Wang Meng roared in the direction of Ling Fan.
Ling Fan landed on the valley floor with a calm expression. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"You foolish, greedy wretches! If you hadn't repeatedly ruined our efforts, we would have long ago suppressed the Demon Abyss completely. Die!"
Wang Meng glared at Ling Fan, gritting his teeth.
As he spoke, he launched a surprise attack, a vicious killing move. A terrifying river of pháp lực, mixed with intractable demonic energy, surged towards Ling Fan.
However, to his shock,
Ling Fan didn't even dodge.
He allowed the attack to strike him head-on.
Yet, he remained unmoved, completely unharmed!
"How is this possible!"
Wang Meng was instantly startled. He knew his own strength intimately. As the strongest genius of his generation in his clan, his power and talent were unquestionable, capable of slaying veteran cultivators in the late Core Formation stage across realms.
Although his strength had decreased after enduring the self-detonation of a late Core Formation stage expert, he was still far from someone easily contended with!
This outer world martial artist, who appeared younger than him, was very strong.
He was, in a word, unfathomably deep.
"Quickly, take the Myriad Spirit Grass and go! Don't mind me! I'll hold him off. You must deliver the Myriad Spirit Grass to the elders!"
The other four felt a surge of righteous indignation, wishing they could rush forward and fight alongside Wang Meng.
However, they ultimately weighed the pros and cons and chose to obey Wang Meng's command to escape.
Yet, Ling Fan made a grasping motion with his hand, and the chaotic spiritual energy in the vast expanse around the valley suddenly coalesced into an unbreakable iron cage.
The four men, charging towards it, were repelled in a disheveled state.
The five young powerhouses were even more astonished!
"Be careful! This is an unprecedentedly strong enemy! I will break his cage, and you seize the opportunity to leave! Save as many as you can!"
Waves of terrifying power erupted from Wang Meng. Under a desperate push, his demonic energy began to gain the upper hand, gradually suppressing his cultivation. A look of pain appeared on his face, but he paid it no mind, continuing to frantically boost his power.
Two demonic horns appeared on his head, demonic energy roiled, and his physical body began to demonize at a visible rate.
"No! Brother Mengzi!"
"Damn it, we'll fight you to the death!"
The four cried out in anguish.
But Wang Meng gritted his teeth and cursed, "Get lost!"
With that, Wang Meng, enveloped in soaring demonic energy, charged at Ling Fan without looking back.
A sharp long saber appeared in his hand, its blade bearing numerous bloodstains, exuding an aura of immense tragedy and desolation.
Ling Fan's expression was indifferent. He casually pointed a finger, and the boundless chaotic spiritual energy, as if obeying a king's command, churned wildly to form a colossal finger that could change the very color of the heavens and earth.
Even before this finger fully descended,
Wang Meng's terrifying blade energy, unleashed by his demonic saber, was rapidly collapsing and recoiling.
Wang Meng's injuries became even more horrific. His already somewhat cracked body sustained expanding bloodstains, and blood gushed out.
But Wang Meng acted as if he felt nothing.
Frantically channeling the long saber in his hand, with endless demonic energy flowing, he fearlessly swung his saber again.
"So what if you're stronger than me? I'll use my seven-foot body to accompany you to the Yellow Springs!"
"My Body for Righteousness Saber!"
As this saber strike fell, an earth-shattering aura erupted from Wang Meng. Though it was evil demonic energy, it radiated a moving, tragic grandeur!
And a noble, upright, impartial, and life-sacrificing conviction.
Under the augmentation of this tragedy and conviction, the power of this saber strike reached the peak of Wang Meng's life, far exceeding the limits of his cultivation and combat strength. Even Ling Fan's finger, which controlled the boundless chaotic spiritual energy, could not overshadow the brilliance it unleashed.
Ling Fan had intended to crush this young man with a single finger.
But the moment Wang Meng unleashed this saber strike,
An unprecedented brilliance flashed in Ling Fan's eyes. He rarely showed a flicker of being flustered, staring intently at the saber strike Wang Meng delivered.
Because this saber strike...
Was one that he had taught to a registered disciple in his previous life.
Ling Fan suddenly waved his sleeve, and the finger attack dispersed, transforming into a rain of spiritual energy that impacted Wang Meng.
Wang Meng was horrified to find that his saber strike had vanished like a stone sinking into the sea...
And the dense points of spiritual energy rain striking his body were rapidly healing his injuries.
This sudden turn of events left Wang Meng completely stunned.
Because he knew very well that even with his desperate, life-risking saber technique, "My Body for Righteousness Saber," he could not shake this gray-haired young man.
He could feel it clearly.
For a moment,
This gray-haired young man had intended to kill him.
But in the end, he had spared his life, and was even healing his injuries. What was going on?
Just as Wang Meng and the other five young men were at a loss,
Ling Fan suddenly spoke, asking,
"Are you surnamed Zhou? What is your relationship with Zhou Yunchang?"
"We are not surnamed Zhou, and we don't know this Zhou Yunchang you speak of. We are surnamed Wang. What exactly do you want to ask!"
Wang Meng remained silent for a moment before replying in a deep voice.
"Surnamed Wang, not Zhou..."
Ling Fan mused, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
"Since you are not surnamed Zhou, this question is no longer important. Let me ask you, do outsiders say you are the Demon Burial Clan? Have you colluded with this demon race from the abyss?"
"Nonsense! We are not the so-called Demon Burial Clan. These are all slanders fabricated by outsiders who don't know the truth. We are..." one young man protested indignantly.
But before he could finish, Wang Meng interrupted him.
He also realized his slip of the tongue and quickly stopped.
Ling Fan's profound gaze fell upon the demonic energy on Wang Meng's body, which was on the verge of losing control. He pondered for a moment and said, "Are you using yourselves to suppress that demon expert? Is that so? Using your own talent, potential, lifespan, and even your lives, to suppress and weaken that demon, which is why you possess the power of demonic energy."
The mark of the Heavenly Demon Eye flashed in Ling Fan's eyes.
With just a glance, all the secrets of Wang Meng and the other five young men were laid bare before him.
A tempestuous wave surged in Wang Meng's heart. In that instant, he had the illusion that all his secrets had been seen through by Ling Fan.
He asked cautiously, "Who exactly are you!"
"You are not qualified to ask my identity. You only need to know that I am not your enemy."
Ling Fan said lightly, offering no further explanation.
"Regardless, you didn't kill us this time. I, Wang Meng, owe you a life, and I will repay it! I'm leaving!"
Wang Meng called out to the other four.
Ling Fan did not stop them.
He had already guessed some things, but there were still other things that required further verification of his conjectures through evidence.