Boom—!
In an instant, the entire stretch of void where the many elites stood erupted into turmoil, twisting madly as streams of air ran wild, casting forth dazzling, blazing radiance. Yellow sand danced wildly across the ground, sweeping into one whirlwind after another!
Chen Fan's nine figures moved at once. Every one of them seemed like his true body, every sharp sword in their hands capable of hooking souls and claiming lives. They flashed like streaks of meteor light, making the hearts of countless elites tremble in terror and their hairs stand on end!
"Stop!" Atop the Ancient City's walls, several Human Emperor-level powerhouses could no longer remain seated. They shouted grimly as they gathered their true essence, hurling terrifying killing techniques at Chen Fan in an attempt to stop the battle—and take the life of the Nine Palaces Sect's successor while they were at it.
"Stay where you are!" Dugu Han had anticipated this. He brought two fingers together and swept them sharply through the air toward the Ancient City wall, as though an invisible colossal sword had slashed across the sky. In an instant, it shattered the techniques of several Human Emperor-level powerhouses. At the same time, the colossal sword became a solid wall of air, blocking heavily before them.
This was an overpowering strike, one that nearly cowed those Human Emperor powerhouses into submission.
Their expressions changed drastically. They simply could not imagine that Dugu Han's strength would be this formidable. He had long surpassed the ordinary late Foundation Spirit Stage and had practically set one foot into the Soul Division Stage.
"How could this be..." The two city lords stood blankly, unable to believe or accept the truth.
Several thousand years ago, when they had been successors of the Eight Trigrams Sword Sect, Dugu Han had