"The opportunity is right before us. Judging by your expressions, are you prepared to go all out?"
Zhang Fan, accompanied by Xue Jing and Lin Yun, arrived before Dao Zun and the others. Seeing that they were not afraid, but rather wore expressions of fierceness, he couldn't help but tease.
"So what if we are? We have crossed countless galaxies to reach this barren star system on the edge of the Wu Shan star region, searching for this place of opportunity for centuries. Do you think just a few words from Saint Master Zhang can scare us away?" the sect master of Wen Xin Sect snorted, his voice low.
"You've misunderstood," Zhang Fan waved his hand and quickly said, "I wasn't trying to scare you away. I just wanted to see how many of you can leave Earth alive today!"
By the end of his words, a chilling killing intent had crept into Zhang Fan's voice.
"Attack!"
Dao Zun knew that a peaceful discussion was impossible today. If they wanted to stay on Earth, they had to prove themselves with strength. They didn't expect to defeat Zhang Fan, but as long as the four of them could survive under Zhang Fan's onslaught, they would have the right to establish themselves on Earth.
The combined aura of a peak Second-Grade Golden Core realm expert and three late-stage Second-Grade Golden Core realm experts was terrifying when they attacked.
The Central Siberian Plateau was perpetually covered in snow, and even at this moment, large snowflakes were falling, accompanied by howling winds. Survival here was extremely difficult for ordinary people, but for this group of Golden Core cultivators, it was no different from being in the tropics.
Zhang Fan, clad in white and wielding an ancient bronze sword, felt a surge of intense battle spirit as he faced the charging figures.
He had felt somewhat restrained fighting on the island in the lake, but on this vast, snow-covered plateau, Zhang Fan felt completely uninhibited, a sense of indescribable comfort and exhilaration washing over him.
Dao Zun, brandishing his gleaming saber, charged directly at Zhang Fan. Bai Zhen and Li Yangzi, one wielding a long sword and the other holding the Li Yang Spirit Fire Furnace, flanked Zhang Fan from the sides.
The three formed a pincer formation, attacking simultaneously and unleashing powerful assaults, encircling Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan's figure split into three, and he unleashed a sword strike from each. Three powerful sword energies, emanating from Zhang Fan, carved fifty-foot-long trails across the snowy plain...
The sect master of Wen Xin Sect remained still. He glanced at the figures locked in combat and then took out several array discs etched with peculiar runes. With a casual toss, these peculiar array discs transformed into streams of light, scattering across the plateau and embedding themselves in the snow.
"Heh heh, I didn't expect you old man could set up arrays. But setting them up right in front of me? You really don't take me seriously, do you?"
Xue Jing transformed into a streak of blood-red light, a stark contrast against the snow. A sinister grin twisted his jade-white face, and under the backdrop of the white snow, it sent a chill down the spine of the sect master of Wen Xin Sect!
He had witnessed Xue Jing's strength before. Even Dao Zun, renowned for his offensive prowess in the Dao of the Saber, had a difficult time dealing with Xue Jing.
Dao Zun had not intervened in their previous fight, causing the sect master of Wen Xin Sect to almost overlook him. It was only when Dao Zun appeared before him now that he remembered Zhang Fan had such a powerful subordinate.
"Blood Axe Grinding Mill!"
Xue Jing hurled his massive blood-colored axe. The axe spun, transforming into a sky-obscuring grinding mill, carrying a potent crushing force as it flew towards the sect master of Wen Xin Sect.
In the face of these contenders for an opportunity, Xue Jing harbored boundless killing intent. Anyone who dared to obstruct his master from obtaining the opportunity would perish!
Therefore, Xue Jing did not hesitate or probe. He unleashed a formidable killing move, aiming to end the battle quickly.
The sect master of Wen Xin Sect practiced a variety of techniques. He excelled in spiritual sense attacks and had achieved some proficiency in array formations. Coupled with his primary cultivation of the 'Formless Dao,' he was a formidable opponent among those of the same level.
