A wave of horror suddenly surged through Tie Heshang's heart, and the fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
With a sudden thought, he leaped up from the massive, scorching body of the Golden Crow.
The moment he leaped into the air, a flash of light appeared beneath his feet, revealing a sword radiating a sharp aura. He instantly hovered in the air, riding the sword.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a pill emitting a faint medicinal fragrance shot towards the Golden Crow.
The golden crow let out a mournful cry, the sound echoing in the air as if telling of its pain.
With a nimble peck, it accurately caught the pill, then flapped its wings and slowly landed on the ground.
It lowered its head, swallowed the pill, and then lay there quietly, its body radiating a soft light, presumably using the pill's power to heal its wounds.
Iron Monk steadied himself, staring intently at Fang Han, and coldly said, "You brat are only at the peak of the Divine Sense Realm, yet you dare to fight me head-on. You are indeed a genius I have never seen before. It's just a pity that you meddle in my business today and ruined my plans, so you can only perish here."
After speaking, the Iron Monk's expression hardened, and his aura suddenly changed as he unleashed his ultimate technique, the Iron Fiend Staff Technique.
He brandished his staff, creating a whooshing sound as it gleamed with a cold, eerie light, seemingly emanating boundless malevolent energy.
Although he knew that Fang Han's swordsmanship was incredibly powerful, with each strike seemingly capable of cleaving through the void, he still had his own plans.
He pondered to himself that even if Fang Han's swordsmanship was extraordinary, his cultivation level was still much lower than his own.
If one has to rely on some magical treasure or secret technique to defeat it, it will undoubtedly leave an indelible shadow in one's heart, making one's Dao heart unstable. This will undoubtedly be a fatal obstacle to future cultivation.
It should be understood that those who cultivate themselves value courage, diligence, and unwavering progress.
If, at such a time, he cannot defeat an opponent of lower cultivation level, he will inevitably develop deep doubts and waver about the cultivation techniques and martial arts he has practiced.
Once such distracting thoughts arise in his mind, his cultivation will likely make no further progress.
"Iron Monk, let's wait and see who has the last laugh today."
Fang Han remained calm, a confident smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice.
Faced with such a formidable enemy as Iron Monk, he didn't need to use the incredibly powerful Creation Sword Technique; the Eight Desolations Technique alone was sufficient.
Although he is only at the peak of the Divine Sense Realm, his combat strength has reached the Spirit King level, so dealing with the national teacher of Wujin Kingdom is not difficult for him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Han's eyes narrowed, and he swung the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand, unleashing a move called "Eight Directions of Wind and Rain" to slash at the Iron Monk.
As soon as he made that move, the weather changed instantly, and the once clear sky seemed to be shrouded in gloom.
His sword energy poured out like a storm, turning into dense raindrops, carrying a sharp killing intent, and enveloped the Iron Monk.
Xiang Wantang, Xiaoyao Wang, and Wang Dingtian, the three giants, were all focused on Fang Han drawing his sword, not daring to blink even once.
All three of them had learned the Eight Desolations Sword Technique from Fang Han and were well aware of its profoundness and power.
They had long understood that the Eight Desolate Sword Technique was a higher level of sword technique than the Dragon Abyss Sword Technique of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect. Now that they had witnessed Fang Han's demonstration, this was an excellent opportunity for them to learn the Eight Desolate Sword Technique, so they naturally dared not slack off in the slightest.
Iron Monk originally intended to take the initiative and seize the upper hand, but Fang Han's move "Eight Directions of Wind and Rain" forced him to change his strategy.
His face darkened, and he swiftly brandished his staff, which acted as a sturdy shield, protecting his vital organs.
The sword energy, which came like a dense rain of arrows, struck the Zen staff, producing a series of crisp sounds, but he deflected them all.
However, Fang Han's sword intent was simply too strong; the sharp sword energy seemed to carry an invisible penetrating force.
Although the Iron Monk could barely block the sword energy that rained down like arrows, his true energy was churning uncontrollably, as if an invisible force was rampaging through his body.
He had barely managed to block Fang Han's first move, "Eight Directions of Wind and Rain," when Fang Han unleashed another move, "Eight Desolations Slash."
This move is completely different from the previous "Eight Directions of Wind and Rain". Although it is not a dense array of sword energy, it is an extremely condensed one.
But this sword strike contained the power to split mountains and cleave seas. Even before the sword arrived, its sharp sword aura made the Iron Monk feel a chill in his heart.
"Did this kid burn his life essence to make his attacks so powerful?"
Faced with Fang Han's sword strike, the Iron Monk muttered to himself, a hint of doubt and wariness flashing in his eyes.
He felt that as long as he could withstand a dozen or so moves and Fang Han's essence blood was burned out, his combat power would naturally not be so strong.
So he took a deep breath and struck out with his staff again. The blades of energy emanating from the staff were like sharp sword beams, clashing fiercely with Fang Han's sword energy in the air.
The sword energy and blades dissipated simultaneously, exploding into dazzling bursts of light in the air. But at that moment, Fang Han's figure flashed, closing in swiftly like a meteor, and his sword struck at the Iron Monk. Fang Han's swordsmanship was unrestrained and powerful, completely suppressing the Iron Monk and making it difficult for him to retaliate for the time being.
"My brother's combat strength is so high that I can hardly hope to catch up with him."
Upon seeing this scene, Xiang Wantang's eyes widened in astonishment, and she muttered to herself.
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