Jiang Fan’s heart pounded violently.
Nascent Soul expert!!!
He instantly felt a sense of foreboding.
Clenching his teeth slightly, he resolutely activated the Cloud Shadow technique and darted away.
In his heart, he’d already prepared for the worst.
That is, Ren Guhong and Wu Manyue might already have fallen in battle.
The clanging sounds of combat continued unabated.
The tension in Jiang Fan’s chest eased slightly.
The Nascent Soul expert surprisingly had not made a move.
He lifted his gaze toward the spot where the Nascent Soul expert stood. The figure remained there amidst the wind and snow.
Silently observing the fight, showing no intention to intervene.
Noticing Jiang Fan’s gaze.
He turned his eyes briefly—a pair of piercing eyes that saw through the Dustless Talisman, revealing Jiang Fan’s presence.
That single glance made Jiang Fan’s heart leap.
Fortunately, the man retracted his gaze, resuming his observation of the battle.
Jiang Fan’s rapid heartbeat continued: "This person—could he not be allied with those currently fighting?"
He cautiously approached a Jiedan Eighth Layer expert focused on targeting Wu Manyue.
Raising his sword, he thrust it straight into the opponent’s back.
The man was caught entirely off guard, the Purple Sword piercing through his chest.
He managed only a weak counterattack before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
Jiang Fan kept a close watch on the Nascent Soul expert.
He noticed the man remained indifferent.
Jiang Fan’s heart settled completely.
With that, he attacked without reservation.
"Five Thunder True Heaven Palm!"
"Soul-shocking Stab!"
"Divine Lord Vastness!"
Each strike carried unparalleled lethality, wounding or killing mysterious assailants each time.
The original four attackers targeting Wu Manyue were instantly reduced by half.
Wu Manyue felt a surge of relief. "Junior Brother Jiang!"
The other techniques, she wasn’t familiar with, but the Soul-shocking Stab was unmistakable.
It was Jiang Fan’s signature move!
Her crisis momentarily resolved, Ren Guhong on the other side shouted anxiously:
"Junior Brother Jiang, don’t get caught up in just saving the beauty here."
His situation was far rougher than Wu Manyue’s.
With a Ninth Layer of Core Formation cultivation, he had become the primary target.
Those attacking him were exclusively Ninth Layer and Ninth Layer Perfection experts.
Thankfully, he possessed a piece of Defensive Armor capable of withstanding attacks from Ninth Layer Perfection cultivators.
Most of the damage was mitigated.
But two fists were no match for four hands, especially when facing one immensely powerful Ninth Layer Perfection opponent.
Ren Guhong’s left arm hung limp and useless.
It was clearly broken.
Even his scalp had been partially sliced off, blood furiously gushing from the wound—a sign he had narrowly escaped a devastating blow.
Without backup, he wouldn’t last much longer.
Jiang Fan naturally hesitated not a moment.
"Soul-shocking Stab!"
With his intervention.
The four mysterious experts immediately felt an overwhelming pressure.
Wu Manyue, having freed herself, wiped the blood and grime off her face and unleashed wave after wave of sinister magical treasures with an unmistakable bloodlust.
As the pair fought their way over, Ren Guhong grew more desperate.
"Damn! My precious treasures are going to be stolen!"
He bit down on a small dagger, using his sole functioning right hand to scatter a handful of poison powder toward his foes.
The four Divine Movement Sect experts instantly found themselves in a perilous situation.
The Ninth Layer Perfection expert leading them, Kang Lin, was both shocked and furious: "What is wrong with these people?"
He couldn’t understand why, upon encountering them, these individuals behaved like leeches sensing blood, frenziedly charging forward.
It was as if killing them promised some grand reward.
A reckless, suicidal determination.
What baffled him even more.
Was the sheer number of magical treasures these two possessed, making him, an Outer Realm Divine Sect disciple, feel chilled to the bone.
His Hell Beast had been slain almost immediately by their combined efforts.
The twelve-man encirclement.
Had resulted in four casualties, with the pair not merely surviving but retaliating ferociously.
Even that could be grudgingly tolerated.
But now there was an even stronger presence—a person more formidable than the pair combined.
