Fang Han The three of them looked at each other, quickened their steps, and quickly rushed towards where the crowd was gathering.
After squeezing through the crowd of onlookers, the sight in front of him made Fang Han's eyes slightly condensed.
Seven young disciples wearing Azure Profound Sect disciple uniforms fell to the ground. Some were clutching their chests and moaning, and some were bleeding from the corners of their mouths. They were all obviously injured.
And in the center of these people, a figure wearing Nether Pavilion True Disciple clothing was stepping on one of the Azure Profound Sect disciples with one foot.
It is Yin Huang.
He stood with his hands behind his back, exerting slight pressure on his feet.
The Azure Profound Sect disciple who was stepped on by him suddenly let out a suppressed groan, his face turned red, and he struggled hard to get up.
But it was like being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move at all.
"Azure Profound Sect, that's all you have?"
Yin Huang There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept over the seven people lying on the ground condescendingly. His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Seven people are not even qualified to let me take action seriously. Are they worthy enough to participate in monster hunting?"
The Azure Profound Sect disciple under his feet was trembling with shame and anger. He grabbed the ground with both hands and dug his nails into the cracks of the bricks, but he still couldn't free his foot.
"Isn't this too cruel?"
"This is nothing. Nether Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect are not dealt with in the first place. It is common for them to strike hard."
"That's what I say, but it's too bullying."
Yin Huang Listening to the discussions around him, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more public.
Nether Pavilion where he worked had a grudge against the Azure Profound Sect. In addition, he ambushed Fang Han on the official road that day. Not only did he fail to capture Fang Han, but he was forced to escape. He already had a bad breath in his heart.
I met these Azure Profound Sect disciples on the street today, and the evil fire in my heart was instantly ignited, and I decided to take it out on these ordinary disciples.
"You..."
The Azure Profound Sect disciple who was stepped on struggled to raise his head, staring at Yin Huang with red eyes and a hoarse voice.
"Kill us if you dare! How can we be so humiliated?"
"Kill you?"
Yin Huang sneered and put a little more force on his feet. The disciple immediately groaned and his face turned red.
"Killing you is too easy for you. I want you to remember that anyone who sees me, Nether Pavilion, had better take a detour."
At this moment, a Azure Profound Sect disciple who was lying on the ground suddenly rose from the ground and slapped Yin Huang with his palm.
He was slightly injured and had been waiting for an opportunity. At this moment, he finally found an opening to take action.
"Huh?"
Yin Huang raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and casually clapped his left hand in the air.
A condensed palm print shot out of the air, carrying a biting cold wind, and went straight to the chest of the disciple.
Although this palm did not use his full strength, with his early cultivation level of Fourth Grade, if it were true, this disciple of the Azure Profound Sect, who had only the cultivation level of Seventh Rank, would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
At the moment when the palm print was about to hit this disciple--
A green shadow flashed like a ghost, standing between this disciple and Yin Huang.
"Bang!"
There was a dull explosion.
This condensed palm print struck a long sword that was still in the sheath. It instantly collapsed and turned into wisps of black air that spread out in all directions.
The one who took action was naturally Fang Han who came over.
Yin Huang's pupils suddenly shrank, and the pride and arrogance on his face solidified at this moment.
"Fang...Fang Han?!"
His voice rose unconsciously, with a trace of unconcealable fear.
The news that Duan Wuya was seriously injured at the hands of Fang Han has already spread within the Nether Pavilion.
Who is Duan Wuya?
Prodigy Ranking Forty-fifth, after taking Blood Jade Coral, the strength is infinitely close to Third Grade.
Even a being like that was seriously injured at the hands of Fang Han, let alone the 82nd Prodigy Ranking?
Without any hesitation, he made a decision almost as soon as he saw Fang Han's face clearly -
Withdraw!
He suddenly retracted his foot that was on the Azure Profound Sect disciple, and retreated backwards so fast that only an afterimage was left behind.
However, Fang Han will let him get his wish?
"You want to leave after you are so arrogant?"
Fang Han looked calm, and Cloudsplitter Sword immediately unsheathed.
He didn't even perform any exquisite sword moves, he just simply slashed through the air with one sword.
A condensed cyan Sword Qi shot out of the air, arriving first and slashing straight at Yin Huang.
Yin Huang's face changed drastically. From this sword, he felt the threat of death.
He roared angrily, and the Internal Qi in the initial stage of Fourth Grade in his body exploded without reservation. He thrust out both palms, and two condensed black palm prints faced the cyan Sword Qi.
"Boom--!"
Sword Qi collided with the palm print, and a dull explosion erupted.
In the next moment, the two palm prints were torn apart by Sword Qi like paper. The cyan Sword Qi continued its momentum and slashed hard at Yin Huang's chest and abdomen.
"Pfft--!"
Yin Huang groaned, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer. He vomited blood and flew backwards.
It hit the ground several feet away and rolled several times before stopping.
He struggled to get up, but found that his whole body was in severe pain, the energy and blood in his body were churning, the internal energy was disordered, and he had been seriously injured.
If he hadn't practiced <Black Baleful Art> Horizontal Training skills and his physical body was far superior to that of a warrior of the same level, he would have been seriously injured by this sword.
Before he could catch his breath, his eyes blurred, and a green shadow appeared in front of him like a ghost.
Fang Han lowered his head and looked at the embarrassed Yin Huang on the ground.
Without saying a word, he just raised his foot and stepped on Yin Huang's chest.