However, precisely because of this, he had a fatal weakness: his offensive and defensive techniques were rather ordinary and not top-tier.
Such cultivators, who practiced a wide array of techniques like the sect master of Wen Xin Sect, had an advantage against opponents of the same level or weaker. But when facing cultivators stronger than him, all his methods seemed somewhat powerless.
"Formless Divine Demon!"
Ghostly flames flickered in the eyes of the sect master of Wen Xin Sect as he unleashed his potent spiritual sense power, sweeping it towards Xue Jing.
Simultaneously, the sect master of Wen Xin Sect employed the 'Formless Dao,' and a phantom 'Formless Divine Demon' slowly rose behind him, exuding an invisible, formless power, attempting to influence Xue Jing's soul and shake his resolve!
"Hahahaha, pathetic!"
Xue Jing's spiritual sense power was no weaker than the sect master of Wen Xin Sect's. Although he was not skilled in spiritual sense attacks, defending against them was effortless for him.
As for the sect master of Wen Xin Sect's Formless Dao, it was like a mirage to Xue Jing. His blood-red eyes, like the eyes of hell, could see through all illusions!
Seeing that Xue Jing was completely unaffected, and that the grinding mill formed by the blood axe was rapidly approaching him, the sect master of Wen Xin Sect's expression changed slightly.
"Open!"
The sect master of Wen Xin Sect produced a golden lotus, adorned with nine petals. The petals slowly unfurled, enveloping him.
"Boom!"
The blood axe grinding mill struck the nine-petaled lotus. The lotus rotated, deflecting a significant portion of the impact force. However, it was still blasted away, and the sect master of Wen Xin Sect, within the lotus, turned pale and suffered considerable impact.
"Since it can withstand one of my blows, it seems this nine-petaled lotus is also a treasure!"
Xue Jing, rather than being surprised, was delighted. He held his blood-colored battle axe and charged towards the sect master of Wen Xin Sect once more. At the same time, he unleashed his 'Boundless Blood Sea' domain, enveloping the sect master of Wen Xin Sect and greatly restricting his speed.
With the restraint of the domain, the sect master of Wen Xin Sect's speed was severely suppressed. Even when he employed his 'Formless Domain' to resist, it had little effect.
While pressing his attack against the sect master of Wen Xin Sect, Xue Jing also subtly shifted a portion of his attention to observe the other battlefield.
...
Facing the encirclement and assault of three Second-Grade Golden Core realm cultivators, Zhang Fan could completely hold his own with just the power of his swordplay. However, he found it somewhat difficult to kill any one of them.
"It seems it will be difficult to resolve them all without paying some price!"
After dozens of exchanges, once Zhang Fan had become sufficiently familiar with their moves, he vaguely understood.
If it were a one-on-one fight, Zhang Fan would be confident in killing a cultivator like Bai Zhen, who had only condensed a Second-Grade Mid-grade Golden Core and was in the late Golden Core stage, within ten moves.
But with Dao Zun assisting, every time Zhang Fan clashed with Bai Zhen, he would be separated, preventing his attacks from continuously landing on Bai Zhen.
As soon as he cleaved Bai Zhen away with a sword strike, and Zhang Fan intended to pursue, Li Yangzi's attack descended.
"Suppress!"
Li Yangzi tossed the Li Yang Spirit Fire Furnace he held. The furnace spun rapidly in the air, growing larger, and descended towards Zhang Fan.
At the same time, Dao Zun seized the opportunity, unleashing a powerful and peerless saber technique, sending an immensely sharp saber energy towards Zhang Fan.
With Zhang Fan's current divine body's strength, even enduring Dao Zun's saber strike directly would only result in minor injuries. However, Zhang Fan felt it was unnecessary and abandoned pursuing Bai Zhen.
"Forget it. I had intended to save this move for later, but this furnace is truly suitable for alchemy. I shall take it."
Zhang Fan suddenly sheathed his long sword and chuckled, looking at the giant furnace spinning above his head.