Supreme Emptiness

Clang!

The Sorrow Frost Sword, carrying waves of cold air, knocked away a short sword.

Then it promptly flew back.

As another short sword was about to stab Jiang Fan's back, it blocked it.

The crowd fell into sudden silence.

Several Tianji Pavilion disciples were as if they had seen a ghost.

"Sword Control Technique?"

"The true Sword Control Technique!"

"This kid actually knows the Sword Control Technique!"

"Wasn't it said that Senior Xu Qingyang had no successor?"

"Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"

Jian Linyuan's expression brightened with a flash, showing a hint of surprise.

"This person truly hides his strength well."

Leng Qingzhu was shocked for a moment.

Then she suddenly snapped back to her senses.

She fully realized that she had met a formidable opponent!

Though the short sword was of no use, she had already pressed close.

The Earth-level mid-grade Palm Technique in her palm still held the promise of victory!

"Take this!" Leng Qingzhu shouted crisply.

Her jade palm, wrapped in purple flames, struck fiercely toward Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan dared not underestimate it.

This was, after all, a Fifth Level of Core Formation martial artist, executing the strongest blow of an Earth-level mid-grade Palm Technique.

The Poison Pill within his body trembled.

It had absorbed the Poison Dragon Bone Marrow, the Seven-Colored Poison Toad, the Ice Cave Cold Poison, and the potent poison left by Lu Jiulin.

The mixed poison within his body had reached an unimaginable degree.

But, at least, it was not something that could be resisted by a Fifth Level of Core Formation martial artist.

He immediately raised his palm, gathered with countless terrifying poisons in his palm, and collided forcefully.

Hiss—

The bone-chilling cold poison instantly extinguished most of the purple flames in Leng Qingzhu's hand!

The remaining poison then thoroughly corroded and extinguished the rest of the flames.

Immediately, the terrifying poison, at the moment of their palms' contact, sought to invade the opponent's body.

Leng Qingzhu's pupils contracted sharply!

The Earth-level mid-grade Palm Technique she was so proud of was broken?

Fortunately, she reacted extremely quickly.

Realizing the danger, she decisively withdrew her palm, thus preventing the poison from entering her body.

Her strongest blow had unexpectedly failed to harm Jiang Fan!

However.

She also noticed that Jiang Fan was only at the Second Level of Core Formation.

Though she couldn't win, Jiang Fan might not necessarily win either.

Just her protective spiritual power alone was something Jiang Fan couldn't break through.

As she pondered, she decisively retreated.

Seeking the perfect opportunity to strike again.

But how could Jiang Fan let her have her way?

Seizing the moment when her first move had missed, leaving no time for her to use a second one.

He immediately used his movement technique to approach closely.

Leng Qingzhu was startled, hurriedly channeling an ample amount of spiritual power to protect her body, while simultaneously striking Jiang Fan with a palm.

"With your cultivation level, you can't defeat me!"

Hiss—

But, to Leng Qingzhu's shock, she found.

Jiang Fan's legs were wrapped in lightning.

"Thunder Path Technique?" Leng Qingzhu exclaimed.

She had already lost count of how many techniques this mysterious peer in front of her had used in their brief encounter.

And each one was a supremely powerful technique with terrifying potency.

In the instant she was lost in thought.

Jiang Fan had already kicked her.

Zap—

Two Thunder Dragons instantly penetrated her spiritual power barrier, directly hitting her.

"Ah~"

Besieged by the thunderbolts, she was like a butterfly dancing in a flower field, suddenly struck by a rod.

She flew sideways on the spot, landing heavily on the corpse of a demon beast.

The tough scales of the demon beast's corpse were smashed and scattered in large patches.

Leng Qingzhu, with blood in her mouth, slid down.

Sitting on the ground, she couldn't stand up for a long time.

The entire place fell into silence.

Only the eternal cold wind of the snowfield howled past.

Leng Qingzhu... lost!

A Fifth Level of Core Formation martial artist was defeated by a Second Level of Core Formation martial artist!

