Chapter Eighty-four: Bitter Battle

  "You should have some awesome stuff on you, right?" The two of them walked along the road, Xiao Fang's eyes flickered slightly as he leaned in to ask Little Fatty.

  "No way." Little fatty heard this and quickly covered his wallet, shaking his head firmly.

  Xiao Fan sighed and his face was filled with a look of loss. "We're done for, if you really don't have anything to save our lives, then our little lives won't be saved today."

  "What do you mean?"; Xiao Pangzi's face changed slightly as he looked around, he had initially thought that Xiao Fan was going to intentionally harm his treasure, but now after hearing Xiao Fan's tone, he suddenly understood that what Xiao Fan said must have a good reason.

  "Take a good look at what's behind you." Xiao Fan said.

  Xiao Pangzi heard this and released his divine consciousness. Sure enough, he saw Yang Ming sneaking behind him. His face suddenly changed: "How did this bastard follow us?"

  "It's definitely not an invitation to drink with us." Xiao Fan rolled his eyes and said: "If you don't have any treasures on you that can stop this guy, I'm afraid we're both in a bit of danger."

  Xiao Fan could sense that Yang Ming's cultivation was vast and profound, having already reached the peak of the Condensed Spirit Realm, and with his current realm, he was definitely not a match for him.

  "What are you waiting for? Run faster!" Little fatty heard this and took off in a mad dash.

  "Idiot, if we run now, aren't we just telling that bastard behind us that we've discovered him?" Xiaofan saw this and was slightly stunned, then helplessly smiled and followed in pursuit.

  Yang Ming, who was secretly following Xiao Fang and Xiao Pangzi, suddenly saw the two rushing forward frantically. He immediately understood that his figure had been exposed. Then, with a fierce glint in his eyes, he coldly laughed: "Anyway, you're quite far from the wine tower. You'd better run faster, or else you'll waste my time."

  Yang Ming's figure suddenly rose into the air and flew towards Xiao Fan and Little Fatty in pursuit.

  Yang Ming, as a strong practitioner at the peak of the Concentrated Spirit Realm, flew through the air at a speed that was much faster than Xiao Fan and Little Fatty's, but it would only take him a moment to catch up with them.

  "He's catching up, you'd better run ahead yourself, he won't chase after you." Xiao Fang said to the little fatty with a flicker of unknown light in his eyes.

  "Damn it!" After hearing Xiao Fan's words, the little fatty suddenly burst out with a loud curse and shouted: "Xiao Fan, you bastard! Is Young Master the kind of coward who would abandon his brothers to save his own life? You're insulting Young Master's dignity!"

  Upon hearing Xiao Pangzi's furious roar, Xiao Fan didn't get angry, but instead revealed a smile. Xiao Pangzi's words were like a warm current flowing through his heart, and the fact that they had been inseparable in life and death was what truly made them good brothers!

  "You guys go ahead and run, I want to see how you two can outrun me." The two were distracted by their conversation for a split second, and Yang Ming had already caught up with them. He stood in front of them, his body radiating an aura of murder as he glared at the pair.

  "You little rascal didn't run away first, now none of you can escape, right?" Xiao Fang spread his hands and said helplessly to the little fatty.

  The little fatty had an innocent look on his face, "How was I supposed to know this guy could run so fast?" At this moment, he didn't have the furious expression from before.

  "Whatever, it's just one battle." Xiao Fan sighed, but the other party was a top-notch expert at the peak of the Concentrated Spirit Realm, and he didn't stand a chance.

  With the Cold Iron Sword in hand, Xiao Fan's entire demeanor changed instantly, the lazy air that was originally on his body disappeared at this moment, and a sharp sword aura rose from his body.

  The little fatty also took out a bright red long sword in his hand and muttered: "I don't know if the power of the 'Liyang Xi Tian Jian Jue' that the old man taught is as fierce as he said, or whether I can cut down this bastard with my sword."

  "It's truly 'the ignorant are fearless', you will never know how great the gap between us is. Never mind, today I'll be kind and let you understand."

