The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1072: The Pseudo-Dan Realm, Merely So-So

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: The Pseudo-Dan Realm, Merely So-So

The power of this Spiritual Power was extremely terrifying; everywhere it passed seemed to melt away into nothingness, vanishing in an instant.

Blink of an eye, the column of Spiritual Power had already reached Ning Fan’s front.

Ning Fan dared not take it lightly and immediately swung his Long Saber, slashing out a blade light toward the front.

"Boom!"

The two forces collided instantly, bursting forth with a tremendous roar.

Wild power poured out in all directions, destroying everything in its path.

The Second Elder, Third Elder, and others were already exhausted by this time, managing only to retreat a short distance before being blown away by the force of the impact.

Zhai Anping, quick to react, had already sensed something was amiss and immediately pulled back, thus avoiding being affected.

The entire square was shaking; the green stone-paved ground had cracked open, revealing the yellowish-brown soil beneath.

In the moment of contact, Ning Fan sensed the formidable strength of this force.

Stronger than himself, but not to the point of instant annihilation.

But to win, he definitely could not.

If he could break through to the Foundation Establishment Peak, his strength would already surpass the Pseudo-Dan Realm.

"Pseudo-Dan Realm, merely so-so."

Ning Fan sneered, continuing to provoke.

To become the master of a Sect, his thoughts must undoubtedly be meticulous.

Despite Zhai Yonghui’s current appearance of fury, Ning Fan could clearly feel that the other party was always using Spiritual Power to block his escape route.

Just now, he had been able to send people away, all thanks to engaging the Great Elder and attracting Zhai Yonghui’s attention.

Of course, there was also the reason that Zhai Yonghui simply didn’t want to stop them.

But now, with only himself left, all of Zhai Yonghui’s attention was concentrated on him.

If he couldn’t force him to truly exert his full strength, he might not be able to get away.

Ning Fan didn’t intend to fight to the death with Zhai Yonghui right now; he hadn’t even accomplished his purpose for coming to Kunlun, so how could he let himself fall into danger here?

Hearing Ning Fan’s words, Zhai Yonghui’s anger intensified.

This time, he had led people to encircle the Feiyu Sect, thinking it would be an easy capture.

But he hadn’t expected this guy, who he hadn’t taken seriously at first, to not only kill two of his Elders but also cause nearly all of the Sect Disciples and other Elders to die or be injured.

There were also competitive relationships between the Five Great Sects; if he couldn’t capture Ning Fan, the Flying Immortal Sect would surely suffer greatly.

By then, whether they could still stand in Kunlun was in question!

"Ignorant boy, it seems that I gave you too much confidence before, making you think you could confront the Flying Immortal Sect!"

"Today, I shall make you understand! What it is that allows the Five Great Sects to stand in Kunlun!"

Zhai Yonghui once again stimulated the Spiritual Power within his body, but this time, the power of his attack was noticeably several times stronger!

"Spiritual Technique, Eight Directions Annihilation!"

Hearing this sound, Ning Fan’s pupils contracted sharply.

He had heard about Spiritual Techniques from others before, but had never been clear about what they were.

Now, seeing Zhai Yonghui using a Spiritual Technique and the attack becoming so much stronger in an instant, he immediately understood its significance.

"This Spiritual Technique was bestowed by that great personage, allowing my attacks to instantly amplify by thirty percent. With your current level of cultivation, just prepare to meet your end obediently!"

Seeing Ning Fan directly suppressed by his own Spiritual Power, Zhai Yonghui breathed a sigh of relief while also laughing out loud.

At the same time, he waved his hand again, using another Spiritual Technique.

Although using a Spiritual Technique consumed a great deal of Spiritual Power, he had already reached the Pseudo-Dan Realm and could recover by absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Power after a short while.

Ning Fan was struggling to resist this Spiritual Power, but the force it contained was still incessantly battering him.

Just then, from the distance, a streak of light swooshed over.

Ning Fan’s eyes brightened; disregarding the Spiritual Power sweeping in front of him, he reached out to grab the streak of light.

"Perfect timing!"

He grasped the light, and it was the Jadestone Mini-sword he had previously given to Su Qingcheng.

Though the Long Saber was also powerful, it was, after all, a Magic Artifact once used by his father, and Ning Fan always felt a lag when holding it.

The moment the Jadestone Mini-sword was in hand, he felt an immediate connection with it.

"Let this old man see what we’re capable of!"

Ning Fan immediately channeled his Spiritual Power into the Jadestone Mini-sword.

The Jadestone Mini-sword burst forth with dazzling sword light, and from the tip of the sword, a beam of sword energy erupted, clashing with the force of Zhai Yonghui with an unstoppable momentum.

"Boom!"

The Spiritual Power was instantly dispersed by the sword energy, which spread through the air.

"How... how could this be?"

Zhai Yonghui was stunned and somewhat at a loss at the scene before him.

Just now, he had nearly used ninety percent of his strength; any Cultivator in Late Foundation Establishment Stage would have been obliterated.

Yet this youngster, with a single sword strike, had dispersed his power.

"Now it’s my turn to take action!"

Ning Fan gave a low growl and sprang up, transforming into a shadow rushing towards Zhai Yonghui.

Zhai Yonghui’s brows twitched, and he gritted his teeth, "You don’t know the vastness of heaven and earth; do you really think you can defeat me?"

The two collided fiercely, their formidable strength continuously rippling and expanding, with heavy sounds echoing across the square.

In just a few tens of breaths, they had already exchanged hundreds of blows!