Chapter 1393: Self-Destruction

The four-and-a-half-zhang giant narrowed his eyes and softly exclaimed, "It's a human with an eight-aperture Nascent Soul! Everyone, get out of the way!" The half-giants quickly scattered.

Fairy Ziwei's expression also shifted slightly. Carrying the unconscious old woman, she rapidly retreated. To her surprise, as she moved, the ball of fire also changed direction with her, seemingly heading straight for her. "An enemy?" Fairy Ziwei frowned. She stopped and unhurriedly drew out a black spear, gripping it tightly. The sharp spearhead was aimed directly at the incoming fireball from a distance. If the incoming person didn't stop, they would be impaled.

At this moment, Jiang Fan was not falling injured as he had been last time. He was still conscious and realized he was about to be teleported to his destination. He immediately activated his spatial technique, forcefully breaking free. As the flames on him extinguished, he decisively popped a handful of Revival Pills to treat his injuries. He then hovered in mid-air, scrutinizing the masked young woman in front of him, his brows knitting together. Although her face was obscured, she had a tall and slender figure. It was clearly not Yue Mingzhu. How had he been teleported right in front of her?

As he observed the young woman, she was also observing him. Jiang Fan's hair was singed, and his face was charred black, making his features unrecognizable. However, the young woman's gaze was quickly drawn to the purple sword among the three swords on Jiang Fan's back. Upon closer inspection, her pupils trembled. Immediately, she re-examined Jiang Fan's face, and her pupils began to tremble even more violently. Her delicate body quivered slightly, and her hands trembled. The old woman she was carrying fell to the ground. Even the sword in her hand was almost too heavy to hold.

However, their mutual gaze did not last. The four-and-a-half-zhang giant's eyes turned slightly cold, and he gave a signal to the other half-giants. Understanding his intent, they surrounded Jiang Fan and Fairy Ziwei with fierce expressions.

Jiang Fan noticed their unusual movements. Realizing they were half-giants, his expression immediately darkened. He was just wondering where to find Xue Qianzhang to avenge his broken leg, and now these half-giants had come looking for trouble.

"Don't ask for trouble!" Jiang Fan said coldly. Ever since he learned about the origin of the half-giants, he had not held them in any regard. After encountering Xue Wanchong and Xue Qianzhang, his dislike only intensified. If they truly displeased him, he wouldn't show any mercy.

The four-and-a-half-zhang giant glanced at Jiang Fan's bloody, broken leg and said disdainfully, "You're crippled, yet still so arrogant. Perfect. I wasn't planning on letting you leave alive anyway." A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly opened his mouth, letting out an incredibly piercing whistle. It was clearly a sonic secret art that condensed the atmosphere in the chest and then expelled it instantly with a powerful physique. The whistle was extremely penetrating, causing Jiang Fan's blood to churn and his body to ache intensely.

Fairy Ziwei's eyes showed pain, and a few groans escaped her lips. She endured the pain and conjured three strands of soft starlight. It seemed to be some kind of protective aura for the body. She flicked her finger, and one strand of starlight flew out. However, what she protected first was neither herself nor the old woman behind her. It was Jiang Fan.

Staring at the starlight that landed on him, Jiang Fan was momentarily stunned, looking at Fairy Ziwei with some confusion. This young woman, why was she so considerate of him? Did she know him? Before he could think further, the starlight spread out, protecting his entire body. Only then did the impact from the sonic wave significantly lessen.

After Fairy Ziwei used the starlight on herself and the old woman, their injuries were also reduced to a minimum. Her expression slightly darkened as she said, "Don't harm innocent people! If you have a problem, deal with me!"

The four-and-a-half-zhang giant scoffed, "You can barely protect yourself, and you want to protect others?" He immediately roared, "What are you all standing around for? Send the young madam on her way!" The surrounding half-giants showed fierce expressions.

One of the three-and-a-half-zhang giants decisively made his move. He pushed off the ground with both legs, unleashing incredible speed, leaving streaks of afterimages in the air. Fairy Ziwei swung her sword. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, precisely striking the opponent's fist. What was terrifying was that this spirit-grade azure sword actually struck sparks. The three-and-a-half-zhang giant grinned sinisterly, "I just wasn't trying to kill you before. Do you really think a four-aperture Nascent Soul can be a match for me?" He flexed his fist, and the surging immense power knocked the azure sword aside. Then, the force of his fist continued unimpeded, smashing towards Fairy Ziwei's face.

The punch was too fast. Fairy Ziwei's vision was instantly filled by the massive fist. Her pupils constricted, and her heart pounded. She had no time to dodge. She knew she was going to die. But for some reason, she felt no fear; instead, she felt a sense of relief. A wave of pain washed over her, then quickly subsided. Opening her eyes, she saw the fist frozen in front of her. Only the wind from the punch had caused her a slight pang of pain.

Her peripheral vision caught Jiang Fan, who had instantly teleported there. He had grabbed the three-and-a-half-zhang giant's arm. No matter how the three-and-a-half-zhang giant exerted his strength, he couldn't break free. "You're asking for death!" the three-and-a-half-zhang giant roared in fury. His physical strength was comparable to that of an eight-aperture Nascent Soul Dharma cultivator. Yet, he was being restrained and immobilized by Jiang Fan's physical might, which was nothing short of an insult! Roaring, he turned his other hand into a blade and fiercely thrust it towards Jiang Fan's throat, intending to pierce through his neck from front to back.

However, before he could act, Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes, and two solid bolts of lightning shot out, striking the opponent's head. *Bang!* The three-and-a-half-zhang giant's head exploded like a ripe watermelon. Jiang Fan expressionlessly released his grip, letting the limp, headless corpse fall to the ground. A surge of spiritual energy flowed from his palm, disdainfully washing away the dirty blood from his hand. He said indifferently: "I told you, don't ask for trouble."

The surrounding half-giants, startled, recoiled in fear. The four-and-a-half-zhang giant was also astonished. This person's cultivation had reached the eight-aperture Nascent Soul stage, and astonishingly, his physical body had also reached the eight-aperture level. Most Dharma cultivators are strong in cultivation but quite fragile physically. The young man before him was the complete opposite.

He weighed the situation for a moment. With his strength, killing Jiang Fan wouldn't be an issue. However, it would be difficult to deal with Fairy Ziwei at the same time; she would seize the opportunity to escape with the old woman. It would be better to pacify this person first and secretly summon reinforcements. His eyes glinted, and he said in a deep voice, "You have impressive skills, Sir, but provoking Tianyi City is definitely not a wise move. You should take care of yourself! Let's go!"

He wanted to retreat temporarily and then secretly follow the three, but Jiang Fan might not agree. "Did I say you could leave?" Jiang Fan turned around, a faint killing intent in his eyes.

The four-and-a-half-zhang giant chuckled in anger, "I'm offering you a way out, and you refuse?" Jiang Fan drew his purple sword with a backhand motion, his killing intent growing stronger. He said: "First, your eyes tell me you have no intention of stopping here. Second, I have no intention of letting any of you go!" Given their cruel methods, how could Jiang Fan harbor any mercy?