Chen Fan smiled as he looked at Wu Tianxing, "After all, you are but n awaiting death; does knowing who I am still hold any aning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three flying swords sped towards Wu Tianxing.
Seeing this, Wu Tianxing reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, imdiately exerting all his strength to dodge the attack of the flying swords.
The sudden ergence of the flying swords had taken Wu Tianxing and his companions by surprise, allowing Chen Fan to slay a second-grade and a first-grade Divine Realm cultivator in a blink.
Now that Wu Tianxing and the remaining second-grade Divine Realm cultivator were aware of the terror of Chen Fan’s flying swords, naturally they wouldn’t give him any more chances to strike.
After all, Wu Tianxing was a third-grade Divine Realm cultivator; it was naturally impossible for him to be killed by the flying swords in a single strike when he was on guard.
A thick, blood-red fog surged around Wu Tianxing as he desperately resisted the three icy beams releasing formidable power, his expression grave.
He turned his head to glance at Chen Fan and then said to the second-grade Divine Realm cultivator, "As I understand it, controlling flying swords requires a great deal of ntal and physical power. This kid is controlling three flying swords at once; he probably can’t afford to be distracted by anyone else. Take this chance and attack him now!"
The second-grade Divine Realm cultivator nodded solemnly, then quickly rushed toward Chen Fan, his palms gathering an extrely evil force. The ghastly cries that rose from it made one’s hairs stand up.
He slamd the palm containing that force towards Chen Fan, shouting, "Kid, prepare to die!"
Chen Fan glanced at him, snorted coldly, flicked his Dharma Seal, and controlled the Sword Nurturing Gourd. Another icy beam shot out, colliding with that force of ghastly cries, and fended off the attack against Chen Fan.
The second-grade Divine Realm cultivator’s brow furrowed, "You can actually control four flying swords at the sa ti!"
Chen Fan grinned and said, "You’re mistaken, it’s actually five."
The second-grade Divine Realm cultivator was startled and felt a premonition of death. Then he tried to dodge from his spot.
However, he was a step too slow. An icy beam pierced through the back of his head and exited through his brow, conclusively ending his life.
His eyes wide with shock, the second-grade Divine Realm cultivator couldn’t believe, to his death, that Chen Fan was capable of controlling five flying swords at the sa ti.
After dealing with the last elder, Chen Fan directed all five flying swords to attack Wu Tianxing simultaneously.
This was his current limit, and although the power of the flying swords was fearso, the consumption of his own spiritual power was also extrely terrifying. Even with nine Golden Cores in his body, he couldn’t sustain combat with five flying swords for long.
Therefore, he had to finish off Wu Tianxing quickly.
The blood-red fog around Wu Tianxing was rapidly depleted by the power of the flying swords and disappeared almost completely in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the bad turn of events, Wu Tianxing ground his teeth, ford a bizarre hand seal, and then a fierce and terrifying Evil Ghost sprang out from within him. It howled, enveloping the five flying swords.
Nevertheless, it was only a mont before the five flying swords flew out from within the Evil Ghost, smashing through its surrounding evil forces completely.
Wu Tianxing ford another Hand Seal, a black force shield appeared, blocking the five flying swords.
The power of the flying swords clashed with the force on the shield, and soon after, a crackling sound emanated from the shield. Then a crack appeared, spreading rapidly, until the shield could no longer withstand the pressure and burst apart with a loud crash.
Five beams of cold light penetrated Wu Tianxing’s body and quickly returned to the Sword Nurturing Gourd.
Chen Fan put away the Sword Nurturing Gourd, let out a breath of relief, and said to himself that he had finally dealt with that guy; otherwise, if the battle dragged on, he would have found it difficult to control so many flying swords to attack.
Seeing that both their Sect Leader and elders had been killed, the mbers of the Ghost Witch Sect were all horrified, their faces pale with fear. Many instinctively started to retreat, thinking to flee for their lives.
Just at this mont, a wildly brutal and evil force erupted from the core of the Ghost Witch Sect’s abode. The entire sky was quickly shrouded by dark clouds, and a formidable ntal force swept across the land, swiftly converging upon Wu Tianxing’s body.
Chen Fan felt the spiritual power and imdiately found it sowhat familiar.
Seeing this, the mbers of the Ghost Witch Sect showed expressions of surprise and joy.
"Ancient God! The Ancient God has descended! We are saved!"
Chen Fan’s brow furrowed. "Ancient God?"
At that mont, the body of Wu Tianxing, who had already breathed his last, suddenly stood up, his eyes opening to reveal a blood-red hue. His aura began to climb, clearly stronger than before.
"Who is it that killed my followers!" A furious voice bellowed out.
mories in Chen Fan’s mind were triggered, and he instantly understood why he found this power familiar—it was the sa Ancient God he and Liu Yunxi had encountered in the ancient temple!
He hadn’t expected the Ghost Witch Sect to worship this so-called Ancient God as well.
"It was I who killed them," Chen Fan said indifferently.
Wu Tianxing, now possessed by the Ancient God, turned his head to look at Chen Fan and after sizing him up, he said, "I seem to have encountered your aura before... I rember now, it was you who destroyed my avatar in the Jiangbei temple!"
Chen Fan laughed, "Who would have thought you’d rember ? Seems like it’s indeed a small world for neses!"
The Ancient God snorted coldly. "A re ant, daring to destroy my avatar and kill my followers, today, I shall end you!"
Imdiately his body was surrounded by Yin Spirits, dense and nurous, all flying towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan sensed that Wu Tianxing, now possessed by the Ancient God, likely had the strength of a fifth-rank Divine Realm, but he showed no panic.
With the experience from last ti, he already knew what thods could counter these Yin Spirits controlled by the Ancient God.
Two beams of light shot out from his eyes.
The Candle Dragon’s Eye!
The Yin Spirits were instantly suppressed, but they broke free from the restraint of the Candle Dragon’s Eye after just a mont.
However, that mont was enough for Chen Fan to complete his Hand Seal, deploying a terrifying Divine Skill.
Two Golden Crows, radiating intense light, soared from behind him, quickly flying towards the Yin Spirits.
Nine Revolutions Golden Crow Skills!
The temperature in the entire space spiked due to the appearance of the two Golden Crows, turning it into a scorching hot sauna. Everyone’s clothes were instantly soaked with sweat, and their skin began to burn, prompting them to quickly retreat.
As the Yin Spirits t the utterly yang and utterly firm Golden Crows, they emitted piercing screams before turning into green smoke and vanishing into thin air.
Then, the two Golden Crows rushed towards Wu Tianxing, now possessed by the Ancient God. An endless sea of fire enveloped him, reducing his body to ashes, leaving behind only a condensed mass of Soul Force.
"Damnable creature! What kind of technique is this! I dare you to reveal your na, so when my true form descends, I shall take your life!" The Ancient God’s voice rang out, furious and frustrated.
Chen Fan sneered and shouted, "My na is Xiao Che, my father is Xiao Zhantian, a big shot in the Divine Covenant. If you dare, co find !"
"Xiao Zhantian? Hah, he is but an ant in my eyes too. Prepare yourself for my wrath!"
The voice of the Ancient God gradually grew fainter and eventually dissipated.
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