Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 423 - 250 Arrogant_2

Chapter 423: 250 Arrogant_2

"Good!"

Dong Xuerang was overjoyed, as if shedding the shackles of a cage. The Great Freedom Sword Technique operated at high speed, releasing a powerful sword aura directed at Fang Tingliang.

"You!"

Fang Tingliang coldly glanced at Fang Zhixing’s direction, cursing inwardly with a surge of bitter and poisonous hatred in his eyes.

As that hateful gaze was cast towards Fang Zhixing in an instant, that terrifying murderous intent suddenly pounced.

Fang Tingliang’s entire body stiffened, nailed to the spot.

At that moment, he, alone, was subjected to the suppression of both Sword Intent and murderous intent, as if he had fallen into a swamp, unable to move.

Whoosh!

The sword light flashed, cutting through the sky!

Fang Tingliang’s eyes widened, his eyeballs rolled, and he looked down.

Apparently, he wanted to check on his own neck.

Then his head suddenly dropped off, facedown, and he plunged into the sand.

Splurt splurt~

Blood spurted high from the severed neck, raining down like blood.

The scene suddenly fell silent, the air became exceptionally quiet.

The people from Fenghai Sect looked at each other, completely unexpected of this turn of events.

The enforcer they had hired for a high price from the Luo Family, whom they had expected to demonstrate great prowess, unexpectedly had Fang Tingliang being chopped down like this.

You Buchou’s expression fluctuated, but before he could speak,

He Yixian suddenly leaped out, landing on the sandy ground.

Dong Xuerang instantly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. His cultivation of the Great Freedom Sword Technique was entirely self-taught, and it was already quite an achievement that he had managed to reach this level.

But He Yixian was different.

He had his master’s guidance, the experience and insights of his predecessors in cultivation.

It could be said that He Yixian’s understanding and perception of the Great Freedom Sword Technique far surpassed that of Dong Xuerang.

Not to mention, He Yixian was young and strong, with immense potential, superior to Dong Xuerang in every aspect.

But at this moment, He Yixian’s eyes were not on Dong Xuerang; he was only staring at Fang Zhixing, filled with fighting spirit and provocation.

He had been caught off guard just now, causing his Sword Intent to scatter by the murderous intent, and naturally, he felt unsatisfied.

Now, itching for action, he really wanted to challenge Fang Zhixing and regain some face.

Seeing this, Lu Xuanxi curiously asked, "Sect Master Fan, who is this young man?"

Fan Zhenglun’s mouth twitched slightly, finding it difficult to introduce at this moment.

Fang Zhixing answered for himself, "I am Fang Zhixing, originally a mere Loose Cultivator from Jianghu, appreciated by Sect Master Fan, who invited me to be a Guest Elder of Six Void Sect."

Fan Zhenglun immediately said, "Guest Elder Fang possesses an exceptional Talent, a once-in-a-millennium kind, not merely a once-in-a-century type."

Lu Xuanxi understood, a hint of amusement appearing on his face as he laughed, "It seems He Yixian wishes to exchange a few moves with you. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Without any hesitation, Fang Zhixing confidently walked into the sandy area.

Seeing this, Dong Xuerang immediately backed off.

He Yixian sized up Fang Zhixing a few times, his expression dismissive as he shouted, "You think you’re a once-in-a-millennium talent?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head, offering a detached smile, "I’m not a once-in-a-millennium talent."

He spoke deliberately, "I’m one in ten thousand!"

He Yixian’s breath caught, momentarily unsure what expression to make.

"Ha ha, what a preposterous fool!"

You Buchou laughed disparagingly, "The Six Void Sect really has declined, taking in just anyone."

Lu Xuanxi remained silent with a look of someone enjoying the show.

"Very well, I’ll let you be arrogant!"

He Yixian was furious, his left hand raised with the sword, while his right hand slowly drew the sword from its scabbard.

As the blade gradually left the scabbard, a piercing sword cry filled the world.

The air vibrated intensely, the buzzing sound unceasing.

Amidst this, Fang Zhixing seemed oblivious as he took off his shirt, revealing a chest crisscrossed with enviable muscles.

The next instant, his whole body swelled, his stature visibly soared to over eight meters, vast muscles filled his chest, exuding a frightening sense of oppression.

Six nine-meter-long Blood-colored Tentacles rose slowly from behind him, flailing wildly in the sky.

Every movement of the Blood-colored Tentacles released indescribable power, severely vibrating the air.

The rumbling sound became more magnificent, completely drowning out the buzzing of sword cries.

He Yixian took a deep breath, his expression unavoidably solemn; he had already lost ground in terms of aura before the battle even started.

So, without any courtesy, he decided to strike first, knowing that a preemptive strike is advantageous.

His form flickered, dashing around Fang Zhixing in rapid circles, his blurry images filling the eyes.

"Take my sword!"

Suddenly, He Yixian unleashed a sword thrust.

Without surprise, his sword force was indeed more formidable than Dong Xuerang’s. The arc-shaped sword light was strong as the blazing sun, its overwhelming Sword Intent incomparable, majestic and grand.

The Great Freedom Sword Technique—this genius lived up to his name, truly mastering a degree of skill.

Fang Zhixing hooked a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, not even sparing it a glance.

The six Blood-colored Tentacles rose high, simultaneously smashing down in six different directions.

Boom, boom, boom~

The ground shook violently, and sand flew up.

Terrifying whirlwinds were unleashed, sweeping in all directions, tearing and destroying everything they engulfed.

"Ah~"

Amid the chaos of the sandstorm, a scream was heard.

You Buchou’s face changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up, only to see a figure wrapped in a whirlwind, wildly spinning in midair—it was none other than He Yixian.

He Yixian’s robes were torn, his headband burst open, with disheveled hair looking like a leaf swept away by the autumn wind, utterly defenseless.

A moment later, the whirlwind naturally dissipated.

With a thud!