Moreover, it was a Fifth Level of Core Formation martial artist from Tianji Pavilion, with outstanding talents, using top-level resources that ordinary people couldn't access!

Even seeing it with their own eyes.

They still stubbornly refused to believe what was before them.

Jiang Fan landed lightly.

He walked to the five Demon Cores on the ground, flicked his long sword, collecting them all into his sleeve.

Then he gave Leng Qingzhu a faint smile: "Thank you for letting me win."

No matter what expression she had.

He turned his gaze towards Shang Shiqiu and his companions.

Hiss!

The five of them instantly felt their scalps tingle.

Having witnessed Jiang Fan's overwhelming strength, how could they keep their initial confidence with their Fourth and Third Levels of Core Formation?

Who would last more than two or three moves?

However, to their simultaneous relief and humiliation.

Jiang Fan, with his hands behind his back, said: "Everyone's time is very precious."

"To save time, you all can come at me together."

Shang Shiqiu, filled with shame and anger, said: "You are simply arrogant!"

"Let's fulfill his wish! Attack together!"

The other four Fourth Level of Core Formation prodigies were also extremely vexed.

Tianji Pavilion prodigies, being provoked by a Nine-Sect disciple like this!

They could no longer worry about the unfairness of fighting in numbers.

They aimed to secure a victory!

Immediately, the five exchanged glances, each leapt to different positions, forming a mutual formation.

This was a kill array they had specially formed before coming to the battlefield.

With each one's unique moves, it made it impossible for the trapped one to dodge or escape.

They would face the full attack of all five simultaneously.

Initially.

It was meant for dealing with a Fifth Level of Core Formation Beast King.

It had proven extremely effective.

Now, however, they had to use it against a Second Level of Core Formation junior disciple!

Shang Shiqiu, with furrowed brows, fiercely said: "Arrogant kid, let's see if you can still be so cocky!"

"Attack!"

The five of them simultaneously used their techniques.

One wielding a longbow, launching sound-breaking arrows from a distance.

Another using shifting shadows, with unpredictable close combat moves.

Another spitting a mist with obvious hallucinogenic effects for support.

...

It was truly an array of diverse methods.

But they did not interfere with each other, ensuring all attacks were effective against the trapped one.

Jiang Fan showed a look of surprise: "The array is quite well designed."

In the Nine-Sect Land, there were, if not many high-level martial artists.

Even if there were.

He had never heard of them forming arrays like this.

This group of formidable individuals from who-knows-where was truly impressive!

So, he had to be serious.

He immediately took out the White Jade Ancient Zither.

In terms of chaotic combat, a large-scale deadly sound wave technique was best!

"In that case, let me play you a tune!"

Clang—

He pressed the ancient zither to the ground with one hand, and with his right hand, brushed across the strings.

Instantly.

A thundering dragon roar, as if out of thin air, shook heaven and earth.

The terrifying sound waves instantly shattered the ice field underfoot into pieces.

The five surrounding him bore the brunt of it.

The sudden sound waves hit them, making them vomit blood and fly sideways, each falling to the ground.

For a moment.

There were cries of agony all around.

Jiang Fan put away the ancient zither, leisurely walked to the spot where the demon cores were placed.

He gathered the five demon cores each of the five had placed there.

Including Leng Qingzhu's.

After two matches, he had won thirty pills.

This was equivalent to six first-level missions.

Far faster than hunting Beast Kings.

He smiled faintly, cupping his hands: "Thank you all for letting me win."

"If you want to gamble again, please, be sure to come to me."

Arrogant!

Leng Qingzhu and the others glared at him with eyes full of anger, grinding their teeth in fury.

At this moment.

Jian Linyuan, with his hands behind his back, casually smiled: "Can you let us know which sect's disciple you are?"

The other six quieted down.

They were also eager to know where this little monster had come from!

Jiang Fan cautiously looked at the person.

His intuition told him that this Senior Brother Jian had terrifyingly high strength.

"Do you also want to fight?" Jiang Fan asked.