Logically speaking, Elder Sword Maniac, as a peak-stage expert in the Divine Sense Realm, possessed a physical body as strong as an indestructible rock.
Even if he had been struck by Fang Han's fierce palm, and was sent flying and buried underground, he should not have lost the ability to escape according to common sense.
It should be noted that Fang Han had already shown some leniency when he made his move.
Although the palm strike was powerful and heavy, it did not contain a fatal killing move, so Elder Sword Maniac did not suffer any serious injury.
However, Fang Han's palm strike possessed an extraordinary suppressive force. That force, like a surging tide, tightly enveloped Elder Sword Maniac, making it difficult for him to break free. In the end, he could only helplessly be buried alive underground.
The moment Elder Sword Maniac was buried underground, he sensed something was amiss.
He tried to circulate his internal energy, but found that all his meridians were blocked, and his internal energy was like a frozen river, unable to flow smoothly within his body.
He inwardly groaned, knowing full well that with his strength, he was utterly incapable of breaking through the barrier set up by Fang Han.
He was covered by layers of mud and cold snow, his body stiff as a sculpture, unable to move an inch.
At this critical moment of life and death, Elder Sword Maniac released his divine sense, preparing to use the swords in his storage magic treasure to break through the mud and snow pressing down on him.
However, when he tried to mobilize his divine sense, he found that his divine sense was also imprisoned by an invisible force, as if he were locked in a dark cage and could not exert any power.
"How can Fang Han be so strong? He seems to be much stronger than my master, the Carefree King. Could it be that he really is sworn brothers with my grandmaster, Xiang Wantang?"
Elder Sword Maniac's mind was instantly thrown into chaos, a jumble of thoughts swirling together like a tangled mess.
He knew that, given his current condition, if Fang Han really intended to kill him, he would eventually fall into a coma due to lack of oxygen, and then it would be as if he were simply buried.
Of course, with Elder Sword Maniac's cultivation level, he could still survive for a period of time by holding his breath for a long time.
But in this dark underground, every minute and every second was filled with unknown dangers, and his heart was filled with fear and unease.
Just as Elder Sword Maniac was in despair, a dazzling sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, and the Sect Master of Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, Prince Xiaoyao, arrived on his sword.
As the sect leader, Xiaoyao Wang possessed unfathomable cultivation. He could naturally sense the fluctuations caused by Fang Han and his disciple Jian Chi's fight here.
In truth, the Carefree King still harbored some resentment towards Fang Han being able to address his martial uncle, Xiang Wantang, as a brother.
After all, Xiang Wantang held a prestigious position in the sect, while Fang Han, an outsider, was able to sit on equal footing with her, which inevitably made him feel somewhat unbalanced.
However, he had also personally witnessed Fang Han instructing Qiao Qianshan, Qiao Yue, Ma Kun, and Ma Rou in their martial arts training.
Fang Han's unique martial arts techniques and skills were exquisite and in no way inferior to the top-tier martial arts techniques and skills of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect. This made Fang Han look at him with more respect and felt a sense of awe.
But what he never expected was that the Seven Star Technique that Fang Han taught to Qiao Qianshan and the others was just a very ordinary one among the techniques he knew.
If he knew the truth, he would probably be even more shocked by Fang Han's strength and resources.
"Mr. Fang, where is my unfilial disciple, Sword Maniac? Isn't he fighting you?"
After landing on his sword, the Carefree King looked around but didn't see Elder Sword Maniac. He felt a pang of anxiety and quickly asked.
He never expected that Elder Sword Maniac would be defeated by Fang Han so quickly.
It should be noted that he knew Fang Han was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while Elder Sword Maniac was already at the peak of the Divine Sense stage, far surpassing Fang Han in cultivation level.
Whether Fang Han was a match for Elder Sword Maniac remained an unknown to him.
"Your apprentice is no good. He listened to Zhao Ziyi's nonsense and tried to arrest me without even knowing the facts. Not only is his strength pitifully weak, but he was buried underground by me in just three moves."
Fang Han had a faint smile on his face, as if he were talking about something trivial.
"The Sword Maniac is dead?"
Upon hearing this, the carefree king was greatly alarmed, his eyes widening like copper bells.
Even if he wanted to defeat the Sword Maniac, it would still take him dozens of moves, right?
The Sword Maniac couldn't even withstand three moves from Fang Han? That sounds almost unbelievable.
In his mind, even if his senior uncle, the former sect leader Xiang Wantang, were to make a move, it would probably be difficult for him to defeat the Sword Maniac in three moves.
You should know that he has always thought highly of Jian Chi as his successor and the next sect leader.
If he were to break through to the Spirit Embryo Realm in the future, while Sword Maniac had already reached the mid-stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, he planned to pass on his position to Sword Maniac.
"Although the Sword Maniac's actions are somewhat foolish and stubborn, he is not guilty of a capital offense. I merely struck him into the ground with one palm as a lesson for him. After all, I still have to give you, Prince Xiaoyao, some face."
Fang Han smiled faintly and said leisurely, "Fine, I'll release him now."
After saying this, he had a thought, and the divine power that had been binding Elder Sword Maniac instantly vanished without a trace.
At this moment, the Sword Maniac Elder, buried deep underground, awaits his unknown fate with a heart full of fear.
Suddenly, Fang Han's words, like a ray of dawn, pierced through the darkness and entered his ears, filling him with immense joy.
He hurriedly looked inward and was pleasantly surprised to find that the power that had been binding his mind like shackles had disappeared.
With a slight thought, the longswords in his storage magic treasure seemed to sense their master's call, and instantly shone brightly, flying out like arrows released from a bow.
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