The one-armed man did not appear proud or triumphant after repelling Xue Jing with a single strike. Instead, a look of solemnity and surprise flickered across his rugged face.
"Late Golden Core stage?" the one-armed man was inwardly shocked. He had witnessed the battle two years ago between this Undying Blood Race cultivator and that deceased Guangyi 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 elevated his power to the late Golden Core stage. On this planet where spiritual energy was scarce, how was this possible?
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. Had his strength also seen a massive improvement in these two years?
A hint of unease began to creep into the one-armed burly man's heart. However, before he could ponder further, the Undying Blood Race powerhouse let out another roar and charged at him.
Zhang Fan had promised Xue Jing that as long as it performed brilliantly enough to be worthy of Zhang Fan's cultivation, he would cultivate a companion flower for the Zhiwu Yuan Fruit for Xue Jing once he obtained it.
To obtain that companion flower of the Zhiwu Yuan Fruit and condense a first-grade Golden Core, Xue Jing was truly fighting with all its might.
Although its realm was a notch below the one-armed man's, as a pure-blooded Undying Blood Race member, it possessed powerful innate advantages.
That is, possessing extremely tenacious vitality, and its background was not something this one-armed man could compare with. The cultivation techniques and divine abilities it had learned were far superior to the one-armed man's.
Therefore, even though it was at a disadvantage from the start of the exchange, Xue Jing was still full of confidence and charged forward without fear.
Zhang Fan stood in the void, observing the battlefield, not rushing to intervene.
Xue Jing was facing the one-armed man, and although at a disadvantage, it could still hold its own. In another part of the battlefield, the fight between Feng Hou and Lin Yun was ongoing.
Lin Yun cultivated the Way of Shadows. His movements were erratic, and with a few flickers, he appeared before Feng Hou.
"Roaming Soul Infinite Claw!"
Lin Yun's spiritual treasure was a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings. His fingers formed claws, like the inescapable rope of Yama, aiming straight for Feng Hou's throat!
Feng Hou cultivated the Way of Wind, and among the true intents he had comprehended, one was the Profound Wind True Intent.
The moment Lin Yun approached, Feng Hou's figure gradually blurred. Lin Yun's claw tore downwards, but it met empty air. The figure gradually dissipated, revealing only an illusion.
Feng Hou's figure appeared behind Lin Yun. He held a long spear with a red tassel and, with a single push, the spear shot out like a dragon, pointing at Lin Yun's head.
Lin Yun seemed to have anticipated this. He slightly shifted his body, evading Feng Hou's strike, and his claw followed along the spear, reaching for Feng Hou once more.
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"Form the array!"
The three princes of the Blood Race had all reached the peak of the Condensing Core stage. The combined strength of the three, led by Prince Hill, who had comprehended a true intent, was enough to rival Wuchen Jianxian, who had already etched two Golden Core Dao patterns.
Wuchen Jianxian had recently comprehended the Heavy Sword True Intent, and his heart was filled with the fervor of battle. He fought alone against five Condensing Core stage powerhouses, freely displaying his swordsmanship, feeling immensely exhilarated.
Lin Haotian, wielding a pair of Meteorite Hammers, charged into the group of Condensing Core stage cultivators and began a barrage of attacks. With his Saint Body having achieved minor completion, he was even more formidable than Wuchen Jianxian. His defense was incredibly strong, making it extremely difficult for those Condensing Core stage cultivators to injure him.
However, any blow from his hammer would result in a gush of blood and instant severe injury.
The thirteen Condensing Core stage cultivators brought by the one-armed man were all powerful individuals within the Condensing Core stage. Almost every one of them had reached the peak of the Condensing Core stage, and three of them had even comprehended true intents. They each led several peak Condensing Core stage powerhouses, confronting Lin Haotian and the others respectively.
"He's mine, you go assist Haotian and the others in quickly finishing off that batch of Condensing Core stage cultivators," Zhang Fan flashed beside Lin Yun and said to him.
"En."
Lin Yun nodded. Although his strength subtly surpassed Feng Hou's, defeating him was extremely difficult, let alone killing him. Continuing the fight would only be a waste of time.
"You will all die today, but you, I will make you die a painful death!" Zhang Fan looked at the man in the blue brocade robe opposite him and said.
"Heh heh, it's just that I disturbed your good deed, don't be so petty," Feng Hou said with a sly grin, adding, "Moreover, with your strength, you're not qualified to say such things!"
Zhang Fan's strength was indeed formidable, capable of matching a second-grade late Golden Core stage expert. Although he had cultivated to the peak of the Golden Core stage, he was merely a third-grade Golden Core, and at most, he could only contend with a mid-stage second-grade Golden Core expert.
However, the Dao he cultivated granted him powerful means of survival, so even facing Zhang Fan, he remained full of confidence.
"Is that so?"
Zhang Fan grinned, his figure flashing rapidly, leaving an afterimage in the air, his speed reaching the extreme.
The originally relaxed Feng Hou's expression changed slightly the moment Zhang Fan's figure flashed.
Zhang Fan's speed far exceeded his expectations.
"Gale Wall!"
Feng Hou instantly conjured a wall of wind in front of him, attempting to use it to resist.
"Break!"
Zhang Fan unleashed his Myriad Dao Fist, smashing out fiercely. The solid and dense wind wall, under Zhang Fan's fist, was like a thin piece of paper, instantly pierced through.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Fan's fist landed on Feng Hou's body. A powerful fist force erupted, directly causing his body to explode.
"Illusion?"
Zhang Fan glanced sideways and saw that Feng Hou had somehow appeared far away.
Although he had dodged Zhang Fan's punch, causing it to miss, Feng Hou showed no signs of triumph. His gaunt face was filled with solemnity.
This was because Zhang Fan's speed and strength were both too immense. If that punch had landed on him earlier, he might not have even had a chance to be severely injured, but would have been directly blown up by a single punch!
Feng Hou glanced at the battle between his captain and the Undying Blood Race member. Although the captain held the advantage, it seemed difficult to achieve victory in a short time.
"I can only try to stall for time," Feng Hou knew very well that if he didn't tie down this youth, 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 the starship was in the captain's hands, and they needed the starship to leave.
"Come on, let me see what other skills you have!"
Feng Hou's eyes held a trace of resolve. He formed seals with his hands and, relying on the Profound Wind True Intent, conjured numerous phantom wind clones.
A total of eighteen Feng Houts stood in the void, staring at Zhang Fan, and spoke in unison, "Your physique is merely powerful. You haven't even condensed a Golden Core yet. Let's see how you break my phantom wind clones!"
"Comparing clones?"
Zhang Fan laughed. He stomped his foot 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 perfect stage, it could split into over a thousand clones. Although each clone possessed less than a tenth of the main body's strength, this technique was an excellent means of escape.
Zhang Fan had not yet condensed a Golden Core, and limited by his strength, it was 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 stunned. Trapped within, he panicked.
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