Chapter 1153: Chapter 1153: The Test of the Supre Elder
The Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder floated down from mid-air and landed in front of Ning Fan, sizing him up from head to toe, "Kid, taking away the auction token from us isn’t sothing you can just talk your way into."
"Junior understands, that’s why I’ve co to seek the guidance of the elders, haven’t I?" Ning Fan replied with a light smile.
The other three Supre Elders also floated down and scrutinized Ning Fan, their eyes filled with contemplation.
The formation was rely the first test; getting the auction token from them wouldn’t be an easy task.
"A surna of Ning..." The Ghost Yin Sect’s Supre Elder wore a contemplative expression, "This inevitably reminds
of that man with the surna Ning from the past."
His voice was soft, only audible to the two Supre Elders beside him, who simultaneously turned pale.
"Don’t ntion that na, it’s terrifying."
"Exactly, back then that guy caused a huge disturbance in Kunlun, and even the Five Great Sects couldn’t do anything about him."
While the three Supre Elders were conversing, the Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder had already proposed a challenge for Ning Fan.
"Kid, I won’t be hard on you. As long as you can withstand three punches from , I’ll consider you to have passed my test!"
The Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder continued the admirable tradition of the Fierce Lion Sect, insisting on a path where one’s strength proved their way.
Before Ning Fan arrived, they had already learned that he was the new Sect Master of the Feiyu Sect.
Fierce Lion had been afraid of scaring them, and following Ning Fan’s instructions, he hadn’t disclosed Ning Fan’s true identity to the Supre Elders.
Thus, the Supre Elders only considered Ning Fan to be rely a Sect Master from a lower-ranked sect.
In the eyes of these Supre Elders, how could the Sect Master of a lower-ranked sect have the qualification to command the Masters of a middle-tier sect?
That was simply preposterous!
"Kid, get ready, this is the first punch!"
The Fierce Lion Sect’s Supre Elder stepped forward, stomping his right foot heavily on the ground, and the formidable strength directly created a deep hole.
With a roar, his right fist swung fiercely, the mighty force pouring out unrestrained.
A huge fist made of condensed Spiritual Power charged straight at Ning Fan.
"Bang!"
The extrely compressed Spiritual Power caused whirlwinds in the air, pushing aside all the air around and also destroying the nearby vegetation with its power.
Ning Fan gave a faint smile, raised his right fist, and collided forcefully with the Fierce Lion Sect Supre Elder’s punch.
"Boom!"
A deep rumbling explosion resonated, and the invisible shockwave imdiately spread in all directions, destroying everything in its vicinity.
After a mont, as the dust settled, Ning Fan remained standing in place, spotless, his expression indifferent.
"Elder, your punch is quite powerful," he said lightly.
The Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder’s face fluctuated with emotion; his punch just now would have severely injured a Foundation Establishnt Peak Cultivator.
But this young man had not only withstood it but also did so without flinching or changing expression.
"What is your cultivation level?" the Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder asked gravely.
Ning Fan replied with a smile, "Junior is at the Late Foundation Establishnt Stage."
Late Foundation Establishnt Stage?
You’ve got to be kidding !
The Supre Elders all displayed evident disbelief.
A cultivator at the Late Foundation Establishnt Stage blocked a punch from soone in the Half-step Pseudo-Dan Realm?
Did they really think the elders were unaware of what the Late Foundation Establishnt Stage ant?
The Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder’s expression darkened further, "Kid, I’m starting to dislike you. You hide your cultivation level, are you planning to keep so trump cards to deal with ?"
"Let
tell you, no matter what trump cards you’re holding back, you won’t be a match for ! Today, I will make you understand the gap between us!"
With those words, the Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder threw another punch.
The force used surged forth, several tis stronger than before.
The fist generated a roaring wind, pulling in the surrounding vegetation to form a mighty dragon in the air.
The dragon seed alive and lifelike, roaring ferociously, almost as if its echoes intended to shatter eardrums.
"Elder, this is your second punch," Ning Fan said calmly, and then his own fist surged out, potent Spiritual Power bursting forth and striking the dragon.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the dragon instantly exploded, turning into a storm of flying leaves.
Ning Fan stood amidst the falling leaves, appearing like an immortal who had just stepped out of a forest.
"Elder, you have one last punch left."
The Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder’s face grew grim, his gaze fixed on Ning Fan.
Having been easily countered twice in a row by Ning Fan caused him to reassess Ning Fan’s ability.
At the sa ti, he realized that the Sect Master from a lower-ranked sect before him was not as he had initially assud, rely a powerless waste.
"Kid, it seems you truly possess so skill; my last punch will involve my special move."
"If you can’t withstand it, then resign yourself to death!"
With that, the Blood Lion Sect’s Supre Elder took a deep breath, and the robust Spiritual Power began to swirl around him.
Like a volcano on the brink of eruption, terrifying power accumulated relentlessly, and upon its release, it would burst forth with a fearsoly formidable might.
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