Ning Qi threw a punch, but Zhang Fan nimbly dodged it by sidestepping. He then countered with a powerful punch, knocking Ning Qi's face to the side and nearly causing him to fall off the cliff.
He was standing on the edge of the cliff with half of his toes touching the ground, and rocks kept falling from beneath his feet, scaring him half to death.
Ning Qi quickly retreated and turned around nimbly. He thought the other party would immediately launch a sneak attack, but to his surprise, the other party stood still and did not move.
A slight smirk played on his lips. What an idiot, not even thinking of launching a sneak attack in this situation.
Zhang Fan swung his fist again, bent down, and punched him in the face once more, causing his face to swell up like a pig's head.
Ning Qi felt a metallic taste in his throat, a tightness in his chest that made him very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but vomit, only to find a hard object mixed in with the blood. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his back molar.
"Die!" Ning Qi's eyes turned bloodshot, and he was about to attack again, but Jing Xian stopped him: "Wait!"
Jingxian vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He couldn't understand the young man's moves, and it was clear that the opponent wasn't looking for a quick victory; he seemed to be deliberately stalling for time.
There must be other helpers.
Jingxian immediately handed Ningqi a talisman. Upon seeing the talisman, Ningqi was very surprised and said, "Master, this enhancement talisman is worth 100,000 yuan. Isn't it a waste of its power to deal with him?"
"Use it!" Jingxian gritted his teeth and said, "Let's finish this quickly!"
His heart was bleeding.
With the enhancement rune, Ning Qi's speed increased, and the wind from his punches struck the surrounding plants, knocking them over.
However, Zhang Fan remained unmoved, and it seemed to have little effect on him.
Zhang Fan was indeed stalling for time, but not to wait for reinforcements; rather, he wanted to figure out what these people were capable of.
He had a deep-seated grudge against these people, and a major battle was inevitable. Only by knowing himself and his enemy could he win.
Seeing that Ning Qi had no more moves, he swung his palm, sending Ning Qi flying several meters through the air before crashing into Jing Xian.
Jingxian was in a lot of pain from the impact, his chest ached, but he had to endure it for fear of losing face, and he almost choked on his own blood.
He draped Ning Qi over his body, his eyes filled with a sinister hatred: "You brat, prepare to die!"
Jingxian realized that Zhang Fan was using Ning Qi as a practice target, so he also attached an enhancement talisman to his whisk and charged at Zhang Fan with a shout.
Zhang Fan didn't understand why these people were shouting and yelling during the fight. Wouldn't it be easier to launch a sneak attack if they just attacked directly?
The whisk moved so fast it left afterimages, rustling and making a visible ripple in the air.
Zhang Fan gave a light shriek, easily dodging the attack, and spoke calmly, "Is your whisk also a treasure?"
Jingxian, not understanding what was going on, concentrated his spiritual energy into his whisk and vigorously waved it, causing fluctuations of spiritual energy to even appear in the air.
However, his spiritual energy was black, the color of ink, and smelled like a stinking ditch. Zhang Fan felt as if he had been subjected to a mental attack.
"Heh, this whisk is one of the treasures of our sect. Only I possess it, so it is certainly a treasure."
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, while Jing Xian's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition rising within him.
"Which is more powerful, the Blazing Whip or your horse whisk?"
Jingxian, panting heavily and sweat beading on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "So it was you!"
Ning Qi then realized he had been tricked and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood: "You actually lied to me! The two treasures are equally matched!"
After saying that, he realized something was wrong and shut his mouth. What if the whisk was taken away?
Ning Qi felt a little uneasy. This young man was clearly of a lower cultivation level than him, younger than him, and even had an enhancement talisman on him, so how come he couldn't hurt him!
He was already an outstanding figure among his peers who studied Taoism, possessing exceptional talent and being the most likely to inherit the mantle of the Celestial Master.
However, he later felt that honest cultivation was too slow, so he decided to take a shortcut.
So he embarked on the path of absorbing souls, which accelerated his cultivation.
Once he cultivates to the right level and eliminates evil thoughts, his soul will remain pure, and he will be able to become an immortal.
Jingxian's speed increased so much that Jingxian's stamina couldn't keep up, and he kept panting heavily.
However, Zhang Fan remained calm and looked very relaxed. In the end, Jing Xian put his hands on his knees, opened his mouth wide, and kept panting heavily.
Zhang Fan wasn't sweating at all.
In fact, Zhang Fan didn't use any spiritual power at all just now. He relied purely on his strong body. His current physical strength is estimated to be fifty times that of an ordinary person, so he didn't feel anything at all.
Jingxian seemed impatient. He took out a talisman from his pocket, held it in both hands, and chanted incantations.
Ning Qi said with heartache, "Master, that's a Heavenly Thunder Talisman, one of which sells for 100,000 yuan!"
Jing Xian gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"
Whether it was my imagination or not, Zhang Fan's eyes seemed like those of a greedy, hungry wolf, staring intently at the talisman in his hand.
"Break!" He summoned a talisman, which hovered in the air. Instantly, dark clouds gathered, and silver lightning surged within them.
Zhang Fan's eyes gleamed, and with a quick glance, he chanted the incantation for telekinesis while simultaneously reciting the Heavenly Thunder Talisman: "Collect!"
The Heavenly Thunder Talisman flew uncontrollably toward Zhang Fan, landing in his palm, and the dark, cloudy sky instantly cleared up.
Jing Xian stared in astonishment as he watched Zhang Fan examine the talisman repeatedly, seemingly studying it. He sneered, "It took me five years to learn the Heavenly Thunder Talisman back then. Do you think you can learn it just by looking at it once?"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zhang Fan unleash the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, and the clear sky was once again covered with dark clouds, within which rolled purple lightning, a hundred times more powerful than silver lightning.
Jingxian looked up in astonishment and saw lightning strike straight down. He instinctively took out his whisk to block it, but the whisk was instantly shattered into scorched earth.
Zhang Fan lamented, "The whisk is broken, what a pity!"
One by one, the magical artifacts on his body shattered, and then one, two... countless bolts of heavenly lightning struck the master and his disciple directly.
The two men committed numerous crimes and murders. After their magical artifacts for escaping the will of Heaven were shattered, the will of Heaven unleashed a series of divine punishments.
Ning Qi was quickly charred and no longer moved.
The demon Jingxian had a lifespan as long as a tortoise, so they couldn't kill him.
His entire body was charred, his hair was curly, his face was as black as charcoal, and smoke was still rising from his body.
"Since we're all going to die anyway, let's die together!" Jingxian said, exhaling a wisp of green smoke.
He had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage and was only one step away from the Golden Core stage. Although the power of his self-destruction was not as great as that of a Golden Core cultivator, the damage was still considerable.
"Go to hell!" He stood up, burning his dantian.
"Zhang Fan!" Chi Fei rushed over, shielding Zhang Fan with her body and taking all the damage.
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