Roar...
Suddenly, Yuan Ling Crown let out a long cry, his voice deep as a bell, terrifying aura was ten, even a hundred tis stronger than any "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound" or "Whale Breath Dragon’s Chant".
If the Mahayana Realm is the sublimation of Primordial Spirit, generating Sexual Light and elevating Sexual Skill to a new height.
Then, the Sect Leader Realm, is the sublimation of the flesh, True Yang Core Formation, Life Skill stepping into a brand new domain.
Thus, such strong figures, with a re gesture or posture, possess imnse power.
Rumble...
Yuan Ling Crown’s exhalation, like a fierce storm, unexpectedly flung the Prince Qin flying away when he was still ten steps away, the sharp wind like blades, tearing his flesh and blood, spreading crimson everywhere, revealing the sinister white bones beneath.
In the blink of an eye, Prince Qin transford into a bloody silhouette, directly crashing into the rock wall, triggering falling stones to cover him.
"This..."
Everyone present glanced at each other, utterly silent.
Who would have thought that this so-called top genius of the Qin Family, Prince Qin, would be so useless, awakening with earth-shaking montum, but defeated in complete disarray.
Just in an instant, beaten like a dead dog, without even touching a hair of Yuan Ling Crown.
"..."
"Is this the Junior Celestial Master who shook half of Jiangnan over twenty years ago?" Fang Changle pursed his lips, truly not knowing what to say.
"After all, having been asleep for over twenty years, human abilities have limits, and it’s hard to recapture lost ti." Zhang Fan sighed.
"It’s over, back to square one." Fang Changle muttered softly.
"It’s really okay if you don’t speak." Zhang Fan glanced sideways.
At this mont, including Qin Ming, everyone’s face looked as if they had eaten a dead fly, unsightly.
Indeed, in front of a powerful figure at the Sect Leader Realm, nothing can change, nothing can be salvaged.
"You think you can still survive?" Yuan Ling Guang scanned everyone’s face like a sword, finally resting on Zhang Fan, pausing slightly.
Just that brief pause made Zhang Fan’s heart skip a beat, faintly sensing sothing amiss.
"Young Brother Zhang, you actually have a chance to survive." Yuan Ling Crown grinned, walking towards Qin Ming, yet not pausing his speech in the slightest.
"Anyway, you’ve already killed Qin Shi, killing one is killing, killing two is also killing, everyone here counts as one, you can pick anyone, chop off their heads, and it’ll be your pledge of loyalty."
Yuan Ling Crown’s words, every one resonating powerfully, seed laced with a tone of mockery.
"Submit the pledge of loyalty, and you can live too."
"Damn, this old thing!" Zhang Fan’s face changed abruptly, cursing in his heart.
He actually sold him out right in front of Qin Ming, Song Yunqi, and Ji Haisan.
"I don’t care who you are, Brother Yuan won’t eat his words and grow fat despite thunder from the heavens, despite family deaths, custor safety cos first, that’s Brother Yuan for you."
At this mont, the firm promises Yuan Ling Crown made when Zhang Fan purchased intel echoed in his mind.
"Damn your entire family, you really can’t trust the words of a second-hand dealer." Zhang Fan inwardly cursed continuously, greeting the ancestors of Yuan Ling Crown up to eighteen generations.
"Zhang Fan, you really killed my brother." Qin Ming shouted sharply.
At this mont, Yuan Ling Crown even slowed his pace, watching this scene before him with amusent.
"Zhang Fan, you dare collude with the Wuwei Demon, thus harming Daoist Sect disciples!?" Song Yunqi hollered, finally seizing Zhang Fan’s weakness.
"Senior, he is cursing you as a Wuwei Demon right in front of your face, can you really endure this? I don’t know about others, but if it were , I’d certainly slap him to death..." Zhang Fan said blandly.
"Zhang Fan, you..." Song Yunqi’s expression changed upon hearing this, his face turning red as he cautiously glanced at Yuan Ling Crown.
"No problem, Younger Brother Zhang, today you and I will act together, none can survive, whoever you want to kill, we will kill!"
Yuan Ling Crown grinned, effortlessly including Zhang Fan in "we."
"He’s really more cunning than a monkey, this old scoundrel harbors ill intentions." Zhang Fan cursed inwardly, quickly turning his thoughts over, pondering a strategy.
Now, he was caught in a dilemma, teaming up with Yuan Ling Crown to extinguish Qin Ming, Song Yunqi, and Ji Haisan was certainly easy, but doing so would thoroughly deliver his handle into the opponent’s grip.
But if he didn’t team up, none from here could leave Tusk Mountain alive, and even if so did, it would be more harmful than beneficial to Zhang Fan.
Now, he was truly caught between a rock and a hard place, forced to the brink of an abyss by Yuan Ling Crown’s words.
"It would be perfect if I could also eliminate this old scoundrel."
Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly conceived a bold idea.
"Hmm? Why did I say ’also’?"
"Brother Zhang..."
Yuan Ling Crown’s voice ca again, pulling Zhang Fan from his chaotic thoughts, and presently, his tone had cooled sowhat, seemingly devoid of patience.
"Who do you say we kill first?"
"This..." Zhang Fan pondered slightly.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a violent sound sliced through, everyone instinctively turned to look, seeing the rock pile suddenly explode, a figure slowly erged, surprisingly, it was Prince Qin.
"He’s not dead!?"
Zhang Fan’s eyes glowed, watching Prince Qin’s robust body exposed to the air, his wounds swiftly healing at a visible rate, the remaining blood revealing a mottled golden sheen.
"This is..."
"Daoist Divine Techniques..."
Song Yunqi’s eyes widened, shouting involuntarily.
He had heard long ago from the Divine Power Association that over twenty years ago, the Junior Celestial Master, who beca renowned across half of Jiangnan, at a young age, awakened a frightening Celestial Gifted Divine Techniques.
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