Kou Ta grinned towards Fang Ze, and Fang Ze’s expression imdiately turned extrely unpleasant.
With Kou Ta’s appearance, he looks fine when not smiling, just rugged. But when he smiles, it’s pure brutality; his face is full of rough flesh, and his smile is terrifying.
Yang Jizhen arrived late, sowhat embarrassed as he stood before Han Fei.
In terms of cultivation and strength, he was far inferior to Hong Fuxiu and Kou Ta. Moreover, both Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu had experienced countless battles, often teetering on the edge of life and death as Foundation Establishnt cultivators. Compared to them, Yang Jizhen’s combat power was negligible.
The appearance of four Foundation Establishnt cultivators made Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan’s hearts sink simultaneously.
How could the Yang family have four Foundation Establishnt cultivators?
This is impossible!
Hasn’t the Yang family been established for less than forty years? Where did so many Foundation Establishnt cultivators co from?
Fang Ze was filled with shock and unease.
"Yang Pill Master, leave these two to us, husband and wife. How about you oversee for us?" Hong Fuxiu said with a smile.
She wanted to showcase her strength in front of Yang Zhenshan to attract his attention.
Besides, their mission was to station at Yang Family Town, and since it was encountering an external invasion, they had the responsibility to capture the enemies.
"Alright, I appreciate the trouble, fellow Taoists!" Yang Zhenshan agreed with a smile.
"Hehe~~"
Hong Fuxiu smiled cunningly at Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan, "Gentlen, a life-and-death battle is upon us; beware!"
"Wait, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
Fang Ze hurriedly said.
The situation was clear; they definitely wouldn’t gain anything, and perhaps might even lose their lives here.
A wise man does not suffer imdiate losses.
Fang Ze decided to surrender first to keep his life intact, and deal with everything else after escaping danger.
He wanted to give in, but Hong Fuxiu and Kou Ta wouldn’t let him.
After all, Hong Fuxiu wanted to show off before Yang Zhenshan. If Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan surrendered easily, what was there to show?
Before Fang Ze could finish his sentence, Hong Fuxiu had pirouetted, her red dress fluttering like leaping flas. With a graceful wave, a lengthy Red Silk suddenly flew out from the wide sleeves, the peony design embroidered with golden threads ca to life in the wind, its petals stretching out with sparks, and the entire Red Silk transford into a Red Phosphorus Fire Dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the two n.
Wherever the Fire Dragon passed, the air hissed and crackled, while Hong Fuxiu’s fingertips pinched a spell, her lips curled into a seductive, sinister smile, "Nanming Lihuo, heed my call!"
The dragon’s head raised abruptly, its giant mouth opened to spew a downpour of fire, each spark landing to burst into flas the size of a bowl, instantly creating a sea of fire within ten ters, with flas curling like waves.
Seeing this, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan dared not delay for an instant and hurriedly wielded spells and magical treasures to defend.
Fang Ze took out and brandished a fla banner, the flag swung, revealing four Fire Phoenixes to et the Red Phosphorus Fire Dragon transford from the Red Silk.
"Is this the extent of your fire power?"
Hong Fuxiu invoked another spell, and suddenly blue flas surged around the dragon, with flas sprouting from the scales forming into peonies.
"Let show you my Innate True Fire!"
Words barely spoken when nine blue peonies erged from the blazing waves, each ti the petals trembled, countless fiery needles shot out, weaving into a dense fire net in mid-air, sealing the retreat of the two.
By now, the Red Silk had shed its mundane appearance, the dragon entwined with azure and crimson flas, roaring like a living creature.
Hong Fuxiu walked through the sea of fire, each step drawing closer, her red dress fluttering in the wind, her gold inlays swaying slightly with the motion, making her all the more dazzling under the flaming light.
The fire dragon roared, devouring the four Fire Phoenixes utterly and completely.
Fang Ze’s face changed dramatically, as he quickly retreated.
But he seed to have forgotten Kou Ta behind him.
As Hong Fuxiu acted, Kou Ta also took action, his thick fingers pinching a spell, bathing in golden light, and the next mont, six giant golden arms sprouted from his back, rampaging towards Zhang Baishan.
These golden arms were incredibly dexterous, and each move integrated the essence of Martial Arts, forcing Zhang Baishan to use all his ans to respond after only a few moves.
Zhang Baishan, despite being in the early stages of Foundation Establishnt, possessed strong defensive earth attributes as a cultivator.
A rock shield guarded him, fracturing under Kou Ta’s pounding, yet continuously reforming.
Zhang Baishan desperately strengthened the rock shield with various defensive spells, but even so, he retreated step by step.
Both retreated until they were back-to-back, cornered into a position with no retreat.
Hong Fuxiu’s eyes blazed like fire, her hair strands seed afla, she was like a Fla Empress.
"Nanming Lihuo, burn the heavens and boil the sea."
She laughed gleefully, twirling up, the gold sparks from the hairpin swirling into fla runes, "Try this move — Blooming of Nine Heavens!"
The azure peonies blood mightily, erupting into a shower of fire. A million golden fire tongues spewed from the blooms, tearing through the night like a volcanic eruption. Each fire tongue intertwined in mid-air, forming a roaring fire sea; every fire tongue as thick as Jiao Long, its surface rolling with viscous fire particles, scorching the air wherever it passed, generating visible heatwave ripples.
The fire rain drifted down like red gold dust, igniting dry leaves, making rocks smoke; every breath filled with a burnt, fiery scent, as if everything in the world was distorted into shaking mirages by the heatwave.
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