Hundreds of First Rank and Second Rank righteous messengers died on the spot.
After losing their opponents, the Zhou Family who were fighting them all went completely mad.
This—this is Spirit Master!
The rarest existence in the world!
Previously, they only knew that Psychic Power was amazing, but they had never experienced it so deeply and personally as they did now.
So that's why Spirit Master are so awesome!
Jiang Fan's intervention brought the intense battle to a standstill, as if a pause button had been pressed.
While everyone was deeply shocked, Jiang Fan's condition was actually not very good.
He had already been pierced by Pseudo Spirit Weapon, and the fact that he had just been pulled and tugged by the black-robed elder and Zhou Lingxing, two Ninth Rank High Stage Martial Artist, had aggravated his injuries.
Now, with hundreds of first and second-rank Martial Artist being simultaneously killed using Psychic Power, his head was throbbing and his body felt like it was about to be torn apart.
If it weren't for the mud smeared on his face, he would probably have been as pale as paper.
Hehehe... hehehe...
Zhou Zhengjiao's eyes gleamed with the light of Thunderbolt.
The Brother Thigh he chose is awesome; he might even surpass his dad in the future.
The old man in the black robe had a face as black as ink, and his whole body exuded killing intent.
Although First Rank and Second-Rank Martial Artist aren't worth much, losing so many at once is definitely painful.
Damn it! You will die today!
Just as the old man in black robes was about to make another move, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked in a certain direction in the sky.
Zhou Lingxing also noticed the abnormality and looked up at the sky.
A few seconds later, a black dot appeared faintly on the distant horizon. The dot grew larger and larger at a visible speed, gradually taking on a human shape.
" Jin Changfeng!"
Zhou Lingxing and the old man in black robes recognized the newcomer almost simultaneously.
Jin Changfeng, the head of the Jin Family, is also Ninth Rank High Stage Martial Artist.
Jin Changfeng stood in mid-air, looking down at the people below. After surveying the area, his gaze finally landed on Zhou Lingxing.
"I thought your Zhou Family would suffer devastating casualties against the Church of Justice, but I didn't expect the Church of Justice to lose so many people. Old Zhou, I didn't realize your Zhou Family was so powerful. I thought your Zhou Family members would be like you back then, all shamelessness and no talent."
"Hmph! I think you're just jealous. Back then, Brother Thigh only let me cling to his coattails, he didn't give you any chance at all," Zhou Lingxing retorted irritably.
"Me, jealous of you? Back in Qingwu, we were both there. I was the captain of the team representing our school in the Five-School League, a true star, while you were the captain of the support and cheerleading squad. We were both captains, but the difference between us was like night and day. Why would I be jealous of you?"
"Yes, our talents were worlds apart, but in the end, I defeated you in the Five-School League in our senior year, became the team captain, and even advanced to the Ninth Rank High Stage Martial Artist before you. Hahaha—is this what they call the wheel of fortune turning?"
Just as the two were exchanging sarcastic remarks, a loud shout suddenly rang out.
"Enough!"
The one who spoke was the old man in black robes who had been ignored by the two.
"Are you done arguing? If you're done, then--"
"None of your business!" Zhou Lingxing and Jin Changfeng shouted in unison, then continued arguing.
These two have always been like this; they usually never speak to each other, but since they are both in Fortress No. 1, they inevitably run into each other. Whenever they do meet, they start arguing, arguing so loudly that everyone nearby scatters like birds in the forest.
Fine, fine! Keep arguing!
The black-robed elder's anger was suppressed to the extreme. His sharp gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Fan, and the next second, he rushed towards Jiang Fan's direction.
Jiang Fan wanted to escape, but he was currently being targeted by Ninth Rank High Stage Martial Artist and had no chance of escaping whatsoever.
In a flash, Zhou Lingxing and Jin Changfeng simultaneously stopped arguing and, with lightning speed, appeared in front of Jiang Fan, striking out with their palms at the black-robed elder.
"Bang!"
Two against one.
There was absolutely no suspense.
The old man in black robes staggered and took several steps backward.
He clutched his chest, a surge of rage welling up inside him.
" Jin Changfeng! This has nothing to do with you, why are you helping the Zhou Family!"
"Let me explain. I'm not doing this for the Zhou Family; I've only come to rescue someone at the request of a noble person."
Not long ago, Jin Changfeng received a call from the Crazy Old Man.
The Crazy Old Man worried that the Zhou Family alone might not be able to protect Jiang Fan, and at least it would be difficult to ensure that Jiang Fan wouldn't lose a single hair.
Although he knew that young people needed more experience, after the last beast tide incident, he felt his unparalleled status in Jiang Fan's heart. It was from that time that he couldn't help but feel sorry for this stubborn but soft-hearted disciple, and even treated him like his own grandson.
Out of concern for Jiang Fan, he called Jin Changfeng again.
This guy had wanted to curry favor with me before, but he wasn't as sweet-talking as Zhou Lingxing, nor was he as pleasing to the eye as Zhou Lingxing, so I never gave him a chance.
This time, he planned to give the other party a chance, a chance to curry favor with Jiang Fan.
The old man in black robes didn't know who the important person Jin Changfeng was referring to was, but Zhou Lingxing immediately recognized the name.
"Did Brother Thigh send you?"
Jin Changfeng raised his chin smugly; the answer was self-evident.
"Impossible! Brother Thigh only has me as his leg accessory. He used to look down on you, and now that you've gotten so fat and don't take care of yourself, Brother Thigh definitely look down on you even more. How could he possibly agree to let you be his leg accessory?"
Zhou Lingxing refused to believe it, even in death.
"Yes, he didn't agree to let me be his leg accessory, but he promised my grandson that if I saved that Intermediate Psychic, he would give my grandson a chance to be that Intermediate Psychic's leg accessory."
As Jin Changfeng spoke, he glanced at Jiang Fan, his eyes filled with anticipation.
From his previous conversation with the Crazy Old Man, he guessed the relationship between the person the Crazy Old Man asked him to save and the Crazy Old Man himself.
What kind of taste does that Crazy Old Man have? He doesn't even think much of Ye Qizhen, so you can imagine how extraordinary the talent of his apprentice must be.
The two didn't try to hide their conversation from Jiang Fan. If Jiang Fan couldn't guess who the important person they were talking about was, he might as well not have a brain.
Indeed, only Crazy Old Man in this world has the ability and the heart to save him.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
The old man in black robes, unable to contain himself any longer, howled, once again interrupting their conversation.
He was ignored once again, how could he not be furious?
"Today, I will personally kill this Advanced Psychic in front of you all!"
"Huh? Advanced Psychic?" Jin Changfeng blinked, staring blankly at Jiang Fan. "Wasn't he Intermediate Psychic? How come he's Advanced Psychic? Is there a mistake? Or--"
"There's no mistake. The guy you asked to protect is the one Brother Thigh. He's not Intermediate Psychic, but Advanced Psychic."