Chapter 335: Pig Teammate

The first form of the Three Pure Thunder Shadow: Thunder Dragon Lightning Leg.

It was a leg technique designed specifically to break through defenses. Even a Core Formation Stage Level 5 defense could be easily shattered by the power of lightning. Moreover, the black mist conjured by the black mirror before him was naturally suppressed by lightning power. Breaking through it would be even easier.

The black mirror screamed repeatedly, a resentful roar echoing from within: "How dare you injure me? I will flay you alive, gouge out your heart, and devour you!"

Whoosh—

It suddenly sprang from the ground and shot rapidly towards Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's gaze sharpened. He immediately activated the Thunder Dragon Lightning Leg, ready to finish it off in one go. But just as he moved, the black mirror suddenly veered and shot diagonally upwards.

Jiang Fan paused, then chuckled, "Quite cunning, aren't you? It was trying to bluff him!" His eyes immediately turned cold: "But do you think I'd let you escape?"

He swiftly deployed his movement technique, catching up to the black mirror with a speed far exceeding its own. He stomped his leg onto its surface. In an instant, two dragons surged into the mirror. An incomparably agonizing shriek resonated out.

"Ah... Sir, spare my life... I'll offer you a secret technique that has never been passed down... Please, for the sake of us both being cultivators, spare my life..."

The black mirror crashed violently onto the ground. From within the mirror, copious amounts of black smoke continuously billowed. It was clear that the entity inside had suffered incredibly severe injuries and was close to annihilation. Knowing there was no escape, it began to beg.

Jiang Fan's eyes were cold: "You dare call yourself a cultivator?"

Whether it was to protect the innocent or to ensure his own safety and prevent future troubles, Jiang Fan could not allow such an evil entity, which strengthened itself by devouring others, to remain. He swiftly descended from the air, his legs wreathed in lightning, and stomped fiercely towards the black mirror!

Seeing that its pleas for mercy were futile and that it was about to be utterly annihilated, the black mirror roared in both alarm and fury, "Even as a ghost, I will not let you off!"

Jiang Fan coldly replied, "When you become a ghost, I'll just destroy you again!"

His legs stomped down abruptly! In its severely wounded and dying state, it simply couldn't withstand this attack. In despair, the black mirror enveloped itself in its last wisps of black mist, making a final stand. Though it was practically useless, it was all the self-preservation power it had left!

As the Thunder Dragon struck, it dispersed the black mist covering the mirror even before impact! The black mirror let out a final, unwilling laugh of despair, bracing for its demise.

But at this very moment! From an unexpected angle, a thin bolt of lightning, about the thickness of a thumb, struck the black mirror without warning. It sent the mirror flying with a thump. Jiang Fan's feet met empty air, blasting a charred, deep crater into the ground.

He quickly looked towards the black mirror. This faint wisp of lightning energy couldn't even penetrate the thin black mist around the black mirror, let alone injure its main body. As if that weren't enough, the black mirror used the force of the strike to rebound and whoosh away, disappearing into the distant mist. There was no chance to pursue it!

"Who?" Jiang Fan demanded, irritated, as he looked towards the source of the lightning wisp.

A tall figure charged towards him from a distance. It was none other than Lu Shiyi, the chief disciple of the True Thunder Sect. Looking at the black mirror that had vanished without a trace, he slapped his thigh in annoyance: "It got away again! I was so close to slaying it!"

He then noticed Jiang Fan, who was glaring at him angrily, and chuckled mockingly: "I saved you, and you still have complaints? Do you even know what that thing was? It was an evil spirit! You dared to kick it bare-handed? If it weren't for me, your legs would've been sucked dry into jerky by now!"

Jiang Fan's face darkened. He said nothing. The surrounding disciples also looked speechless. Did Lu Shiyi even realize what he had done? His paltry lightning power couldn't even penetrate the remaining black mist that Jiang Fan had shattered, and he thought he could slay the black mirror? And he had the audacity to claim he saved Jiang Fan? If he hadn't intervened, the black mirror would already be destroyed.

