Ding Fan hid in a corner and watched.
When Hua Zhimo took out that longsword wrapped in flas, Ding Fan was taken aback, for the longsword had been imbued with the attribute of fla.
To be endowed with an attribute, there must be an attribute stone involved, and those items are treasured not only on Earth but even in the Cultivation World, where they are considered extrely valuable. A single attribute stone in the Cultivation World could be exchanged for a considerably large fortune for an ordinary person.
Simply put, if he could obtain that attribute stone, Ding Fan would now even consider trading Dahua Company for it, which shows how precious this attribute stone truly is.
Ding Fan had not expected that Hua Zhimo would possess such a treasured item.
"Hua Zhimo, this fla… could it be that you killed the South Sea God?!" exclaid the Songshan elder in shock upon seeing the fla stone.
After hearing the Songshan elder, Hua Zhimo smiled indifferently. "Songshan elder, you truly have extensive knowledge, to recognize the South Sea God's demise just by seeing this fla…" she said.
"Indeed, the South Sea God was indeed killed by you!" The eyes of the Songshan elder grew solemn.
"The South Sea God was really uncooperative, causing to absorb less than half of his cultivation power…" Hua Zhimo said with a sigh.
"You wretched witch, the South Sea God was a dear friend of mine, and today I shall avenge him!" With these words, the Songshan elder suddenly pulled out a long blade from his storage ring.
This long blade emitted a blue glow, and even from a distance, Ding Fan could feel the blade's cold qi.
Truly a fine blade!
No sooner had the Songshan elder drawn the long blade than he roared and launched an attack towards Hua Zhimo's head.
At that mont, Hua Zhimo showed no fear. "You're already severely wounded, and yet you seek revenge? I shall send you to the underworld to et your friend today."
After speaking, Hua Zhimo flicked her wrist, and in an instant, a trendously powerful Inner Strength burst forth, sending a gust that stirred the surrounding sand and stones.
"Die, you wretched witch!" The Songshan elder gathered his strength, and indeed, with a whirlwind force, the long blade thundered down.
Hua Zhimo showed no intention of dodging; instead, she positioned her longsword horizontally.
Clang...boom… boom… boom…
In an instant, centered around the two of them, a powerful Inner Strength spread out, snapping the trunks of nearby trees.
Hidden in the corner, Ding Fan watched the scene unfold with a surge of alarm.
Although Ancient Martial Arts still pale in comparison to Cultivation, once one has reached the Heavenly Level, the combat power of these Ancient Martial Arts masters can no longer be underestimated.
The Songshan elder and Hua Zhimo were rely Martial Artists of the second or third grade at the Heavenly Level. What would it be like if they were at the peak of the Heavenly Level?
Thinking this, Ding Fan wondered if there were even higher levels beyond the Heavenly Level?
Martial Arts and Cultivation shared many similarities, albeit with different philosophies. Ding Fan believed that Martial Cultivation ultimately also had a path to eternal life that was uniquely its own.
At that mont, on the arena, as soon as the Songshan elder and Hua Zhimo clashed, they began bombarding each other.
The collision of their powerful Inner Strengths shook the surrounding ground, while the trees and rocks nearby were destroyed by their Sword Qi.
Watching the battle on the arena, Ding Fan found his horizons broadened.
Martial Artists at the Heavenly Level were indeed extraordinary; reaching this level was truly like crossing a threshold into another realm.
Ding Fan compared his current cultivation level with that of Hua Zhimo.
If Ding Fan were to battle against Hua Zhimo now, his chances of winning would be about fifty percent, or perhaps slightly more.
At this mont, Ding Fan silently admonished himself to act prudently and not to let his advancent to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishnt cause him to look down on everything. There were still plenty of formidable people on Earth.
Not to ntion, if these Heavenly Level Martial Artists were to co after him together, Ding Fan would only have one way out—death.
Boom… boom… boom…
At this mont, the situation in the arena suddenly changed.
Since the Songshan elder already had internal injuries, after a prolonged battle, he began to show signs of weakness.
Seeing this, Hua Zhimo intensified her attacks, launching relentless bursts of Inner Strength that forced the Songshan elder to continuously retreat until eventually, he was sent flying backward.
Relying on his cultivation level, he managed not to fall heavily to the ground and narrowly steadied himself.
Pu-chi… Still, the Songshan elder sustained severe injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Master!" At that mont, several figures appeared in front of the Songshan elder.
"Not bad, not bad… The people of the Songshan Sect have all arrived, saving the trouble of going to annihilate your sect later. Today, I might as well take care of you all at once," Hua Zhimo cackled wildly.
"What are you doing here, get away quickly!" the Songshan elder said to the few disciples beside him, frantic with urgency.
"Master, with such a formidable enemy before us, how can we possibly leave you here alone? We're leaving together!"
At once, several disciples drew their longswords and took up positions in front of the Songshan elder.
"You… you're no match for her, you…" At this, the eyes of the Songshan elder reddened with urgency.
At that mont, Hua Zhimo invertedly held the Fla Sword and slowly walked towards the elder of Mount Song. "After today, there will be no more Songshan Sect, no more elders of Mount Song in the world..."
