Upon hearing Fang Wang's words, Zhou Xue immediately said to Zhou Xing Shi, "Carry him on your back, I will protect you both. Let's go!"
"But…"
Zhou Xing Shi hesitated, his goal was to protect Fang Wang, and he didn't care about Fang Hanyu.
"Don't worry, he is very strong. Hurry up, don't drag him down!" Zhou Xue said sternly, sounding somewhat impatient.
Urged by her, Zhou Xing Shi could only carry Fang Hanyu on his back, and the two of them rushed into the forest, quickly vanishing from sight.
The middle-aged man standing next to the red palanquin immediately waved his hand, and instantly, a dozen disciples from Green Cicada Valley chased after Zhou Xue and her companion.
Fang Wang raised his left hand in front of him, with his index and middle fingers together, and in an instant, he condensed three sword forms around his body and immediately slew the group of Green Cicada Valley disciples.
The Sword Qi tore through the air at a great speed!
The faces of the Green Cicada Valley disciples changed dramatically. Those above the seventh layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm quickly dodged, while those below the seventh layer were pierced through the throat by the Sword Qi, blood spraying across the sky. The remaining disciples tried to evade, but their speed was no match for the Jinghong Divine Sword Art.
In less than three breaths of time, the dozen Qi Cultivation Realm disciples of the Green Cicada Valley were all violently killed, their bodies falling to the ground.
Fang Wang's gaze remained fixed on the red palanquin atop the insects. He thought scornfully, "The Demonic Dao is just Demonic Dao, watching fellow disciples die tragically without moving a muscle."
The middle-aged man glared at Fang Wang, furious to the extreme. The disciples of Green Cicada Valley spread out, encircling Fang Wang completely, each drawing their own Magic Artifacts or insects.
Surrounded by hundreds of Green Cicada Valley disciples, Fang Wang was not panicked at all; he was meant to distract the enemy for as long as possible.
Finally, the curtain of the red palanquin was lifted, and a sinister man in black brocade walked out. His face was handsome, his lips a deep purple, and even his eye bags were deep purple. A faintly toxic air lingered between his brows, his long hair coiled beneath a coronet made from the shell of a poisonous scorpion, exceedingly terrifying.
Li Hongshuang, the number one genius of Green Cicada Valley, had been famous before even entering the valley, his aura distinctly different from that of the other disciples.
Upon seeing him for the first time, Fang Wang mistook him for an elder of Green Cicada Valley.
Li Hongshuang looked down at Fang Wang and saw the three sword forms returning to hover behind Fang Wang. He asked, "Jinghong Divine Sword Art, what is your relationship with Yang Yuanzi?"
Fang Wang, wearing a bamboo hat, looked up, the shadow of the hat making his face appear exceedingly cold. The tragic state of Fang Hanyu had intensified the killing intent in his heart.
"Is Yang Yuanzi the only one who knows the Jinghong Divine Sword Art?" Fang Wang retorted.
Had he not needed to buy time for Zhou Xue and the others, he would have already taken action.
Li Hongshuang raised his right hand, and a blood-red flag flew out from above his head, quickly enlarging before falling back into his hand, taller than his whole body.
The blood-red flag bore images of ferocious ghosts, sinister and dreadful, almost as if alive, clawing and lunging as the flag fluttered.
Lifespirit Treasure!
"Since you refuse to speak, I will force the words from you!"
Li Hongshuang said coldly, and as he spoke, he kicked the middle-aged man beside him down, commanding the insect near his foot, which lunged toward Fang Wang without needing his order.
During his surprise attack, Li Hongshuang rapidly waved the blood-red flag, and swirling blood mists emerged, transforming into long dragons rushing toward Fang Wang.
Fang Wang's eyes narrowed, Spiritual Power burst forth, condensing sword forms around his body.
Jinghong Divine Sword Art, twelve swords!
He leaped up, his feet on the Flying Sword rushing toward the insects; the twelve sword forms struck with even greater speed, drawing various trajectories in the air, confronting the blood mist dragons head-on.
Li Hongshuang's mouth curved up as he leaped into the air, his left hand raised high, slamming down with a strike, his Spiritual Power consolidating into a giant black palm pressing down.
