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"With only this level of strength, even if you go to the Ziyang Sect, you can only add a few more souls to the pile. Today, let me, from the Iron Sword Sect, take care of you and bury you here, so we won't have to trouble others later."
The mocking laughter of the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man echoed in the air, and Grandma Ji's expression turned somewhat strange.
She discreetly glanced at Fang Chen in the distance, whose calm demeanor concealed a clear chill. The odd look on her face deepened.
Although the younger generation of the Iron Sword Sect was quite formidable, with each of the four able to fight above their level, they were not weaker than ordinary Qi Boundary early-stage martial artists; in fact, one or two of them might even surpass that.
However, compared to Fang Chen, the gap was still quite apparent. In Grandma Ji's view, even if these four joined forces, they might not be a match for Fang Chen. Moreover, they were not just facing Fang Chen alone. Under such circumstances, if the four from Iron Sword Valley could escape, it would already be a blessing. The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man naively believed he could kill all three of Fang Chen's group; that was nothing short of a joke.
Watching the cold smile on the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's face as if he had already secured victory made Grandma Ji even more eager.
While she couldn't deal with him directly, it seemed quite satisfying to let all of Iron Sword Valley's people die before participating in Ziyang Sect's Entry Assessment at Purple Sun Mountain Range. With this thought, Grandma Ji's previously gloomy mood brightened considerably.
"Kill!"
The sound of swords slicing through the night broke the silence as the four youths from Iron Sword Valley shouted in unison, filled with chilling Killing Intent, rushing towards Fang Chen and his companions.
Iron Sword Valley was known for its sharp and powerful attacks; among martial artists of the same realm, few could match their offensive capabilities. The four were among the best of their generation in Iron Sword Valley. Although they were all at Body Refinement Realm Ninth Layer, each could contend with Qi Boundary opponents; one or two had even defeated early-stage Qi Boundary martial artists. This was why they still charged forward despite seeing Yaru reach Qi Boundary.
"These guys are really confident," Yaru said with a cold smile.
"Kill them all," Lian Yiyue said softly, her beautiful face showing determination. As she spoke, her gaze lightly swept over Fang Chen beside her.
Lian Yiyue knew very well that whether they could kill all four of these Iron Sword Valley fellows depended entirely on whether this young man was willing to act.
"Since they are so eager to reincarnate, how can we not send them off?" Fang Chen's lips curled slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face. He quietly watched the four young figures approaching with iron swords, their tall bodies exuding an air of indifference.
With Fang Chen's assurance, Yaru and Lian Yiyue visibly relaxed, their previously gloomy expressions brightening considerably. After all, what was there to be angry about when dealing with a group of unfortunate souls about to meet their end?
"Little One, it's up to you now," Yaru said with a gentle smile, winking at Fang Chen. Then, she moved swiftly, her energy locking onto one of the opponents before she struck decisively.
"I want one too," Lian Yiyue said as she gracefully followed in Yaru's footsteps. With her twin daggers dancing in the air, she unleashed a series of dazzling and powerful attacks, quickly intercepting another opponent.
As the most outstanding member of the Charming Immortal Sect's current generation, Lian Yiyue was certainly not just a pretty face.
With each of them taking down one opponent, only two of the Iron Sword Valley youths remained against Fang Chen alone.
It was two against one, and these were the two strongest among the younger generation of Iron Sword Valley facing an obscure individual. Was there any need to guess the outcome?
At least in the eyes of the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man, it was already a foregone conclusion. While still engaged in battle with Grandma Ji, he split his attention to observe the situation here, a cold smile appearing on his lips. What he failed to notice was that as he smirked, Grandma Ji's face was filled with mockery.
Even four people working together might not be enough to match Fang Chen; now that only two remained, it seemed even more hopeless.
You can still laugh now, but don't cry later.
Looking at the expression on the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's face, Grandma Ji thought maliciously.
"If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck. Next time, keep your eyes open and don't associate with people from Charming Immortal Sect." The two Iron Sword Valley youths flanked Fang Chen on either side, one of them coldly stating.
"Stop wasting time talking to him. Let's kill him quickly and then join forces to take down those two demonesses," said the other with a fierce killing intent.
Although the battlefields of Lian Yiyue and Yaru had erupted into fierce clashes, it was clear that no decisive outcome would emerge anytime soon. The only variable was their side. As long as the two of them could take down Fang Chen, they would be free to deal with Lian Yiyue and Yaru, who would then be easily slain one by one.
Of course, this was contingent on their ability to actually kill Fang Chen, rather than being killed by him instead.
"Are you sure that I'm the one with bad luck?" Fang Chen shook his head and said with a light laugh. As he spoke, he suddenly reached out his hands, one to the left and one to the right, aiming at the two youths from Iron Sword Valley.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out the moment Fang Chen extended his hands. Before his palms even reached them, an overwhelming force swept through the air like a tidal wave.