"Hua Zhimo..." The elder of Mount Song seed to have made a decision and spoke to Hua Zhimo beside him, "If you spare the Songshan Sect, spare my disciples, I am willing to let you drain all my cultivation power!"
"Oh?" Hua Zhimo, who originally had a murderous look, brightened up upon hearing this.
The elder of Mount Song was known as the living fossil of Ancient Martial Arts, old in age and high in cultivation. If she really could drain all his cultivation power, then Hua Zhimo would indeed beco formidable.
Thus, at this mont, Hua Zhimo was indeed very tempted.
"Do you know how to drain all the cultivation power?" Hua Zhimo asked with a smile on the side.
The elder of Mount Song snorted lightly. "To extract all the cultivation power, all ridians need to be clear, which ans, as long as I'm alive, you can drain of my cultivation completely."
Hua Zhimo nodded. "The elder of Mount Song indeed understands. Alright, as long as you allow to accustom myself to the cultivation in your body, I might consider sparing the Songshan Sect, sparing all your disciples."
"Master, no! You can't believe this Fairy's nonsense..." At this mont, one of the elder of Mount Song's disciples was urgently advising him on the side.
Snap...
And just as that disciple had not yet finished speaking, Hua Zhimo unleashed a powerful gust of wind directly.
The disciple didn't even have ti to react and was directly blasted away. He fell to the ground with a thud, spitting several mouthfuls of blood before losing consciousness.
"You..."
"You..."
The people of the Songshan Sect all glared furiously, but out of fear of the opponent's cultivation, none dared to really fight to the death.
You must know, the disciple who had just been blown away by Hua Zhimo had Earth Level peak cultivation. Such a person was like an adult hitting a child in front of Hua Zhimo, and the others, even if they went up, would have no chance of winning.
"You all go down. Hua Zhimo after all is a Heavenly Level Martial Artist, a grandmaster of a generation. She said she would not harm you, which ans she will not harm you. I've lived so many years, more than two hundred years, what more can I ask for? To exchange everyone's lives for mine alone, this is already enough!" the elder of Mount Song told his disciples.
"Master!"
"Master..."
The elder of Mount Song slightly shook his head. "You all go, leave now..."
As he said this, the elder of Mount Song looked towards Hua Zhimo. "Rember what we agreed on, you promised not to touch the Songshan Sect, not to kill my disciples."
Hua Zhimo snorted lightly. "Your disciples are but ants to , if they do not provoke , why should I bother killing them!"
As the elder of Mount Song continued speaking to his disciples, "You guys quickly leave."
"You think after you leave, Hua Zhimo will spare the Songshan Sect? Spare your disciples?" Just then, Ding Fan's calm voice ca from the side.
Everyone present was stunned, obviously, nobody expected Ding Fan to appear at this ti.
The elder of Mount Song, however, did not recognize Ding Fan.
During the previous exchange et, there were particularly many people, and Ding Fan had only exchanged a Sword Spirit Stone, so he did not recognize Ding Fan.
However, judging from Ding Fan's deanor and speech, it seed like he was here to help him.
"Young one, this is not sothing you can interfere with, get away fast!" the elder of Mount Song said to Ding Fan.
Ding Fan was young, and the elder of Mount Song did not believe that soone of Ding Fan's age could contend with Hua Zhimo. In his view, Ding Fan standing up was either madness or the foolish courage of naïveté.
Yet, Ding Fan did not heed the elder of Mount Song's advice; he continued, "She drains your cultivation power, kills you, then the Songshan Sect would be left with a vendetta against Hua Zhimo, do you think Hua Zhimo would allow the Songshan Sect to exist?"
The elder of Mount Song frowned upon hearing Ding Fan's words, clearly considering what he had said.
"Young man, you killed two of my disciples; you don't hide to scrounge a ager existence but instead choose to die standing up and spoil my good deeds..." Hua Zhimo's eyes emitted a chilling light at that mont. "Today, I shall make sure you die!"
"If you want to kill , you better have the ans to do so." Ding Fan responded then said to the people of Mount Song. "Take your master away to rest, I'll take care of this witch."
The people of Mount Song looked at each other.
Clearly, they all thought Ding Fan was crazy. It was like a kindergarten kid challenging the world boxing champion. There was absolutely no comparison between the two.
"Young man deserves to die!" Hua Zhimo coldly dropped these words.
Whoosh! Right as Hua Zhimo's words settled, a gust of Inner Strength directly targeted Ding Fan.
The elder of Mount Song frowned, as Hua Zhimo's attack was very fierce and sudden. In his view, Ding Fan would certainly be hit by this strike and, if not dead, would be seriously injured.
But just as the elder of Mount Song thought Ding Fan was surely hit, Ding Fan's right hand had already reached out unnoticed.
Boom... That ball of energy was directly blocked by one hand from Ding Fan.
And at that mont, observing Ding Fan, his expression unchanged, his deanor calm, his posture had not even shifted.
Incredibly... he had blocked it...
The elder of Mount Song was stunned, then looked at Ding Fan beside him with disbelief...
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