206: One against four

“Hand over the item. You are not our match.”

Fang Qingge looked directly into Xu Sanyan’s eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze focused here. Qin Manyang’s eyes flickered, already looking for an opportunity to escape.

She couldn't see any possibility of Xu Sanyan winning. Each of these four people was a contemporary genius, and among them, Fang Qingge was publicly recognized as the number one of the younger generation. No matter how powerful Xu Sanyan was, he couldn't contend with the four of them.

It wasn't just her; basically, everyone thought the same.

Among the younger generation, no one could break through the combined efforts of Fang Qingge, Net Intent, Mo Qianqian, and Luo Qingwei, not even the Demon Sect Saint.

Even if the four of them were not in good condition—Fang Qingge had fought fiercely with Qi Liang for a long time, with less than 30% of his magical power remaining; Net Intent had suffered some injuries and had less than 40% of his magical power; Luo Qingwei and Mo Qianqian, however, were unharmed and nearly at full strength.

On the other hand, Xu Sanyan, after his previous desperate fight with Net Intent, had little magical power left, but he never relied on magical power, but on his tough Physical Body.

“Defeat me, and the item will naturally be yours.”

Xu Sanyan stretched his four arms, raised one hand high, and the great halberd from afar flew into his hand with a whistling sound.

“Hmph, he won’t shed tears until he sees the coffin!”

Luo Qingwei still resented Xu Sanyan's harsh words towards her brother earlier.

Net Intent held a single hand vertically in front of his chest, chanting a Buddhist name in a low voice, “Amitabha…”

Mo Qianqian said nothing, slowly retreating. She was not good at close-quarters combat; only by pulling away could her spell's power be fully displayed.

Elder Ren and the others also couldn't offer assistance because Fang Qingge's side had more people.

Suddenly, Xu Sanyan moved. The great halberd, carrying a whistling sound of breaking air, chopped directly at Luo Qingwei.

Among the four, she had the lowest strength. Xu Sanyan deeply understood the principle that it's better to break one finger than injure ten, and prepared to deal with her first.

“Be careful!”

Fang Qingge shouted, his wrist flicking. A cold Sword Qi cut across, heading straight for Xu Sanyan's head. This was an attack that forced a defense, compelling him to turn back and block.

“Hmph!”

Xu Sanyan glanced out of the corner of his eye, snorted coldly, and did not dodge the Sword Qi, still attacking Luo Qingwei.

“Clang!”

A crisp sound came. Luo Qingwei raised her sword to block, immediately feeling an incomparably fierce immense force assault her. A numbing sensation spread through her arm, and she nearly couldn't grip the sword blade. She couldn't help but be greatly alarmed, 'What great strength!'

Only now did she realize Net Intent's power, to be able to fight fiercely with this person for so long, even gaining the upper hand at one point.

The Sword Qi had already arrived. It was too late to dodge, but Xu Sanyan never even thought of dodging. He was going to take it head-on!

“Sizzle!”

The cold Sword Qi swept across Xu Sanyan's chest. The crimson blood mist was violently eroded, like cold water poured into a hot oil pan, emitting a piercing sound.

The Sword Qi was instantly worn away, but the blood mist only dimmed by an imperceptible trace.

“What is this?!” Fang Qingge was greatly shocked; his Sword Qi was actually useless?

Net Intent smiled bitterly. Now he knew how helpless he had been just now. His 'Soul Ferrying Finger,' condensed with most of his magical power, could barely inflict a fatal injury on him.

This was not the time for wild thoughts. Net Intent held his hand in a flower-pinching gesture, golden light instantly rose behind him, and the Buddha's phantom reappeared. A pair of golden palms struck heavily from behind, only much smaller than before.

On the other side, Mo Qianqian also made her move simultaneously, shouting in a low voice,

“Punish!”

Xu Sanyan seemed oblivious to this, focusing only on attacking Luo Qingwei. The giant halberd was raised, sweeping horizontally at her head. Luo Qingwei was in agony, quickly pouring all her magical power into her long sword, and a faint blue light wave enveloped her.

