Thousands of cultivators, despite so depletion, were still flooding in from afar to replenish their ranks.
Even if it's just thousands of cultivators in the Vajra Realm, even if each casually launches a spiritual power offensive, combined it creates a terrifying ocean-like force!
Too many ants can kill an elephant! When ten thousand cultivators strike together, even a Mysterious Light Realm expert would surely fall! Even Xu Fan, as a perfect-level Vajra Realm cultivator, would not dare to take such a strike head-on.
The spiritual power offensive, like seawater, ford a horrifying tide, sweeping towards Xu Fan overwhelmingly. And at this mont, Xu Fan finally moved.
With a single step forward, Xu Fan's figure vanished from his original spot, appearing a hundred ters away the next mont, or rather, right in front of a cultivator who was charging with a Divine Weapon.
Xu Fan's sudden appearance shocked the cultivator, but before he could react, he saw a fist wrapped in dazzling golden light.
In the next instant, the dazzling golden light surged suddenly, sweeping over a hundred people! A mighty dragon roar sounded, accompanied by the thundering noise of galloping elephants!
"Kill!"
With a punch, Xu Fan did not linger, his figure flickering as he swung his fist once again at the bewildered group of cultivators in front of him.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Continuous booming rang out; Xu Fan, with the strength of one person, forcibly charged into the enemy formations. Not a single cultivator among the ten thousand could withstand even one of Xu Fan's moves; each of Xu Fan's punches engulfed cultivators in its golden light.
This scene resembled a hungry lion crashing into a flock of sheep!
And truthfully, Xu Fan hadn't even exerted his full strength yet.
When leaving the Buddhist Sect, Xu Fan, as the newly appointed leader, had the authority to command the entire sect, although it was undisclosed. Thus, he had mastered the Buddhist Forbidden Technique, the Earth Rank Combat Skill "Thousand Hands and Hundred Blades."
"Thousand Hands and Hundred Blades" is a terrifying mass-killing technique! If unleashed by Yunzhi, the thousands of cultivators would surely suffer a substantial number of casualties imdiately! It's perfectly suited to Xu Fan's current situation.
However, Xu Fan didn't want to expose his position as the leader of the Buddhist Sect, hence he wouldn't release "Thousand Hands and Hundred Blades" here.
"Everyone take to the sky and attack with spiritual power!"
"Don't hold back! This brat was deliberately feigning weakness before!"
"He's appeared! Over there! Everyone strike together!"
Boom!
The terrifying spiritual power offensive turned into an ocean, once again sweeping towards Xu Fan overwhelmingly, but the next mont Xu Fan already stepped out and vanished, leaving the terrifying spiritual power ocean crashing onto the ground, causing the earth to quake and dust to rise. Where Xu Fan once stood, a massive pit a hundred ters wide was blasted out!
"Seems... a bit wasteful!"
Xu Fan smirked coldly, and in the next mont his figure appeared in the densest crowd a hundred ters away, the golden light once again shone fiercely.
"His movent technique is marvelous, but he must consu spiritual power! Once he exhausts his spiritual power, he'll be like the at on our chopping block!"
"He's appeared! Twelve o'clock direction! Everyone strike together!"
Boom!
The spiritual power ocean once again swept overwhelmingly, but the golden light instantly dissipated; Xu Fan had already disappeared without a trace.
Facing the terrifying spiritual power ocean, a group of cultivators stood dazed, cluelessly.
Ah!
Shrill screams echoed as hundreds of cultivators were drowned by the spiritual power ocean! Instantly, their bodies vanished without a trace!
Before everyone regained their senses, the golden light rose again, revealing Xu Fan's whereabouts.
"One o'clock direction! Everyone strike together!"
Boom!
The spiritual power ocean surged, with hundreds more cultivators dead and wounded!
"Eight o'clock direction!"
The voice rang high, and the cultivators on the ground changed their expressions drastically.
Who knows whose eight o'clock direction is whose?
Even if the spiritual power ocean kills and drowns Xu Fan, who would want to die with him?
"This brat is cunning, trying to make us fight amongst ourselves! Fellow Daoists, don't be fooled!"
"Ascend! Everyone quickly ascend!"
Finally, under Xu Fan's urging, thousands of cultivators ascended altogether, hovering low above the ground.
Daring to co besiege Xu Fan, none were weaklings; almost everyone possessed at least Vajra Realm strength. Staying aloft for a short ti wasn't difficult for Vajra Realm experts.
With thousands of cultivators observing from above, the ground below was clearly visible.
"Xu Fan! I see Xu Fan!"
"Haha! Everyone's taken to the sky! Let's see how that brat can hide now!"
"Everyone prepare to strike together and eradicate this brat!"
Thousands of cultivators laughed, ready to strike together, yet suddenly realized the Xu Fan on the ground had the nerve to curl his lips into a spine-chilling cold smile.
Xu Fan… Why is he smiling?
In the next mont, everyone found out the answer.
A pair of massive demon-like Fire Wings unfolded from Xu Fan's back, blazing fiercely across the wings, his face tranquil under the fiery glow.
Xu Fan doesn't love slaughter, but neither does he object to it.
Kill a person every ten steps, travel a thousand miles without lingering!
Buzz!
The Fire Wings fluttered lightly, and the next mont, Xu Fan had beco a streak of light, appearing high above.
How do you kill a person fastest? Naturally, by spiritual power strike!
But what if the opponent is ten people, a hundred people, even ten thousand people?
In the high sky, speed becos the most favorable weapon!
Just as everyone was stunned, with a commotion, looking around and searching for Xu Fan's whereabouts, Xu Fan already flapped his Fire Wings, at extre speed, hardly visible to the naked eye. But the dazzling golden spiritual power helped them see Xu Fan's moves clearly.
Like a chain, the golden light flashed quickly in the low sky, and all cultivators in contact with the golden light turned into a cloud of blood mist! Truly, touching ans instant death!
One punch, killing three hundred eighty-two cultivators!
And that terrifying golden light didn't pause even slightly, making a turn to trace another bloody line in the sky.
"Fall! Quickly descending!"
The miserable shrieks arose as cultivators frantically rushed toward the ground. Even if the ground was extrely dangerous, already teeming with possibilities of mutual slaughter, it was a hundred tis safer than the sky above!
One punch annihilated hundreds of cultivators, dozens of punches per minute! Thousands of cultivators, how long could they last in Xu Fan's hands in the sky?
In the sky, no longer visible was a single silhouette, only the crimson rain splashing, like ink, poured down on the terrifying crowd of cultivators below.
The siege of Xu Fan, in just a few short minutes, had already cost the lives of a thousand cultivators! And Xu Fan, rely swung a few punches!
A solitary figure slowly descended from the sky, the Fire Wings retracting behind as Xu Fan stood calmly.
Though Xu Fan's face remained unchanged, the hopeful treasure in the eyes of the cultivators beca a life-reaping demon!
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