Fang Wang vehemently threw the Qingjun Sword from his hand; the Qingjun Sword turned into a blazing green rainbow, speeding like lightning, smashing the black giant palm. Li Hongshuang instinctively twisted his body, dodging the Qingjun Sword, but a lock of his hair at his temples was cut off.
"Superior Grade Spiritual Weapon!"
Li Hongshuang's eyes flashed with ferocity, unscared and continued to advance toward Fang Wang.
In the blink of an eye, the two collided head-on. Fang Wang used his fingers as a sword, controlling the twelve sword forms to frenetically attack Li Hongshuang, who rapidly swung the blood-red flag, not only blocking the twelve sword forms but also launching his offensive.
What vicious poison!
Fang Wang noticed that his twelve sword forms, tainted with the poison mist, were shrinking; this poison could erode Spiritual Power!
Li Hongshuang's attacks were fierce, in terms of sheer speed, undoubtedly the strongest opponent Fang Wang had ever faced.
As the blood-colored flag swung past, Li Hongshuang's left palm followed suit from below the flag, striking toward Fang Wang's chest.
Clang!
Li Hongshuang was repelled, and so was Fang Wang; as for the distance they both retreated, it was hard to tell who had the advantage.
"What Cultivation Technique is this?"
Li Hongshuang frowned, his left hand trembling slightly. He immediately clenched his fist, forcibly suppressing it.
Following his gaze, a layer of visibly shaking Qi surrounded Fang Wang, affecting even the space around him.
"What domineering Spiritual Power!"
Fang Wang was inwardly shocked, but more exhilarated than anything else; this man was truly worthy of being the future master of Green Cicada Valley.
After a bout, he had a general understanding of Li Hongshuang's strength, and the killing intent could no longer be restrained, bursting forth from his eyes.
Fang Wang's right hand fingers suddenly lifted upward, and the sword forms behind him began to multiply.
Sixteen swords!
Eighteen swords!
Twenty-two swords!
Li Hongshuang was shaken, a storm of shock rising in his heart. He knew quite a bit about the Jinghong Divine Sword Art, and even Yang Yuanzi had not surpassed fifteen swords during the Spiritual Refinement Realm.
He did not panic, and immediately flung his sleeves, countless insects flying out, swarming and covering the sky, forming an oppressing cloud of shadows above the forest.
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Fang Wang concentrated and summoned twenty-seven swords, surrounding his body, causing his robes to billow violently as if they were about to shatter.
The more sword shapes formed by the Jinghong Divine Sword Art, the greater the power, not just the number of swords. With twenty-seven swords unleashed, Fang Wang's sword momentum reached a terrifying level, causing even the watching disciples of Green Cicada Valley to feel uneasy, with some even retreating.
Fang Wang's gaze locked onto Li Hongshuang, and he said coldly, "If this is all you've got, then you have no future."
Upon hearing this, Li Hongshuang was furious and immediately raised a blood-red flag. From the dark cloud formed by countless poisonous insects, blood-colored lightning suddenly burst forth, one after another, with tremendous force.
Formation!
In the forest, Zhou Xue and Zhou Xing Shi swiftly navigated through, passing by the corpses of monsters and cultivators, a sight that was shocking to the eyes.
Boom!
Hearing the thunderous noise behind him, Zhou Xing Shi couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Can he really escape?"
That's Li Hongshuang!
Even though Fang Wang is a Heaven Yuan Spirit Treasure, Li Hongshuang is an Earth Origin Spirit Treasure after all, and the gap in their cultivation levels is stark.
A third level of the Soul Sculpting Realm fighting against the ninth level, it seemed very unlikely to win, especially when the opponent is the top genius of the Demonic Sect!
Zhou Xue, looking straight ahead without turning back, replied, "Don't underestimate him; this kid always has an ace up his sleeve. Are you sure you know all of his strengths? Even if he can't beat Li Hongshuang, escaping wouldn't be hard for him."
Hearing this, Zhou Xing Shi felt slightly relieved.
Yes.
How strong Fang Wang really was, he didn't know.
