The one-armed man did not show any pride or smugness after repelling Xue Jing with a single blow. Instead, a solemn and surprised expression appeared on his rough face.
"Late Golden Core stage?" the one-armed man was deeply shocked. He had witnessed the battle two years ago between this Undying Blood Race cultivator and the deceased Light Winged race powerhouse. At that time, the Undead Blood Race cultivator's strength was merely at the early Golden Core stage.
In just these two short years, he had actually advanced his strength to the late Golden Core stage. On this planet with thin spiritual energy, how could he possibly achieve this?
Thinking of this, the one-armed man couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Zhang Fan. Two years ago, that black-haired, black-eyed young man, with a high-grade spiritual treasure, possessed the strength of a second-grade late Golden Core stage. Could his strength have also seen immense improvement in these two years?
A trace of unease gradually grew in the heart of the one-armed burly man. However, before he could ponder further, the Undying Blood Race powerhouse let out another roar and charged at him again.
Zhang Fan had promised Xue Jing that as long as it performed brilliantly enough to warrant Zhang Fan's cultivation, then after he obtained the Zhiwu Yuan Guo, he would cultivate a companion flower of the Zhiwu Yuan Guo for Xue Jing.
In order to obtain that companion flower of the Zhiwu Yuan Guo and condense a first-grade Golden Core, Xue Jing was truly giving its all.
Although its realm was a notch weaker than the one-armed man, as a pure-blooded Undying Blood Race, it possessed a powerful innate advantage.
That was an extremely tenacious vitality, and its origins were not comparable to this one-armed man. The techniques and divine abilities it had learned were far superior to those of the one-armed man.
Therefore, even though it was at a disadvantage from the very start of the engagement, Xue Jing was still full of confidence and charged forward without any fear.
Zhang Fan stood in the void, observing the battlefield, not in a hurry to make a move.
Xue Jing was facing the one-armed man and was at a disadvantage, but it could still hold its own. In another battlefield, it was the battle between Feng Hou and Lin Yun.
Lin Yun practiced the Way of Shadows. His figure was elusive, and with a few flashes, he appeared before Feng Hou.
"Wandering Soul Infinite Claw!"
Lin Yun's spiritual treasure was a glove as thin as a cicada's wing. His fingers formed claws, like the reins of death, pointing directly at Feng Hou's throat!
Feng Hou practiced the Way of Wind, and among the true intents he had comprehended, one was the Illusory Wind True Intent.
The moment Lin Yun approached Feng Hou, his figure gradually blurred. Lin Yun tore down with a claw, only to grasp empty air. His figure gradually dissipated, merely an illusion.
Feng Hou's figure appeared behind Lin Yun. He held a long spear with a red tassel, and with a single push of his hand, the spear shot out like a dragon, pointing at Lin Yun's head.
Lin Yun seemed to have predicted this. He slightly turned his body, dodging Feng Hou's attack, and his claw followed the spear, reaching out towards Feng Hou again.
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"Form up!"
The three princes of the Blood Race, their strength all reaching the peak of the Condensing Core stage, combined their power. Led by Prince Xi'er, who had already comprehended a true intent, their strength was enough to rival that of the Unsoiled Sword Immortal who had already etched two Golden Core Dao patterns.
The Unsoiled Sword Immortal had recently comprehended the Heavy Sword True Intent, and his heart was filled with fighting spirit. He single-handedly fought five Condensing Core stage powerhouses, fully displaying his swordsmanship, feeling extremely exhilarated.
Lin Haotian held a pair of Flowing Fire Meteor Hammers and charged into the group of Condensing Core stage cultivators, raining blows upon them. His Saint Body had reached minor accomplishment, making him even more terrifying than the Unsoiled Sword Immortal. His defense was extremely strong, and it was difficult for those Condensing Core stage cultivators to injure him.
But if they were hit by a hammer, they would all spit blood and be instantly heavily injured.