“Boom!”

In an instant, the giant halberd struck down. The light wave trembled violently, on the verge of shattering, but it ultimately held.

Luo Qingwei breathed a long sigh of relief, then glanced up, and her expression couldn't help but change drastically. She saw that Xu Sanyan had closed his eyes at some unknown point, but—

The vertical eye on his forehead had opened.

What kind of eye was that? The crimson eye had no trace of impurity, and dense waves of blood mist drifted out from it, forming a barrier around him.

An endless dread surged in Luo Qingwei's heart. She knew that when Xu Sanyan struck again, she definitely wouldn't be able to block it.

Just then, a sense of crisis suddenly surged in Xu Sanyan's heart. His entire body felt as if it were covered with thousands of knife tips, as if he would be cut into a thousand pieces in the next second.

Swish—

Thousands of blades struck. The blood mist around his body surged, like demonic clouds from beyond the heavens, but they were all blocked outside, not harming him in the slightest.

Even the Shangyin Mountain secret art could not penetrate this layer of crimson blood mist.

Xu Sanyan's crimson vertical eye swept towards Mo Qianqian. He knew this woman was behind it!

Mo Qianqian's heart trembled, and a surge of fear and unease rose within her, as if an antelope was being watched by a tiger, living in constant dread. Only when targeted by him did one truly know this person's terror!

“Ah~~!”

Xu Sanyan roared to the sky, instantly turning and sweeping horizontally with his great halberd. The Buddha's golden palm was instantly cut into two pieces, scattering and disappearing.

Blood spilled from Net Intent's mouth. The backlash from the spell caused a momentary disorder in the magical power within his Meridians.

The great halberd did not stop for a moment. After shattering the golden palm, it continued its upward sweep, heading straight for Luo Qingwei.

“Boom!”

The faint blue light shield shattered. Luo Qingwei “puffed” out blood, her figure flying backward, heavily crashing to the ground, her life unknown.

Xu Sanyan looked at Fang Qingge, his body enveloped in a dense Evil Qi that made it impossible to look directly at him.

The hearts of the onlookers from afar trembled as they gazed at the four figures.

The Buddha's golden light was illusory, on the verge of shattering.

The demonic clouds surged, their Aura at its peak.

Fang Qingge, clad in white, stood with his sword, his expression solemn.

Mo Qianqian, her face veiled by light gauze, stood upright, her eyes filled with shock.

Zuoqiu Zhen's pupils widened, staring unblinkingly at Xu Sanyan. This scene stirred her heart, something she would probably never forget in her life; that monstrous demonic cloud would be firmly imprinted in her heart.

Wei Xunzhu clutched the corner of her clothes. A fist-sized spider lay on her shoulder, motionless as if dead, its survival instinct telling it that this place was very dangerous, and playing dead was the only way to survive.

Jiang Yan slumped in the arms of a Jiang Family Elder, his gaze fixed on the scene.

His arm had stopped bleeding. In the cultivation world, as long as one didn't die, there was a chance to reshape one's arms.

Zuoqiu Yi recalled Lin Fan's words; there was one thing he hadn't lied about:

Their Saint was truly powerful…

Zuoqiu Shu remembered what Xu Sanyan had said to her earlier in the Drum Tower, and her heart was no longer so resistant. To be admired by such a person was also a fortunate thing.

Admiration for the strong is human nature.

Qin Manyang's steps to escape halted, and her figure reappeared beside Xiang Tan, her chest slightly puffed out, as if she had never left.

Qi Liang, hidden in the shadows, slowly closed his eyes. This situation also had a part of his contribution; if he hadn't exhausted most of Fang Qingge's magical power, Xu Sanyan would not have achieved such a result.

Moreover, Luo Changtian was also severely wounded by him; otherwise, the Luo family siblings working together would have had an effect far greater than one plus one equals two.

It could only be said that multiple reasons led to Xu Sanyan's situation of fighting one against four.

But no matter what, his strength could not be overlooked.

Fang Qingge's long sword sliced his palm, and a trace of blood merged into the sword body, making the clear green long sword even colder.