Who, with a mere blink of an eye, had reduced their twelve-man group to just four!
Another scream echoed, and now only three remained.
"Who the hell are you people?!"
Kang Lin spat a sealed Jade Talisman, unleashing raging flames that swept across the area.
Ren Guhong and Wu Manyue were forced to retreat.
The flames burned away Jiang Fan’s Dustless Talisman at his chest, revealing his figure despite his invisibility.
Jiang Fan’s heart sank slightly as his gaze shifted to the Nascent Soul expert.
Then he reconsidered.
No matter. The Low Grade Dustless Talisman couldn’t fool him anyway.
His presence had long been exposed.
There was no point wasting the talisman further.
He lifted his eyes and looked coldly at Kang Lin and the other two.
"Disguising yourselves as Hell Beasts to rampage across my continent, and you dare ask who we are?"
"Speak now. Which Outer Realm Divine Sect are you from?"
"And what is your true purpose in coming to the continent?"
Kang Lin laughed angrily: "What bold arrogance!"
"As if you’ve already decided we’re done for!"
He was a Ninth Layer Perfection cultivator.
Though their bizarre skills and techniques were difficult to match, fleeing was still well within his reach.
His expression froze entirely.
The two Ninth Layer experts beside him began to tremble.
Because Jiang Fan had revealed a Nascent Soul Jade Token.
The overwhelming aura emitted from it made their hearts pound uncontrollably.
"One of you may live."
"Whoever answers most clearly will survive."
Jiang Fan spoke impassively.
Kang Lin’s face changed drastically as he growled: "Don’t fall for it!"
"He’s trying to sow discord among us."
"Let’s split up and run; his Nascent Soul Jade Token can’t possibly kill all three of us!"
The two companions hesitated briefly.
Clearly considering the gamble—to test whose fate would prevail.
Jiang Fan flatly declared: "I’ll target the Ninth Layer Perfection cultivator first."
His two companions immediately glinted with realization.
Without hesitation, they darted off in different directions.
Jiang Fan’s words had made it clear: the token would attack Kang Lin.
If they didn’t escape now, when would they?
Kang Lin panicked instantly.
With the other two fleeing, wouldn’t he be certain to die?
Hastily, he shouted: "I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Just spare me!"
"I’ll reveal all the information I know!"
Jiang Fan then pointed the Nascent Soul Jade Token at the other two, who had barely taken a few steps.
Terrified, they quickly blurted out, "Wait! I’ll talk too!"
With a mix of intimidation and strikes, the three formerly defiant individuals were reduced to submissive compliance.
Waiting for Jiang Fan’s interrogation.
The Nascent Soul expert silently observing in the snow.
Clapped his hands lightly, chuckling:
"So young, yet skilled in strategy."
"Impressive, very impressive."
Jiang Fan initially planned to pretend he hadn’t noticed him.
But since the man decided to speak, he couldn’t ignore him.
While keeping an eye on Kang Lin and the others, Jiang Fan respectfully saluted:
"Junior disciple of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion greets the elder."
Before such a mysterious powerhouse, identifying oneself was necessary.
"I see, a disciple of Yun Tianzhou."
The man casually mentioned the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master by name and nodded slightly:
"Seems he’s taken in three quite capable disciples."
Jiang Fan couldn’t determine his identity and cautiously tested: "May I ask, elder, do you have instructions for us?"
The Nascent Soul expert saw through Jiang Fan’s probing and smiled faintly:
"No need to be tense. I’m merely passing by."
"Thought I’d watch a few young ones fight—pure curiosity, nothing more."
Jiang Fan exhaled a deep breath of relief.
Though inwardly he couldn’t help but think.
Nosiness—truly an inherent trait, regardless of cultivation level.
"Well then, carry on."
He stepped lightly into the void, preparing to leave.
Before departing, he seemed to recall something and asked: "By the way, since you’re from this continent."
"I’d like to ask you about someone."
Jiang Fan, Ren Guhong, and Wu Manyue fixed their attention on him.
The man spoke while gauging their reactions.
"I’m looking for someone."
"He is the deputy leader of the Jiangshan First-class Building."
"His name is Yan Dao’an."