The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1069: The Ning Potian of Those Years

Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: The Ning Potian of Those Years

A long saber fell into his palm, and as Spiritual Power poured into it, a piercing blade light emerged, sending chills down one’s spine.

Upon seeing the long saber, Zhai Anping’s brow twitched.

Previously, it had been in his attempts to snatch that saber that he discovered Ning Fan’s identity.

And it was precisely because of Ning Fan’s identity that he almost got killed on the spot.

Now, seeing that saber again, the fear of almost being slaughtered resurfaced in his heart.

"Great Elder! Strike quickly and suppress this youngster!"

The Great Elder paid no heed to his young master’s words, instead keeping a wary eye on the long saber in Ning Fan’s hand.

"Ning Potian’s Magic Artifact from the past... let this old man see how much of your father’s might you can unleash!"

As he spoke, the Great Elder flipped his right hand, and Spiritual Power condensed into a long spear in his palm.

Grasping the spear, his presence peaked at that moment.

"Die!"

The spear shot forth with a surge of overwhelming might, and Spiritual Energy from all around seemed to be drawn in, continuously pouring into the Great Elder’s body.

The ground beneath bore countless cracks as if earth dragons were moving below.

But Ning Fan didn’t make any move, not even a slight dodge, as if he simply didn’t take the Great Elder seriously.

"You’re seeking death, boy!"

Apparently sensing Ning Fan’s disdain, the Great Elder grew even angrier.

The power contained in the thrust of his spear became increasingly wild!

"Boom!"

Before people could react, the spear had fiercely pierced Ning Fan.

The deafening blast erupted, raising a dust cloud tens of feet high.

The intense shock wave spread in all directions, and the earth below them cracked densely.

Shuang’er and others even lost control of their footing, stabilizing each other to remain upright.

Everyone’s gaze converged at the center of the collision, waiting for the final outcome.

But compared to the ease of Zhai Anping and the others, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng’s expression was much more solemn.

Because even if Ning Fan defeated the Great Elder, there was still Zhai Yonghui.

On their side, they could only rely on Ning Fan alone.

Two fists are no match for four hands; a single stick is easily broken!

"Damn it! What have you done?!"

From within the great cloud of dust, suddenly came the Great Elder’s incredulous voice, tinged with thick terror.

A sudden gust swept up, revealing the scene inside.

The Great Elder was seen in a forward thrusting pose with his spear, but the spear in his hands had vanished without a trace.

Even more shocking, across his chest was a saber wound that traversed his entire body.

As for Ning Fan, he was completely unharmed, without the slightest change.

Everyone was stunned, utterly clueless as to what had happened.

Only the Great Elder knew that his Spiritual Power spear had been directly shattered by Ning Fan’s long saber in that instant!

It was an unbelievable turn of events!

His current cultivation was almost comparable to the Pseudo-Dan Realm, with ordinary Foundation Establishment Peak martial artists unable to last three rounds against him!

"Is this what you call the heritage of the Flying Immortal Sect? Seems like it’s nothing much after all."

Ning Fan didn’t hold back, continuing to provoke Zhai Yonghui.

He hooked his finger at his opponent, a wild smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Zhai Yonghui, aren’t you the one who claims to be the Sect Master of the Flying Immortal Sect? Show me what you’re really capable of!"

Seeing Ning Fan brazenly ignore himself and choose to challenge the Sect Master, the Great Elder’s face darkened even more.

In his eyes, this was a provocation from Ning Fan, a show of disrespect to him.

As the Great Elder of the Flying Immortal Sect, walking around in Kunlun, who wouldn’t treat him with the utmost respect?

Ning Fan, however, had completely disregarded his existence, driving him into a frenzied rage.

"Scoundrel! You dare to humiliate me like this! I’ll make you die without a burial place!"

The Great Elder roared furiously, his Spiritual Power bursting out without reservation, the potent might whistling like ocean waves.

This terrifying force echoed in their ears, causing their ears to ring with the roar.

Seeing the Great Elder like this, a cold light flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes, but his face showed a contemptuous attitude.

"With your strength, even if I stand here, you think you can kill me?"

"It seems you must have been severely dealt with by my father back in the day. You couldn’t defeat my father back then, and today you won’t be able to defeat me either!"

At these words, the Great Elder was utterly enraged.

Those sentences were like sharp knives, stabbing deep into his heart.

Back when he faced Ning Potian, the Great Elder’s cultivation hadn’t reached the Foundation Establishment Peak.

Initially, he hadn’t taken Ning Potian seriously, thinking he was just an overconfident martial artist from the Secular World who wanted to strut around in Kunlun.

But the moment he faced Ning Potian, the Great Elder was crushed.

At that time, Ning Potian didn’t even give the Great Elder a second glance, as his greatest opponent then was the Supreme Sect Leader of the Five Great Sects.

Against Ning Potian, the Late Foundation Establishment Stage Great Elder was no match at all.

This defeat lingered in the mind of the Great Elder for a long time, and today it had become his nightmare.

"Scoundrel! I’ll kill you!"

The Great Elder’s eyes turned red with rage, and with a roar, he shattered the long spear, turning it back into vast Spiritual Power.

Then, he leapt into the air, the formidable Spiritual Power concentrating in his fists.

He was about to engage Ning Fan with pure Spiritual Power.