Chapter 346: Golden Cloud Rift

Suddenly, the black mirror appeared from Jiang Fan's embrace, leaving Lu Shiyi momentarily stunned. He couldn't grasp the situation.

Had Jiang Fan colluded with evil spirits?

He immediately sneered, "I must say, I admire you. You actually managed to tame an evil spirit. But have you forgotten who I am?"

"Evil spirits fighting me? That's like a mouse trying to catch a cat!" The thunder power of the Righteous Thunder Sect was the bane of all evil.

He had previously chased this mirror, forcing it to flee in disarray. Now, Jiang Fan was using it against him? Had Jiang Fan's brain been flooded?

With a sneer, rumbling thunder resonated within him. A bolt of electricity, accompanying his sword qi, struck the black mirror with a clang. The black mirror immediately shrieked, "Ahhh!" Still screaming, it flopped onto the ground, wailing.

Lu Shiyi scoffed, "Is that all? Shadow Guard One, do you realize how foolish you are? Using this useless evil spirit to fight me?" As he spoke, he stepped forward and placed his foot on the black mirror. Thunder light flickered on his sole. He snorted, "A mere evil spirit dares to defy me! Die!"

*Whoosh* — The lightning bolt violently struck the black mirror. However, instead of intensifying, the screams from within the black mirror abruptly ceased. They were replaced by a hint of mockery: "Heh heh, I told you I'd play with you. Did you actually take me seriously?" It did fear the power of thunder, but it feared Jiang Fan's powerful thunder, not this half-baked lightning, which wasn't even enough to tickle it!

"What?" Lu Shiyi's expression changed. He immediately tried to withdraw his foot, but it was too late. The black mirror instantly surged with a black mist, enveloping his foot. *Slurp* — As if eating jelly, Lu Shiyi's foot was instantly stripped of flesh and blood, leaving only gruesome white bone.

Intense pain followed. "Ah!!!" Lu Shiyi let out a bloodcurdling scream. He stumbled backward, dragging his leg, and fell onto the ground. He didn't have time to look at his bloody foot, but screamed in terror, "Master, save me quickly!" because the evil spirit in the black mirror was moaning in enjoyment.

"I said I'd turn over a new leaf, but I couldn't resist taking a bite," it muttered. "It's truly delicious! However, to fully recover my strength, I'll need a bit more effort from you." With a chilling sneer, the black mirror lunged fiercely towards his chest! In the nick of time...

The mysterious black-robed martial artist snorted heavily, "A mere evil creature dares to be insolent in front of this Elder!" *Rip* — A bolt of lightning, as thick as an arm, burst forth from his sleeve, violently striking the black mirror. This thunder power was far stronger than Jiang Fan's!

The black mirror shrieked in terror, quickly shrouding itself in black mist. *Bang* — The black mirror was sent flying, its protective mist dissipating into thin air. Luckily, the black mirror survived. It quickly flew back to Jiang Fan, urgently yelling, "Go, quickly! This is a master from the Righteous Thunder Sect!" Jiang Fan's pupils contracted.

He didn't need to be told who it was: Jin Yunlie! The missing Jin Yunlie! He hadn't died; he had miraculously survived. He still hadn't given up on the supreme-grade magic sword and had come with his disciples to search for it. *Whoosh* —

Jiang Fan dared not linger. Grabbing the black mirror, he immediately used his movement technique to escape. This person was never a benevolent sort. Moreover, Jiang Fan had just uncovered his secret of searching for Xu Qingyang's sword. There was no way he would be left alive.

Jin Yunlie tore off his hood, revealing a nearly disfigured face. Five terrifying, bone-deep claw marks ripped across his flesh, his right eyeball had been gouged out, and his lips were slit open horizontally, extending across both cheeks. His appearance was incredibly grotesque! If not for his mastery of pure thunder power, it would have been hard to believe that this disfigured black-robed man was Jin Yunlie!

His sole remaining left eye fixed on Jiang Fan's retreating figure, showing a chilling glint. "In the presence of this Elder, you think you can still leave?"

*Rip* — With a flick of his sleeve, an arm-thick thunder dragon roared forth. Jiang Fan's expression instantly changed! This was an attack from a Grand Elder of the Nine Sects! How could a mere junior disciple like him possibly contend with it? Fortunately, he possessed a movement technique and immediately dodged. *Whoosh* — A powerful electric current grazed his shoulder, instantly incinerating his clothes and simultaneously invading his body, causing a momentary paralysis. Jin Yunlie's eyes flashed with killing intent. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed another devastating bolt of lightning directly at Jiang Fan's back.

At this moment, Jiang Fan couldn't evade flexibly anymore. Seeing that he was about to be struck by lightning, he decisively turned around, gripping the dudou in his hand, holding it over his chest. *Bang* — Lightning exploded. The destructive thunderbolt violently struck Jiang Fan's chest. Originally, this single strike should have blasted Jiang Fan into a pile of minced flesh. Miraculously, the dudou absorbed all of the lightning power. Only residual spiritual energy penetrated the dudou and hit Jiang Fan's chest. Fortunately, Jiang Fan was also wearing a high-grade defensive magic artifact, capable of withstanding attacks from a fifth-stage Core Formation expert. Thus, he successfully nullified most of it. Jiang Fan only suffered less than a tenth of the original attack's force.

Even so, he was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "He's not dead?" Jin Yunlie was startled. Although he was severely wounded and his strength was less than half of his peak, how could a junior withstand such a blow? And it was in this moment of stupefaction that Jiang Fan, still flying backward, unslung the longbow from his waist and fired an arrow at Jin Yunlie.

The crystal arrow left streaks of afterimages, its speed no less than that of lightning. In the blink of an eye, it arrived. By the time Jin Yunlie reacted, the arrowhead was already right before him. His pupils contracted, and he could only tilt his head to dodge. Although he avoided a vital spot on his face, the terrifying piercing power of the arrowhead merely grazed his ear and sliced it off entirely. "Hiss!" Jin Yunlie gasped in pain.

His eyes immediately flared with astonishing ferocity. "You're seeking death!" he roared. He, a Grand Elder, had his ear shot off by a junior? Preposterous!!!

Jiang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze cold. "Want to kill me? You'll have to pay a price!" *Whoosh* — The shot arrow miraculously made a turn and returned to Jiang Fan's hand, making him secretly marvel at the bow's wonder.

However, that had merely been a surprise attack that injured Jin Yunlie. With his opponent now on guard, it would be difficult to succeed again. His eyes flashed. Jiang Fan pulled the ancient bronze longsword from his back with a backhand motion and said coldly, "Aren't you looking for Xu Qingyang's sword? If you have the ability, go pick it up!" He activated his Sword Heart. He decisively performed sword manipulation. The supreme-grade magic sword transformed into a streak of light, instantly soaring into the distance. At the same time, he used his movement technique to run towards Myriad Swords City.

The two directions were diametrically opposite. Jin Yunlie's expression changed. He moved, then froze in place, unable to decide whether to pursue Jiang Fan first or seize the supreme-grade magic sword.