At the sa ti, around Song Ba, the earth seed to have suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, being forcibly split with countless sinister deep sword scars.
These sword scars crisscrossed, resembling bloodthirsty mouths ready to consu people, looking eerie and terrifying, making one's hair stand on end.
Ji Shenhai was utterly terrified, urgently leading everyone to retreat swiftly, fearing that any slight hesitation would result in being caught in the crossfire and rcilessly slain by the aftermath of the fierce battle.
Suddenly, with a sharp ripping sound, Song Ba's clothes were torn apart, revealing his bronze tan, rock-solid muscles.
As the last trace of Sword Qi gradually dissipated into nothingness, a shocking and extrely sinister giant sword scar appeared on his chest.
Blood, imbued with imnse Power of Cultivation, slowly flowed out, staining the ground beneath him crimson.
Although this blood was not as precious as Chu Nan's Treasure Blood, having broken through to the Ninth Heaven, Song Ba's blood and flesh had beco the finest Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Treasure.
The Martial Artist, along with the continuous breakthrough of their Cultivation Realm, will have their physique beco increasingly rare and valuable.
Every inch of skin, bone, and flesh of the body contains unparalleled vigor and is considered top-tier nourishing sacred product in the world, with efficacy far beyond many rare Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Treasures.
It is precisely because of this that so Martial Artists, with extre and stubborn temperant, willfully choose to employ the extrely bloody and brutal Blood Sacrifice Technique to boost their Power of Cultivation.
Suddenly, a thunderous explosion sounded—"Boom!"
Ultimately, Song Ba's massive body fell fiercely from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a bottomless giant pit.
Everyone witnessing this scene was stunned, their faces full of disbelief.
To know, Chu Nan successfully slaying Huo Jiantang was already astonishing, never expected that now he would effortlessly defeat the invincible Song Ba!
Ji Shenhai, seeing this incomprehensible scene unfold, was even more terrified inside, his body trembling uncontrollably. At this mont, he vaguely realized that he seed to have provoked an extrely terrifying and hard-to-handle strong enemy.
However, amidst the crowd, only Chu Nianfang appeared extraordinarily excited and thrilled. She cheered joyously:
"Brother, your strength is simply against the heavens, subduing those so-called Ninth Heaven Martial Artists, as effortlessly as disciplining your unruly junior at ho!"
Gu Nianxue stared wide-eyed, fixated on the deep pit Song Ba had smashed into, completely dazed, unable to suppress the yearning in her eyes.
Among the many Martial Artists on this land, if one were to discuss who holds the first belief in becoming stronger, it is undoubtedly her—Gu Nianxue.
Gu Nianxue had been plagued with cold poison since childhood, suffered countless hardships, faced innurable scorn and ridicule.
Even more, she had been bullied and mocked many tis.
From a young age, Gu Nianxue deeply understood a brutal fact: weakness is the source of disgrace.
Therefore, deep within her heart, the desire for power and self-breakthrough has never diminished in the slightest.
She cast her gaze towards Chu Nan, silently clenching her fists, secretly vowing:
"Chu Nan, rest assured! One day, I will, with my own strength, stand honorably by your side, becoming your capable ally, fighting alongside you!"
However, of Gu Nianxue's thoughts at this mont, Chu Nan was unaware.
Even possessing the terrifying strength to slay Ninth Heaven Martial Artists, understanding the true thoughts within soone's heart is still no easy feat.
His gaze remained firmly locked on Song Ba.
Only to see Song Ba crawling out from the deep pit with difficulty, coughing violently twice, then slowly standing upright.
Due to the strong and unsettling Sword Qi blow earlier, he looked exceptionally disheveled, a pitiable sight.
None could have anticipated that the sword strike from Chu Nan would wield such terrifying power, even Song Ba, known for his bravery, was unable to withstand it, facing a shocking defeat.
If it weren't witnessed with one's own eyes, this battle's outco would hardly be believed once spread.
"Cough, cough!" Song Ba pressed on his wounds, although the injury wasn't large, remnants of Sword Qi lingered within, demanding ti and effort to completely expel the Sword Qi and restore the injury.
"Chu Nan, I must admit, your strength indeed exceeded my initial estimates, but I still harbor dissatisfaction towards you."
Song Ba openly conceded, because the recent sword strike from Chu Nan was indeed earth-shattering.
Chu Nan, with a cold sneer on his face, laughed lightly and coldly questioned: "Oh? Since that's the case, then tell , why do you still hold dissatisfaction towards ?"
Song Ba imdiately responded: "You once made a promise, saying you'd kill Zhou Lan under my protection, but has Zhou Lan now t his end?"
He had realized his strength was inferior to Chu Nan, especially after witnessing that astonishing sword strike, he knew well—should the battle continue, he stood no chance of winning.
Yet he intended to mock Chu Nan.
Upon hearing Song Ba's words, Chu Nan sneered indifferently, pointing to Zhou Lan amidst the crowd, he said: "Sorry, Zhou Lan spoke disrespectfully, insulting Ninth Heaven Martial Artists, and I just administered heavenly punishnt on him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it seed as if ti had frozen, the surroundings plunged into a deathly silence.
However, this silence lasted only a mont, the atmosphere soon turned strange and terrifying.
Zhou Lan first let out a loud laugh, mocking Chu Nan and said:
"Chu Nan, oh Chu Nan, aren't you too arrogant! I'm standing here in great health, living vibrantly, yet you dare to boast such nonsense saying I am already dead? Simply fool's talk in a dream!"
Then, he added smugly:
"I'll tell you, with Song Ba leading and protecting , you want to kill ? That's simply harder than ascending to heaven!" Zhou Lan's words were filled with provocation and disdain, making the crowd turn their heads.
However, when the Martial Artists around turned their gaze to Zhou Lan, they were shocked by the scene before them.
Even those like Song Ba and Ji Shenhai, who were well-versed, couldn't help but gape in astonishnt.
Indeed, at so unknown mont, Zhou Lan's body was pierced by densely packed Sword Qi!
These Sword Qi were as fine as embroidery needles, yet nurous, numbering in dozens. They embedded deeply into Zhou Lan's flesh, making him look like a porcupine bristled with quills.
Feeling the strange gazes from everyone, Zhou Lan felt a rush of doubt.
He lowered his head to look at his body, instantly his face changed drastically, crying out in disbelief: "How can this be!"
Seeing the Sword Qi inserted into his body, Zhou Lan was utterly terrified, his whole body trembling non-stop.
Although these Sword Qi had not brought him fatal injury at the mont, in his heart, he knew, if these Sword Qi suddenly erupted, becoming ferocious, he would inevitably perish.
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