Hmph!
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord let out a cold snort.
His eyes were sharp as lightning.
Rumble.
He extended one hand, and instantly the air in the entire hall froze.
Terrifying Heavenly Origin Force condensed, transforming into a hand several zhang in size, reaching out to grab Ling Fan.
The peak mid-stage Heavenly Origin Realm's formidable power erupted.
It was several times more powerful than the Dark Martial Hall Lord or Ying Beifu.
Ling Fan retreated gracefully.
The colossal Heavenly Origin Force palm pressed down onto the hall's floor.
Instantly, the entire hall shook violently, and the ground caved in, forming a massive pit.
With a thought, the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord transformed the mighty Heavenly Origin Force palm into thousands of Heavenly Origin Force light swords, pursuing Ling Fan relentlessly.
Clang, clang!
Ling Fan activated his protective Qi shield. The Heavenly Origin Force light swords struck it, emitting clear, resonant clashes.
The protective Qi shield rippled but remained unbroken.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord narrowed his eyes.
He clenched his palm fiercely.
Suddenly, a more potent Heavenly Origin Force was drawn from the void and ruthlessly converged on Ling Fan.
Crack!
At this moment.
Ling Fan's surrounding protective Qi shield finally shattered under the immense pressure, unable to bear it any longer.
A cold sneer appeared on the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's face.
He continued to control the Heavenly Origin Force, enveloping Ling Fan, intending to shred him into pieces.
Ling Fan rubbed the thumb ring on his finger.
A flash of emerald-green sword light.
Flowing Blade Clear Wind transformed into a sharp, powerful streak that swiftly cut through the sky, circling in the air, instantly disintegrating the Heavenly Origin Force controlled by the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's eyes trembled violently.
Flowing Blade Clear Wind!
This was their Misty Cloud Mountain's treasured artifact, one of the few Profound Grade spirit swords in Tianchu Province.
Now, it was being used by Ling Fan against them.
Truly infuriating and hateful.
And the spatial thumb ring on Ling Fan's hand...
That was also a treasure he had bestowed upon Xie Canglou.
Seeing the object brought back memories, and the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's killing intent surged forth.
A jade gourd at his waist suddenly glowed.
From it, a peculiar green talisman sword, densely covered in runes, shot out.
As this sword emerged, the temperature of the air dropped several degrees, and a thick demonic aura permeated the surroundings.
The dense talismans on the sword's body seemed to move slowly.
They crookedly formed an evil, demonic dragon.
On the talisman sword, thirty-six golden artifact patterns flashed with dazzling light.
This was several more than Flowing Blade Clear Wind.
Both being low-grade Profound Grade spirit swords, the talisman sword in the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's hand was clearly more terrifying in power.
Low-grade Profound Grade, Talisman Dragon Sword.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord flicked his finger against the sword's body.
Instantly, the talisman sword emitted a sharp hum.
It sounded like a demonic dragon eagerly craving blood.
"This sword is the true treasure of our Misty Cloud Mountain. Even among low-grade Profound Grade spirit artifacts, it is considered a top-tier masterpiece, forged by powerful individuals from generations past. It captured a demonic dragon and refined its soul into the sword, a process that took over ten years of hardship to forge this incredibly powerful killing sword!"
"You should be proud to die by this sword."
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord sneered.
Then, he unleashed a sword strike.
Boom!
A bizarre green sword light instantly tore through the sky, ripping through everything. The terrifying sword energy transformed into a ferocious, claw-wielding demonic dragon, charging towards Ling Fan with unstoppable force.
A cold smile flickered in Ling Fan's eyes.
A mere low-grade Profound Grade spirit sword daring to speak of capturing demonic dragons and refining souls.
Such arrogance.
True demonic dragons were at least at the Giant Spirit Realm or even the Core Formation Realm. How could this small Misty Cloud Mountain possibly capture a demonic dragon to forge a sword?
They couldn't even draft a proper script for their boasting.
He casually raised Flowing Blade Clear Wind in his hand.
A streak of sword energy instantly tore through the air, shattering the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's strike.
Then, Ling Fan's feet moved with extreme speed, almost instantly reaching the profound state of man and sword as one. Swish!
This sword strike had no fancy moves.
It was a very ordinary sword strike.
However, a casual strike from Ling Fan, a former supreme sword dao powerhouse, even an "ordinary strike," was not something ordinary individuals could resist.
In that instant.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's heart pounded.
He retreated again and again.
Yet, he was still locked onto by Ling Fan's sword strike.
This sword strike was too terrifying!
Who exactly was this brat?
He now finally understood how Ying Beifu, a sword dao master whose attack power far surpassed that of grandmasters in the same realm, had died.
Dying at the hands of this person was truly not a loss.
Both using swords.
The difference was too vast.
It was as if one was a peerless swordsman,
And the other was just a child playing with a wooden sword.
The gap was as vast as heaven and earth.
Bang!
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord resisted this sword strike with all his might.
However, the Talisman Dragon Sword in his hand was instantly knocked aside by the terrifying power.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow.
The Heavenly Origin Force within his body was thrown into disarray by this sword strike, causing his meridians to flow in reverse.
A trace of blood quietly trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, at the last moment, the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord managed to narrowly dodge this sword strike.
And after missing its target, the sword strike continued its momentum unabated.
The moment it struck the roof of the hall.
The powerful individuals guarding outside only saw a terrifying sword light, tearing through the golden roof of the hall and soaring into the sky!
Instantly, there was dead silence outside.
Everyone's eyes were wide open.
Stunned!
What a terrifying sword strike.
Even a grandmaster would fall in regret, wouldn't they?
Inside the hall.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord was still filled with lingering fear.
He stared intently at the gray-haired youth opposite him, his heart churning with stormy waves.
"You... Who exactly are you!"
Both Ling Fan's strength and his terrifying sword dao attainments far exceeded the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's estimations.
He had never encountered such a monstrous talent!
Compared to him.
What was Xie Canglou, his most proud disciple, compared to this?
He wasn't even worthy of carrying Ling Fan's shoes.
Ling Fan sneered and remained silent.
Holding Flowing Blade Clear Wind, he strode towards the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's expression turned extremely grim.
Just as Ling Fan entered within ten paces of him.
He suddenly hardened his gaze.
He formed a hand seal and pressed it down onto the ground.
Instantly, with his hand as the center, countless talismans lit up and spread towards the entire hall, extending to the entire Misty Cloud Mountain.
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord let out a long laugh and stood up, looking at Ling Fan and saying, "Do you know why I chose to fight you inside the Golden Summit Hall instead of going outside? Even after you killed all my elders of Misty Cloud Mountain, I still refused to leave this hall. This is the reason!"
"This is the true array eye of the Myriad Infant Transforming Demon Array of the entire Misty Cloud Mountain, and also the most perilous core of the entire formation. The moment you stepped into this hall, you were destined to be buried here!"
"I didn't want to activate this array... but you forced me to!"
The Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's eyes were filled with excited yet venomous light, making him appear incredibly strange, as if he had transformed into someone else.
Ling Fan frowned slightly and looked around him.