The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1132: Truly Worthy of Being the Son of Elder Long

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Truly Worthy of Being the Son of Elder Long

Hoo hoo hoo!

Just then, the dust and smoke in the sky dissipated.

Ning Fan stood on the spot unharmed, without even a scratch on his body.

In his mind, the spiritual power of those hundreds of disciples, along with Miao Si and the others, had all been suppressed by him.

If it had been any other cultivator who was suddenly assaulted like this, even if their spiritual power didn’t collapse, they would be immersed in the world constructed by the other party’s spiritual power and completely lose themselves.

Once lost, it would be no different from the vegetative state spoken of in the Secular World.

But Ning Fan’s spiritual power was already strong; moreover, after having absorbed a lot of Resentful Spirit Elixirs in the lower world, his spiritual power had long exceeded his own realm.

Previously, he was taken aback by the sudden impact and caught off guard.

But as soon as he reacted, even before Miao Si’s spiritual power could touch him, he had already completely dissolved and absorbed those spiritual powers.

"How can this be?"

Miao Si was shocked. This was the last trump card of their Four Sects.

If used properly, even those in the Pseudo-Dan Realm could be injured by this move.

But how did this lad seem completely unaffected?

"Damn it, I want to see if you’re really someone who defies the heavens and can’t be hurt by any attack!"

Miao Si summoned the other three Sect Masters and together they launched the powerful Spiritual Technique they had previously used, coordinating with their spiritual power to attack Ning Fan once again.

"Steady Mind Formation!"

With a roar, Miao Si’s spiritual power surged, merging with his Spiritual Power to form a massive scythe, and he viciously slashed down at Ning Fan.

"This scythe holds the spiritual power of hundreds of us and our collective spiritual power. No matter what tricks you have, you can’t possibly be our match!"

Miao Si bellowed in rage, with the other three Sect Masters and several hundred elite disciples of various sects behind him.

Among the medium-sized sects, the Four Sects were all known for their superior strength.

Even the Sect Masters of the Five Great Sects, faced with such a group assault, would be thrown into disarray.

Buzz—

At the same time, Ning Fan had also completely absorbed all the spiritual power.

Seeing the massive scythe rushing towards him, Ning Fan shook his head, the Spiritual Energy Vortex in his Dantian spun furiously, and a torrent of Spiritual Power surged out.

Swish swish swish...

Dense and numerous Spiritual Sword Rays solidified on his body surface, then merged into a giant longsword, facing the oncoming scythe.

Boom boom boom!

The collision of the two Spiritual Power weapons set off violent airwaves, and the powerful forces spread in all directions.

"Idiot! You think you can take us down with that?"

Miao Si’s face twisted ferociously, the scythe imbued with the collective spiritual power of hundreds was far superior to ordinary spiritual power weapons.

"Really? You think your spiritual power is strong?"

Ning Fan sneered, the spiritual power from his Spiritual Platform howled out like an overwhelming tsunami, instantly swirling around the Spiritual Power longsword.

"You want to contest in spiritual power? Fool, there are over a hundred of us! How strong could your spiritual power be by yourself?"

"A hundred buffoons together are still just buffoons."

Ning Fan spoke indifferently, raising his right palm and unleashing an even more turbulent wave of spiritual power.

Boom boom boom!

The normally invisible and insubstantial spiritual power, now whipped up a howling gale in the air, showing how wildly powerful it was.

As Ning Fan’s spiritual power emerged, even the Spiritual Power scythe began to crack, and the spiritual power entwined around the scythe dissipated.

That spilling spiritual power was crushed by Ning Fan’s spiritual power and then absorbed into his body.

"What’s going on?"

"No, no! This can’t be possible!"

Miao Si was pale with shock. He could only feel his spiritual power continuously disintegrating, and he was weakening by the moment.

"Get away! Get away!"

Miao Si frantically urged the scythe, trying to separate it from the Spiritual Power longsword.

It was the link between them; as long as the scythe was broken, the process could be stopped.

But he soon found that he couldn’t control his spiritual power at all.

Ning Fan’s spiritual power was too overwhelming and was completely suppressing him. His own spiritual power could only be manipulated at his adversary’s whim!

"Damn it, damn it all! Let me go!"

"Wait, we can talk again. We can give you this Secret Realm!"

"Please... please, let me go..."

As Ning Fan continued to crush his spiritual power, Miao Si grew increasingly terrified, his body shaking uncontrollably.

If his spiritual power was utterly absorbed, it meant not just himself, but also the hundreds of disciples behind him and the Sect Masters of the other three sects would become brain-dead idiots.

Unaware of life, unaware of death, devoid of any consciousness.

Even more terrifying was the fact that their cultivator lifespans spanned hundreds of years. The thought of living like that for so long was enough to make one nearly collapse!

Ning Fan, however, paid them no attention and continued to control his spiritual power, grinding the Spiritual Power scythe into powder.

Just as Ning Fan was about to completely destroy Miao Si’s spiritual power, he suddenly stopped his onslaught and dissipated all his spiritual power.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Everyone immediately went limp, collapsing one after another onto the ground.

Those who were slightly stronger convulsed all over.

Those who were weaker fainted on the spot.

This was the consequence of suffering a major blow to one’s spiritual power.

Miao Si and the other three Sect Masters lay on the ground, feeling as if their minds were fuzzy and everything was spinning, as if they were about to faint at any moment.

The Man in the Black Mist opened his mouth and after a long while murmured, "Truly worthy of being the son of the Dragon Elder... such extraordinary strength."

Yet Ning Fan wasn’t in a hurry to deal with them but turned to look deeper into the Secret Realm, his brows slightly furrowing.

"Strange, there seems to be something else deep in there..."