However, Lu Shiyi completely failed to notice the strange expressions on everyone's faces. His gaze swept around, landing on Xu Yining's captivating figure, and he quickly walked over, asking with concern: "Are you alright? That black mirror was an evil spirit that had absorbed sword qi for who knows how many years, finally maturing and developing intelligence. Now that it has emerged, it intends to feed on the flesh and blood of living beings. Fortunately, I arrived in time and suppressed it with the power of lightning; otherwise, Junior Sister, you would have been in danger today."

The danger posed by the black mirror was real. And his intention to claim credit was also real.

*You still have the nerve to claim credit?* Xu Yining rolled her eyes, too annoyed to bother with him. She walked straight to Jiang Fan's side and asked with concern, "You weren't injured, were you?"

Jiang Fan shook his head. "It still can't harm me," he said.

Xu Yining felt slightly relieved. "It's a pity it got away," she said. "If it escapes, it will harm many people." She was still deeply apprehensive about the black mirror's terror. Its threat was no less significant than that of the Copper-Scaled Black Centipede from before.

Jiang Fan replied, "You don't need to worry too much about that. The evil spirit in this black mirror is severely wounded and on the verge of death. Unless it can absorb qi and blood to replenish its vitality, it will soon perish." Thanks to the mist, all the cultivators from various sects in the Sword Forest were gathered in this area. The black mirror wouldn't be able to find any disciples to absorb flesh and blood from. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it wouldn't last much longer.

Hearing this, Xu Yining was completely reassured. Her eyes filled with a trace of admiration, and she playfully chided, "Just how many abilities do you have that I don't know about, you fellow? You can even slay evil spirits now." Having spent so much time together, she thought she understood Jiang Fan's methods well. Yet, there were still things she hadn't seen.

Lu Shiyi listened, sparks practically flying from his eyes. He was clearly the one who saved Xu Yining and everyone else. Xu Yining wasn't grateful to him, but instead thanked Jiang Fan? That was outrageous!

"Hey! You, the one with the mask!" Lu Shiyi strode forward, his face cold: "There should be a limit to how you claim credit, shouldn't there? To brazenly snatch credit like this in front of the elite disciples from various sects, have you no shame whatsoever?"

The others exchanged glances. *Who was truly shameless?* A True Thunder Sect disciple quickly interjected, "Senior Brother Lu, let's just drop this." *You, Lu Shiyi, are the one truly shamelessly stealing credit!*

"Traitor!" Lu Shiyi heard this and laughed in anger, "Someone is practically urinating on my head, and you want me to back down? Preposterous!" He glared fiercely at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan, however, merely glanced at him, then expressionlessly withdrew his gaze. This undisguised look of disdain completely infuriated Lu Shiyi. He already resented Jiang Fan for stealing his beloved, and now, he was brazenly stealing his credit. His eyes narrowed immediately, and he said coldly, "It seems you hold me in contempt. How about we have a little sparring match?"

The moment he uttered these words, the atmosphere instantly grew tense. The disciples who had witnessed Jiang Fan's combat earlier showed strange expressions. Not long ago, Ling Guihai was even more arrogant than Lu Shiyi. The result was that the more arrogant he was initially, the more miserable his fate turned out to be. Although Lu Shiyi's strength was slightly greater than Ling Guihai's, facing Jiang Fan, his outcome would probably be no better.

*Sparring?* Jiang Fan cast a glance at him, completely uninterested, and said: "You'd better save your strength and think about how to deal with this mist instead."

As he spoke, he seemed to sense something. His eyes suddenly sharpened, and he dug his toe into the ground, flicking up a pebble and shooting it towards a certain spot in the mist.

Thwack—

A muffled thud. The pebble seemed to hit something and shattered. Immediately after, the mist stirred. The Demon Empress's daughter, dressed in a blood-red skirt, emerged unhurriedly with her hands clasped behind her back. The pebble had struck her shoulder, shattering into dust upon impact. Yet, it caused not the slightest injury.

"Quite a powerful strike, you beastly scoundrel!"

It was a classic case of enemies meeting, eyes burning with heightened fury. Especially when it was the person who had defiled her? With just a glance, she recognized Jiang Fan; he was precisely the human who had violated her in the ancient temple!