Pei Yuan's true energy erupted wildly.
His feet, like two iron anchors deeply embedded in the earth, gripped the ground tightly, attempting to resist the overwhelming and terrifying force of Fang Han's sword.
However, the power emanating from Fang Han's sword was far too great, like thunder from the heavens, carrying an unstoppable force.
Pei Yuan's feet, under the impact of the powerful force, gradually lost control, and like a plow, they dug a deep and long furrow in the solid ground.
Mud flew everywhere and stones tumbled around, but even so, his body was like a kite with a broken string, uncontrollably and rapidly retreating backward.
With each step he took back, a deep footprint was left on the ground, as if it were a mark of his helpless struggle in this contest of strength.
Just as he was retreating in a sorry state, a cold glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes. He flicked his finger, and an extremely sharp finger wind, like a bolt of lightning, shot straight towards Pei Yuan with a sharp whistling sound.
Wherever the wind passed, the air was torn apart, producing a piercing whistling sound.
At this moment, Pei Yuan felt as if his blood and qi were churning wildly within him, and his head was spinning. He had no chance to dodge Fang Han's sudden finger strike.
However, just as Fang Han's finger strike was about to hit Pei Yuan's chest, a miracle occurred.
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst forth from Pei Yuan's body. Immediately afterward, mysterious and ancient runes shone brightly, like twinkling stars in the night sky, weaving together a strange and magnificent pattern.
The phantom of a precious armor appeared amidst the interplay of light and runes.
The phantom of the armor exuded an ancient and solemn aura, as if it carried a thousand years of history and mysterious power.
Clearly, Pei Yuan, as the sword master of the inner sect of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, possesses defensive magical artifacts.
Judging from the aura emanating from the phantom of this armor, it is far from being an ordinary piece of armor.
It is at least a mid-grade spiritual artifact; armor of this grade is an extremely rare treasure.
It is absolutely a life-saving treasure capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a master of the Divine Sense Realm, and it is a treasure that countless cultivators dream of.
However, Fang Han's finger wind was not the kind of forceful attack.
This finger strike, though seemingly fierce, actually contains a strange and exquisite force.
Like an invisible needle, it pierced directly through the light and runes emanating from the armor, seeped into the armor, and entered Pei Yuan's body.
This finger strike was actually a burst of true energy containing Fang Han's unique skill.
Once this true energy entered Pei Yuan's body, it was like a ferocious beast, instantly rampaging through his body.
It invaded Pei Yuan's meridians and dantian at an extremely fast speed, tightly sealing them off.
Pei Yuan felt a chill rising from his body. Although his meridians and dantian were not directly destroyed, his true qi seemed to be firmly locked by an invisible shackle, and could no longer flow smoothly.
He tried to mobilize the internal energy within his body, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the internal energy was like stagnant water, with no reaction whatsoever.
Suddenly, he became someone with almost no cultivation, as if he had fallen from the highest clouds into an endless abyss.
He felt weak all over, his legs went limp, and he almost couldn't stand up.
"What...what did you do to me?"
Pei Yuan stared at Fang Han with a look of horror on his face, his voice filled with fear and confusion.
“I said before that I would seal your cultivation, and now I have sealed it. This is only because of your great-grandfather Xiang Wantang. Otherwise, I would have directly crippled your cultivation and made you a real cripple.”
Fang said coldly.
"Are you really only twenty years old? Were you really expelled from the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion a few years ago?"
Pei Yuan was distraught. After a long while, he asked Fang Han in a trembling voice.
"That's right."
Fang Han nodded, his expression calm.
"I thought I was a genius, shining brightly in the inner sect of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect. Turns out I can't even beat someone who was expelled from the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion. Am I the worst of the worst?"
Pei Yuan sighed, his eyes filled with desolation and self-mockery.
He turned around and walked away slowly, his steps faltering, each one feeling so heavy.
He seemed to be mentally unstable; his eyes were vacant, and he kept muttering to himself.
When he arrived, he rode a sword, making a great show of himself and attracting everyone's attention.
But when he left, he could only walk, his figure appearing very desolate, like a lonely traveler forgotten by the world.
But Fang Han did not stop him. He simply stood there quietly, watching his departing figure, without a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes.
In this world where the strong rule, the weak are destined to be eliminated; this is an immutable law.
...
"What... what's going on? How could Mr. Pei Yuan, the head swordsman of the inner sect, lose?"
Meng Kai, Yang Wenguang, and the others were dumbfounded, while Pei Yuan stammered to himself.
They and the students of Longyuan Sword Academy could hardly believe what they were seeing.
"If Pei Yuanjian loses, won't Dean Meng and Vice Dean Yang Wenguang be in danger?"
Among the students of Longyuan Sword Academy, someone muttered something under their breath. This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples all around.
"Fang Han might not really dare to kill Dean Meng and Vice Dean Yang, right? After all, Dean Meng and Vice Dean Yang hold high positions and great power in the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion. Even if Fang Han is bold, he wouldn't dare to kill them so easily, would he?"
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