"Stop yelling, it sounds worse than a donkey's braying." Jiang Fan continued his taunting mode.
I'm going to kill you!
After shouting, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice immediately drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Jiang Fan simply raised his hand, and the arrow that had been shot changed direction, hurtling towards the Holy Son with even greater speed.
"Holy Son, be careful!"
The Late-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist swiftly made a move, grabbing the arrow in one hand.
The arrow missed by a hair's breadth; it would have pierced the saint's skull.
Kill him! Kill him right now!
"Yes!"
Upon receiving the order, the Late-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist immediately attacked Jiang Fan.
"Then I'll deal with you first." Jiang Fan showed no fear as he charged forward.
Blades clashed, sparks flew.
With the support of his Psychic Power, Jiang Fan was in no way at a disadvantage.
This terrifying combat power fueled the Holy Son of the Church of Justice's desire to kill Jiang Fan to its peak.
" Big Black!" Jiang Fan seized the opportunity to summon Big Black.
"Ha! You dare to release a Three Star demonic beast? I can't even blow it to death with one breath." The Late-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist said disdainfully.
" Big Black, breathe fire on him and kill him," Jiang Fan said.
"Woof woof." Big Black immediately flapped its wings, and the fierce wind carrying scorching flames turned everything it passed into a charred black.
Feeling the heat wave rushing towards him, the Late-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist's pupils, which were reddened by the heat, suddenly dilated to their maximum size.
Although he didn't think the flames could seriously injure him, they would be enough to give him a run for his money if he didn't dodge them.
What is this?
Mutant monster!
And it's not just any ordinary mutated monster!
Inside a folded space.
The large peach tree, which was resting behind closed doors, suddenly sensed something and abruptly opened its eyes.
Even the Little Turtle that were digging the pond stopped what they were doing.
They all looked in one direction.
"It's Little Bird!"
" The Second's aura!"
Peach Fruit Old Man wished he could spring up from the ground. "That fellow with the aura of the Second has always been by Master's side. Now that Big Black is here, it means Master is here too!"
"Wait! Master summoned Big Black, has he encountered some danger? With Master's current weak strength, I'm afraid he can't protect himself."
The Peach Fruit Old Man grew increasingly anxious as he spoke, so much so that sap oozed from the tree.
" Fourth, hurry and save our master!"
Seeing that the Little Turtle didn't seem to want to move, the Peach Fruit Old Man lashed it with a branch, making it jump around and howl.
"I'll go, I'll go, okay?"
Under the violent methods of Peach Fruit Old Man, the Little Turtle had no choice but to compromise and quickly flew towards the direction from which the Big Black aura had come.
On Jiang Fan's side, the battle continues.
However, unlike before, with the help of Big Black, Jiang Fan has gained a firm advantage.
The Late-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist was covered in wounds and even burned so badly that his clothes were barely covering him; he looked as disheveled as could be.
"It's over," Jiang Fan said calmly.
Before the Late-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist could react, he was pierced through from behind by Spirit Weapon that emerged from the ground.
Dead beyond dead.
Jiang Fan didn't even glance at the other person; instead, his gaze shifted and landed on the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
The sight of this made the Holy Son freeze on the spot, his blood seemingly freezing.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if he saw his own corpse in Jiang Fan's eyes.
"No, no! I can't die, I won't die, I am the reincarnation of the Holy Lord! You can't kill me!"
The holy son panicked and stumbled back several steps before turning and running away.
"Trying to run? Too late."
Jiang Fan controlled his Spirit Weapon to stab towards the back of the Holy Son's head.
"You brat, how dare you!"
The sudden roar caused the Spirit Weapon to instantly lose all its power and plummet to the ground.
At the same time, the shock was so great that Jiang Fan's eardrums felt like they were about to burst, his brain was buzzing, and he felt dizzy.
He was intimately familiar with this kind of pressure and aura.
So even though the other person hadn't appeared yet, just from this sense of familiarity, he knew that the person must be Ninth Rank Martial Artist!
The body's actions are far faster than the brain's.
Before Jiang Fan could even process this shocking news in his mind, his body had already sped off, mounting Big Black and riding away.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
Big Black also used all his strength, pushing his power to the limit.
Jiang Fan's brain was also working at lightning speed.
Judging from the aura just now, he should be a Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist.
Speaking of the two experts brought by the Holy Son of the Church of Justice, one is Middle Stage of the Ninth Rank Martial Artist, and the other is Early-Stage Ninth Rank.
Lu Chengjun stopped the two of them at that time.
The sudden appearance of a Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist must be one of those two experts from before.
" Principal Lu, Principal Lu, why didn't you stop him properly? You actually let one of them get away! This is Ninth Rank Martial Artist! Even if I used all my trump cards, I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough for him to slap me."
etc!
Hidden cards?
Jiang Fan suddenly remembered something very important.
There's still one trump card in the system that we haven't used yet.
However, the system told him at the time that using his trump card would have side effects.
Therefore, he never considered using this trump card to save his life.
He is now facing a life-or-death crisis, and if there is really no other way, he will have no choice but to use it.
Just as Jiang Fan was making this decision, an incredibly terrifying pressure suddenly swept over him.
" Jiang Fan, I'll see you on your way!"
grass!
They caught up so quickly!
System, fast--
Before his thoughts could be fully conveyed, his throat was seized by Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist had caught up with him.
If the other party were to make a single move to break him, his life would be completely over.
System, hurry... hurry and unlock your life-saving trump card.
[Yes, Master, here's your trump card for survival.]
As the system's voice faded, Jiang Fan's consciousness vanished abruptly, his pupils dilated, and all light disappeared.
"You little brat, die!"
The Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist twisted the hand that was gripping the neck.
It couldn't be pried open.
"Um?"
With continued force, it snapped open again.
It still couldn't be pried open.
What happened?
Before he could figure out what was going on, Jiang Fan's pupils had already regained their luster.
But it was completely different from before.
Compared to his usual composure and indifference, his gaze was now even more detached.
That indifference didn't come from one's temperament, but from a deep-seated arrogance, a condescending look down on those who are insignificant ants.
He slowly raised his hand, grabbed the wrist of the Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist, and pulled away.
The entire set of movements was so effortless, as if it were not the wrist of Early-Stage Ninth Rank master, but rather the movement of a feather.
"This--this--you--you--"
The Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist was so terrified that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. His once arrogant eyes were now filled with horror.
Looking at the boy before him, he no longer felt the superiority that once held sway over the other's life and death; instead, he only wanted to escape.
"Roll."
Jiang Fan uttered a single word, Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist was sent flying by a tremendous impact, crashing through hundreds of trees before finally coming to a stop.