"What kind of monster is he? Why is his divine sense power stronger than mine!" the Master of Wenxin Sect wailed inwardly, regretting his use of divine sense attacks on Zhang Fan.
The Master of Wenxin Sect was born with immense divine sense power and was exceptionally talented, having developed numerous secret techniques for divine sense attacks.
In the earliest stages of his cultivation, divine sense attacks were his primary means of offense. As his strength grew, their effectiveness gradually diminished, but he never abandoned this method.
Even now, after condensing a second-grade Golden Core, his divine sense attacks still played a significant auxiliary role in combat.
He had initially believed that Zhang Fan, not yet having condensed a Golden Core, wouldn't possess much divine sense power. With Liyang Zi assisting to disrupt Zhang Fan's mind, and the tragic deaths of his subordinates fueling his killing intent towards Zhang Fan, he had made his move.
Therefore, this time when he attacked Zhang Fan's divine sense, he directly split off a powerful force from his own divine sense space and sent it into Zhang Fan's sea of consciousness, intending to destroy it directly.
However, he never imagined that the divine sense space of this cultivator, who had yet to condense a Golden Core, would be so vast, far beyond his own. The divine sense power gathered like a sea made the Master of Wenxin Sect feel deeply ashamed.
"With such immense spiritual power, if he can condense a first-grade Golden Core and break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he will surely be able to generate psionic energy!"
Although the Master of Wenxin Sect had never witnessed a cultivator who had achieved psionic energy, his innate talent in the way of divine sense had instilled in him a persistent yearning for it. Thus, he had consulted numerous resources on the subject.
To manifest psionic energy, one needed to condense a first-grade Golden Core and possess exceptionally powerful divine sense. Only then would there be a high probability of generating psionic energy during the process of shattering the core and forming the nascent soul.
After annihilating the Master of Wenxin Sect's divine sense attack, Zhang Fan suddenly unleashed a punch!
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out. The massive cauldron, which had been spewing endless flames and pressing down on Zhang Fan, was sent flying by his single punch!
"They failed!"
Daozun, who was engaged in a battle with Xuejing, sighed inwardly upon witnessing this, filled with regret and disappointment.
In fact, the moment Zhang Fan's sword had slain three Golden Core realm cultivators, showcasing his overwhelming strength, Daozun knew their plan was almost impossible to achieve.
However, due to his trust in the Master of Wenxin Sect's divine sense attack, he still clung to a sliver of hope. What if this Grandmaster Zhang's divine sense power was very weak?
But reality made them understand that for a powerhouse like Zhang Fan, even if he had weaknesses, they were beyond their comprehension.
Not only did the Master of Wenxin Sect's divine sense attack inflict no harm on Zhang Fan, but it was also counterattacked, causing significant damage to his own divine sense.
Bai Zhen, who had narrowly escaped due to the sudden attack from the Master of Wenxin Sect and others, flew to the Master of Wenxin Sect's side, his eyes fixed on Zhang Fan with grave seriousness and vigilance.
The four third-grade Golden Core cultivators, who had survived because they concealed their presence, stood behind the Master of Wenxin Sect. Looking at Zhang Fan, who was like a god of slaughter in the distance, they were filled with fear, wishing they could leave this place immediately.
Their original plan was for the four of them to attack Zhang Fan alongside Liyang Zi. However, after witnessing Zhang Fan slay three third-grade Golden Core cultivators with a single sword strike, they felt that they would only be sending themselves to their deaths. Thus, they had not intervened.
The sudden emergence of someone from the void to attack Zhang Fan startled Xuejing and Lin Yun. If something were to happen to Zhang Fan, there would be no one to stop these extraterrestrial cultivators.
Fortunately, Zhang Fan's power far exceeded everyone's imagination. The sudden attack from two second-grade Golden Core powerhouses had not caused Zhang Fan any harm.
"Haha, I thought you guys would keep hiding! It seems you can't hold back any longer!"
