The aftershock slammed hard into Yuanchu Holy Master's chest.
His body instantly flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the rock wall, almost embedding him inside it.
"Pfft!"
Blood sprayed from his mouth like a gushing spring.
Yuanchu Holy Master, at the peak of the Emperor Realm, had been utterly defeated after clashing head-on with Jiang Fan for hundreds of exchanges.
Jiang Fan slowly walked up to Yuanchu Holy Master and looked down at his dying state, without the slightest pity in his eyes.
"You cultivated for a thousand years? That's all?"
Yuanchu Holy Master struggled to lift his head. On his defeated face, a little shock still remained.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
"Jiang Fan... I admit it. I did underestimate you!"
"You truly are a genius. One could even say you are the number one person among the younger generation in the entire Mystic Heaven Realm, and it would not be an exaggeration!"
"Losing to you means my skills were inferior. I accept it!"
"However..."
He coughed up blood, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"You think that means you've won?"
Jiang Fan's heart jolted, and a bad feeling rose in him.
Yuanchu Holy Master's smile grew increasingly savage.
"Just now, while you were rushing here, the other three Holy Masters had already led their elites to the Zixiao Sect!"
"How many people does the Zixiao Sect have right now?"
"Let me count! Besides that old thing Zixiao, there should only be the two Senior Sisters from your sect, right?"
"Do you think they can withstand the attacks of those three old fellows, Xuan Wuji and the others?"
When Jiang Fan heard this, killing intent boiled in his eyes.
"You're courting death!"
Yuanchu Holy Master laughed even more freely.
"Angry? Despairing?"
"What a