Sweeping Through Heavenly Demon City

The arrow struck Fan Lang, yet did not even break his skin. Moreover, Xian Manyue had put her full strength into that shot without holding anything back.

This result left Xian Manyue nearly despairing, unable to see any chance of victory.

She knew perfectly well that continuing the fight would be nothing but a moth flying into a flame. She simply could not defeat Fan Lang.

Fan Lang was far too terrifying, practically approaching the Mystic God realm and standing above mortals. His arrogance had its basis.

Though she knew she was no match for him, Xian Manyue still gritted her teeth and prepared to continue fighting. She drew a sword, set its hilt against the bowstring, used the sword as an arrow, and gathered her power.

Ptooey!

The Azure Dragon spat out the half-dead Bu Youlong.

Fan Lang stood atop the Azure Dragon and flew toward the Heavenly Demon City army opposite him. The momentum of a single man suppressed the momentum of the entire army.

The soldiers involuntarily retreated. Not everyone wanted to be buried alongside Zhen Beixiong.

"I didn't come alone. I brought a bunch of students with me too. If you can't beat me, you can consider dealing with my students. They're on my side. You pick the soft persimmon first, right? I don't need to teach you that."

Fan Lang had set his own students up, even going so far as to remind his enemies to deal with the inferior-class students.

Those words were simply a fuse.

The students heard them and were all indignant. Was there really a mentor in this world who would set up his own students like that?

Then Fan Lang accelerated and charged straight at Xian Manyue, intending to show no mercy to a beauty.

Xian Manyue's eyes sharpened as