"Alright!" Zhang Fan nodded and took a step forward.
"So young!"
Chaotian Xiang was surprised that Zhao Wuji had actually chosen such a young and handso boy to spar with her granddaughter.
This caught her off guard a little:
"Have you thought this through? My granddaughter is at level 30."
"Senior, are you sure about this?" Zhao Wuji replied with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You're quite confident then, bring it on!"
Chaotian Xiang had full confidence in her precious granddaughter.
"Whoosh..."
The girl flashed and appeared on the empty ground nearby:
"ng Yiran, Martial Soul: Snake Staff, Level 30, Two-Ring Battle Soul Master."
"Zhang Fan, Martial Soul: Tian Shang Sword, Level 40, Three-Ring Battle Soul Sect." Zhang Fan stood calmly with hands behind his back.
"What?"
Chaotian Xiang thought she misheard. She snapped her gaze back to the handso boy again:
"This boy looks about twelve years old. How can he be level 40? I didn't mishear, did I? Say it again!!"
"Zhang Fan, Martial Soul: Tian Shang Sword, Level 40, Three-Ring Battle Soul Venerable." Zhang Fan repeated calmly.
"..."
Not only was Chaotian Xiang dumbfounded, even the aloof girl froze, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief. After all, she was already sixteen, with a perfectly developed figure—curvy and proud—but in front of this handso boy, she felt like nothing.
It felt like he was the real freak here:
"Grandma, how am I supposed to fight that!" ng Yiran whined with a pout.
"Haha, not necessarily! Maybe that boy just has a high level but poor actual combat skills?" Chaotian Xiang tried to comfort her.
"Let's hope so!"
ng Yiran bit her lip, looking a little charming.
Lights shimred beneath her feet, soul rings swirling around, and she stared at Zhang Fan with a serious face.
anwhile, Dragon Duke ng Shu had been separated from ng Po and ng Yiran while tracking another soul beast in the Star Dou Great Forest. He couldn't be found in ti—otherwise, Chaotian Xiang wouldn't have even suggested a spar.
"Buzz..."
Brilliant black light shone beneath Zhang Fan's feet as a ten-thousand-year black soul ring lit up.
"A black soul ring..." Chaotian Xiang exclaid again in shock.
ng Yiran stared hard at the soul ring beneath Zhang Fan's feet, unable to believe it:
"Ah... how do I even fight that!"
She had thought his rings would be average—not a ten-thousand-year one!
How the hell was she supposed to fight that?
"Hehe..."
Zhao Wuji and the others just smiled and didn't say a word.
"Buzz..." Of course, the shock wasn't over yet.
Zhang Fan's second soul ring lit up—it was also black and emitted an even more powerful pressure.
"Twenty thousand years?"
"Impossible?"
"Buzz..." The third soul ring followed, its pressure even greater.
"Thirty thousand years?"
"No way?"
Chaotian Xiang and ng Yiran were completely stunned, their eyes wide as saucers, gasping for air.
ng Yiran was beyond horrified, retreating repeatedly:
"How... how am I supposed to fight that?"
She was about to surrender on the spot.
"Just stall him! Once your grandpa gets here, we'll be fine!"
Chaotian Xiang transmitted her voice to ng Yiran.
"Alright!"
ng Yiran nodded—stalling was her only choice now. She turned, bit her lip, and looked at Zhang Fan:
"Co at !"
"Huh... This pretty girl looked like she was ready to fight anyone a second ago, now she's suddenly switched personalities?"
Ma Hongjun looked surprised:
"Are they up to sothing?"
"Probably not. More likely just stalling until the Dragon Duke arrives!"
Zhao Wuji imdiately sent a voice transmission to the others. After all, if the Snake Granny and her granddaughter were here, the Dragon Duke ng Shu must be nearby.
"Zhang Fan, finish this quickly!" Zhao Wuji said seriously to Zhang Fan.
"Got it!"
Zhang Fan moved with a thought. Purple light flashed in his hand, and the Tian Shang Sword appeared.
"Zzzzz..."
Electricity crackled around him, and the sky darkened.
"Rumble..."
The thunder created an overwhelming dominance around the Tian Shang Sword.
"Uhh... why is his sword martial soul so powerful? So flashy?"
ng Yiran was startled by the terrifying aura, and quickly dodged to the side.
Zhang Fan slashed his thunder-wrapped long sword—and an invisible sword beam instantly flashed past her.
ng Yiran broke into a cold sweat.
"Is that a secret technique?"
She noticed a tear on her short skirt, her face turned red as she bit her lip:
"You pervert..."
"You dodged the attack yourself... and your skirt happened to get cut... It's not like I aid there on purpose!"
Zhang Fan replied speechlessly.
"Ugh!"
ng Yiran felt this guy was way too dangerous—she couldn't beat him at all.
"Yiran..."
Chaotian Xiang hadn't expected the boy to be this strong. If Yiran hadn't luckily dodged earlier, she'd have lost already.
"Clang..." Zhang Fan slashed again. Five sword beams surged forward.
ng Yiran blocked two with her Snake Staff, her body dodging swiftly.
But she still got hit.
"Rip rip..." Luckily, it only shredded her clothes.
ng Yiran quickly dashed into nearby bushes.
Otherwise, her skirt would've completely fallen off.
"Whoosh..." Chaotian Xiang instantly moved in front of ng Yiran.
This way, no one could see her anymore.
"You've gone too far!"
She was furious. Soul power surged around her as her eyes burned with rage.
"You wanted to stall, and we're just fighting normally. We didn't even use soul skills. If we had, your granddaughter would've lost instantly!"
Zhao Wuji shook his head.
"Boss Zhang is insane! Your swordsmanship is top-tier for stripping clothes."
Ma Hongjun gave Zhang Fan a big thumbs-up.
"..." Oscar was speechless after hearing that.
"We lost! The Phoenix-Tail Crest Serpent is yours."
Chaotian Xiang frowned and draped a piece of clothing over ng Yiran. After all, Zhang Fan's strength was just too overwhelming. Even without using soul skills or rings, he'd completely outclassed her.
Zhang Fan's future was unimaginable:
"Zhao Wuji, the green hills don't change, and the rivers keep flowing—we'll et again."
Chaotian Xiang said before leaving with ng Yiran.
"Why didn't we wait for Grandpa?" ng Yiran was clearly upset.
"Your grandpa couldn't make it in ti!" Chaotian Xiang shook her head.
"Brat, hurry up and absorb it!"
Zhao Wuji patted Oscar's shoulder.
"Yes!"
Oscar ran to the Phoenix-Tail Crest Serpent,
Pulled out his dagger, gave the final stab, then sat down to start absorbing.
anwhile, Dai Mubai—lying on the ground—woke up.
"Ugh... my head hurts. Where am I?"
The bald white tiger sat up, looking left and right.
He rembered charging at the Phoenix-Tail Crest Serpent just now...
Then…
He might have aid wrong…
And dove straight into the snake's mouth.
That thought left him completely stunned.
What kind of idiocy was that?
He'd lost all face.
Seeing Oscar absorb the Phoenix-Tail Crest Serpent's soul ring confird it—they'd already killed the thing.
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