The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1050: Pseudo-Dan Stage or Spiritual Technique?

Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050: Pseudo-Dan Stage or Spiritual Technique?

Witnessing Ning Fan’s formidable offensive, Zhai Anping and the others almost subconsciously felt a sense of fear.

This level of strength was simply too terrifying!

That was a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, and without so much as a peep, he was slain.

Could this young man be at the Pseudo-Dan stage?

This thought arose simultaneously in everyone’s minds, but they immediately dismissed it.

The reason was that it was too inconceivable.

In Kunlun, apart from the leaders of the Five Great Sects and the Supreme Sect Leader, it was impossible for others to advance to the Pseudo-Dan stage.

Especially since Ning Fan was so young, if he had indeed advanced to the Pseudo-Dan stage, then what did their many years of arduous cultivation amount to?

"No, that kid must have used some Spiritual Technique!" Zhai Anping gritted his teeth, "Otherwise, how could he, clearly at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, possibly slay a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator?"

Hearing the term ’Spiritual Technique’ once more, Ning Fan frowned slightly but did not pursue the matter, instead pointing his Long Saber at another cultivator.

"Alright, now it’s your turn."

The previous death of the Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator had already left a huge psychological shadow in his heart.

Now, seeing Ning Fan brandishing his saber towards himself, that cultivator couldn’t help but tremble, his face showing a look of panic.

"Hahaha, you’re actually scared!" Ning Fan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "You, a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, are actually scared like this! Is this what cultivators of Kunlun are like?"

Mocked in such a manner, that cultivator felt both ashamed and annoyed but dared not confront Ning Fan directly.

Who knew how many times Ning Fan could use that kind of Spiritual Technique? What if he too was cleaved in one strike?

Zhai Anping looked around; each cultivator he had brought with him was full of fear and did not dare to step forward.

"You all go for him! He’s just one person, what are you afraid of?!"

A Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator among them, refusing to believe in evil, advanced and unleashed a palm filled with fierce Spiritual Power.

"I refuse to believe he’s that strong! Perish!"

The robust Spiritual Power churned in the air, hurtling towards Ning Fan.

The air around them was drawn by this force, forming a raging wind that whipped wildly.

"Heh, a mere jumping clown!"

Ning Fan scoffed, gripping the Long Saber once again, and delivered a slash towards the cultivator.

Whoosh!

A saber light, like a ribbon, screamed through the air as if to tear everything apart, enveloping the cultivator within it.

Watching the saber light bearing down on him, the cultivator’s eyes widened, filled with horror.

"No! No! Impossible! How can your strength be so strong?!"

Boom!

The saber light cleaved straight through the cultivator, kicking up a towering dust cloud in the woods.

After a while, as the dust settled, a deep trench was left on the ground, radiating outward in all directions.

And at the origin of this trench lay the very cultivator who had just launched an attack.

However, he had already lost all vitality; that one strike not only destroyed his body but also his soul.

"This saber seems somewhat unique..."

Ning Fan examined the Long Saber in his hand, a trace of contemplation fleeting across his eyes.

Logically speaking, at the Foundation Establishment Peak level, a cultivator should have some life-saving tricks.

The Late Foundation Establishment cultivators he had previously slain with the Jadestone Mini-sword had used special methods to forcibly preserve their souls.

But the two cultivators just killed by this saber, without exception, had their bodies and souls completely obliterated.

Even the life-saving methods meant to act on the soul had not been deployed.

Or rather, had they been deployed...to no avail?

Meanwhile, the remaining two Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivators had noticed something amiss.

"Something’s wrong, there’s something about the knife in his hand!"

"I remember now, that’s the Soul Slaying Knife once wielded by Ning Potian!"

"This knife specializes in severing souls; even a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator has no means of preserving their soul against this blade!"

They hadn’t recognized it before, but after Ning Fan had used it twice, they suddenly recalled the past reputation of this knife.

For a moment, their eyes filled with horror as they looked at Ning Fan.

To be killed was not terrible, for a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator could still be reborn by preserving their soul.

But if the soul itself was annihilated, it meant true death, leaving no choice but to start all over in the next life.

"Young master, let’s leave quickly!"

"Yes, young master, we are no match for that kid now that he wields Ning Potian’s Soul Slaying Knife!"

Zhai Anping stared at Ning Fan, his face full of unwillingness.

He had finally found such an opportunity; how could he let it go so easily?

"Hehe, Zhai Anping, don’t look at me with that kind of gaze. You don’t want me to leave, and I don’t want to let you go either."

Ning Fan held the Soul Slaying Knife upside down and advanced slowly, his eyes brimming with chill.

"You’ve chased me for so many days; now let’s settle our accounts."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his saber, frantically channeling Spiritual Power into the blade.

"Let’s see if you, the young master of the Flying Immortal Sect, can withstand this strike!"

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the saber, Zhai Anping’s face finally changed.