Great Gongsun Xun, How Dare You Harm Me?!

Below Five Hells Peak.

Clang!

Clang!

Two streaks of sword light flashed and vanished.

One slammed into the mountain peak with a thunderous boom, sending the air itself roiling across three hundred li.

The other carried wind and fire. It made no sound when it fell, nor any noise when it returned.

Qin Fan stood proudly in the void, sword in hand.

He lowered his head.

He glanced at the Duer Immortal Robe bestowed upon him by his patriarch and saw a patch of charred black over his chest. The enemy's sword had struck precisely there.

Though the Duer Immortal Robe had blocked it and kept the flying sword from piercing his body,

his heart had still been shattered to pieces in an instant.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Qin Fan staggered two steps, his face somewhat pale, but his eyes suddenly blazed bright. Even the corners of his mouth held a smile, as though he did not care in the slightest about this injury.

And he truly did not care.

Compared to the Qian Bu'er opposite him, what did this little injury amount to?!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Across from him, Great Victory Sect's True Immortal Qian Bu'er knelt on one knee, hair disheveled, his face and chest drenched in blood. But the truly terrifying wound was on his abdomen.

A flying sword had pierced through his dantian, sending his dharma power into chaos. At the same time, the Sword Qi and lightning contained within it rampaged through his body, tearing even his Primordial Spirit apart.

His foundation was utterly destroyed.

His life hung by a thread.

His expression wilted, then twisted into madness—

"Immortal robe!"

"A supreme treasure immortal robe!"

"How is this possible?! How could a mere Three Calamities True Immortal, a trifling Loose Immortal from