Zhao Wu's expression was solemn, and his eyes revealed a vigilance as if facing a formidable enemy. In an instant, he swung his long sword, and a series of sharp sword energies, like silver lightning, slashed through the sky, cutting out seven or eight strikes in succession.
The moment these sword energies left the sword, they instantly intertwined, forming an incredibly sturdy energy shield.
Above the qi shield, sword qi swirled and flashed, faintly radiating a chilling aura, poised to defend against the oncoming giant palm of true qi.
This giant palm of true energy was originally intended by General Cao to kill Yelü Hong, the second elder of the Divine Doctor Valley, in one fell swoop. But who would have thought that it would be cleverly used by the veiled, graceful, and mysterious woman in front of him to deal with him instead?
Upon thinking of this, Cao Shenjiang felt an uncontrollable surge of anger, like a raging fire that almost consumed his reason.
Just then, the giant palm of true energy, carrying the force of an overwhelming wave, slammed into the energy shield with lightning speed.
A deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open, shook the surrounding space.
In an instant, the energy shield shattered under the powerful impact, turning into countless tiny fragments of energy that scattered in all directions.
The giant palm of true energy, too, could not withstand the enormous reaction force during the fierce collision with the energy shield. It shattered with a crash, transforming into powerful bursts of energy that spread wildly in all directions like a whirlwind.
This sudden and intense shock made Zhao Wu, Zhao Banshan, Zhao Tiancheng, and other members of the Zhao family feel uneasy.
Previously, with the help of General Zhou and General Cao, they thought victory was assured and the situation was under their control.
However, reality delivered a resounding slap to their faces.
At this moment, Zhao Tiancheng's face was covered in blood, his face was beaten so badly that it was a bloody mess, and he looked terrible; Zhao Banshan's shoulder was also punched through, and blood was gushing out, staining his clothes red.
The two highly skilled generals, Zhou and Cao, on whom they had placed their hopes, were completely helpless against these two powerful women who had suddenly appeared.
"Fang Han, it's you, kid. I didn't expect you to be smart anymore."
The next moment, Zhao Wu's gaze fell on Fang Han, who had just arrived on horseback.
His eyes were full of contempt and disdain as he coldly said, "My grandfather and father wrote to me saying that you killed my brother Zhao Jian and burned down my Zhao family manor. How do you plan to die today?"
Faced with Zhao Wu's provocation, Fang Han simply smiled faintly: "Zhao Wu, you want to kill me? But do you have the ability?"
Zhao Wu was only a high-level Martial Grandmaster, which was as insignificant as an ant to Fang Han in his current state.
Although Zhao Wu had the powerful backing of Li Wentian of the Demon Suppression Army, Fang Han was not afraid at all.
He knew all too well that in this world where the strong are respected, strength was the only basis for one's voice.
Therefore, in Fang Han's eyes, Zhao Wu and the entire Zhao family were nothing more than insignificant beings.
Fang Han, in particular, saw through Zhao Wu's disguise at a glance.
This Zhao Wu is not a true Qingmu bloodline, but a pseudo-Qingmu bloodline.
Those who truly possess the bloodline of Aoki are almost self-taught geniuses in the art of medicine; their understanding and application of medical skills are as natural and fluid as breathing.
However, Zhao Wu was completely unskilled in medicine.
Zhao Wu could only use his own blood to cure Li Wentian's adopted daughter, Li Qionghua.
The blood of the true Aoki lineage is indeed a sacred medicine for healing wounds and curing diseases, possessing miraculous effects.
However, Zhao Wu's blood could only barely alleviate Li Qionghua's condition, and it was impossible to use his blood for treatment for an extended period of time.
As time went on, this so-called "treatment" not only failed to cure Li Qionghua's illness, but also brought increasingly greater side effects. Like drinking poison to quench thirst, it only made Li Qionghua's condition worse.
"Fang Han, those two mysterious and powerful women, you must be the ones you're clinging to, right? I bet you caught their eye after you were turned into a medicine man, right? They're only helping you because they want to be your temporary Daoist partners, aren't they? That's all the grit you've got, you just hide behind women like a coward, what kind of real skill is that!"
Zhao Wu's face was full of disdain, and he let out a cold snort. His sharp voice was full of provocation and contempt. "If you have the guts, then take on either General Zhou or General Cao one-on-one. As long as you can last a few rounds against them, I will admit that you have some ability and are barely worthy of being my opponent."
Fang Han's nonchalant gaze, which showed he didn't take him seriously at all, was like a sharp thorn that pierced Zhao Wu's heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and causing a deep sense of unease to spread through his mind.
However, Zhao Wu had been fighting and learning in the Demon Suppression Army for several years, and was no longer the impulsive and reckless young man he once was.
He suppressed his anger and did not act rashly. Instead, his eyes darted around and he quickly devised a plan to provoke Fang Han.
Previously, Cao Shenjiang attempted to take Mei Ruohua hostage, but failed.
But at this moment, Zhao Wu was thinking that if he could capture Fang Han as a hostage, he could leave unscathed today without any worries.
Moreover, the Zhao family can avoid suffering a devastating blow.
After all, although his father Zhao Tiancheng and grandfather Zhao Banshan were injured, their cultivation had not been destroyed. As long as Fang Han was in his hands, the Zhao family still had room to maneuver.
"Zhao Wu, if you can get General Zhou and General Cao to fight for you and lend a helping hand, why can't I get my two friends to stand up for me?"
Upon hearing Zhao Wu's provocation, Fang Han immediately raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile, and said loudly, "How dare you say such a thing? Have you no shame? Besides, with the skills of General Zhou and General Cao, they can't even beat my two friends, so how could they possibly be my opponents? If the two of them joined forces against me, they probably wouldn't even last thirty moves against me."
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