253: Siege

At this critical moment, Yuan Anping had no time to think and raised his right arm to block in front of him.

"Bang!"

The halberd slashed across his arm, leaving a deep wound, but it did not sever it.

Yuan Anping retreated sharply. Wisps of black smoke emerged from the wound on his arm, while red mist remained in the wound, preventing the black mist from healing it.

"Hmph, so young yet you lack martial virtue!" Yuan Anping was very angry.

Lu Wang looked at Xu Sanyan, who was standing there holding the halberd, and couldn't help but curl his lips, feeling deeply ashamed of such sneak attack tactics.

Yuan Anping clenched his right fist, and a burst of smoke rose up to envelop his arm. Hissing sounds emerged from the smoke, and the residual red mist was worn away completely.

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of!"

Yuan Anping smiled confidently. The black mist that had been drifting behind him was completely absorbed into his body, causing his physique to expand rapidly. His originally thin frame became muscular and twisted, stretching his clothes until they were tight.

In close-quarters combat, he was actually also very skilled!

"Attack!"

Lu Wang was already impatient. He flicked the long spear in his hand, and a flame suddenly rose from the fiery red spear tassel, charging straight at Yuan Anping's chest like a Dragon bathing in fire.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out, and the long spear could not advance any further. Lu Wang's eyes were filled with intense disbelief.

He saw that the large spear was gripped by a pair of pitch-black hands, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move it even a fraction.

"How is this possible?!"

Lu Wang had deep confidence in his spear technique; he did not believe that anyone could simply catch his large spear with just their bare palms!

"Ah!!"

Lu Wang's expression was ferocious, and crimson flames instantly erupted from his body. The large spear in his hand trembled violently, as if a Dragon could not bear being captured and wanted to resist!

"Punish!"

With an abrupt, soft cry, Mo Qianqian tapped her jade-like fingers. Yuan Anping suddenly felt thousands of blades pressing against him, and fine wounds instantly appeared on his body. Although painful, they were not fatal.

"Hmph!"

Yuan Anping glanced sideways at Mo Qianqian, a flash of anger appearing in his eyes. What an ungrateful woman!

He had provided her with food and drink, yet she was now joining forces with outsiders to deal with him?

Then he would kill her first!

As this thought flashed through his mind, Yuan Anping released the long spear. Before he could rush toward Mo Qianqian, he saw a dark gleam slashing down heavily from behind him.

At this moment, everyone else also attacked simultaneously. Net Intent was clad in monk's robes, and golden light appeared behind him, making him look like a Buddha's son.

"Vajra Finger!"

Abruptly, a golden finger emerged from the Void Realm, and ten thousand rays of light, like the rising sun, shot straight toward Yuan Anping.

Tu Wanshan's eyes flickered; he merely raised his large blade and slashed out a blade light, but he did not attack with full force.

Huan Xier gathered energy into his fist, surrounded by fierce wind, and struck out violently. A giant phantom fist pierced through the air and arrived in an instant.

Yuan Anping was surrounded by enemies from all sides, but he was not panicked. Regardless of anything else, his cultivation still surpassed everyone present!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Yuan Anping's figure vanished, evading all attacks in an instant. Whether it was Net Intent's Vajra Finger or Xu Sanyan's halberd, they all lost their target.

Yuan Anping's figure was like a falling meteor, bringing with it a howling gale as he rushed toward Huan Xier with extreme speed, his eyes calm.

"Watch out!"

Mo Qianqian was greatly alarmed. She was hiding in the distance, which allowed her to observe the entire battle more easily. Seeing him rush toward Huan Xier, she couldn't help but feel a wave of panic.

The cautionary example of Luo Changtian was right before her eyes, and Huan Xier's strength was not higher than Luo Changtian's.

In other words, Huan Xier might not be able to withstand a single blow from Yuan Anping!

The anxiety in Mo Qianqian's eyes did not seem fake. Her thoughts raced, and she had no time to consider carefully. She madly mobilized all her mana, and her complexion suddenly turned deathly pale.

"Pfft!"

Her violently surging blood caused a sweetness in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood essence. Mo Qianqian did not care, her beautiful face contorting into a ferocious expression as she pointed two fingers at Yuan Anping and shouted sternly,

"Bury!"

In a trance, Yuan Anping suddenly felt a sense of crisis sweep over his entire body. It seemed that something in the dark had locked onto him, and he could not help but be shocked. What kind of Spell was this?

Had the cultivation world developed to such a degree now that all kinds of unheard-of Spells were emerging one after another? She was merely in the Mystic Path Realm, yet she could actually threaten him!

Yuan Anping's expression hesitated for a moment, then he gritted his teeth fiercely. It is better to break one finger than to injure ten; he would kill one first!

"Die!"

Yuan Anping's palm, acting like a blade, slashed fiercely toward Huan Xier's heart. Xu Sanyan, Net Intent, and the others were unable to stop him and could only watch helplessly.

Looking at Yuan Anping, who was close at hand, Huan Xier was exceptionally terrified. Only when facing him directly did he realize the immense pressure that came rushing toward him!

He could barely withstand this blow.

Huan Xier hardened his heart; he did not want to die!

He still had to go back and let his mother see that he was no longer foolish!

"Ah!!"

Huan Xier madly mobilized all his mana, condensing layers of light shields in front of him, hoping to block Yuan Anping's attack with this method.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

A continuous sound of shattering rang out. A dozen layers of light shields shattered one after another, failing to provide the slightest bit of obstruction. Under the huge gap in strength, all of Huan Xier's efforts seemed to be in vain.

The hand-blade, carrying a fierce momentum, pierced through his outer garment, then pierced his skin, and shattered his sternum...

Despair appeared in Huan Xier's eyes as he watched that palm reach into his chest. If it moved just one more inch forward, his fate would be the same as Luo Changtian's.

His heart would shatter, and he would die.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Yuan Anping's pupils shrank violently. His palm had been blocked...

It seemed to have touched an incomparably tough rock, and it could not advance any further!

But how was this possible?

The sternum had been pierced, and further ahead was the heart; how could that place be so hard?

"Boom!"

A majestic Aura erupted from Huan Xier's body, and a fierce wave of energy burst out in all directions. Yuan Anping was greatly alarmed, pulled back, and after steadying himself, looked at Huan Xier with a bewildered and suspicious expression.

What was going on?

Why were these people so strange?

His cultivation seemed fake; anyone could threaten him.

First, there was that Sword Cultivator, who used Mystic Path Realm cultivation to force away his Ghost Beast, and then there was that kid possessing heaven and earth treasures, who could actually fight him in close quarters for a hundred moves without falling behind.

Then there was his 'wife', who used some unknown Spell to make him feel fear in his heart, and now this person...

Was his heart as hard as iron?

Yuan Anping took a deep breath, trying to calm the restlessness in his heart. He glanced slightly at the two fruits above his head and secretly made a decision: no matter what, he had to get his hands on them!

Looking at Huan Xier again, his eyes had changed, and his temperament was completely different from before.

The original Huan Xier's temperament was more youthful and vibrant; one could tell at a glance that he was a young boy.

But at this moment...

He was much calmer, his eyes as still as stagnant water. Although he still had the face of a youth, his temperament was as steady as that of an old man.

And those eyes...

Mo Qianqian spat out blood; this did not seem to be the Huan Xier she knew.