LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 159: Feng Fan Has To Die!
Qian Xiaoli's attack was the first to reach Hou Mengyao. His punch shattered it effortlessly, and his strike lost no power whatsoever.
Huang Xue's sword followed close behind, but Hou Mengyao's punch broke her stance and sent her flying backward. The grip on her sword almost slipped from her hands.
Deep cuts appeared across Huang Xue's body as she collided with Qian Xiaoli. Both of them were sent tumbling through the air, closer to Feng Fan.
Feng Fan, who was circulating his cultivation technique to suppress Hou Mengyao's sword qi within his body and heal his injuries, caught both of them.
"Fan'er… I-I'm sorry," Qian Xiaoli said, blood trickling from her mouth.
Though Huang Xue bore the brunt of the strike, she was not unscathed.
Huang Xue was in worse shape. Not only had she suffered severe internal injuries, but her body was also tainted with sword qi. Fortunately, she had the best regeneration abilities among them.
Her cultivation technique continued to circulate relentlessly, gradually suppressing the sword qi and healing her injuries.
Feng Fan glanced behind him and saw that the others had already disappeared into the forest. Half of the twenty Heavenly Sword Sect disciples had been teleported out of the pocket dimension, while the other half writhed in pain on the ground.
Relieved that they had made it out, Feng Fan let out a sigh. A new resolve quickly took hold of him, and his expression hardened with determination.
He gathered all his strength, his arms bulging with effort as he hurled both Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli toward the forest.
"You two go first, I'll follow right behind!"
"Feng Fan!" Huang Xue shouted as her body was sent flying toward the safety of the forest, away from the cliff.
He turned back to face Hou Mengyao, who was smiling at him.
"It seems you've accepted your fate. That's good. Don't worry, you'll be the only one who dies!" Hou Mengyao said, his smile filled with confidence.
"Whether I die or not is not decided yet!" Feng Fan shouted as he charged toward Hou Mengyao, who stood confidently with his sword in hand.
Rather than rushing directly at Hou Mengyao, Feng Fan sidestepped, positioning himself between Hou Mengyao and the cliff.
"Oh? I wonder where your confidence comes from. You're not even in the Golden Core Formation realm yet. You're nothing more than an ant I can crush whenever I please," Hou Mengyao sneered, his voice full of disdain for Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's gaze never wavered from Hou Mengyao. His cultivation technique flowed steadily, his own qi completely enveloping Hou Mengyao's sword and spiritual qi inside his body.
"Hou Mengyao…" Feng Fan said, before charging forward. His right fist clenched tightly, pulsing with energy.
"It's payback time!"
The power in Feng Fan's fist distorted the air around it. Hou Mengyao, who had been filled with disdain just moments ago, now felt a wave of dread as he saw the energy in Feng Fan's punch.
'What is this? Fear? Am I really afraid of an ant?' Hou Mengyao thought, his face twisting with rage. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire
He was furious at Feng Fan. He would never allow someone beneath him to make him feel afraid!
Hou Mengyao gripped his sword tightly. Without using any complicated technique, he simply focused on filling the blade with all the sword qi he could muster.
For a sword cultivator, sword qi was his greatest weapon.
Slash marks appeared in the ground around Hou Mengyao as he channeled his sword qi into the blade. Even the space around him seemed to tremble, as if it were being cut.
'There is nothing I can't cut! I am destined for greatness!' Hou Mengyao thought.
What he didn't realize was that as he gathered his sword qi, the system within him was also adding its own energy. It was heavens qi, one of the most powerful forms of qi in the entire universe.
Its power rivaled Feng Fan's suppression qi!
As Feng Fan nearly closed the distance between them, Hou Mengyao took a step forward, bringing his sword down in a vertical slash.
Feng Fan's punch collided with Hou Mengyao's attack. The impact was so powerful that it almost tore the space itself apart.
This pocket dimension had been designed to withstand the power of the strongest Golden Core Formation cultivators. For the space to bend like this, the force behind it had to come from someone in the Nascent Soul realm!
The force of the impact caused Hou Mengyao to stagger back five steps, his face turning pale as his qi churned within him.
'How could a mere Foundation Establishment realm ant possess such power?!' He thought, struggling to regulate his spiritual qi.
Feng Fan fared far worse. His body was thrown into the air, his clothes tattered and his skin marked with deep cuts that exposed bone. Each wound was filled with sword qi.
But that wasn't the worst of it. The heavens qi the system infused into Hou Mengyao's sword penetrated into Feng Fan's body.
Although he quickly began circulating his cultivation technique to suppress the injuries, there were too many, and the heavens qi reached his dantian before he could stop it.
Feng Fan felt intense pain in his dantian, a pain that his technique couldn't suppress. Normally, he could turn pain into pleasure and strength, but not now.
The only good news was that he had positioned himself near the cliff's edge. The force of the clash had sent him flying toward the river below.
Hou Mengyao saw Feng Fan falling toward the river, panic flashing across his face.
"You bastard, I won't let you escape!" He shouted. As long as the system's mission wasn't complete, Feng Fan was still alive.
For Hou Mengyao to gain power, Feng Fan has to die!
Hou Mengyao shot through the air, his sword aimed ominously at Feng Fan's chest as he fell toward the river.
Feng Fan saw Hou Mengyao's sword coming directly at him, but he could do nothing to stop it.
'Is this how I die?' He thought.