Fang Zhixing appeared unhurriedly, overlooking below, and spoke indifferently: "I am Fang Zhixing, Master of Eight Tribes of the Yellow Bell Sect, may I have the pleasure of knowing your na?"
"So it is Sect Leader Fang, I have long admired your na."
The gray-robed elder cupped his hands and introduced himself: "I am Xiang Jinlin, an elder of the Tribulation Alliance. The Star Domain we reside in is experiencing a starfield disaster, forcing us to flee here. I ask Sect Leader Fang to be accommodating and open the gates to let us pass."
Fang Zhixing sneered coldly: "Elder Xiang, I’m sorry, I have a mission in this life, and cannot comply with your request."
Xiang Jinlin paused slightly, raised a storage bag, and shouted: "We ca in a hurry and didn’t prepare any gifts. Here is a small token of appreciation, hoping Sect Leader Fang will accept it with a smile."
Saying this, he tossed the storage bag into the air.
Fang Zhixing did not catch it, rely shook his head and said indifferently: "This road is blocked; to avoid conflict, I hope you turn back imdiately and do not put us in a difficult position."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Jinlin’s face turned grim, his eyes revealing a fierce cold light.
A middle-aged man beside him beca anxious, unable to help but roar: "Yellow Bell Sect, is it? Don’t refuse the face given to you. You’re rely a second-rate force; can you resist our Tribulation Alliance’s thousands of troops?
Hmph, I advise you to be sensible and not be a lackey for Mu Chen Immortal Sect, or don’t bla us for being impolite."
Fang Zhixing remained unchanged in expression, laughed coldly: "Not heeding advice will suffer a great loss."
"Hmph, who do you look down on, who actually suffers is still unknown!"
Xiang Jinlin flicked his sleeve violently, speaking coldly: "This place is Heavenly Fall, where calamities run rampant under it. We Tribulation Immortals can unleash our power without restraint, without worrying about the descent of the Heavenly Tribulation, while you rit Immortals, though occupying the Phantom Spirit Fortress, can only cower inside and dare not engage us in battle outside the city."
The middle-aged man shouted: "That’s right, Tribulation Immortals are not to be underestimated."
Xiang Jinlin continued: "Moreover, let tell you, the Phantom Spirit Fortress has been captured multiple tis in history, all by Tribulation Immortals.
Mu Chen Immortal Sect sent your Yellow Bell Sect here to guard, clearly treating you as cannon fodder, with ulterior motives."
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled slightly, mocking: "You fools, I have the Luck Talisman to protect , if you don’t believe it, try breaking through."
"Luck Talisman?!"
Xiang Jinlin and others held their breath, their faces becoming particularly serious.
With the blessing of the Luck Talisman, even a Golden Immortal can act without restraint.
They whispered to each other, discussing whether to launch a forceful attack on the fortress.
"We have no retreat left, turning back ans certain death, charging forward might offer a sliver of life."
Xiang Jinlin looked at everyone, making the final decision.
"Charge!"
A group of Tribulation Immortals were filled with indignation, murderous intent filling the air.
In no ti, the sound of killing arose!
Tens of thousands of the Tribulation Alliance began attacking the Phantom Spirit Fortress like a swarm of locusts, the strong aura of calamity soaring violently and engulfing everything.
Nine Difficulties, Five Tribulations, Three Calamities...
Various calamities followed one after another, like a torrent, madly crashing into the defense formation, causing ripples on the shield, one after another.
Inside the fortress, Fang Zhixing and others remained calm, thodically maintaining the defensive formation, conserving strength while waiting for exhaustion.
"That Xiang Jinlin is also listed in the bounty..."
Fang Zhixing flipped through the book and was surprised to find Xiang Jinlin’s na.
Goodness, his bounty is worth two Luck Talismans!
"Gongsun Baoling died fighting for Mu Chen Immortal Sect, and only received one Luck Talisman."
Fang Zhixing’s eyes shone, and a slit opened slightly between his brows.
In an instant, he saw Xiang Jinlin’s Life Blood Bar.
"Oh, he has hidden his cultivation, turns out he is an early-stage Sixth Grade Tribulation Immortal, no wonder!"
Fang Zhixing squinted his eyes slightly.
On the surface, Xiang Jinlin seed to be Seventh Grade, but he had long ascended to Sixth Grade, hiding deeply, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.
"Unfortunately, in front of , these disguises are aningless."
Fang Zhixing scanned around, confird that there were no stronger Tribulation Immortals hiding among the crowd, then stepped forward.
"Haha, the Sect Leader is going into battle!"
"Crush these lowly Tribulation Immortals, daring to confront us rit Immortals, it’s simply courting death!"
"If they don’t want to save face, then let’s give them face!"
The people of the Yellow Bell Sect all beca invigorated, haughtily confident.
Xiang Jinlin’s pupils shrank, suddenly retreating to fall towards Heavenly Fall.
Fang Zhixing smiled disdainfully, fearlessly pursuing him directly.
"Just he alone dares to fight out of the city?"
"Everyone, go together, surround him!"
"Quickly capture him and force the people inside to open the gate!"
Seeing this situation, the other Tribulation Immortals were all excited, scrambling to rush towards Fang Zhixing, forming an encirclent.
Xiang Jinlin was overjoyed, his body shaking, instantly releasing the terrifying pressure of a Sixth Grade Tribulation Immortal, unleashing a stream of black water.
"Calamity·Ten Thousand Poisons Invade the Body!"
The black water surged violently, carrying countless toxins, lethal upon contact.
The other Tribulation Immortals almost simultaneously made their move, releasing calamities densely without discrimination, endlessly covering the sky.
Fang Zhixing remained calm and composed, flipping his hand to take out the Thousand-Autumn Bell.
This bell rose slowly, growing larger against the wind.
Then, Fang Zhixing extended his hand, five fingers clenched into a fist, striking out.
When~
A magnificent sound swept through, radiating deep into the void of Heavenly Fall.
In an instant, this space shook violently, turning into an endless swamp.
"Burst Skill·Zeshen’s Heavy Grace!"
Xiang Jinlin’s form halted, along with his poisonous black water, both sinking into the swamp.
The other Tribulation Immortals fared even worse, their lower bodies swiftly engulfed by the swamp, sinking deeper, inexorably trapped.
In a mont, about one hundred thousand Tribulation Cultivators fell into the swamp.
"What move is this?"
"Are you blind? This is the secret technique of the Zeshen Tribe of the Yellow Bell Sect!"
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