This sudden turn of events brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.
The female Deacon glanced in alarm at the still twitching corpse, severed in two, and followed the direction of the Sword Qi.
A figure in a green robe was rushing towards them from afar.
This person moved like the wind, with astonishing speed, and in just a few leaps, he had already reached the edge of the battlefield.
His green robe fluttered slightly, a long sword hung at his waist, and his face, though young, was as calm as still water.
She paused for a moment, then a barely concealed look of surprise appeared on her pale face.
"It's Fang Han... Fang True Disciple!"
Her voice was slightly hoarse, yet it clearly reached the ears of the surrounding Azure Profound Sect disciples.
" Fang Han is here!"
"It's Fang Han!"
The Azure Profound Sect disciples, who were struggling to hold on, suddenly brightened their previously dim eyes.
This name is now like a banner within the Azure Profound Sect.
Beginner stage for over two years, he ranked sixth on the Prodigy Ranking and killed You Xin, the eldest disciple of the Nether Pavilion.
Such a record is enough to inspire awe in the Azure Profound Sect disciple, and enough to give hope to any fellow disciple in dire straits.
" Fang Han..."
The other two Azure Profound Sect Deacon forced their opponents back, their gazes fixed on Fang Han's figure, and their tense nerves suddenly relaxed a little.
They knew that their lives might be spared today.
Unlike their excitement, the expressions of the Nether Pavilion's Deacon turned extremely ugly in that instant.
Fang Han.
This name is all too familiar to the people of the Nether Pavilion.
The True Disciple Gong Xing died at this boy's hands, as did the two Deacon Gao Xiao and Tu Gang. Duan Wuya injured, Meng Xian was defeated, and even Senior Brother You Xin died by this boy's sword.
And now, this god of death has appeared here.
"How could reinforcements arrive so quickly? And the person who came is Fang Han!"
The middle-aged Deacon, with a sinister face, gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse.
They clearly saw that Sword Qi just now.
With a single sword strike, he cleaved a Fourth Grade early-stage Deacon in two.
Even if it was a sneak attack, the fact that it could produce such an effect is enough to show that this kid's strength far exceeds their expectations.
What are you afraid of?
Another burly Deacon spoke in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the approaching figure.
"No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person!"
However, despite his words, a barely concealed sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.
The sinister Deacon's gaze swept over the three Azure Profound Sect Deacon who were already at their limit, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"You two, go and stop him!"
He pointed at the two Deacon and said sternly.
"The rest, join me in attacking with all our might, and take care of these three first!"
Before he could finish speaking, he lunged at the female Deacon.
The other two Deacon also suddenly sprang up and pounced on the other two Azure Profound Sect Deacon.
They knew that if they couldn't quickly resolve the three Azure Profound Sect Deacon today and then free up their forces to attack Fang Han, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The two Nether Pavilion Deacon who were named exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of fear in each other's eyes.
But things have come to this point, and they have no room to back down.
The two gritted their teeth, turned around at the same time, and faced the figure in the green robe who was rushing towards them.
" Fang Han, prepare to die!"
One of them shouted sharply, and his long sword transformed into a streak of lightning, severing Fang Han's head.
The other person swayed and moved to the side, a short sword flashing like a venomous snake's tongue as it stabbed towards Fang Han's waist and ribs.
The two worked together seamlessly, one facing forward and the other side, completely sealing off Fang Han's escape route.
However, Fang Han's steps did not falter in the slightest.
He merely raised his eyes, his gaze falling upon the Deacon.
That gaze was calm as still water, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Deacon.
The next moment--
The Cloudsplitter Sword was drawn.
A flash of sword light.
"Click--"
So fast was the swordsman's Deacon that he couldn't even see the sword's trajectory before he felt a sudden lightness in his hand.
He looked down and saw that the long sword that had been with him for many years was broken in two.
The broken blade spun out and landed several feet away in the soil, its blade still vibrating and humming.
His right hand, which held the knife, was split open at the base of his thumb, bleeding profusely, and his entire arm was so numb and tingly that he had almost lost all feeling in it.
Before he could react, the sword flashed again.
This time, it's my chest.
"Puff--!"
Blood spurted out.
The Deacon felt a chill in his chest. Looking down, he saw a deep, bone-revealing sword wound that cut diagonally from his left shoulder to his right rib, with blood gushing out like a fountain.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only let out a series of weak, hissing sounds.
The next moment, he collapsed limply to the ground.
From the Fang Han drew his sword to the moment the Fourth Grade deacon of the Nether Pavilion Deacon to the ground, only a single breath elapsed.
Just as the short Deacon thrust out his sword, the tip of which was still a foot away from Fang Han's waist, his companion fell into a pool of blood.
Fang Han's gaze was now fixed on him with icy coldness.
"You'll die!"
His pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Without thinking twice, he mustered all his strength to sheathe his sword and try to retreat.
But Fang Han's sword had already arrived.
It was still just a simple sword strike.
"Puff--"
The sword flashed, and the short-sword -Deacon felt a chill on his right arm.
Looking down, he saw that the arm that had been holding the short sword was severed at the elbow and lay at his feet.
Blood gushed out.
"Ah--!"
He let out a piercing scream and staggered backward.
However, he had only taken two steps back when Fang Han's second sword arrived.
A flash of sword light, and it swept across his neck.
