The Ice Dragon roared as it controlled the ice rain, unleashing terrifying power that churned the heavens and earth, charging fiercely towards the direction where Chu Nan was.
Lan Zhanhan, not to be outdone as an Eighth Realm expert, instantly appeared in front of Chu Nan.
An Ice Long Spear thrust out in a flash, with the Ice Dragon and ice rain entwining around it, bursting with an unstoppable montum intent on not turning back unless Chu Nan was slain.
Seeing Lan Zhanhan approaching close, Chu Nan dared not be careless.
His eyes brimd with battle intent, and the Blood Pattern Sword appeared, imdiately slashing with the strongest sword strike!
"Mi Yuan Killing Sword!"
The Ancestral Bloodline erupted, and Chu Nan's physical body underwent transformation, the Yang Power sweeping with murderous Sword Qi, booming towards Lan Zhanhan.
Boom, crack!
The two forces collided mid-air, producing a roar that made heaven and earth tremble.
The tip of the spear clashed with the sword's body, and Chu Nan felt a painful screech emanating from the sword, his body retreating crazily under the impact of the force, with the Blood Pattern Sword on the brink of collapse.
"This spear?" Chu Nan narrowed his eyes at the long spear in Lan Zhanhan's hand.
Even though he was not using his full power, Lan Zhanhan could repel him with one strike and heavily damage the Blood Pattern Sword; his strength was sowhat beyond imagination.
Lan Zhanhan casually swung the spear in his hand, proudly saying, "This Ice Ridge Dragon Spear is a Saint Level Spirit Martial, how can your Imperial Level Spirit Martial withstand it?"
The Saint Level Spirit Martial Ice Ridge Dragon Spear emanated a terrifying, bone-chilling aura.
On the spear's body, ice like a gale wrapped around it, ice rain continuously dripping around Lan Zhanhan.
Above the Imperial Level is the Saint Level Spirit Martial, though not as strong as the Heavenly Level, its power surpasses the Imperial Level by over ten tis, a much more precious existence.
Except for the Heaven Lock Chain that Ji Wudao brought from the Imperial Capital, Chu Nan had never seen a second Saint Level Spirit Martial before, now deeply shocked by its power.
Putting away the Blood Pattern Sword, Chu Nan took out the Black and White Guiyuan Sword to prepare for battle again.
At this mont, Lan Zhanhan attacked again, the Ice Ridge Dragon Spear sweeping with a gale of ice rain, fiercely stabbing towards Chu Nan.
This terrifying attack seed almost as if it could freeze even the soul.
Clang!
The sound of tal clashing ford an intense storm mid-air, and Chu Nan's body was once again thrown back, retreating nonstop.
"Zhao Shibang, this ti you are dood!" Lan Zhanhan laughed with satisfaction, once again charging at Chu Nan.
Seeing Lan Zhanhan attacking, Chu Nan knew that without utilizing his full power, he could not possibly contend with Lan Zhanhan, so he had to employ the Desolate Profound Transformation, transforming into the Zangba Evil Body!
Eight giant arms extended from his back, Chu Nan's body reaching three zhang tall, his skin turning dark red, looking like a monster walking out from hell.
"Blood Sea of No Return!"
The Blood Sea Dao Pearl glowed within his Dantian, the Yang Power swept the Blood Sea into terrifying ripples, heading towards Lan Zhanhan.
With a bang, terrifying Spiritual Power exploded mid-air, and both Chu Nan and Lan Zhanhan retreated ten steps, the latter showing shock, saying hesitantly, "Demon Blood Mutation Technique? No... that's wrong!"
Lan Zhanhan's eyes widened, looking at Chu Nan's current form, a flash of inspiration struck him: "This Demon Blood Mutation Technique is definitely not from the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall; a Martial Artist from the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall could never achieve such transformation."
"Moreover, why do you have such dense Ancestral Bloodline aura on you, much stronger than Bu Qingfeng back then by several dozen tis."
"Could it be... you're from the Ancestor Sect of the Imperial Capital?"
From Chu Nan's appearance, Lan Zhanhan imdiately deduced his origin; although unaware of the exact identity, Lan Zhanhan knew Chu Nan ca from the Imperial Capital, disguising himself to infiltrate the Ancestor Sect with great motives!
All at once, Lan Zhanhan felt both shocked and delighted; to him, Chu Nan was practically a delivered Ancestral Bloodline.
Defeating Chu Nan would allow him to seize an Ancestral Bloodline stronger than Bu Qingfeng's, ensuring a greater advantage in the future within the Main Hall over the First Hall Master.
"Ultimately, did you still see through it?" Chu Nan sighed, knowing that once he used his full strength, it would be easy to discover his true identity.
Seeing the increasingly excited and frenzied Lan Zhanhan, Chu Nan knew he must resolve this battle today; otherwise, even escaping from the Southern Desert might be impossible.
Boom!
The Reverse Blood Shakes the Sky erupted, Chu Nan's aura soared once more, elevating his power to an extrely terrifying level.
Surrounding yellow sand swept in, the heavens and earth within a hundred miles changed color, the terrifying aura centered around Chu Nan, continuously spreading outwards.
"Throughout the Celestial Crossing Realm, a Martial Artist capable of expertly controlling Ancestral Bloodline must surely co from the Ancestor Sect; today, this Hall Master has encountered a great fortune indeed!"
Lan Zhanhan's gaze towards Chu Nan revealed an uncontrollable greed; he ceased speaking and charged at Chu Nan again.
As Lan Zhanhan advanced, the Ice Dragon let out an ear-shattering roar, as the spear tip suddenly emitted a dazzling Cold Ice Rainbow.
Wherever the Cold Ice Rainbow passed, even the air congealed into powder.
Everything was reduced to lifelessness under this terrifying low temperature.
Even a Martial Artist rely grazed by its edge would likely instantly lose consciousness, collapsing to death.
However, in the face of Lan Zhanhan's ultimate strike, Chu Nan remained unfazed, charging out on his own initiative.
Seeing this, Lan Zhanhan burst into an excited laugh: "Zhao Shibang, you must be crazy, daring to take on my attack head-on, courting death!"
This was nearly Lan Zhanhan's full-force attack; even fellow Eighth Realm experts would find it hard to contend with.
But just as the Cold Ice Rainbow was about to pierce Chu Nan, he suddenly slashed out with his Black and White Guiyuan Sword, a blinding Sword Aura piercing the sky, erupting with the power of the five elents and the four symbols.
Endless flas shot skyward; under the power of Yang, these flas erupted with a terrible force that could incinerate everything.
As the flas spewed forth, the Cold Ice Rainbow, already like solid ice, began to lt actively.
Soon it turned into a drizzly warm rain, crackling as it hit the yellow sand underfoot, sinking into it.
The combined powers of the five elents and four symbols easily shattered the Cold Ice Rainbow under the influence of Yang Power and continued to charge at Lan Zhanhan.
Lan Zhanhan, witnessing the nearing danger, couldn't help but feel alard.
"How could this be?"
Neglecting deeper inquiry, Lan Zhanhan imdiately mobilized all the power within his Dantian and ridians, forming an Ice Shield in front of him.
Boom!
The terrifying force struck the Ice Shield, bursting forth with dazzling light and a strong screech.
Lan Zhanhan's body continuously retreated in mid-air; if anyone saw this, they would be flabbergasted because the distinguished Fifth Hall Master of the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall was actually blasted away by Chu Nan, who hadn't even shown his Sea of Clouds!
Such an event would be hard to believe wherever it occurred.
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