Yao Chen Possessed Him to Forcefully Break the Move; Nalan Yanran, Defeated, Sought to Take Her Own Life

In the training ground, the two had already exchanged more than thirty rounds.

Nalan Yanran grew more fluent as the battle continued.

The Flying Catkin Movement Technique left streaks of afterimages across the training ground. Her attacks came from increasingly tricky angles, and every thrust of her sword accurately targeted the weakest points in Xiao Yan's Dou Qi defenses.

Xiao Yan's coarse cloth clothes had gained seven or eight tears, while two shallow sword wounds on his forearm steadily seeped blood.

He panted heavily, leaning on the Heavy Xuan Ruler as his arm trembled slightly.

"Xiao Yan can't hold on any longer," Yao Ye said calmly.

Yao Yue widened her eyes and asked in a small voice:

"Is it over already? He's so weak!"

Jia Xing Tian said nothing, merely shaking his head slightly.

In the training ground, Xiao Yan suddenly let out a low roar and shot forward.

Eight Extremities Collapse!

His fist was wrapped in crimson Dou Qi, its hidden force stacking to the sixth layer as it struck directly at Nalan Yanran.

There was nothing flashy about this punch. It was simply strength shattering finesse.

Nalan Yanran paused, lowered the tip of her sword, and flicked out a stream of azure gale force from her fingertips.

Thousand Wind Gale.

Several spiraling wind blades shot toward him, striking Xiao Yan's fist head-on.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The hidden force collided with the wind blades. Xiao Yan's fist was knocked off course, and he was sent two steps back by the impact.

Yet he gritted his teeth and used the momentum of his retreat to grasp the Heavy Xuan Ruler with both hands and raise it high.

The flames around the ruler suddenly surged. A massive crimson ruler beam, carrying scorching waves of heat, came crashing down upon her.

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