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Under the cover of night, a dazzling spray of blood erupted like a fountain, followed by a thick scent of blood that wafted away with the mountain breeze.
"He's dead..." It was unclear who whispered this.
They had not yet participated in the Ziyang Sect's Entry Assessment, had not faced the dangers of the Hunt, and had not even entered the Purple Sun Mountain Range. Yet, the young elites of Iron Sword Valley had fallen in such an inconspicuous deep mountain, buried in the darkness.
"Hehe, dead." Grandma Ji sneered, a look of satisfaction on her face.
After casually striking out with a palm, Fang Chen turned away without looking back at the scene that had shaken many hearts. He simply took another step forward, pursuing another youth from Iron Sword Valley who had already fled some distance away. Since he had already made his move, in Fang Chen's mind, these four had long since become dead men, and dead men should obediently fall.
Though he appeared to walk slowly, each step Fang Chen took covered nearly ten zhang. The ground beneath his feet seemed to shrink infinitely. Although he had spent several breaths of time to eliminate the first disciple of Iron Sword Valley, allowing the one fleeing in the opposite direction to escape quite a distance, under Fang Chen's rapid pursuit, just a few dozen breaths later...
Fang Chen looked indifferently at the figure frantically fleeing before him, unable to shake him off no matter what. A glint of cold light flashed in his dark eyes.
"The second one." He murmured as he extended his hand toward the fleeing figure's back.
"Beast, stop!"
The angry shout came from afar like a tidal wave, carrying an astonishing pressure that erupted around Fang Chen. A force akin to crushing Qi Energy surged toward him wildly, as if it aimed to drown him beneath this frenzy of energy.
This time, four individuals from Iron Sword Valley had come to participate in the Ziyang Sect's Entry Assessment. These four were also the strongest of their generation in Iron Sword Valley, representing the hope for its rise over the next few decades. Yet now, before they had even entered the Purple Sun Mountain Range or reached Ziyang Sect, one had already fallen before his eyes. Now, even the second was in extreme danger, pushing the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man to the brink of fury.
If possible, he would rather suffer severe injuries than let Fang Chen escape alive to vent his anger; however, facing Grandma Ji—who clung tightly to him with comparable strength—the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man found himself entangled despite exerting all his effort. He could not break free.
At this moment, he could only endure an attack from Grandma Ji while shouting furiously at Fang Chen and unleashing his Primordial Embryo Realm aura upon him in an extremely frenzied manner.
The strength of a Primordial Embryo Realm expert far surpassed that of Body Refinement Realm and Qi Boundary practitioners. Although Fang Chen was a freak among Body Refinement Realm cultivators and incredibly powerful, he was still far from being able to compare with a Primordial Embryo Realm expert.
A powerful warrior's aura alone is enough to injure or even kill. The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man, being a strong figure in the Primordial Embryo Realm, was furiously directing all his momentum towards Fang Chen, a mere Body Refinement Realm martial artist. Logically speaking, while it was impossible to completely annihilate Fang Chen, it was highly likely that he could be severely injured in an instant, potentially damaging his spirit and cutting off his path in martial arts.
This was an opportunity that the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man had been desperately seeking amidst Grandma Ji's relentless entanglement. After enduring one of Grandma Ji's attacks, he successfully channeled his Frenzy aura mixed with immense power towards Fang Chen.
However, the outcome…
"Damn it!" Noticing the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's actions and intentions, Grandma Ji cursed under her breath. The cold smile on her face instantly transformed into a surge of anger. She realized that the conclusion was already determined, but she never expected the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man to have such a ruthless move. As a fellow Primordial Embryo Realm warrior, she understood the madness and terror of this approach. To severely injure a Body Refinement Realm martial artist was no empty threat; even an ordinary Body Refinement Realm Martial Artist could easily fall.
What about Fang Chen…
Grandma Ji, who had just struck the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man and caused him to spit blood, could not take advantage of the moment to pursue him but instead turned her attention towards Fang Chen.
She knew very well how much this seemingly ordinary boy at the Body Refinement Realm Ninth Layer could assist them. If Fang Chen were to be severely injured, not only would the current situation likely reverse, but Lian Yiyue, who held the hopes of the entire Charming Immortal Sect, would also become extremely passive in future encounters, whether in ambushes within the Purple Sun Mountain Range or during the Entry Assessment at Ziyang Sect. There was a high possibility of elimination or even death.
This Little One cannot be harmed!
Grandma Ji felt anxious, but in the next moment, her previously panicked expression suddenly changed to one of disbelief!
In her line of sight stood Fang Chen in white robes, calmly standing still. His handsome face showed no signs of distress, and his aura remained stable without any indication of having been severely injured.
