteor and sped out from the billowing dust, their shock reached its peak, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

It is foreseeable that news of this battle will spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Yanming City, becoming a popular topic of conversation among the city's residents.

After all, such a breathtaking scene is not something that can be easily witnessed on ordinary days.

Even the major powers in Yanming City want to know what terrifying thing happened at Lin Yin Pavilion today.

At this moment, in the aftermath of the battle, amidst the chaos, lay ten cold corpses, their faces still bearing the lingering fear and despair of their dying moments.

Around the corpse, a group of survivors stood, their eyes still filled with lingering fear.

Among the terrified people, the most anxious was Su Yuande, the head of the Su family.

His face was ashen, his body trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking a large patch of his clothes.

"Su Yuande, not only does your Su family not repent and refuse to compensate my Fang family for their losses, but you even tried to ambush and kill me. Do you really think I, Fang Han, am a soft-hearted person? I have already given your Fang family many chances. Now, it is time for you to go to see the King of Hell."

Fang Han said coldly, his icy voice seeming to come from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

He gripped the black iron sword tightly in his hand, the sword still bearing the lingering sword energy, which trembled slightly in the air and emitted a low buzzing sound.

Fang Han walked steadily and firmly toward Su Yuande, each step feeling as if it were stepping on Su Yuande's heart, making his heart beat faster and faster.

"Young Master Fang, this... this really wasn't my doing! I'm just a puppet being manipulated. I was only following the elder's orders. Please... please be magnanimous and don't kill me."

Su Yuande screamed in terror, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Fang Han with a thud.

He kept banging his head against the ground with both hands, the "thump" sound of his forehead hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silent scene.

Before long, his forehead was red, swollen, and bleeding. But he dared not stop for a moment, as if only in this way could he slightly lessen Fang Han's murderous intent.

This scene left Su Aiai dumbfounded. She never imagined that her uncle, who was usually so high and mighty in the family, would be so pathetic and kneeling down like a spineless coward, begging for mercy.

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