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Fang Yang and Xue Hu exchanged a glance, their expressions slightly changing, filled with shock and anger, yet they struggled to contain it. If they were outside, they would naturally not engage in much conversation with Jiang Han, perhaps even tempting him with treasures.
However, at this moment, the interests of the Sect must come first, while personal emotions should be placed second. The treasure that the White Lotus Family had obtained was very likely what the Supreme Elder needed; how could they just sit back and watch the White Lotus Sect take it away?
This time, the Qingcheng Sword Sect was determined to succeed or perish in the attempt. They had nearly exhausted all the keys to the Sky-Connecting Armory accumulated over the years, sending a large number of elite disciples and Sect elders inside. If they could not bring back the longevity elixir, how long could Cen Weizhuang, the Sword Master of Danfire Flowing Clouds, hold on? Who could say for sure?
Moreover, while they were currently unaware of Jiang Han's background, they had already thoroughly investigated the situation of the White Lotus Family through a series of tests. It would undoubtedly be difficult to make them retreat.
Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and coldly addressed Jiang Han: "It seems you are refusing a toast only to drink a penalty! No matter how declining my Qingcheng Sword Sect is, we are still a first-rate force in the martial world. We kindly invite you, yet you look down on us. Do you intend to stand against us alongside that Demoness from the White Lotus Sect?"
As soon as Fang Yang finished speaking, everyone from the Qingcheng Sword Sect turned their gaze toward Jiang Han, their eyes revealing a hint of ferocity. They then fully unleashed their momentum and pressed toward Jiang Han.
Jiang Han wore a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, appearing calm and unperturbed. "Stand against you? Does your Qingcheng Sword Sect even qualify?! When it comes to twisting facts and slandering others, I cannot compare to you so-called 'righteous gentlemen'."
"However, when it comes to face?"
Jiang Han snorted, "In the end, what martial artists compare is strength. As long as your fists are big enough, naturally, people will give you face. If you only have flashy moves, then you can only blame your bad luck!"
As his voice fell, a blood-red rainbow shot out from his wide sleeves, bizarre and striking, resembling a splashing blood flower. It was an extreme beauty but also extremely dangerous.
Even from a distance, Fang Yang and Xue Hu couldn't help but change their expressions dramatically.
It was a painful realization! They had kicked a hard wall!
This thought flashed through their minds. Without time to think further, the two quickly coordinated and took their stances.
"Extreme Revenge Fist!"
"Hate Extreme Palm!"
Fist prints and palm prints intertwined, filling the entire void with rolling True Qi, carrying boundless might.
"Buzzing~"
The Bloodthirsty Blade emerged but encountered the martial skills of the two Grandmasters of Martial Arts from the Qingcheng Sword Sect at the Fusion realm. It made a crisp buzzing sound as if dry wood met fierce fire.
"What is this?"
Jiang Han was surprised, feeling that the Bloodthirsty Blade seemed a bit off today.
As he sensed that surge of hatred, the entire blade trembled slightly, like a heart pounding rapidly.
Suddenly, a flash of gray-black light appeared and then calmed down, retracting its terrifying aura.
In the next moment, the Bloodthirsty Blade flew back to Jiang Han's hand as if it were in sync with his intentions.
He raised his hand and gently waved it towards the nearby ruins.
"Boom!!"
The originally solid structure was directly sliced through as if a sharp blade had cut through soft tofu, leaving a smooth edge like a mirror.
"Divine Weapon Promotion?"
Xue Hu's eyes widened, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face.
This truly is a rare occurrence!
In the martial world, the signature weapons of the Fusion Realm are generally Heavenly Tier Divine Weapons, and not everyone possesses their own. Among these are swords, spears, halberds, and various other weapons.
"Do you really want to oppose my Qingcheng Sword Sect?" Fang Yang said fiercely, "Although you are strong, if you remain stubborn, we will not hold back."
"Hehe."
Bai Ling's voice rang out like a melodious oriole, "What are you pretending for? If the Qingcheng Sword Sect were truly that powerful, why have you been hiding for so many years? Now you are just trying to make a desperate move by placing people everywhere."
Clearly, Bai Ling was throwing accusations, but strangely, her words did not feel out of place at all.
"I advise you to surrender immediately!" the White Spirit Saintess said while buying time. "Our strengths are roughly equal now."
As she spoke, she stepped forward, channeling her energy like waves, layer upon layer increasing the pressure on the opponent.
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