Sword Splitting Technique

I counted them quickly; there were probably around a hundred. Over a large area, everything instantly became deathly still, so still that you couldn't feel a single breath of air.

One hundred Giant Silver Sword, one hundred Wen Lanfeng, all staring intently at Pei Fang. The atmosphere in the air tensed instantly; everyone could see that Wen Lanfeng was about to launch an attack...

"It's not an illusion!" someone below exclaimed in surprise. "It's Qi Manifestation! Wen Lanfeng's cultivation has actually reached the realm of Qi Manifestation! This is a legendary immortal Law Technique."

After Yan Zhuixing's demonic eyes flashed, he realized that these hundred Wen Lanfeng were not illusions, but if they were physical entities, they didn't seem to be physical entities either, differing somewhat from the original. He couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Senior Bing, what is Qi Manifestation?"

Bing Chengzi narrowed his eyes, stared at the sky and shook his head, saying, "It's not about Qi Manifestation, but rather the extraordinary 'Sword Splitting Technique' from the 'Thousand Search Sword Art.' It's said that when you reach a high level, you can split into thousands of avatars to attack at the same time, which is where the name 'Thousand Search Sword Art' comes from. It seems that Wen Lanfeng hasn't reached that level yet."

Yan Zhuixing said "Oh," and those around her who didn't understand understood. Looking at the sky again, they all found it amusing; karma really works. Just a moment ago, there were six people surrounding Wen Lanfeng. In the blink of an eye, it had become a hundred Wen Lanfeng surrounding him.

"Fatty Pei, make a decision soon, I can't wait much longer." This was a threat. A hundred Wen Lanfeng spoke at the same time, their voices echoing in the air, as if a hundred people were truly speaking.

Wen Lanfeng is still Wen Lanfeng; no matter how ruthless he is, he can't go so far as to wipe them all out. If it were Yue Qianchou, he'd be lucky not to launch a sneak attack; he certainly wouldn't act so honorably—he'd kill them if necessary!

"Wen Lanfeng, don't push your luck!" Pei Fang drew his Blue Face Demon Blade warily. Looking around, he realized he was already locked onto by the other party's aura. He wanted to escape, but although his escape skills were unparalleled, he didn't know if he could escape from Wen Lanfeng's grasp, given the vast difference in their cultivation levels.

Yin Baikang and Hu Changshou exchanged a glance, a hint of smugness in their eyes, both waiting to see Pei Fang make a fool of himself.

Qi Jiujun felt the most helpless. Of all places, Fatty Pei had to stand next to him, and now he was surrounded by a hundred Wen Lanfeng. Whether to help or not was a real headache.

As soon as Pei Fang finished speaking, one of the hundred Wen Lanfeng transformed into a white shadow, his cold light swift as lightning, like a celestial being descending from the heavens—he finally made his move! A simple, unadorned strike, devoid of all extravagance. He had attacked!

Everyone was watching intently. Qi Jiujun had no time to think and instinctively teleported to Ouyang Da's side below.

Pei Fang wasn't someone to be underestimated; after all, he was a master at the late Spirit Transformation stage. The Blue Face Demon Blade swirled in his hand, emitting an eerie blue light, and suddenly expanded, forming a blade aura over ten meters long, which he then slashed fiercely.

With a resounding clang, the blue and white figures collided, creating a powerful shockwave, before the white figure vanished.

After this exchange, Pei Fang. Although his arms were numb and his Qi and Blood was churning, he realized that his opponent was nothing special and not someone he couldn't withstand. As long as he could hold out for a while, others who still had any sense of shame would know what to do.

However, he was too happy too soon; Wen Lanfeng could not control only one clone at a time.

"Whoosh..." One clone moved, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth...

After dealing with several clones, Pei Fang's arms were numb from the shock, and even his scalp felt tingled; his heart sank. He realized that for every clone he destroyed, another would immediately appear on the other side, maintaining a constant presence of over a hundred clones. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to hold out for long with his current cultivation level.

Wen Lanfeng's clones launched attacks at an increasingly rapid pace, forcing Pei Fang to resort to a life-saving move that consumed a great deal of his cultivation, shouting, "Azure Radiance Display!"

Pei Fang instantly transformed into a plump blue spinning top in mid-air, a top with many large blue wings. It spun in the air, shimmering with blue light, a truly beautiful sight, desperately trying to fend off the onslaught of attacks like a storm...

"Bang bang bang..." The rapid explosions rang out incessantly in the air, almost deafening.

Wen Lanfeng's hundred clones, each wielding a giant silver object, created streaks of silver lightning, transforming into a gigantic, brilliantly blooming white lotus flower, just as they had done during his battle with Bi Changchun at Thousand Mile Lake...

To everyone's eyes, in the air, a gigantic, blooming white lotus was mercilessly beating a fat spinning top with blue wings. It appeared beautiful, but everyone knew it was far more than just pretty; the power it contained was terrifying, as could be felt from the lingering force of the ensuing battle.

Everyone could remain indifferent, treating it as mere entertainment. Little did they know that Pei Fang was suffering terribly in the midst of the fight. Spinning rapidly, the Blue Face Demon Blade constantly shifted between his left and right hands. Wen Lanfeng's cultivation was far superior; the sheer frequency of his attacks left his arm numb and tingling, the blade almost dragging on his hand. He could barely hold onto the blade, forced to constantly switch it between his two hands.