The screams abruptly stopped.
The short-sworded Deacon's head flew high into the air, and the headless corpse, propelled by inertia, took two more steps forward before crashing to the ground.
One sword strike severely wounds, two sword strikes kill.
In just a few breaths, the two Nether Pavilion Deacon, both at the early Fourth Grade, had already died under Fang Han's sword.
The sounds of fighting on the battlefield suddenly fell silent at that moment.
The three Nether Pavilion Deacon who were rushing towards the Azure Profound Sect Deacon suddenly stopped.
They turned around, their gaze falling on the two corpses lying in pools of blood, and then on the figure in green robes standing with a sword in hand.
That young face, in their eyes at this moment, was like a demon ready to claim their lives.
"This... how is this possible?"
The sinister-looking Deacon murmured, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
They had heard how terrifying Fang Han was.
He killed Duan Wuya, defeated Meng Xian, and even the senior brother You Xin died by his sword.
But hearing about it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
The two Fourth Grade Deacon couldn't even last a single exchange against Fang Han.
Four swords.
Only four sword strikes.
The two Deacon were killed.
This level of strength has exceeded their expectations.
"Withdraw!"
Without hesitation, the sinister Deacon let out a sharp shout and turned to flee into the distance.
The other two Deacon seemed to snap out of their daze, turned around, and unleashed their full Body Movement, fleeing frantically in different directions.
They knew that given the strength Fang Han had just displayed, even if the three of them joined forces, they had absolutely no chance of winning.
Moreover, although the three Azure Profound Sect Deacon were seriously injured, they were not without the ability to fight.
Staying means certain death.
However, would the three Deacon the Azure Profound Sect let them have their way?
"Trying to leave?"
The middle-aged, beautiful female Deacon gritted her teeth, bracing her injured body, and unleashed a sword strike.
A sharp Sword Qi pierced through the air. Although its power was greatly reduced due to her serious injuries, it was still enough to slow down the sinister Deacon for a moment.
It was this momentary delay that gave Fang Han enough time.
"Whoosh--!"
Fang Han unleashed the full power of the < Windcloud Escape > technique, transforming into a pale blue streak of light.
The speed was astonishing, leaving only a distorted afterimage in the air.
In the blink of an eye, he had already darted behind the sinister Deacon.
The sinister Deacon turned deathly pale as he sensed the sudden, deadly approach from behind.
He tried his best to turn around and fight back, but although the female Deacon's Sword Qi did not harm him, it made him pause slightly and lose the initiative.
In that instant of hesitation, the Cloudsplitter Sword arrived.
"Puff--"
A flash of sword light.
It pierced through the back of the heart and exited through the front of the chest.
The sinister-looking Deacon froze abruptly as he looked down at the bloodstained tip of the sword on his chest.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.
The next instant, Fang Han drew his sword.
The body fell to the ground.
He killed him with a single sword strike.
"Whoosh!"
Without the slightest pause, Fang Han moved again.
This time, he lunged at the Deacon who was fleeing in another direction.
The Deacon had already escaped dozens of feet away when he heard the Break the Wind of wind breaking behind him. He turned around and saw the figure in green robes approaching him at a terrifying speed.
He was terrified and desperately channeled his Internal Qi, pushing his speed to the limit.
However, it was no use.
Fang Han's speed far surpassed his.
In just a few breaths, the figure in the green robe had caught up with him.
"Ah--"
Knowing he couldn't escape, the Deacon roared and turned to strike out with his palm.
The pitch-black palm print, carrying a chilling wind, aimed straight for Fang Han's face.
Fang Han didn't even dodge.
The Cloudsplitter Sword slashed out.
"Puff--"
As the sword flashed, the dark palm print was sliced open like paper and vanished without a trace.
The Sword Intent's momentum remained strong, slicing across the Deacon's neck.
Blood spurted out.
The Deacon's head flew high into the air, and the headless corpse, propelled by inertia, lurched forward a few more steps before crashing to the ground.
Another Nether Pavilion Deacon has died.
If he hadn't kept running away, he could have held out against Fang Han for longer, though at most he could have lasted one more move.
"You escaped pretty quickly!"
Fang Han sheathed his sword and looked in the last direction.
There, the last Deacon had already escaped dozens of feet away, his figure flashing rapidly among the trees, about to disappear from sight.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han lightly touched the ground with his toes and moved again.
When he unleashed the full power of < Windcloud Escape >, his speed was as fast as a bolt of blue lightning.
In just a few breaths, he had caught up with the Deacon.
Hearing the sound of wind behind him, the Deacon turned around and saw the figure in green robes almost within reach.
Despair flashed in his eyes, but it also ignited the last vestige of ferocity.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
He roared and turned around, striking out with both palms simultaneously.
Two jet-black palm prints, one after the other, aimed straight at Fang Han.
Fang Han didn't stop, and the Cloudsplitter Sword slashed twice in succession.
The first sword strike shattered the first palm print.
The second sword strike shattered the second palm print, Sword Intent remaining force aimed directly at the Deacon's heart.
The Deacon tried his best to dodge, but Fang Han's sword was too fast.
Before he could make any move, the sword tip had already pierced his heart.
"Puff--!"
The sword tip pierced through his chest and emerged through his back.
The Deacon looked down at the bloodstained sword tip on his chest, his eyes quickly losing their luster.