In contrast, not far from Fang Chen, an Iron Sword Valley disciple who had been frantically fleeing was caught in the indiscriminate aura attack from the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man. He bore injuries with blood at the corner of his mouth and a pale face; his aura was chaotic and his escape speed had significantly slowed down due to his severe injuries.
How is this possible?!
Grandma Ji could hardly believe her eyes. However, compared to Grandma Ji's shock, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man was on the verge of madness after calculating everything and finally managing to launch this attack with hopes of turning the tide of battle.
"This is impossible! How could this happen?!" he roared. Even with his Primordial Embryo Realm, which should have remained unshaken even in the face of a mountain collapsing, his powerful mental state was on the verge of breaking down at this moment.
His desperate attack not only failed to severely injure Fang Chen, but the aftermath also injured his own disciples from Iron Sword Valley. This was simply...
He fixed his gaze on the distant Fang Chen, his eyes filled with rage.
"What a pity," Fang Chen said with a grin, seemingly sensing the gaze of the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man. A brilliant smile appeared on his face as he spoke.
Despite expressing regret, there was no trace of sorrow on Fang Chen's brilliant face. He raised his hand again and pointed at a fleeing disciple from Iron Sword Valley not far in front of him. A surge of severe Qi Energy burst forth from his fingertips, instantly tearing apart the air along its path and shooting out with a deadly howl.
Fang Chen's smile was brilliant, yet upon closer inspection, that Brilliant Smile was chillingly cold. The sudden frenzy of energy and overwhelming might unleashed by the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man would have crushed any other Body Refinement Realm warrior. Even if they were exceptionally talented, they would suffer severe mental trauma. After all, the gap between the Primordial Embryo Realm and Body Refinement Realm was immense and insurmountable.
However, Fang Chen was different. Having already crossed into the Heavenly Realm in his previous life, he was most familiar with and resilient against such pressures and energies. Moreover, in his past life, his own aura far surpassed that of the current Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man. Although he no longer possessed that overwhelming strength, resisting such pressure was still relatively easy for him. This was why he remained unscathed. Of course, these secrets were beyond the understanding and imagination of others, which is why it shocked those like the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man so profoundly.
Suddenly, a very faint sound broke through the moment. In view, the disciple from Iron Sword Valley who had been fleeing rapidly suddenly froze in place.
Drip, drip...
Blood flowed slowly from him, forming large droplets that fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, there was a gaping hole in his chest about the size of a fist, completely penetrating through. His aura vanished entirely at that instant.
"The second one," Fang Chen murmured softly; his words were like a judgment.
One strike to injure, another to kill—two of Iron Sword Valley's most outstanding young disciples fell before Fang Chen as if they were nothing more than clay chickens or tile dogs, unable to resist at all!
Of course, if it weren't for Fang Chen's overwhelming strike that sent their iron swords flying and terrified them into a hasty retreat, they wouldn't have fallen so quickly to Fang Chen's hands. Moreover, the earlier attack from the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man, which had unleashed a frenzy of momentum, had also severely injured the young man from Iron Sword Valley, making it impossible for Fang Chen to simply point a finger and kill him effortlessly.
However, these are merely hypotheticals; there are no "ifs" in this world. Various factors combined to create this somewhat shocking scene.
Having killed two people, Fang Chen remained pristine in his white attire, not a single trace of blood on him. His expression was calm and indifferent, exuding an unusual grace. Yet, centered around Fang Chen were two lifeless bodies that were slowly seeping blood onto the ground. The smell of blood in the air had grown increasingly intense since the beginning.
With a casual glance around, Fang Chen noted that the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man was still entangled with Grandma Ji. However, with Fang Chen's keen eyes, he could see that despite the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's desperate struggle, Grandma Ji was on the verge of losing her grip. Meanwhile, the battle between the Crimson Flame Bird and the Puppet Beast in the distance was exceptionally brutal. Unlike the mindless Puppet Beast, the Crimson Flame Bird bore numerous large wounds on its massive body, making the fight truly fierce.
"It should come to an end," Fang Chen murmured.
As he spoke, he moved swiftly toward Lian Yiyue and Yaru.
The previously balanced battlefields shifted dramatically upon Fang Chen's arrival, turning overwhelmingly in his favor within less than ten breaths. The last two disciples of Iron Sword Valley met their demise.
Thus, among the five members of Iron Sword Valley, only the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man remained. The other four had all perished at Fang Chen's hands.
"Encountering me seems to be your misfortune," Fang Chen said softly as he looked down at the lifeless body beneath him that still bore a look of terror in its wide-open eyes.
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