Pei Fang, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, didn't even realize how terrible his complexion looked. His once chubby, rosy face was now as white as a sheet, deathly pale. It wasn't until blood seeped from the corners of his mouth and blood gushed from his nostrils that he sensed something was wrong and began to panic.

Having fought to this point, finding a brief opening to escape was impossible. Wen Lanfeng's attacks were terrifyingly dense, giving him absolutely no chance to flee. He also had to desperately protect his entire body, not daring to reveal the slightest flaw, otherwise, under such a dense barrage of attacks, even the smallest opening could be fatal.

After Yan Zhuixing's demonic eyes flashed, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Senior Bing, Pei Fang bleeding from all seven orifices and is already injured. I'm afraid he can't hold on any longer."

Man Hu and his companions turned around. With their cultivation levels, they couldn't even make out a face at such a distance, let alone during such a fast-paced and intense fight. Some people around glanced at Yan Zhuixing with disdain, their eyes clearly saying, "We couldn't even see clearly. How dare you, a mere early Tribulation stage cultivator, speak so arrogantly?"

Yan Zhuixing was slightly taken aback, realizing he had gotten a little carried away. Bing Chengzi, however, was a shrewd man. He glanced at him with some satisfaction and transmitted his voice, "Your Demon Eyes have already begun to possess Divine Ability?"

Yan Zhuixing smiled faintly and replied telepathically, "It's still far from mastery, only a slight achievement. However, these chaotic phenomena cannot deceive my Demon Eye. Under my Demon Eye, every detail is revealed, leaving no room for concealment."

"Good!" Bing Chengzi uttered a satisfied word and then said no more. He continued watching the fight with a smile on his face.

"Qi Jiujun, Ouyang Da, what are you waiting for? Are you going to watch me die?" Pei Fang's wailing cry for help came from the midst of the deafening explosions. It sounded like he was crying and was very urgent!

Such a powerful and dense attack sent chills down the spines of those watching. Hearing that a late Spirit Transformation stage cultivator was practically in tears, one could only imagine the pressure Pei Pangzi was under. It was fortunate he was a late Spirit Transformation stage cultivator; a weaker one would likely have been reduced to ashes under such an attack.

Upon hearing the cries for help, Qi Jiujun and Ouyang Da exchanged a glance. Just as they were secretly communicating telepathically, Wen Lanfeng's cold "humph" suddenly rang out from all around them, as if it were directed at them. The two of them glanced around warily, their pupils shrinking sharply. They saw that nearly two hundred Wen Lanfeng had appeared around them, staring coldly at them.

The two were speechless. They hadn't expected that Wen Lanfeng, while fighting one enemy, could still conjure two hundred clones to deal with them. With their lives hanging in the balance, they wanted to help but were afraid of following in Pei Fang's footsteps. They remained vigilant but dared not move.

The crowd watching below erupted in another uproar. Judging from the situation, Wen Lanfeng was clearly handling Pei Fang with ease, not even putting in his full effort. If so many clones attacked together, Fatty Pei would probably be finished.

Pei Fang naturally noticed as well, but with his life hanging by a thread, saving his own life was the priority. He shouted again, "Yin Baikang, Hu Changshou, come quickly to my aid! My Azure Palace has two Azure Demon Beast Eggs, which I will gladly give to you both free of charge afterward."

Upon hearing this, Yin Baikang and Hu Changshou's eyes lit up. The crowd gasped in astonishment. Everyone knew that the Blue Demon Beast was no ordinary Demon Beast; it was a rare spirit beast in the Cultivation World, possessing extraordinary power and considered a priceless treasure. Pei Pangzi's Azure Palace possessed one, a treasure to guard the palace, and unexpectedly, it had laid eggs.

Yin Baikang transmitted his voice to Hu Changshou: "A fully grown blue Demon Beast is better than an early Spirit Transformation stage expert. That fatso is really cunning. The blue Demon Beast laid eggs and kept it a secret without letting a word out."

Hu Changchun glanced at him, thinking, "You're even more cunning than him. Who knows what you're up to behind the scenes?" The echo replied, "What do you mean? You want to gamble..."

They had barely finished replying when both of them were startled. The reason was simple: two hundred Wen Lanfeng suddenly appeared around them, eyeing them menacingly, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.

The two immediately became alert. Spirit beasts were desirable, but nothing was more important than their own lives! What use were spirit beasts if they were dead? Seeing Wen Lanfeng create two hundred clones after another was truly frightening; his cultivation was unfathomable!

"Hehe! Brother Wen, everyone knows we're enemies with that fatso," Yin Baikang said with an awkward laugh. His meaning was clear: don't listen to that fatso's nonsense, we're not going to help him, don't misunderstand.

Everyone was speechless as they watched Wen Lanfeng in the air, who was intimidating four other late- late Spirit Transformation stage First Company. They wondered how many more clones he could create.

Pei Fang nearly vomited blood from anger at Yin Baikang's words. Already on the verge of collapse, a moment of distraction exposed his weakness. He knew something was wrong, but it was too late. A sharp pain shot through his hand; the Blue Face Demon Blade had slipped from his grasp. A flurry of footsteps came from all directions, lashing at his body...

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