As Fang Chen's light laughter echoed in their ears, both youths from Iron Sword Valley were filled with shock. They gritted their teeth and swung their swords heavily towards Fang Chen's palms.
On one side was a powerful weapon infused with sharp Qi Energy, while on the other was merely a pair of fleshly palms. The clash between these two was clearly extremely unfair. Even as they witnessed the impending collision, the two youths, who had initially been astonished by Fang Chen's displayed strength, suddenly revealed a ruthless glint in their eyes. Their gazes towards Fang Chen now held mockery and disdain.
You may indeed be strong, even stronger than us by quite a margin. But to dare use your bare hands against iron swords? Isn't that courting death? The sharpness of an iron sword can shatter even a Qi Master's protective aura, let alone a pair of bare hands. Moreover, Fang Chen had not drawn any weapon; in their eyes, he was just a country bumpkin without any suitable tools.
They were among the most outstanding figures of the younger generation in Iron Sword Sect; how could they possibly lose to this bumpkin?
With this thought in mind, their confidence surged. However, almost in the next moment, the smiles on their faces froze completely. Before Fang Chen's palms even made contact with the swords, the iron swords began to tremble violently as an almost irresistible force surged through them.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled sounds echoed as the two youths from Iron Sword Valley could no longer hold onto their swords due to the overwhelming power surging from them. With flushed faces, both swords were sent flying far away.
"It seems that encountering me is your true misfortune," Fang Chen said nonchalantly as he clapped his hands lightly.
Using his own flesh and blood to collide with a powerful magical artifact, Fang Chen would naturally not do something so foolish. Even though he was confident, he knew that at his current stage, his body could not be harder than a powerful magical weapon, especially one as offensively potent as a sword. Therefore, he simply compressed his Qi Energy to the extreme and then suddenly unleashed it, causing an explosion that knocked back two young men from Iron Sword Valley without even touching their swords. They were forced to let go of their treasured swords, which they usually treated as a second life, sending them flying far away and embedding them into the ground.
"This guy's strength..." Upon witnessing this scene, both the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man in the distance and the other two young men from Iron Sword Valley who were engaged in battle with Lian Yiyue and Yaru changed their expressions drastically.
Easily defeating two opponents who could match mid-stage Qi Boundary disciples when working together, Fang Chen's displayed power was truly terrifying. This level of strength posed a complete threat to their existence.
"Run!" The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man shouted urgently. At the same time, he swung his sword wildly, unleashing waves of Vital Energy toward Grandma Ji. The sound of the sword's chant intensified, and his attack was more than doubled compared to before.
"Get lost!" He roared, no longer maintaining his previous calm demeanor or smirk. All that remained was anxiety.
"Now you're in a hurry? Too bad it's too late," Grandma Ji sneered. Faced with the sudden surge of Frenzy from the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man, she showed no signs of retreat. Instead, she quickly changed her hand seals to tightly bind him.
"Get away!" Not only the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man but also the two young men from Iron Sword Valley who were fighting Lian Yiyue and Yaru began to fight desperately.
Under the night sky, chilling sword chants accompanied by severe Qi Energy pierced through the air at this moment.
However, all of this seemed somewhat futile. Although Lian Yiyue and Yaru could not directly crush their opponents like Fang Chen did, it was still quite easy for them to entangle their foes given their similar levels of strength. Especially Yaru, who was already at mid-stage Qi Boundary, seemed to handle things effortlessly.
"Go!" In front of Fang Chen, the two Iron Sword Valley disciples who had been instantly defeated moved to escape into the distance.
One glance was enough to crush their spirits, and the iron sword in their hands was effortlessly knocked away by Fang Chen. The disparity in strength left them with no will to resist. After the loud shout from the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man, they began to flee in a frenzy.
"Hmm?" Fang Chen raised an eyebrow as he watched the two fleeing in a panic, moving in the opposite direction. He murmured to himself, "Did I let you go?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Fang Chen moved. By the time he finished the last word, he had already appeared beside one of the Iron Sword Valley Youths like a ghost.
"Don't worry, Fallen. Who told you not to open your eyes? Remember not to offend those you can't afford to offend in your next life," Fang Chen said lightly, echoing similar words back to the youth from Iron Sword Valley.
With that, he reached out and lightly pressed his palm against the young man's chest. Frenzied Qi Energy burst forth instantly, and without even glancing at the result, he turned and darted toward the other person.
Boom!
Just as Fang Chen left, a loud explosion suddenly erupted from the young man's chest. Blood gushed forth like a fountain from the wound. Then, with a thud, his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.
The hunt had not truly begun yet, but within the cold mountains of the Purple Sun Mountain Range, under the serene moonlight, death finally began to take its toll.
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