The sword qi crisscrossed above Pingding Mountain, and a chilling aura quickly permeated the air. No one expected that under the pressure of the three top forces—Feixian Mansion, Black Sand Cave Heaven, and Giant Spirit Hall—Zhang Fan would show no sign of backing down, his words filled with provocation, as if eager for a fight.
In the eyes of any cultivator, Zhang Fan and the Six Prince's Mansion were at a severe disadvantage, with a vast gap in the number and quality of top experts compared to the other three forces.
What was even more incomprehensible was that Shen Feichen, the leader of the Six Prince's Mansion this time, showed no intention of compromise, his attitude exceptionally resolute.
Any one of Nangong Feng, Fu Tianling, or Qin Hao was enough to contend with Shen Feichen, and facing a combined assault from the three, he might even risk falling.
"Brother Feichen, just watch from the side. Dealing with this rabble is enough for me alone," Zhang Fan said softly, drawing his iron sword with a flip of his hand. He looked calmly at Fu Tianling and the others, a hint of fighting spirit flickering in his eyes.
Having elevated his strength to the late stage of the Eighth Tribulation Realm and cultivating over 950,000 Dao rules in the Way of Lightning and the Way of the Sword, ordinary cultivators of the Ninth Tribulation Realm could no longer stir Zhang Fan's desire to act.
However, Fu Tianling, Nangong Feng, and Qin Hao were no ordinary cultivators of the Ninth Tribulation Realm. As direct disciples of top forces, their divine abilities were extraordinary, and their magic power was profound, so their combat prowess was unlikely to be poor.
Seeing that Zhang Fan was prepared to fight against the combined forces of the three top factions alone, the onlookers could not help but shake their heads inwardly, viewing it as Zhang Fan's final defiance before death.
He was merely in the Eighth Tribulation Realm. Even with the most perfect Golden Nascent Soul, it was impossible to contend with three top experts of the Ninth Tribulation Realm.
But Zhang Fan seemed to deem it insufficient, and his gaze then shifted towards the Sun Shadow Cave Heaven's side. He pointed his iron sword directly at Zhan Feiyang and said, "I heard you were very interested in the iron sword in my hand. How about we fight together? Let me see if you are qualified to covet it?"
Zhan Feiyang, who had originally planned to watch the show, was taken aback. He looked around and saw the similar expressions on everyone's faces, and he could not help but chuckle.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and he looked at Zhang Fan as if he were a madman, shaking his head. "You truly haven't died yet. In such a situation, you still dare to provoke me. Are you perhaps trying to show off before your death?"
"But since you dare to provoke me, I, Zhan Feiyang, have no reason to back down. I also really want to see what you are truly capable of."
Zhan Feiyang took out an ice-blue long sword and was about to move to fight Zhang Fan, but Nangong Feng stopped him. "Brother Feiyang, please don't rush. There's always a first come, first served. If you want to kill him, you should at least wait in line after me."
"To kill you, why would I need help? I am enough!" Fu Tianling moved with his sword, and countless sword Dao rules converged, forming a vast domain of sword Dao that enveloped the entire Pingding Mountain.
Cultivators with lower cultivation levels felt the air become sharp at this moment, their skin as if being cut by knives, and their hearts trembled.
Facing an expert of the Ninth Tribulation Realm, cultivators below the Seventh Tribulation Realm were indeed difficult to resist. Numbers were of no significance before them; this vast sword Dao domain alone was enough to easily slaughter them.
"Young Master Tianling is truly worthy of cultivating a Golden Nascent Soul. Such a magnificent sword Dao domain suggests that at least over 700,000 Dao rules in sword Dao have been cultivated," Zhan Feiyang said, looking at the sharp Fu Tianling with admiration and envy, but inwardly regretting.
Earlier, Zhang Fan's provocation had made him secretly happy. If he could be the first to kill Zhang Fan, even if he couldn't claim all the treasures on him, he could at least obtain the iron sword, a supreme heavenly treasure.
However, Fu Tianling and the others were not fools and naturally would not let him gain the advantage. Facing Nangong Feng's obstruction, he dared not act forcefully, after all, the alliance of Feixian Mansion, Black Sand Cave Heaven, and Giant Spirit Hall gave them an absolute advantage in strength.
"The shame you brought to my Black Sand Cave Heaven, today, I will reclaim it all," Fu Tianling said, and without waiting for Zhang Fan's reply, a dazzling sword light shot out. Where it passed, space trembled, like a meteor streaking across the sky towards Zhang Fan.
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