Capítulo 402: Chapter 520 — A Reunion with the Nesis Xiang Zhantian
Chapter 520 — A Reunion with the Nesis Xiang Zhantian
The secret techniques Fang Luo and his companions had relied on in the subterranean battle still carried residual effects. Their bodies had endured trendous strain, and it took precious monts for their true appearances and full strength to stabilize. Once fully recovered, they carefully located a cavern exit and erged into the open air.
Below, the underground heat had been suffocating, but now, aboveground, a biting, frigid wind cut through their robes and armor. Even Saint Realm cultivators, accustod to extre conditions, felt the stark contrast in temperature and atmospheric pressure. Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng paused montarily, letting their senses recalibrate, scanning for any imdiate danger or signs of pursuit.
Before they could take a single step, an unmistakable sense of imminent threat washed over them simultaneously, raising every hair on their bodies. Their hearts quickened.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
From all directions, streams of pure sword qi whistled through the air. The energy was sharp enough to carve mountains and potent enough to twist the frost in the surrounding landscape. The ambient pressure pushed against their chests, forcing them into defensive stances as if the world itself conspired to hold them still.
Fang Luo’s eyes narrowed. With practiced precision, he activated his defensive artifacts, and Fang Chen and Fang Qiufeng mirrored him. A barrier of interwoven spiritual energy ford around them just in ti, blocking the oncoming slashes and sending shockwaves rippling across the snow-covered ground. Ice shattered, wind howled, and loose stones were pulverized into dust.
A voice cut through the chaos—smooth, taunting, filled with amusent.
“Well, well… the labyrinth seems to have guided straight to you three vermin.”
Xiang Zhantian’s laughter was low and rich, carrying a subtle nace. He had not anticipated that waiting in ambush would result in stumbling upon the very enemies he had long sought. Fate, it seed, had delivered them into his hands.
Around him stood three Saint King cultivators: one at the second tier, two at the third. Their formation radiated confidence, lethality, and absolute control. Xiang Zhantian’s pride swelled, and he allowed himself a cruel smile. This ti, he believed, the Fang trio had no avenue of escape. After months of planning and waiting, revenge was finally within reach.
Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng shared a brief glance, surprise flickering in their eyes. They had not expected to encounter a nesis imdiately upon surfacing. The scales of power seed decisively in Xiang Zhantian’s favor.
“Luo-ge, we should retreat,” Fang Chen transmitted ntally, his tone cautious but firm. Though surrounded, they could still fall back to the underground passages for safety.
Fang Luo was about to respond when his jade slip vibrated subtly. Curious, he opened it and saw the confirming presence of reinforcents. A grin spread across his face.
“No need to retreat,” he replied. “Mu Ge and Ying are nearby. Once they arrive, we can join forces and handle these people together.”
Relief washed over Fang Chen and Fang Qiufeng, and they exchanged quiet smiles. If it had been just the three of them, victory would have been uncertain. But with Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying arriving soon, the battlefield was about to tip in their favor.
Xiang Zhantian observed the calm deanor of the trio and misinterpreted it as fear. Smugness crept across his face.
“Speak, then. How do you wish to die?”
One of his Saint King aides whispered cautiously, “Master, we should strike quickly. This is the Fiery-Ice Realm; lingering too long may invite unforeseen complications.”
Though powerful, they were not omnipotent. A delayed move could allow rival forces to intervene, upending their advantage. Xiang Zhantian nodded, acknowledging the warning.
“Kill them!” he ordered, sweeping a hand across the battlefield.
The three Saint Kings lunged in perfect synchronization. Raw force, precision, and experience allowed them to dominate the initial monts of combat. The first-tier and third-tier Saint Kings outclassed the Fang trio in raw cultivation and brute strength.
Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng, still recovering from their previous exertions, could not yet deploy their full arsenal. They had only their skill, instinct, and remaining artifacts to rely upon.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Strikes collided violently. Shockwaves tore across the snow, cracking the ice beneath their feet, whipping snow and stone into the air. The Saint Kings initially dominated, their attacks relentless, yet after only a few exchanges, doubt flickered across their faces.
“How can this be? They are only Great Saints, yet their combat strength rivals ours!”
“Indeed… extraordinary. They must not be allowed to escape.”
Even Xiang Zhantian was taken aback. The Fang trio, though technically inferior in cultivation, fought with precision, strategy, and instinct that belied their apparent rank. For the first ti, he questioned whether absolute victory was guaranteed.
Through ntal projection, he issued a command.
“Full force! Spare no one! Kill them at all costs!”
The trio felt the pressure mount. Their muscles burned, breath ca in sharp, asured gasps, and sweat dripped from their temples. The cultivation gap was real, but they would not yield. They had survived worse—and they had plans of their own.
Then, the familiar voice of Fang Mu Ge ca through the jade slip.
“We’ve arrived. Once we are close, each of us will strike one. You three focus on the remaining enemy.”
Timing was perfect. Fang Luo signaled with his eyes. The Fang trio would hold their ground, baiting the Saint Kings until reinforcents were in position.
From the shadows, Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying moved with absolute stealth, their presence hidden even from the perceptive Saint Kings engaged in battle.
When they closed the distance to re dozens of miles, they struck in unison.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying targeted the two third-tier Saint Kings. Their immortal bodies and the elent of surprise made them almost unstoppable. anwhile, the Fang trio converged on the remaining second-tier Saint King.
“No—!”
The attack was instantaneous. Even seasoned, experienced fighters could not respond in ti. Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying’s strikes overwheld their targets before they could mount any real defense.
The second-tier Saint King, though more powerful than the fourth prince of Tianhui, was crushed under the coordinated might of Fang Luo, Fang Chen, and Fang Qiufeng. Within monts, all three of Xiang Zhantian’s allies were slain.
The tide of battle flipped violently. Xiang Zhantian, who had expected absolute victory, now stood alone and exposed.
“What… how… why are they helping them?” he muttered, disbelief etched deeply into his face.
“You don’t need to know,” Fang Luo replied coldly. Without hesitation, he unleashed the Azure Broken Sword, a weapon reserved for critical monts.
Xiang Zhantian, formidable Great Saint though he was, could not withstand the attack. In a single, swift motion, his life was extinguished, his eyes wide with shock and confusion at the unexpected defeat.
He had imagined a mont of ultimate revenge, yet fate had cruelly denied him. Moreover, the nine subordinates he had painstakingly hired to eliminate the Fang trio had already perished under their hands.
In a matter of minutes, the battle that had seed nearly hopeless for Fang Luo and his companions had transford into a complete and decisive victory, leaving the frozen battlefield silent except for the echoes of their triumph.
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