The force was not heavy, but Yin Huang felt as if he was being pressed down by a mountain and could no longer move.
There was dead silence all around.
Everyone was stunned by this rapid change of situation.
Yin Huang, who was so arrogant just now and stepped on the Azure Profound Sect's disciples, was now stepped on in the same way.
Moreover, this man only used one sword to make Yin Huang, the 82nd ranked Prodigy Ranking, vomit blood and fly backwards, without the ability to fight back.
"This... this is too..."
Someone swallowed hard, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
More people stared at the green-robed figure with their eyes wide open.
"Who is that? Why are you so strong?"
"Fang Han! Azure Profound Sect True Disciple, Prodigy Ranking The thirty-sixth one!"
"Thirty-sixth? A full forty-six ranks higher than the eighty-second Yin Huang. No wonder Yin Huang can't even block a sword..."
"Yin Huang attacked Azure Profound Sect disciple, but he didn't expect Azure Profound Sect Tianjiao True Disciple Fang Han to be nearby. It's like kicking a brick wall."
The discussion surged like a tide, instantly flooding the area.
Yin Huang was lying on the ground, feeling the pressure from the foot on his chest, and listening to the harsh comments around him, his face turned blue and white.
Shame, anger, fear... all kinds of emotions surged in his heart.
He stared at Fang Han, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and he roared:
"Fang Han! You..."
"Shut up."
Fang Han spoke lightly and put a little force on his feet.
Yin Huang immediately groaned, and all the rest of his words were blocked.
He struggled hard, holding on to the ground with both hands, but still couldn't move at all.
The ground beneath him was forced into a shallow pit.
The surrounding Azure Profound Sect disciples who had fallen on the ground were already struggling to get up.
They looked at Yin Huang who was being stepped on by Fang Han, and then looked at Fang Han's calm face, and their mood suddenly became extremely joyful.
The disciple who was stepped on by Yin Huang spit on the ground and whispered:
"It seems that you are no different from me. In front of someone stronger than you, you can only be like a dead dog!"
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the crowd.
"Get out of the way!"
A deep voice sounded, and the crowd automatically separated into a channel.
A figure strode over.
This man looks to be in his twenties, wearing a black robe with dark silver patterns unique to the Nether Pavilion True Disciple. He has a handsome face, but there is a sinister air between his eyebrows.
It is Prodigy Ranking seventeenth, Nether Pavilion True Disciple--Meng Xian.
Meng Xian saw Yin Huang being stepped on by Fang Han at a glance, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on Fang Han. A hint of surprise flashed through his narrow eyes.
"Fang Han."
Meng Xian spoke with a deep voice.
Fang Han raised his eyes and looked at Meng Xian.
The two people's eyes met in the air, and there seemed to be real sparks flying.
"Let him go."
Meng Xian said lightly.
Fang Han didn't move or speak.
But that foot still firmly stepped on Yin Huang's chest, showing his attitude.
"Boom--"
Meng Xian's eyes flashed coldly, he raised his right hand and struck out with a palm from the air.
A palm print as black as ink shot out of the air, more than ten times more powerful than Yin Huang's palm just now.
Wherever the palm print passed, the air made a corrosive "sizzling" sound, and a chilly aura filled the air.
Fang Han's expression remained unchanged, Cloudsplitter Sword stood in front of him and slashed out from the air with a sword.
An extremely condensed cyan Sword Qi came out of the sword and collided with the dark palm print in mid-air.
"Boom--!!!"
There was a deafening explosion.
The two colors of jet black and dark blue light were wildly intertwined, eroded, and annihilated. The resulting shock wave was like a virtual tsunami, spreading crazily in all directions.
Wherever the shock wave passed, the green bricks on the ground were shattered inch by inch, a layer of them was scraped off, and rubble was shot out.
The crowd around them screamed and retreated, and a few people who were close to him were knocked to the ground by the air waves, and were in a miserable state.
Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the view.
After the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, everyone looked at the field again, only to see Fang Han and Meng Xian still standing on the same spot, facing each other more than ten feet apart.
The ground between the two of them was in a mess, with ravines and ravines, as if it had been plowed repeatedly by countless sharp blades.
Meng Xian's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise that was difficult to conceal.
Although the palm he just struck was not at full strength, it still had seven successes.
I originally thought it would be enough to force Fang Han back, at least enough to make Fang Han panic and ignore Yin Huang at his feet, enough to allow him to calmly rescue Yin Huang.
But he didn't expect that Fang Han was just a sword, and he blocked it lightly.
Half a year ago, the Azure Profound Sect disciple who was seriously injured under his palm and was unable to even catch one of his moves has now grown to such an extent.
He felt a little embarrassed on his face.
He Meng Xian is Prodigy Ranking seventeenth, and he can't even win against someone ranked thirty-sixth, so how can he save his face?
He took a deep breath, and the aura around his body began to rise.
This time, he was ready to go all out.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, his expression still calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of fighting spirit.
Half a year ago, he was seriously injured by Meng Xian's palm. If Yun Muyao hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.
He always kept this account in mind.
Since we met today, it's a good time to settle the old and new accounts together.
He also began to mobilize the Internal Qi, Cloudsplitter Sword in his body, and the cyan brilliance flowed around him, emitting a clear sword cry.
The atmosphere in the venue was tense and on the verge of breaking out.
The crowd around them held their breath and stared at the two figures in the field.
Everyone knows that this battle will be huge.
Just when the two were about to take action--
"Stop."
A dull voice sounded.