The thirteen Condensing Core stage cultivators brought by the one-armed man were all strong among the Condensing Core stage, almost all of them reaching the peak of the Condensing Core stage. Even three of them had already comprehended true intents. They each led several peak Condensing Core stage powerhouses and contended against Lin Haotian and the others respectively.
"I'll handle him. You go assist Haotian and the others in quickly dealing with that batch of Condensing Core stage cultivators," Zhang Fan said as he flashed to Lin Yun's side.
"Mm."
Lin Yun nodded. Although his strength was subtly superior to Feng Hou's, it was still extremely difficult to defeat him, let alone kill him. Continuing to fight would only be a waste of time.
"You will all die today, but you, I will make you die a very painful death!" Zhang Fan said as he looked at the man in the cyan brocade robe opposite him.
"Heh heh, I just disrupted your good deeds, no need to be so petty," Feng Hou said with a lewd smile, then added, "Moreover, with your strength, you're not qualified to say that!"
Zhang Fan's strength was indeed formidable, comparable to a second-grade late Golden Core stage powerhouse. Although he had cultivated to the peak Golden Core stage, he was ultimately a third-grade Golden Core, and at most, he could only contend with a second-grade mid-Golden Core stage expert.
However, the Dao he practiced gave him powerful life-saving means, so even when facing Zhang Fan, he was still full of confidence.
"Is that so?"
Zhang Fan grinned, his figure flashing rapidly, leaving an afterimage in the air, his speed reaching its extreme.
Feng Hou, who had appeared very relaxed moments ago, his expression changed slightly the instant Zhang Fan's figure flickered.
Zhang Fan's speed far exceeded his expectations.
"Gale Wall!"
Feng Hou instantly condensed a wall of wind in front of him, attempting to block it.
"Break!"
Zhang Fan unleashed his Ten Thousand Dao Fist, smashing out fiercely. That solid and heavy wind wall, under Zhang Fan's fist, was like a thin piece of paper, instantly pierced through.
Without the slightest pause, Zhang Fan's fist landed on Feng Hou's body. Powerful fist force surged out, directly causing his body to explode.
"Illusion?"
Zhang Fan squinted. He saw that Feng Hou had already appeared far away at some unknown time.
Although he had dodged Zhang Fan's punch and missed, Feng Hou showed no signs of triumph. His thin face was filled with solemnity.
This was because Zhang Fan's speed and strength were both too great. If that punch had landed on him just now, he would likely not even have had the chance to be heavily injured; he would have been blown up with a single punch!
Feng Hou glanced at the battle between his captain and the Undying Blood Race. Although the captain held the upper hand, it would likely be difficult to achieve victory in a short period.
"I can only try to delay him as much as possible." Feng Hou clearly understood that if he didn't tie down this youth, then once he was free, their captain would be in danger.
If the captain couldn't escape, they would all die here. After all, the control of that starship was in the captain's hands, and they needed the starship to leave.
"Come on, let me see what other skills you possess!"
Feng Hou's eyes held a hint of determination. He formed hand seals and, relying on the Illusory Wind True Intent, condensed numerous illusory wind clones.
A total of eighteen Feng Houts stood in the void, staring at Zhang Fan, and said in unison, "Your physical body is just strong, you haven't even condensed a Golden Core yet, how do you plan to break my Illusory Wind Clones!"
"Comparing clones?"
Zhang Fan smiled. He stomped his foot forcefully in the void, and instantly, over a hundred clones separated from Zhang Fan's body, scattering throughout the void and surrounding Feng Hou's eighteen clones.
'Thousand Shadow Body!'
When cultivated to the perfection realm, it could split into over a thousand clones. Although each clone was less than one-tenth of the main body's strength, this move was an excellent method for escaping.
Although Zhang Fan had not yet condensed a Golden Core, and his strength was limited, making it difficult to fully unleash the power of this movement technique.
However, splitting into over a hundred clones was not a difficult task for him.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing that Zhang Fan could actually split into over a hundred clones, Feng Hou was dumbfounded. Surrounded, he panicked.
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