No one on the battlefield miles away noticed that an elder from the Immortal Ascension Mansion had his Nascent Soul captured and sealed.
At this moment, Nangong Pu and the others grew more and more alarmed as the battle continued. They had initially thought that even if Zhang Fan’s cultivation reached the peak of Nascent Soul, they could still easily defeat him with their numerical advantage and rich combat experience.
However, after dozens of exchanges, they had not managed to wound Zhang Fan at all. Moreover, his aura remained steady, as if he were not even fighting at full strength.
While fending off Nangong Pu and the other three, Zhang Fan wanted to understand the Daoist arts of their respective factions. At the same time, he did not forget to observe the battlefield where Liu Mu was engaged. Seeing that Liu Mu was taking too long to secure a kill, he could not help but tease, "You can't even defeat cultivators who haven't reached the peak of Nascent Soul. If that old fellow from the Great Luo Realm saw this, he would definitely regret giving you treasures."
Liu Mu was somewhat enraged. He had only recently broken through to the Nine Tribulation Realm. Although his magic power was as profound as that of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator and he possessed immortal treasures, each of these ten Nascent Soul cultivators had been cultivating for thousands of years. While their individual strength might not be overwhelming, their life-saving and entanglement techniques were formidable. Apart from the initial surprise kill, it was now difficult to find any openings.
Hearing Zhang Fan's taunt, he snorted, "Stop the nonsense. If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself?"
"What harm is there in trying?"
"Killing them for me is like chopping vegetables. However, if I make a move, the treasures will belong to me."
"How dare you, brat, be so arrogant!" The group of old fellows who had cultivated for thousands of years felt even more enraged at being looked down upon by Zhang Fan. A rapid barrage of attacks followed, but no matter what, they could not break through Zhang Fan's defenses, let alone touch his clothes.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Liu Mu felt a sense of unease, fearing that he would snatch the spoils of war. Just as this thought crossed his mind, a familiar sensation enveloped him.
Endless Sword Dao rules erupted from Zhang Fan’s body, filling the sky. In an instant, a vast Sword Dao domain took shape.
Nangong Pu, Zhao Nanqiang, Fu Yu, and Teng Tiangu, with great tacit understanding, unleashed their domains simultaneously, attempting to counter Zhang Fan's Sword Dao domain. But how could the rules of Dao they cultivated compare to Zhang Fan's? As soon as they were unleashed, they were mercilessly crushed. The terrifying power of the Sword Dao suppressed every cultivator within the domain.
"What a terrifying Sword Dao domain!" Teng Tiangu and the others had never witnessed a cultivator who had cultivated the rules of Dao to such a degree. The domain's immense pressure greatly restricted their movements, made their perception of the world's rules increasingly vague, and significantly diminished their strength.
"Old fellows, die!" As the few of them were momentarily stunned, Zhang Fan decisively struck. He controlled his body with his sword, unleashed the divine ability of the Kunpeng Wings, and mobilized the power of the lightning rules, charging towards Teng Tiangu with unparalleled speed.
"Not good!" At this moment, Teng Tiangu truly felt the aura of death. He knew that he absolutely could not block this sword, nor could he dodge it. At the critical juncture, he roared to the heavens, revealing his true form as a Teng Snake, intending to withstand the attack with his beast body.
The moment the colossal Teng Snake appeared, Zhang Fan was already before it. His entire being was like a peerless immortal sword. Starting from the Teng Snake's head, he slashed across, splitting it in two. The other three only saw a flash of blood, and the Teng Snake, dozens of feet long, was brutally cleaved in half. Blood poured down like a waterfall, and its massive corpse fell into the sea, turning the surrounding waters for several kilometers crimson.
Zhang Fan, holding his blood-colored iron sword, spotless, grinned at Nangong Pu and the others, making their hearts suddenly tremble.
The mindset of the three had completely changed. From initial disbelief to current apprehension, this was no longer a peak Nascent Soul cultivator; this was a genuine half-step Divine Transformation cultivator!
"Escape!"
The thought simultaneously arose in the minds of the three.
To kill a peak Nascent Soul expert in one move was undoubtedly the strength of a half-step Divine Transformation cultivator, and not a weak one at that. How could they, mere peak Nascent Soul cultivators, possibly resist him?
The three simultaneously transformed into streaks of light and fled in three different directions, utterly disgraced.
The ten Nine Tribulation Realm cultivators engaged in a fierce battle with Liu Mu saw this scene, and their movements clearly faltered.
Teng Tiangu was actually dead? He was a peak Nascent Soul expert, and he couldn't even withstand one sword from Zhang Fan.
Panic set in. If even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't withstand a single sword from Zhang Fan, then facing him, they would truly be like "chopping vegetables" as Zhang Fan had said earlier.
Seeing the three peak Nascent Soul cultivators fleeing in separate directions, they no longer dared to resist and all fled towards the Sword Dao domain.
Liu Mu rejoiced inwardly at this development. With their combined resistance, it would have been difficult for him to break through their defenses for some time.
But now, their courage had been shattered by Zhang Fan, and their will to fight was gone. This gave him the opportunity to defeat them one by one.
"This speed is too slow. With my current strength, none of you should be able to escape."
Zhang Fan flickered, first intercepting Fu Lan, the Great Elder of the Sun Shadow Grotto-Heaven. Fu Yu's face changed drastically, and he stomped on the void, rapidly retreating.
"You're not slow. I'll kill you first."
Before Zhang Fan's words even fell, he had already attacked. He held his sword with one hand, his posture graceful and relaxed. He appeared to be strolling, yet it was as if he were shrinking the distance with each step. In just three steps, he was before Fu Yu.
"Swish!"
The sword light was like water, slicing through the void. Continuous slashes were directed at Fu Yu.
Each sword light was incredibly gentle, like a lover's caress. Fu Yu was involuntarily immersed in it, his eyes momentarily showing a dazed expression.
But in an instant, he snapped awake, his back drenched in cold sweat.
"This brat can actually integrate his soul power into his sword techniques. Truly terrifying." Fu Yu was inwardly terrified, truly sensing the gap between a peak Nascent Soul cultivator and a half-step Divine Transformation expert.
"Get away from me!" Fu Yu wielded his long sword, pouring his magic power incessantly into the artifact. In a blink of an eye, he unleashed several consecutive strikes.
However, the gap in strength was too great. After barely blocking a few moves, he could no longer hold on and was struck by a sword light, a large wound appearing on his chest, blood gushing out.
Before he could react, he was engulfed by the endless sword light.
"Next."
Though it sounds slow, it only took two breaths of time to kill Fu Yu and seal his Nascent Soul.
Nangong Pu and Zhao Nanqiang, who had not yet escaped far, saw this and were terrified to their core, inwardly cursing Fu Yu for being so useless, dying too quickly.
Zhang Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up to the rapidly fleeing Zhao Nanqiang.
"Although you possess half-step Divine Transformation strength, my Black Sand Cave Heaven also has it, and not just one. If you kill me, my Black Sand Cave Heaven will pursue you relentlessly." At the brink of death, Zhao Nanqiang knew he could not contend with Zhang Fan and could only bring out his backing, hoping to deter him.
"Are you old fool scared silly? My Black Sand Cave Heaven and I are already locked in an endless feud. As for the half-step Divine Transformation you mentioned, I'm very eager to meet them." Zhang Fan smiled and unleashed a Sky-Splitting Sword Qi from afar. Zhao Nanqiang turned to block it, intending to use the force to escape.
But unexpectedly, this Sky-Splitting Sword Qi was too powerful. He was directly sent flying, falling into the sea.