At this mont, a soft voice echoed leisurely within the vast hall.
Under the gaze of stunned eyes, Zhang Fan slowly stepped out.
"Young man, you are certainly enough to be enduring, watching for quite a while from the side." ng Qingtong stared at Zhang Fan, saying coldly.
Earlier, although he was engaged in magical combat with the Liu Brothers and He Ningyan, most of his attention was focused on Zhang Fan.
Because among these people, only Zhang Fan saw through his tricks.
Yet this young man was too reserved, even with so many people taking the initiative to act, testing the real and the false for him, he still endured without making a move, even when several tis deliberately exposing vulnerabilities failed to lure him.
Such a mindset sends chills down one's spine.
"Do you not care about their lives or deaths?" ng Qingtong sneered.
"Daoist Natural Law, there is neither good nor evil. Saving them is Dao, not saving them is also Dao..."
Zhang Fan spread his hands, pressed down his legs, and flexed his wrists, seemingly warming up.
"What is he... what is he doing?"
The Liu Brothers looked at each other, even the dying He Ningyan showed a peculiar expression.
With ng Qingtong now unbelievably powerful, this guy didn't even flee, and instead doing so fitness routine?
"You want to save them?" ng Qingtong's lips curled into a slight smile, laughing lightly.
"Not to save them, but to kill you."
Buzz...
As soon as the words ended, Zhang Fan, who was still pressing his legs, suddenly shot forward like a cannonball, and the ground where he stood exploded fiercely, creating a deep pit.
The swirling dust frenziedly enveloped his form...
"Such fast speed!"
Boom...
A heavy punch shattered the fierce raging wind, suddenly striking ng Qingtong's face, who sneered, standing firm, rely extending one hand to block Zhang Fan's fist.
Rumble...
The massive force spread beneath their feet, causing the floor to crack inch by inch.
"It's useless, you just saw it." ng Qingtong's expression was indifferent, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery.
"Fire Dragon Pill Sword!"
Zhang Fan gazed at ng Qingtong with a cold look, lips lightly parted, uttering four words.
Upon hearing this, ng Qingtong's face changed slightly, he hadn't had ti to react...
Buzz...
The arm holding Zhang Fan's fist turned black, blood and flesh cracked like parched earth, scarlet light escaping from the cracks, the flowing blood evaporated under such high temperatures.
"Fire of No Form!?"
This scene left everyone wide-eyed, dumbfounded.
Just now, in that instant, they seed to witness the true form of the Fire Dragon Pill Sword, an invisible True Fla that even the Primordial Spirit couldn't spy...
The most terrifying part was ng Qingtong, nearly invincible, unscathed under the onslaught of three top experts, yet at this mont, he had his defense pierced!?
"What is happening?"
Boom...
The intense sound pulled everyone's thoughts back; ng Qingtong's left arm exploded fiercely, debris scattered, a huge force repelled him back, creating distance from Zhang Fan.
"Brat, you actually..."
ng Qingtong glared at Zhang Fan, his grim face showing a hint of disbelief.
"Wheel Transformation chanism..." Zhang Fan coldly looked at his opponent, only uttering four words.
Upon these words, ng Qingtong's complexion suddenly trembled.
In Daoist Scripture, it says, spring goes and autumn cos, the life and death of vegetation, like a wheel turning, life force births and nurtures.
In spring, life force flourishes, vegetation grows, but by winter, all things perish, vegetation dies, thus spring goes and autumn cos, like a wheel turning.
The power of Rejuvenation cos from this Wheel Transformation chanism, all magical force, when added to his body, will extinguish with the tabolism of his life force, naturally unable to harm him at all.
Fire Dragon Pill Sword, with Fire of No Form, imasurable and untraceable, naturally unaffected by the Wheel Transformation chanism.
"Zhang Fan..."
The Liu Brothers looked at each other, even He Ningyan's eyes involuntarily twitched.
In that fleeting mont just now, this man had seen through ng Qingtong's reality, using his Fire Technique to break the opponent's Divine Techniques.
Such vision, such cunning, such power...
"He is very dangerous." Liu Xingtui's gaze condensed, murmuring softly.
"Good young man, you surely are very special."
ng Qingtong licked his lips, his face showing a glimr of excited brightness.
Buzz...
The scattered dust slowly gathered at ng Qingtong's broken arm, forming a black arm's prototype, soon after, a wisp of life force injected like pausing a wheel turning, the black on the surface peeled away slowly, the sound of flowing blood echoed in everyone's ears...
The brand new arm was as alive as before.
"This..."
Such an unbelievable scene fell in everyone's eyes, making one's scalp tingle.
Even Cultivators, reaching High Skill level, couldn't have such creation to regenerate severed limbs.
"This is Daoist Divine Techniques, Rejuvenation, Wheel Transformation chanism!"
Everyone's face looked grim, rising infinite awe towards ng Qingtong in their hearts.
This man, awakened Daoist Divine Techniques, seed unbeatable.
"Try again."
As soon as the words fell, ng Qingtong appeared in front of Zhang Fan, his speed even more fierce than before, his broad palm covered towards Zhang Fan's head.
Buzz...
Right at this mont, a naless fire vibrated, seeming to echo dragon cries, like sword hums vibrating, terrifying power scorching the surrounding ground black as a furnace.
Boom...
Enormous power surged between Zhang Fan and ng Qingtong, in everyone's eyes, the air where they stood twisted, like a steaming cauldron.
The Fire of No Form was domineering beyond asure.
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