Chapter 653: Its My Turn to Make a Move

Jiang Fan's strength was not something Hai Mei dared to claim full knowledge of. But during the confrontation with the North Sea demons, even as a Core Formation Stage Level Four cultivator, Jiang Fan had displayed terrifying power, defeating a Core Formation Stage Level Eight opponent. Now that he had broken through to Core Formation Stage Level Five, his strength would only grow stronger!

Xi Feijue frowned. Hai Mei's words sounded absurd. Could a mere cultivator who had just broken through to Core Formation Stage Level Five really wipe out a group of Core Formation Stage Level Six and Seven cultivators, plus a Core Formation Stage Level Eight martial artist? For safety, Xi Feijue gave the order again. "No more delays!" "Kill!"

Yi Feng had long harbored killing intent. He shouted, "What are you waiting for?" "Attack together!" He and the remaining six disciples launched their killing moves. "Kid, no one can save you this time!" "Let you and this foolish woman be shattered to pieces!" "Dragon-Slaying Soul-Severing Blade!"

Jiang Fan had broken through. His gaze was cold as he stared at Yi Feng. He took out the Five-Magnetic Primordial Mountain, formed a seal, and tapped it: "Five-Magnetic Divine Light!" The numerous incoming attacks struck the three-zhang radius light barrier. They vanished without a trace, like clay oxen entering the sea.

Jiang Fan did not rush to attack them. Instead, he quickly took out a Rejuvenation Pill and placed it into Ling Shu's mouth. As long as there was still a breath of life, the Rejuvenation Pill could work as intended. Ling Shu's breath was barely discernible, and she was utterly incapable of swallowing the pill. Without hesitation, Jiang Fan crushed the Rejuvenation Pill in his own mouth, then lowered his head and kissed her, feeding it to Ling Shu.

As the medicinal liquid entered her body, Ling Shu's faint life force, like a flickering candle in the wind, seemed to gain powerful support, pulsing strongly. Her nearly severed breath visibly strengthened. Her almost inaudible heartbeat gradually returned to normal. Only then did Jiang Fan let out a long breath. He had finally snatched her back from the jaws of death. Even a minute or two later, no amount of Rejuvenation Pills would have helped. They could only heal injuries, not revive the dead.

"What's happening?" "What is that mountain?" The disciples exclaimed in shock. Their attacks, entering the light barrier's range, were completely ineffective? Hearing this, Jiang Fan gently laid Ling Shu flat on the ground. Then, he slowly stood up and walked, step by step, outside the light barrier. His eyes, like thunder, swept across the entire scene. "You've been attacking for quite a while." "Now." "It's my turn to act!"

Yi Feng's eyelids twitched. His intuition told him that something was very wrong. Even a blind man could see how powerful their side was. Jiang Fan could have clearly hidden inside the multicolored light barrier, avoiding attacks. Yet, he walked out. Could this person possess some formidable technique? His eyes darted about. He subtly took a step back and shouted, "What are you standing there for?" "Attack!"

The six disciples dared not defy the order. They immediately launched their attacks! Their techniques were varied, including swordsmanship, blademanship, and even long-range attack cultivation arts. Their positions and coordination were excellent.

"Sword, come!" Jiang Fan raised his hand and summoned. The purple sword vibrated as it landed in his grasp. "Lightning, come!" He softly called out again, transforming into a bolt of lightning that vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing before a Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artist. Giving the opponent no time to react, a purple light flashed. A head flew into the air. "One," Jiang Fan counted indifferently.

This display astonished everyone. "The Six Heavenly Thunder Sections: Cloud Shadow?" Yi Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Are you from the Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple?" Jiang Fan's response was to transform into another bolt of lightning, reappearing before another Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artist.

The latter's expression changed dramatically. He hastily raised a supreme-grade defensive artifact and shouted, "A mere Core Formation Stage Level Five cultivator, how dare you be so presumptuous—" *Whoosh*—the purple sword slashed down. The defensive artifact, like paper, was instantly sliced in two. Cut in half along with it was the Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artist. "Two."

This move once again shocked everyone. "Spirit artifact! That's a spirit artifact!" Two Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artists retreated in terror, their scalps tingling. Such a divine weapon could claim their lives with a mere touch.

Yi Feng's pupils constricted. No wonder this person dared to face them alone. He possessed a supreme-grade artifact. "Long-range attacks! Do not engage in close combat!" Yi Feng commanded from behind.

A Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artist immediately activated his cultivation art. A spiritual energy arrow materialized in his palm. But before he could fire it, "Soul-Shocking Thorn." A soul-piercing thorn shot directly at him, entering his body. The Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artist didn't even have time to scream. His eyes rolled back, and he died on the spot. "Three," Jiang Fan said indifferently.

This utterly terrified the remaining disciples. "It's a soul secret art!" "He's proficient in soul secret arts!" With a spirit artifact for close combat and soul attacks for long-range, every move was lethal and incredibly ruthless.

Yi Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Attack together!" "He can't possibly have three heads and six arms, can he?" The remaining two Core Formation Stage Level Seven and one Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artists were no longer willing to be cannon fodder. They scattered and fled in different directions.

Jiang Fan executed a Cloud Shadow. He caught up to the last Core Formation Stage Level Six martial artist. "Overlord Tiger Body!" After a tiger's roar, the opponent's internal organs were instantly shattered, and he died, bleeding from all seven orifices. "Four."

The two remaining Core Formation Stage Level Seven disciples turned pale with fright. They each took out extremely high-grade defensive magical treasures. Jiang Fan caught up to one of them. He casually struck out with a palm. "Nine Poisons True Scripture!" *Rip*—The venom refined by the Deity Transformation Stage poison was no longer comparable to what it once was. The defense, capable of withstanding an attack from a Core Formation Stage Level Eight cultivator, was instantly corroded by the poisonous palm. The merciless poisonous palm struck the opponent's chest. In a breath, a pitch-black, bloody hole was corroded through his front and back. His heart inside had been turned into pus. *Thump*—The opponent fell straight down, his eyes filled with lingering unwillingness. "Five."

Jiang Fan's voice was as cold as that of the Grim Reaper. The last Core Formation Stage Level Seven martial artist's legs turned to jelly. He ran towards Yi Feng, shouting, "Hall Master Yi!" "Hurry and act!" "If you don't act now, I'll—" *Rip*—A sound of thunder echoed in his ears. Before he could react, a human-shaped silhouette composed of countless sword qi pierced through his entire body. *Puff*—As countless blood streams shot out from his pores, his body went limp, and he lay down forever. "Six."

Jiang Fan turned his head, looking at the grim-faced Yi Feng. "Only you remain." Yi Feng gasped. Two Core Formation Stage Level Seven cultivators and four Core Formation Stage Level Six cultivators—such a force could easily overwhelm a small sect. Even for him, dealing with them would have been exceptionally difficult. Yet, before Jiang Fan, they were slaughtered as easily as pigs and dogs! His scalp tingled. What kind of monster was truly standing before him?

Sensing Jiang Fan's gaze, Yi Feng's heart trembled. However, his Core Formation Stage Level Eight cultivation prevented him from retreating. He let out a low roar, "Who's afraid of you?" His Golden Core rapidly spun. A massive surge of spiritual energy, characteristic of a Core Formation Stage Level Eight cultivator, poured into the great saber in his hand. "Dragon-Slaying Soul-Severing Blade!" A layered saber shadow, several dozen zhang long, slashed down from the heavens. The earth rumbled. The air churned. Even before the blade landed, it unleashed immense power. Jiang Fan said calmly, "Is that all?"