Zhang Fan looked at the individuals opposite him, his face displaying unconcealed joy. So many Golden Cores, how many Golden Scale Yuan Breaking Pills could he refine?
Just the thought of it made him somewhat excited.
At this moment, Xuejing also retreated due to the sudden interference in the battle, standing behind Zhang Fan. Looking at the eight Golden Core realm cultivators opposite them, Xuejing's handsome face slightly darkened.
Daozun, Liyang Zi, the Master of Wenxin Sect, Bai Zhen – four second-grade Golden Core powerhouses, plus four third-grade Golden Core cultivators. Even having witnessed Zhang Fan's formidable strength, Xuejing still felt pressure.
After all, no matter what, their side ultimately only had two cultivators at the second-grade Golden Core level.
The Master of Wenxin Sect noticed Zhang Fan's strange gaze, as if he were looking at incredibly delicious food, which made the Master of Wenxin Sect feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Could this Grandmaster Zhang also be a powerhouse of the Undying Blood Clan?" the Master of Wenxin Sect speculated.
"Grandmaster Zhang had already discovered us?"
Liyang Zi couldn't help but ask.
"No, I just felt that the guy who lost an arm and still likes to show off in front of Guan Gong wouldn't be so foolish as to bring such a weak second-grade Golden Core and three people delivering medicine to come looking for trouble," Zhang Fan said with a smile.
Xuejing, listening beside him, also couldn't help but chuckle. However, upon closer reflection, Zhang Fan was indeed speaking the truth.
"My dao title is Daozun!"
The one-armed Daozun snorted, frowning.
If not for Zhang Fan's powerful strength, he would have already charged forward to fight Zhang Fan to the death.
Bai Zhen, on the other hand, felt looked down upon for the first time. However, realizing he couldn't even withstand a single move from Zhang Fan, he gave up on refuting.
Zhang Fan smiled nonchalantly, not bothering with the name of the man wielding the saber. He casually stretched, looked at the eight Golden Core realm cultivators opposite him, and said, "How should we fight now? Why don't I give you an opportunity? All of you, attack me together?"
Daozun, the Master of Wenxin Sect, and the others exchanged glances. Zhang Fan's strength was truly unfathomable to them. With just one or two moves, he had forced Bai Zhen, who had cultivated a mid-grade second-tier Golden Core and reached the late stage, to cry for help. Daozun himself felt inferior to such strength.
Daozun pondered, realizing that continuing the fight offered them no chance of victory, and instead, they might even lose one or two people. After all, Zhang Fan's physical body was too monstrous.
"Has Grandmaster Zhang already seized the opportunity?" Daozun asked.
"No," Zhang Fan replied honestly.
"I don't believe it. Without obtaining the opportunity left by True Immortal Zhiwu, how could Grandmaster Zhang possess such powerful strength at the Condensing Core stage? Unless you swear an oath with the Heavenly Dao as witness, we will never believe you."
Daozun said very seriously.
Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head. This Daozun was truly amusing.
He thought he could find an excuse to escape.
"Since Grandmaster Zhang is unwilling to make a life-bound oath, it proves that Grandmaster Zhang has already obtained the opportunity. Our purpose in coming to Earth was to seek opportunities. Since the opportunity has already been taken by Grandmaster Zhang, and given Grandmaster Zhang's strength, he is undoubtedly worthy of it. We will not disturb you any further."
With that, Daozun prepared to take his leave.
"Since you're already here, you think you can leave without leaving behind a few Golden Cores?"
Zhang Fan moved like lightning, darting out at extreme speed, passing through the Master of Wenxin Sect and the others.
"Sword One!"
A streak of cyan light drew a mystical arc. In the horrified gazes of the Master of Wenxin Sect and the others, four heads flew high, and blood splattered across the sky.
Zhang Fan used the power of his domain to extract the four Golden Cores, holding them in his hand, and stared at the Master of Wenxin Sect with a half-smile.
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ps: Today's second update! Two more chapters remaining! I estimate I can update about one and a half more, depending on fate...