Fang Hanyu, who was lying on Zhou Xing Shi's back, had been silent all along, but his heart was also sweating for Fang Wang.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
Lightning rampaged down, ravaging the forest, Green Cicada Valley disciples screamed, charred black by the strikes; out of the original three to four hundred, only a third remained, all hiding in the distance, watching the battlefield in terror. Li Hongshuang's giant bug pressed down on a swath of forest, smoking, with blood mist filling the air, adding a suffocating atmosphere to the battlefield.
This lightning was not from Li Hongshuang's formation!
After her hairpin fell out, with her hair disheveled, Li Hongshuang stared at Fang Wang with gritted teeth and asked in a cold voice, "Great Celestial Thunder Technique, who are you exactly? Are you Lu Yuanjun?"
Fang Wang, holding the Qingjun Sword up high, pointed its tip towards the center of the thunderclouds above. With twenty-seven sword shapes surrounding him, his aura reached its peak, unmatched.
Fang Wang snorted, "What's Lu Yuanjun compared to me!"
He suddenly sheathed his sword and transformed into a white rainbow shooting towards Li Hongshuang.
The White Rainbow Evasion Technique isn't just for escaping!
Li Hongshuang, enraged, held the blood-red flag in his left hand and a long sword in his right, rushing forward to meet him.
Under the watchful eyes of all, he did not allow himself to fail!
Clang!
The two swords clashed, sparking, their eyes met with intense murderous intent. Almost instantly, both struck with their magic artifacts, moving so fast they created afterimages.
The twenty-seven swords of the Jinghong Divine Sword Art moved with Fang Wang, attacking Li Hongshuang from all directions. Li Hongshuang fought openly and broadly, waving the blood-red flag to fend off the twenty-seven swords, wielding a sharp sword technique with one hand against Fang Wang.
The rolling blood mist spread continuously, the figures of the two intertwining, fighting from the sky to the ground, their steps scraping the earth and throwing up rocks.
This sight chilled the surviving disciples of Green Cicada Valley.
"How is this possible! Senior Brother Li can't overpower him!"
"Who on earth is he?"
"He must be from Great Abyss Gate, otherwise why would he rescue that disciple from Great Abyss Gate, it's surprising that Great Abyss Gate has such a formidable figure."
"Did you hear what Senior Brother Li said earlier? Great Celestial Thunder Technique, Jinghong Divine Sword Art, these are all top techniques of Great Abyss Gate. To master one and reach great completion is to dominate Grand Qi. Unexpectedly, there's a disciple who has mastered both!"
"Could this person be the main disciple of the single lineage in Great Abyss Gate?"
Fang Wang and Li Hongshuang were no longer concerned about those disciples' discussions; they were both thinking of one thing—killing each other.
Fang Wang sought revenge for Fang Hanyu, while Li Hongshuang fought for his own pride!
Li Hongshuang fiercely swung his sword, his poisonous sword qi storming towards Fang Wang like a fierce tempest. Fang Wang used the Shadowless Step to dodge swiftly, his eyes intent, new sword shapes forming behind him.
Five swords appeared at once!
Thirty-two swords!
Li Hongshuang's pupils constricted, showing a look of shock. Before he could speak, the speed of the thirty-two surrounding sword shapes drastically increased, their power more formidable.
The thirty-two swords assaulted Li Hongshuang relentlessly. Holding two magic artifacts, he barely managed to defend himself, but within three breaths' time, he was wounded, increasingly pressured.
Fang Wang abruptly threw the Qingjun Sword, slicing through the rolling dust, rushing headlong towards Li Hongshuang.
Even as the thirty-two swords caught him off guard, Li Hongshuang still reacted quickly, leaning backward to avoid the Qingjun Sword. Just as he stood up, the thirty-two swords converged on him from all directions.
Clang!
Li Hongshuang's sword dropped to the ground with force, and the thirty-two sword shapes pierced into his body, blood spurted everywhere, even out of his mouth, unable to be contained.
He stared at Fang Wang with blood-filled eyes, his lips trembling, "Jinghong… thirty-two swords… who are you… exactly…"
Spurt!
Suddenly, the Qingjun Sword came from behind, decapitating him, his head rolling on the ground, stopped by Fang Wang's right foot, the eyes still glaring in anger.
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