Qingshan Sect Master Wields the Demon Sword to Slay Zhang Fan

Boom, boom, boom...

The four peerless experts were all leaders of their respective sects, beings as mighty as mountains and rivers. Yet now, all four had been suppressed by a single person, each smashed into a deep crater and left in a wretched state.

"Is that all you've got? Inside the Imperial Palace, I was able to suppress all five of you. I can do it again now!" Zhang Fan declared, his spirits soaring. His aura was as magnificent as a mountain, and he wielded five arts, each one surging with power that pierced the skies.

His aura grew increasingly vast, causing the Nine Heavens to tremble. He seemed like an unrivaled God of War, standing with the disdainful bearing of one who looked down upon the sun and moon, as though he might shatter the eternal universe.

"Dao Yi, attack together!" the Buddhist Sect Fangzhang shouted.

"That's right! What are you waiting for?" the Haoran Academy Master said angrily.

Dao Yi shook his head and said, "Although Zhang Fan has been expelled from the sect, he was once a disciple of the Qingshan Sect after all. I won't attack him. This is already the greatest leniency I can offer..."

"You..." The Buddhist Sect Fangzhang was furious.

Zhang Fan glanced at Dao Yi. That fellow had been watching the battle from the sidelines all this time, making him faintly uneasy. Since Dao Yi had no intention of attacking, he no longer needed to hold back. He attacked once more, charging toward the others.

"Let's see how you defend against this!" Zhang Fan charged at the Ghost Emperor and slammed a fist into his face. The Ghost Emperor flew sideways for more than a hundred meters.

"And you..."

Zhang Fan threw two more punches at the Buddhist Sect Fangzhang. Even the