He never expected that his proud sword energy would be so easily broken by Fang Han.
At this critical moment, he had no time to think. He quickly stepped forward, his figure moving like a ghost in an instant. He seemed to teleport, narrowly avoiding Fang Han's deadly sword energy at the last second.
Fang Han's sword energy, undiminished in momentum, struck directly at the spot where Xu Zisheng had been standing.
With a deafening roar, a terrifying, bottomless sword mark was instantly cleaved into the ground. The ground on both sides of the sword mark was torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, with stones flying everywhere. The scene was extremely shocking.
Xu Zisheng felt his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and a chill ran up his spine.
In that instant, he clearly realized that if his reaction was even slightly slower, Fang Han's extremely sharp sword would mercilessly strike him.
At that time, even if they don't die, they will suffer a miserable fate of being seriously injured.
He, a dignified elder of the Qingxuan Sect, and the second disciple of Elder Yunyi, has been traversing the long path of cultivation for a century.
If he were to be so easily killed by Fang Han's sword, he would undoubtedly become a laughingstock in the cultivation world, and the entire Qingxuan Sect would be disgraced because of him, becoming the subject of gossip and losing all face.
This thrilling scene filled Fang Yingxue, Gongsun Yaoqin, and the others with joy, while Liu Ziwei and Lin Yao from the Poison King Sect stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
In their understanding, Fang Han was only at the early stage of the Divine Sense Realm, similar to Xu Zisheng of the Qingxuan Sect, and his combat strength should be far inferior to Xu Zisheng's. But now, Fang Han had actually forced Xu Zisheng into such a miserable situation with a single sword strike, which was beyond their imagination.
"The elders of the Qingxuan Sect are nothing special."
Fang Han gained the upper hand with a single move, his expression calm, his tone carrying an undisguised contempt.
"Fang Han, Elder Xu Zisheng was just underestimating you. Your death is imminent, yet you still dare to be arrogant here?"
Upon seeing this, Liu Ziwei's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and she couldn't help but shout loudly.
The more recklessly Fang Han offended the Qingxuan Sect, the more intense her fear became.
"Kid, my second senior brother probably didn't even use a third of his skills just now. You'll understand how big the gap is between you and him in a moment."
"You dare to provoke our Qingxuan Sect, you will surely die a miserable death in the future."
Several disciples of the Qingxuan Sect also joined in the shouting. In their eyes, Fang Han had only managed to gain a slight advantage temporarily by taking advantage of Xu Zisheng's underestimation of his opponent.
Next, Xu Zisheng will surely be able to easily torture and kill Fang Han.
"Boy, I will take your head within fifty moves. As for your female companions, I will capture them all and take them back to the Qingxuan Sect to make them my slaves."
A sinister smile appeared on Xu Zisheng's face, and his body was shrouded in a chilling aura.
At this moment, he no longer possessed the dignified and otherworldly demeanor expected of an elder of a major sect. Instead, he resembled a fearsome demonic figure, inspiring dread in all who heard of him.
"Xu Zisheng, you dare to make a move on my sister, friend, and female apprentice. You're courting death. I advise you to use all your skills, otherwise, once you lose your head, it will be meaningless to complain about your defeat in the King of Hell's palace."
Upon hearing Xu Zisheng's harsh words, Fang Han's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly.
"Boy, you're the one who'll be meeting the King of Hell!"
Xu Zisheng roared and moved like a ghost. It seemed as if he had mastered the magical technique of shrinking the distance between people, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Fang Han. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and the tip of the sword was less than three feet away from Fang Han.
This guy truly lives up to his reputation as an elder of the Qingxuan Sect. As the personal disciple of Elder Yunyi, his speed and agility are among the best of cultivators at the same level.
However, Fang Han reacted extremely quickly, flashing his figure and using a sophisticated teleportation technique to easily avoid Xu Zisheng's fierce attack.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his hand back, and the long sword in his hand, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, stabbed straight at Xu Zisheng's armpit.
The two fought in close combat. Although they did not unleash any fierce sword energy, their swords were infused with powerful true energy, causing the blades to gleam with an unpredictable, flickering light, as if they were about to devour someone at any moment.
Xu Zisheng chose close combat because his sword was already a low-grade spiritual weapon, while Fang Han's Xuan Tie sword was inconspicuous.
He felt that at most a few sword strikes would be enough to cut Fang Han's weapon in two.
Without his weapon, Fang Han was completely at Fang Han's mercy.
But as soon as their swords clashed, Xu Zisheng felt an overwhelming force surge towards him.
His sword was almost deflected.
His arm was numb and sore from the shock, and blood was flowing from the base of his thumb. He was also thrown several steps to the side before he could dissipate the unparalleled impact.
"How is this possible?"
Xu Zisheng began to panic.
Fang Han let out a cold snort, and the Xuan Tie sword in his hand had already followed him like a shadow as he attacked.
The metal clanged as it struck, and Xu Zisheng was once again thrown back!
This scene made everyone in the Qingxuan Sect realize that something was wrong.
Liu Ziwei and Lin Yao of the Poison King Sect also found it unbelievable.
They never expected that Fang Han, with an unassuming sword, could suppress someone like Xu Zisheng.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
