Chapter 471: Chapter 470: The Situation is Dire
BOOM!
The Ghost Spirit struck with a punch.
Wielding imnse Spiritual Power, Fa Ming struggled to block the attack, but on the other side, Chou Ling was already charging in. Caught in their pincer attack, Fa Ming rapidly shifted through his Tao techniques to keep Chou Ling at bay. The Ghost Spirit, however, seized the opportunity to press his advantage.
Eventually, Fa Ming was struck down, crashing heavily to the ground. It wasn’t that he was weak. On the contrary, he was a tier stronger than either of his opponents. But one against two, without a significant advantage in cultivation realm, he was dood to defeat. This was a perfect example: he had already lost.
At that mont, the Ghost Spirit lunged, intending to kill Fa Ming in the shortest ti possible.
"Fa Ming San Qing!" Fa Ming roared.
In the blink of an eye, three identical versions of him appeared before the Ghost Spirit.
The Ghost Spirit scoffed disdainfully, "re phantoms, bound to crumble! Pathetically weak!"
He imdiately attacked, gathering supre Spiritual Power and charging toward the three Fa Mings.
BAM!
His strike tore through all three figures, and the Ghost Spirit smirked. But as the figures vanished into nothing, his expression finally changed.
Not good!
The Ghost Spirit was instantly alard. If all three figures were decoys, then the real one...!
Just as he processed this, Fa Ming had already appeared behind him.
THUD!
Fa Ming unleashed a strike with all his might, slamming it into the Ghost Spirit’s back.
"Ah!" the Ghost Spirit scread.
His body was sent flying backward before crashing heavily to the ground. He was gravely injured, as the strike had been imbued with Fa Ming’s supre Tao Power. Such power was absolutely terrifying.
Fa Ming spat blood. Just as he struck the Ghost Spirit, Chou Ling attacked from the side, landing a devastating blow on Fa Ming’s head. Blood stread from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to one knee, his vision blurring. Perhaps the blow from Chou Ling had been too severe, robbing him of his strength.
Chou Ling did not retreat, maintaining the pressure. The Ghost Spirit, enduring his pain, also charged in for the kill. Fa Ming shook his head forcefully, and seeing the Ghost Spirit approach, he freed his other hand to barely block the attack.
The three were locked in a stalemate, but Fa Ming’s body was already trembling. He clearly couldn’t hold on for much longer.
"Let’s use our Spiritual Power together and tear him to shreds!" Chou Ling shouted.
"Agreed!" the Ghost Spirit nodded.
Black Spiritual Power rose from their bodies, a stark contrast to the golden power emanating from Fa Ming. As the two opposing forces converged on him, Fa Ming struggled desperately to hold on.
Just as the three were exerting their full strength, a voice cried out.
"Return to the Origin Kill!"
"Not good!" Chou Ling’s expression shifted in alarm as he sensed an infinite Sword Qi slashing toward him. He had just started to dodge when the Sword Qi slamd into his body.
"Ah!"
He erupted in a spray of blood.
The boundless Sword Qi blasted all three of them away. They smashed into a small hill, which instantly exploded on impact.
"Who?!" Chou Ling roared, ignoring Fa Ming.
Dragging his injured body, he staggered out from the ruins. anwhile, Fa Ming and the Ghost Spirit, who were already severely injured, had yet to recover.
The two were locked in a stalemate when Ye Fan appeared, holding the Yuanhong Sword and staring intently at Chou Ling.
Chou Ling’s eyes widened in fury. "It’s you!"
"Yes, it’s !" Ye Fan declared.
At that mont, Ye Fan was a man brimming with authority and a murderous aura. He was truly a formidable figure.
Chou Ling spat angrily, "So you’re just a re ant. Today, I will show you what true despair is!"
"Despair? I have never known despair!"
Seeing Ye Fan launch a surprise attack, Fa Ming breathed a sigh of relief. For now, at least, Ye Fan had drawn the attention of the strongest opponent, Chou Ling. Both he and the Ghost Spirit were severely injured. It was impossible to say who would live and who would die.
Chou Ling imdiately gathered his Spiritual Power. A Spiritual Tao Sword, glowing with black light, materialized in his hand. Ye Fan held the Yuanhong Sword defensively before him.
In the blink of an eye, they clashed.
CLANG!
After their swords collided, both n were thrown back several ters, carving deep trenches in the ground where they landed. Neither paused to assess the other’s swordsmanship. The instant they regained their footing, they were moving again, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.
After dozens of exchanges, Ye Fan had withstood Chou Ling’s fierce swordsmanship. Chou Ling’s wounds, however, were worsening. He swung his sword in a desperate slash. Although Ye Fan shattered the blade, Chou Ling instantly snatched a fragnt from the air and thrust it toward Ye Fan’s heart.
Ye Fan tried to dodge, but he wasn’t fast enough. The shard struck him, and he let out a muffled groan.
"Kill!"
"What?"
Before Ye Fan could react, he saw Chou Ling’s fist smashing down on his chest.
BANG!
Ye Fan was sent flying backward. In that sa instant, Chou Ling charged forward again. Enduring the pain, Ye Fan instantly unleashed two fierce waves of Sword Qi that shot out horizontally. Chou Ling swiftly dodged, giving Ye Fan a chance to escape.
Previously, he was usually the one employing such combination attacks—striking the enemy hard with the first move before following up with a second and a third. Now, it was his turn to endure such a relentless barrage. Chou Ling was simply too strong. An expert at the Reincarnation Realm was on a completely different level from soone like him, who had yet to reach that stage. This was the disparity.
If I break through to the Reincarnation Realm, I can definitely slay Chou Ling. This was a confidence that stemd from his very core.
He knelt on one knee, struggling to face Chou Ling. Blood stread from Chou Ling’s horrifying sword wound, and his face was twisted into a ferocious scowl.
He said to Ye Fan with a cold sneer, "I’m surprised an ant like you withstood my combo, but the real cruelty is just beginning! You’re about to learn that facing a truly powerful enemy is a fate worse than death!"
Ye Fan retorted with disdain, "I wouldn’t be so sure!"
He struggled back to his feet. This battle across realms made Ye Fan truly realize its difficulty. Only an expert like him could even attempt such a feat. Ordinary Martial Artists wouldn’t even dream of it. The gulf between cultivation realms was a vast chasm that was nearly impossible to cross.
At that mont, Chou Ling gathered an overwhelmingly tyrannical Spiritual Power. This was a power he had previously only used against Fa Ming. Though still at a distance, Ye Fan could feel its terrifying might. He raised the Yuanhong Sword before him, preparing to withstand the attack.
The fight between Fa Ming and the Ghost Spirit raged on. Despite their severe injuries, both were fighting with desperate abandon, locked in a battle to the death.
Then, Chou Ling declared, "This next strike will be your last! Let’s see if an ant like you can withstand it!"
He watched Ye Fan with a mocking expression.
Suddenly, Ye Fan’s eyes flew open, and he charged at him with maximum speed. Chou Ling, gloating inwardly, never expected Ye Fan to attack so quickly. In his mind, Ye Fan should be struggling just to defend. Daring to initiate an attack was unthinkable.
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