  Yang Ming sneered and slapped a palm towards Xiao Fan and Little Fatty, the true yuan force at the peak of the Condensation stage actually condensed into a huge dark blue palm print that slapped towards the two.

  The dark blue palm print was extremely large, and in the eyes of Xiao Fan and Xiaobao, it seemed to block out the sky and sun. Wherever the palm print passed, the void emitted a "zizi" sound, and the water vapor in the air actually froze into dark blue ice crystals that fell down.

  "Cultivator of Frost Attribute, Frost Palm."

  Yang Ming was a cultivator of the Ice Attribute, and this palm strike was his full-strength attack. He was naturally ruthless, and every time he made a move, it was with all his might. Often, when others still had thoughts of probing, his full-strength attack would annihilate his opponent in one go.

  Even if Yang Ming looked down on Xiao Fan and Little Fatty's cultivation in his heart, he still went all out, and even used such a dazzling palm, just to make Xiao Fan and Little Fatty lose all hope and feel powerless. What he liked most was seeing the desperate and helpless look in his opponents' eyes before they died, that look made him feel a sense of control over life and death, as if he were a god of killing.

  With a slap of his palm, Yang Ming stood in mid-air, with a cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have seen the desperate expressions on Xiao Fan and Little Fatty's faces, and then the two were slapped into ice crystals by him.

  However, a moment later, the cold smile at the corner of Yang Ming's mouth suddenly froze, and he looked incredulous at the front.

  "Water and fire are not compatible, but today I'll show you how fire can melt your ice." The little fatty sneered, unleashing the "Blazing Sun Devouring Heaven Sword Technique". His entire body seemed to transform into a proud sun, and the dark blue icy palm that met the blazing sunlight actually started to melt bit by bit.

  "The Blazing Sun Devouring Heaven Sword Manual" was Xiaopang's achievement over the past three months, a supreme sword manual passed down by his master. Unfortunately, Xiaopang was lazy in his cultivation and after three months of practice, he had only cultivated less than half of the fire element in this supreme sword manual.

  Xiao Fan stood quietly, his entire being entering a state of emptiness, and when the dark blue palm print approached him, he let out a loud roar, and the Cold Iron Sword instantly left its scabbard.

  *panting*

  "Drawing Sword Technique."

  When will the Cold Iron Sword be unsheathed?

  When he returned to the sheath, even Yang Ming, who was considered a top master in the Condensed Spirit Realm, couldn't see clearly, but he felt that his palm had been melted by Xiao Pangzi's fierce yang energy into six or seven layers, and finally only two or three layers of power were left, which were cut open by Xiao Fan with one sword.

  "I'd like to see how many of my palms you can block." Yang Ming sneered, and in his heart, a nameless anger rose up. Just now, he had used all his strength for that one palm, but it was broken by the combined efforts of Xiao Pangzi and Xiao Fan, who seemed to have done so with ease.

  Bang bang bang...

  In a fit of rage, Yang Ming struck palm after palm with all his might, and in an instant, Xiao Fang and Little Fatty were both covered in layers of dark blue palm prints all over their bodies.

  Scorching sun devouring the sky.

  The little fatty roared in anger, his hand grasping the magic seal, as the crimson long sword transformed into a rapidly spinning giant sun to block the countless palm prints.

  At the same time, a flash of light appeared on Xiaopang's hand, and a pair of crimson boxing gloves were taken out from his brow and put on his hands.

  Fists clenched in his hands, the little fatty was instantly enveloped by a blazing red flame, as if he had transformed into a fire god of war, punching out fist after fist.

  Xiao Fan's face changed, his killing intent was palpable, his sword energy soared into the sky, his sword techniques rotated rapidly, and in an instant he struck out with dozens of swords, each one imbued with Xiao Fan's full strength, containing not only his yuan power but also his physical martial arts.

  "The gap between us is something you can never imagine." Yang Ming sneered, seeing the layers of palm prints surrounding Xiao Fan and Little Fatty, he still didn't give up, and with a flick of his wrists, the long sword behind him was unsheathed, revealing an icy blue aura-emitting ice sword.

