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“Brother Li, it seems that Brother Zhang is surrounded. Aren’t you going to help him?” Song Hesong asked with concern.
Li Fan shook his head, recalling the strength of Brother Zhang in Li Chen’s memory.
“Let alone four ordinary Final Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Even if a cultivator from the Initial Stage of the Golden Core Phase comes, he may not necessarily be able to do anything to him.” Upon hearing this, Song Hesong looked surprised.
As if to validate Li Fan’s words.
With a roar from Chu Liang, four beams of radiance ignited at the same time, targeting Zhang Qianmo.
But in the nick of time, a purple mirror appeared above his head, forming a protective barrier around him.
Instantly, the four beams of radiance were reflected back.
The four attackers, including Chu Liang, didn’t expect this to happen and got hit by their own attacks unprepared.
“Pearls of rice, daring to show off!” A purple electric seal between Zhang Qianmo’s eyebrows emitted a heart-palpitating glow.
Threads of purple electricity circulated around his body, giving off imposing vibes.
A long halberd full of killing intent slowly materialized in Brother Zhang’s hand.
Zhang Qianmo, pointing his halberd at Chu Liang and the other three, arrogantly said: “Today, let me show you the gap between the true inheritance of the major sects and the loose cultivators!”
As soon as his words faded, Zhang Qianmo instantly moved to the closest enemy.
He swung his halberd, and a purple electric dragon mercilessly engulfed it.
The person could only let out a scream before disappearing into the raging purple light.
In a twinkling, one of four was gone.
The remaining few couldn’t help showing shock on their faces.
Chu Liang shouted even louder: “Master Song, if you won’t make a move now, when will be the right time?”
Upon hearing this, Li Fan’s expression changed.
Before he could react, he felt eight chains of blood suddenly appear and entangle him.
Then, a tremendous force, far surpassing that of the Foundation Establishment Phase, violently struck him from behind.
Similarly, a purple mirror appeared above his head, and the protective barrier slightly lightened the impact.
However, this force was too strong. The protective barrier formed by the Purple mirror only lasted an instant before it shattered into specks of starlight.
Taking the hit head-on, Li Fan forcefully spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura rapidly declining.
However, the opponent was relentless.
Li Fan turned back to see Song Hesong, expressionless, swinging a blood-red giant hammer.
Carrying formidable power, the successive hammer attacks were meant to kill Li Fan on the spot.
At the brink of death, a jade pendant on Li Fan’s chest suddenly shattered.
A gigantic hand made of purple lightning formed from the fragments of the jade pendant.
The hand sealed, locking onto Song Hesong.
Above the head, dark clouds densely covered the sky in an instant.
A bolt of purple lightning, thick as a water barrel, slashed towards Song Hesong.
Showing a ferocious facial expression, Song Hesong neither dodged nor evaded, his attacking momentum remained the same.
He was prepared to take this attack head-on, so he could kill Li Fan first.
In a split second, a long halberd flew from afar and blocked the blood-red giant hammer.
Zhang Qianmo arrived instantly, got to Li Fan’s side and propped him up.
“Are you okay, junior brother?”
As he spoke, he transferred a wisp of spiritual energy to Li Fan to stabilize his injuries.
Afterwards, he looked gravely at Song Hesong.
At this point, the spiritual energy in his body was slowly recovering from the shock. Li Fan wiped the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Song Hesong.
This man who had suddenly turned on them, and had exploded with a power far beyond his apparent Final Stage of Energy Refining.
Indeed, this was beyond Li Fan’s expectation.
Moreover, he was in a body that was not his own and didn’t have a good grasp of his own techniques and spells.
Caught off guard, he nearly lost his life to a sneak attack.
Luckily, Li Chen, the original owner of this body, was an inner sect disciple of the Violet Firmament Sect and possessed a fair number of self-defense techniques, which allowed him to narrowly escape danger.
Looking at Song Hesong again, he was struck by the Violet Firmament Divine Thunder and seemed to have suffered severe injuries.
However, vast amounts of green life energy flowed from Ningyuan City below, swiftly treating his injuries.
Shortly, he was fully healed.
Song Hesong had a gloomy expression, his Blood Giant Hammer morphed into a long sword and was held in hand.
Chu Liang and two others arrived from afar, encircling the two from the Violet Firmament Sect in the middle.
Zhang Qianmo ignored Chu Liang and his three fellow Foundation
Establishment Phase cultivators, but looked at Song Hesong, his eyebrows
knitted tightly.
“Mid Stage Golden Core? Manager Song, have you also started practicing some new technique?”
A sneering look came over Song Hesong’s face: “And why not? I served the Violet Firmament Sect faithfully for more than half of my life, yet all I got was an external service position.”
“Other than the superficial ‘The Purple Cloud Summoning Thunder Technique’ , there were only a few measly Spirit Stones year after year.”
“I probably won’t even get past the Foundation Establishment phase when I die.”
With resentment, Song Hesong said, “They’ve always blamed it on my lack of talent! After switching to a new technique, I reached Foundation Establishment in five years and Golden Core in ten years!”
“What do you think of my aptitude now, Brother Zhang?”
Zhang Qianmo looked at the thick lingering blood color around Song Hesong and the killing intent flashed in his eyes, “Heretic! I shall slay you!”
As if hearing the world’s funniest joke, Song Hesong burst into laughter, almost spilling over with mockery. “Heretics? You so-called prestigious sects, breed mortals like livestock, extract their lifespan, and produce Longevity Fruits.”
“You dare to claim others are heretics with such diabolical practices?”
“I say, you are the biggest heretics!”
The bloody aura on Song Hesong rose with his angry proclamation.
Zhang Qianmo’s expression remained unchanged, “Mortals receive our patronage, it’s only fair they pay a price. Beyond the wilderness, Demonic Beasts are everywhere. Mortals are no more than cattle.”
“If we, the Immortal Sects, did not protect them, how could they have lived so peacefully for so long?”
“Do you think your few outrageous claims can disturb my state of mind?”
With a heavier purple glint in his eyes, Zhang Qianmo aimed his long spear at
Song Hesong: “Although you’ve reached Golden Core, I will kill you today!”
At Zhang Qianmo’s thrust with his spear, Song Hesong seemed restrained by the momentum and his aura wavered.
But soon, he was somewhat infuriated and embarrassed.
“I have long heard about how exceptional the Inner Sect disciples are. I’m dead set on witnessing it today!”
As he spoke, the blood -colored long sword in his hand instantly transformed into six, challenging Zhang Qianmo’s long spear.
Meanwhile, Li Fan found himself surrounded by three of Chu Liang’s cultivators.
Facing the three cultivators of the same level, Li Fan remained calm and unstoppable.
Activating the “Violet Firmament Thunder Secret Technique” and retrieving his magic tool, a long spear.
He gave the spear a shake, as if a are dragon’s hum echoed.
He engaged Chu Liang’s side in combat.
Initially, Li Fan wasn’t too familiar with the spells he could use.
His attacks always felt somewhat stiff.
His spear dancing could easily be dodged by Chu Liang’s three men.
While Chu Liang and his three fellow Final Stage Foundation Establishment cultivators had the same cultivation level as Li Fan,
They were novices in comparison, falling shorter than him in attack methods.
In response, Li Fan maneuvered with great ease.
As time went by, Li Fan grew more familiar with his spells.
His attacks gradually became more lethal and sharper.
Surprisingly, Chu Liang’s trio slowly started losing ground..