"You, a re initiate in the Transformation Realm, dare to show off before ?"
Facing the sky full of leaves cutting through the air, Qin Fan sneered as his body suddenly shot up from the ground. His feet tapped on the surfaces of the leaves like a dragonfly skimming water. With a cold, arrogant sneer, he lunged toward the Transformation Realm Elder.
"Impossible!"
It wasn't just that Elder. All the others, including Yao Junxian, cried out in shock. But however impossible it seed, what was unfolding before their eyes was reality.
In that instant, the Elder controlling the leaves steadied himself, no longer daring to be careless or overconfident. He threw his hands up and then clapped them together. SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! The sky full of leaves instantly coalesced, forming a Leaf Stick. In that brief mont, the Elder leaped forward. THUD! His palm closed around the Leaf Stick in mid-air, making a dull sound.
"Take this!" the Elder roared. He gripped the Leaf Stick, which was infused with the power of a Grandmaster and blended with the Qi Force of the heavens and earth, and swung it straight at Qin Fan.
"Earth Evil's third form, Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma!"
The leaves beneath his feet had already been pulled away by the Elder to form the Leaf Stick, but Qin Fan, still suspended in mid-air, bellowed deeply. Facing the incoming Leaf Stick, he neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he shockingly thrust a palm directly at it.
"Ignorance!"
Seeing Qin Fan et the Leaf Stick, which was imbued with a Grandmaster's power, with his bare palm, the Elder sneered. He looked as if he could already envision Qin Fan's fate. Forget a greenhorn like him; even a fellow Transformation Realm Grandmaster would not dare to block it with their bare hands. Ignorance was often a synonym for courting death. In his eyes, Qin Fan was doing just that.
But in the next second, he was stunned.
The mont Qin Fan's palm struck the Leaf Stick… BUZZ! The stick, concentrating the full power of a Grandmaster, suddenly humd. It then exploded, shattering into pieces that drifted softly and powerlessly to the ground.
The Elder was forced back several steps by the residual force of the Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma, his face abruptly filled with horrified astonishnt.
"How is this possible? How can this be?" Staring at the smirking face before him, the Elder violently shook his head and cried out.
"Heh, there are many impossible things in this world," Qin Fan scoffed lightly.
As he spoke, just as Yao Junxian and the others were poised to attack in unison, Qin Fan suddenly stamped his foot on the ground and then bellowed loudly, "Sword, Arise!"
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
The very sa leaves he had just dispersed with a palm strike suddenly shot up into the air. With a speed the naked eye could barely follow, they assembled into a two-ter-long sword.
"Divine Skills aren't ant to be used like that," Qin Fan scoffed, holding the Leaf Sword in one hand. Then, he raised the blade high and charged forward.
The overwhelming Mixed Elent True Qi firmly locked onto the Elder.
As the approaching figure lood, the Elder tried to dodge, but he found himself frozen in place, utterly unable to evade. Reflected in his pupils, the domineering Leaf Sword grew closer, and closer, and closer.
"No! No! No!!!" Though his body was immobile, he could still cry out. At this mont, he was terrified.
What would happen to if this sword struck? He dared not imagine. But his hysterical cries already revealed the depths of his terror.
"Stay your blade!"
Just as Qin Fan's Leaf Sword was inches from the Elder's head, Yao Junxian, with no ti to intervene, let out a trembling, desperate roar.
"Heh…"
Qin Fan let out a aningful chuckle. Unaffected by Yao Junxian's cry, the Leaf Sword continued its descent. It deftly swung down, cleaving toward the Elder's forehead.
"NO!!!!!!!!!"
The heart-wrenching cry soared into the sky, echoing for a long ti.
"Relax, you won't die," Qin Fan said with a playful smirk. Amidst the thunderous, echoing cry, he released his grip. The Leaf Sword, which had just traced a line down the Transformation Realm Elder's entire body, instantly disintegrated, the leaves rustling as they scattered to the ground.
As the oppressive aura binding him vanished, the Elder on the ground began to squirm. His throat bobbed as he muttered in utter disbelief, "I'm not dead? I'm not dead? I'm not dead?"
Just a mont ago, when the Leaf Sword touched my skin, I had completely despaired. This man could shatter my Divine Skills with a single palm. His terrifying Qi chanism locked in place, leaving completely helpless. How could I possibly withstand a fiendish technique that turns leaves into a sword? But now, I'm still alive? Did… did he show rcy at the last second?
However, his shocked murmuring received no response. At this mont, it seed as if the entire world had fallen silent.
Everyone, except for Qin Fan, was staring dumbfounded at the Elder. This included the other early-stage Transformation Realm Grandmasters and even Yao Junxian, who had just entered the middle stage of the Transformation Realm.
A thin line of blood ran from the center of the Elder's brow all the way down to his lower abdon. It was a cut that had only broken the very surface of his skin, from which a trivial amount of blood now oozed.
He showed rcy at the last possible mont! An early-stage Transformation Realm Grandmaster was defeated so easily? Who on earth is this intruder?
Panic ensued. Not only were the other mbers of dicine Valley flustered, but even Yao Junxian, the Valley Master, was in a state of alarm.
"Who are you exactly? What is your purpose for coming to dicine Valley?" Suppressing the unease in his heart, Yao Junxian faced Qin Fan with a stern look and trembling eyelids.
"It seems the Transformation Realm Grandmasters of your dicine Valley are on a completely different level from those in the Martial Arts World," Qin Fan said, shaking his head while eting the panicked glint in Yao Junxian's eyes. He kept his hands behind his back. "Tsk tsk, I suppose your so-called Grandmasters could be considered the weakest of their tier."
"Are you here for revenge because we tried to steal your Pill Furnace? Fine! Don't harm anyone else from dicine Valley. The two of us will repay the debt!" Under the overwhelming pressure, the two unlucky n got to their feet, speaking as if ready to face death.
"You? What do you count for? If I wanted to kill you, would I have needed to wait until now?" Qin Fan said disdainfully.
"Who are you? Can you please tell who you are? What do you want in dicine Valley?" Yao Junxian stepped forward, pushing the two n behind him. A frenzied light flickered in his eyes as an unprecedented gravity settled on his face.
"Qin Fan." With a slight smile, Qin Fan leisurely uttered the na.
However, as soon as Qin Fan announced his na, everyone—be it Yao Junxian or the other Elders—showed an expression of extre horror.
"You… you're Qin Fan? The Qin Fan who struck down Lan Xiaosheng at the Golden Summit of Ei Mountain?" Yao Junxian stamred, an unmistakable look of shock on his trembling face.
"I am," Qin Fan nodded lightly.
"May I ask what brings Master Qin here?" After discovering Qin Fan's identity, Yao Junxian's attitude did a complete one-eighty, though he stopped short of being obsequious or servile.
"Nothing important. I've taken an interest in your Spiritual dicine Garden. I just want to stay there for a while, that's all," Qin Fan said with a casual, carefree smile, as if speaking of sothing utterly insignificant.
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