  This is Wan Zai Xuan Bing Jian.

  "Go die."

  In the midst of cold laughter, Wan Zai's Xuanbing Sword bore the true yuan force of a peak expert in the Condensed Divine Realm, and with all his might, he slashed down at Xiao Fan with a single sword that pierced through the void.

  "Splendid Sword Shadow"

  Xiao Fan's face changed greatly, and with all his might, he slashed out a sword, a sword light split into two in the air, and the two splits became four.

  Four sword lights bearing Xiao Fang's full-strength four-fold power met the Xuanbing Sword.

  Hehehe...

  The Wan Zai Xuan Bing Sword is an existence of a top-grade treasure that is second only to the Spirit Artifact, carrying the powerful strength of Yang Ming's peak state of mind, even ordinary peak state of mind masters would be unable to withstand it unscathed, let alone Xiao Fan.

  "...Clang! The four sword lights carrying four times the power of Xiao Fan were instantly extinguished like moths flying into a flame, and the Frost Iron Sword in Xiao Fan's hand was also cut off by Wan Zai Xuanbing Sword."

  "Ah..."

  Just as the Wan Zai Xuanbing Sword was about to strike Xiao Fan's body, Xiao Fan suddenly let out a loud shout and a flying knife with extremely mysterious power blocked the Wan Zai Xuanbing Sword.

  "Six Spirits Divine Sword."

  Xiao Fan's spiritual power, which had already liquefied into a small lake in the Spiritual Sea, was completely poured out, bringing out the 'Six Spirits Divine Sword' to counterattack.

  "Interesting, you can actually block my sword with your dual wielding swords? Unfortunately, today is the day you'll be defeated."

  Yang Ming sneered, his hand pinched the sword finger, and suddenly, the Wan Zai Xuan Bing Sword's power surged violently, a powerful sword intent burst through the void, slashing down towards Xiao Fan.

  Yang Ming was able to occupy the first place in the outer gate because he had a strong sword intent, as early as five years ago, he had already understood the sword intent, after cultivating for five years, his sword intent had become very powerful, under the support of this strong sword intent, the power of this sword doubled.

  Crunch...

  Xuan Tie's flying knife shattered inch by inch and turned into powder that fell to the ground. Xiao Fan's expression changed greatly, his forehead bulged with blue veins, and he pinched a spell with both hands. Suddenly, a flying sword condensed from spiritual energy slowly appeared, replacing the original flying knife, blocking Wan Zai's Xuan Bing Sword.

  The same sword intent surged into the void, this sword intent was even stronger and more refined, but still not as strong as Yang Ming's sword intent.

  "He actually cultivated sword intent too." Yang Ming looked at Xiao Fang with some unexpected surprise, and then coldly sneered: "What's the use of cultivating sword intent? You'll definitely die anyway."

  Wan Zai's Xuanbing sword slashed down, and even with Xiao Fan's extraordinary spiritual power, he couldn't withstand it. The spiritual sword slowly shattered, followed by a dull hum, and Xiao Fan flew backward, bleeding from all seven orifices.

  Xiao Fan

  Seeing Xiao Fan severely injured, Xiaopang's face changed drastically, and with a loud roar, he didn't defend himself, but instead charged towards Xiao Fan.

  Xiao Pangzi was already by Xiao Fan's side and he exerted himself to move quickly, catching Xiao Fan who had flown out backwards in an instant.

  "What a deep brotherly love." Yang Ming remained unmoved, smiling coldly.

  "Hurry up and go..."

  Xiao Fan's face changed greatly, he didn't expect the little fatty to risk his life to save him, and he wanted to push the little fatty away, but at this moment, he had no strength in his body, only feeling an unbearable headache, as if all his bones were shattered.

  Die.

  Yang Ming's eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of going crazy. At this moment, he had forgotten all about the rules, and only thought about beheading Xiao Fan and Little Fatty.

  Ten thousand loads of mysterious ice sword swiftly slash downwards....