Fang Han's words, like a resounding bell, exploded in the ears of the Prince of Zhenbei and Princess Qingluan, who were almost lost in despair and whose consciousness was in chaos. They were jolted awake, as if they were being forcefully pulled back to reality from an endless abyss of darkness, and instantly became much more clear-headed.

The Prince of Zhenbei subconsciously gripped the spear in his hand, which gleamed with a chilling light. His knuckles turned white from the force, as if he were pouring all his strength into it.

Princess Qingluan, who was unbuttoning her clothes, suddenly stopped, her fingertips trembling slightly, and a mixture of shyness and panic appeared on her face.

"Old man, you ask me who I am?"

Fang Han's cold gaze was like a torch, staring directly at the black-robed elder and the five female disciples beside him. His tone was calm but revealed an undeniable determination as he said, "I am a man who slays the wicked. You are remnants of the Hehuan Sect. I have come to Yin Yang Mountain to kill you!"

His entanglement with the Hehuan Sect has a long history, and the two sides have clashed many times.

In particular, the fact that the Hehuan Sect members secretly colluded with the Su family, creating a complex and intricate relationship, made Fang Han deeply resentful.

"Your Excellency, it is best that you do not interfere in my affairs and leave immediately."

The old man in black robes let out a cold snort, the sound like an ice blade slicing through the air, chilling and piercing.

He was originally wary of Fang Han, like a frightened bird, always on guard against Fang Han's every move.

However, at this moment, he realized with his keen senses that Fang Han was only at the initial stage of Martial Grandmaster. His apprehension immediately receded like a tide, and his contempt arose spontaneously. He no longer regarded Fang Han as someone who could threaten him.

His words were meant to scare Fang Han.

If Fang Han really turns and leaves, he will definitely take action in secret and kill Fang Han.

After all, the news that the remnants of the Hehuan Sect were hiding in Yin Yang Mountain was like a bombshell that could explode at any moment, and it was a major secret that absolutely could not be revealed.

If word gets out, the Hehuan Sect will likely face annihilation.

“Your Hehuan Sect is far too arrogant and domineering. I’m going to take charge of what’s happening today.”

Fang Han said calmly.

In his eyes, the black-robed old man was only at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Such strength was like an ant to him, not enough for him to kill with all his might.

"You dare to meddle in the affairs of my Hehuan Sect? Then I'll send you to meet the King of Hell first!"

The old man in black robes roared and swung his black cane, which was carved with a ferocious dragon head, with both hands.

In an instant, a powerful and majestic true energy, like a surging black raging wave, swept towards Fang Han and slashed towards him.

This true energy was like an unparalleled sharp blade, its edge fully revealed. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Even the hardest boulder, if struck by it, would surely be instantly pulverized and vanish into nothingness.

This old man was convinced that he could easily annihilate Fang Han with this move.

Fang Han remained calm and did not take out the Xuan Tie Sword from the Azure Dragon Ring.

Without moving an inch, he simply raised his hand and casually made a sweeping motion. A stream of azure true energy, like a nimble dragon, roared out from his fingertips and rapidly condensed in the air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a blade of energy radiating a chilling azure light.

This energy blade seemed to possess sentience, meeting the black true energy of the old man in black robes like an arrow released from a bow.

The two collided, producing a deafening roar.

Fang Han's cyan energy blade was unstoppable, shattering the black robed elder's seemingly indestructible black true energy into fragments that dissipated into wisps of air.

However, the power of the cyan energy blade did not dissipate. Its remaining force was still fierce, like a bolt of cyan lightning, carrying endless pressure, and continued to slash at the black-robed old man.

The old man in black robes was immediately shocked, his eyes filled with terror and panic.

In his panic, he could only instinctively use the dragon-headed cane in his hand to defend himself.

boom!

A deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, shook the entire Taoist temple violently.

Although the old man in black robes barely managed to block Fang Han's casually unleashed blade of energy, his body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

His back slammed heavily against a wall of the Taoist temple, which, already weathered by time, collapsed instantly under the powerful impact.

Countless bricks and stones fell like raindrops, completely burying the old man in black robes.

The five women, who had originally been covered by light veils, were now left only in their undergarments. They were terrified when they witnessed their master being severely injured by Fang Han in just one move.

But they quickly exchanged a brief glance, their eyes seemingly conveying a tacit understanding.

"Please, young master, don't kill our master. We, the five sisters, are willing to serve you well."

The woman at the head of the group was the tallest, with a graceful figure and exquisite curves. She quickly spoke to Fang Han.

She was like a bewitching peony swaying gracefully in the dark night, exuding a captivating aura.

She took the lead, swaying her slender waist and moving with light, graceful steps, slowly walking towards Fang Han.

"Young master, please."

Her lips parted slightly, her voice melodious, like the song of a nightingale, filled with endless pleading and allure.

The night was like a huge black silk ribbon, gently enveloping the whole world. In this night, she appeared even more graceful and elegant. Every step she took seemed to touch people's hearts, bringing a subtle tremor. Her charming aura spread quietly like wisps of smoke.

At the same time, the other four women followed suit, taking light, graceful steps, their figures swaying like elves emerging from the depths of the night, all heading towards Fang Han's location.

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