Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: Spiritual Power
"Alright, just relax and leave this guy to ."
Ning Fan patted his shoulder, stepped forward, and stood in front of the four n.
Before they could react, Ning Fan stomped his foot and in an instant threw a punch towards Miao Si.
Boom!
The punch was alarmingly fast; those present couldn’t even see Ning Fan’s movents before his formidable Spiritual Power had already slamd into the Formation around Miao Si.
Boom!
A deafening roar exploded, sending invisible shockwaves surging in all directions.
"Did it, did it break?"
Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and Huang Gu watched the scene nervously, their hearts in their throats.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
But at that mont, a fierce wind howled, sweeping away all the surrounding dust and smoke.
In mid-air, the formation around Miao Si was shaking continuously. Although it looked like it might collapse at any minute, it miraculously did not break.
After the formation stabilized, the dark expression on Miao Si’s face gradually eased, and a proud smile crept across his lips, "See? With your strength, it’s simply impossible to break our formation!"
The other three Sect Masters also burst into loud laughter, not hiding their mockery.
Seeing this, Ning Fan couldn’t help but frown.
In his senses, the formation did not wield enough power to withstand his attacks.
But why was his strength being nullified so effortlessly?
"Kid, your strength is too weak. Watch how I suppress you today and plunder everything from you!"
Miao Si laughed loudly, as his vast Spiritual Power poured towards Ning Fan like an ocean.
Unafraid, Ning Fan rallied his Spiritual Power and t it head-on.
Rumble!
In an instant, the two forces of Spiritual Power collided, creating towering waves.
Rumble, rumble!
Ning Fan’s Spiritual Power was indeed powerful and concentrated, but for so reason, it kept being countered by a strange force that continuously nullified it.
Miao Si’s Spiritual Power seed to have a needle that kept puncturing Ning Fan’s power, much like popping balloons.
At each puncture, that part of the Spiritual Power would imdiately dissipate.
"How strange, what’s so peculiar about this guy’s formation?"
Ning Fan was gradually being pushed back and felt it was very odd.
Before he could react, the needle suddenly lunged forward, piercing directly through his Spiritual Power and stabbing ferociously into his mind.
"This is..."
Ning Fan’s eyes bulged as he felt countless thoughts erging in his mind, surging like tides, as if to burst his brain.
It was spiritual power!
This was the spiritual power of Cultivators!
Ning Fan imdiately realized what had been piercing through his Spiritual Power.
On the surface, Miao Si was using a formation, gathering all his disciples to confront him.
In reality, hidden in the Spiritual Power was the collective spiritual power of these people, which had sneaked into his mind under the guise of the Spiritual Power.
Sensing Ning Fan’s anomaly, Miao Si laughed uproariously and triumphantly, "Haha! Fool! Did you really think I would continue to compete in strength with you? This is the spiritual power of hundreds of our people combined. How could you possibly resist it on your own?!"
Spiritual thoughts differ from Spiritual Power; most Cultivators, even if they have strong Spiritual Power, simply cannot enhance their spiritual power.
The main reason is that Spiritual dicines which enhance spiritual power are exceedingly rare, and even in Kunlun, these items are hoarded by the Five Great Sects.
In Miao Si’s view, even if Ning Fan had great strength, his spiritual power would certainly not be strong.
"Die!"
Seeing Ning Fan standing still, Miao Si’s eyes glinted ferociously, as he unleashed his Spiritual Power without reservation, descending like an overwhelming tsunami.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The intense roaring sounded instantaneously, and the entire dense forest seed as if countless bombs had been dropped, whipping up howling dust and smoke.
Ning Fan’s figure was engulfed in the roiling dust.
"Sect Master!"
The violent explosions and billowing dense smoke completely enveloped Ning Fan, causing Huang Gu and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng to cry out in alarm, their faces changing dramatically and their eyes filled with intense terror.
They couldn’t understand why the Sect Master, who had been suppressing the enemy before, suddenly got suppressed in return.
Such ferocious Spiritual Power, if it were them trapped in it, they would have already turned to ash!
Although the Sect Master was powerful, taking a head-on hit...
"Stupid child, this is the price for your arrogance!"
"After killing you, all of yours will be ours."
"And after we deal with you, the whole of Kunlun will be in our hands!"
Miao Si laughed maniacally, controlling the formation to slowly envelop The Man in the Black Mist, Zhuang Peng, and Huang Gu.
"Damn, you want to kill ? Let’s see if you have the ability!"
The Man in the Black Mist, arrogant and unyielding, had no intention of retreating. Black mist churned around him, ready to fight Miao Si to the death.
As for Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and Huang Gu, the two exchanged glances, then clenched their teeth fiercely, surging with imnse Spiritual Power.
"If the Sect Master is dead, we won’t survive either!"
"Rather than being hunted down, we might as well fight them here and now!"
The robust Spiritual Power surged out, turning into sharp swords and slashing towards Miao Si.
"Ignorant ants, you think you can stop ?"
Miao Si sneered, his Spiritual Power transford into two giant palms, easily catching the Spiritual Power swords and crushing them into powder.
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