Since they had thought to overwhelm Feng Fan with numbers, how could he not have predicted it?
With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of spiritual qi swords materialized around him. The cultivators unleashed their techniques in unison, flooding the battlefield with dazzling attacks, all aimed at Feng Fan.
But his swords moved relentlessly, blocking and deflecting each strike with ease.
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Realizing their attacks from a distance were ineffective, the cultivators rushed toward him, hoping to break through his defenses and kill him. Some, thinking themselves clever, held back, believing they would have a better chance of survival at the rear.
Too bad for them, it made no difference. Those at the front were sliced apart by qi swords, while those in the back were reduced to cinders by bolts of lightning.
Within moments, they all lay dead. A grin spread across Feng Fan’s face.
"I sincerely thank my generous friends for their contributions to my future cultivation," he said, his voice filled with mock gratitude.
Feng Fan moved in a flash, gathering all the space rings from those who fell. There were many treasures to take, but he only had two hands.
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While Feng Fan dealt with those near the White Crow Sect’s teleportation formation, the ones who had stayed behind weren’t faring well.
From the enemy’s ranks, two Return To Void cultivators stepped forward—Mao Hu and Deng Yi, the former sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Against powerhouses like them, the White Crow Sect’s tier 6 barrier stood no chance.
If Feng Fan had been there to see Mao Hu, he would’ve grinned from ear to ear—this was the man he most wanted to kill.
With the strongest White Crow Sect member barely reaching the Dao Seeking realm, resistance was futile. The disciples and elders, following orders, retreated toward the Main Peak.
Mao Hu watched them with contempt.
"Where do you rats think you’re running?"
He floated above them, completely at ease, as if everything was under his control. Raising a hand, he signaled for his forces to halt.
Everyone obeyed. Below, the remaining members of the White Crow Sect braced themselves for a final stand.
"Where is Feng Fan?" Mao Hu sneered. "Hand him over!"
He didn’t just want Feng Fan dead—he wanted to make him suffer. That brat had ruined his plans with the Bloodsucker Demon Sect.
Elder Jiang met his gaze without flinching. "If you want someone from my White Crow Sect, you’ll have to kill every last one of us."
Elder Jiang tried to put on a strong front, but beneath his brave expression, sweat poured down his forehead.
’Feng Fan, whatever you planned… it better work!’
Mao Hu’s cold expression twisted into a grin.
"So be it. Kill them all!"
At his command, his forces charged once more. Mao Hu himself moved to strike, preparing to obliterate the White Crow Sect with a single punch.
Yet, just as they attacked, a wave of overwhelming pressure descended upon them.
Above the Main Peak, space distorted and cracked open. A rift formed, and from it, twenty Return To Void cultivators emerged.
But these weren’t mere first-stage experts like Mao Hu and Deng Yi. The weakest among them had already reached the sixth stage of the Return To Void realm!
Mao Hu’s pupils shrank at the sight above him. The newcomers wore the robes of the Dao Seeking School!
’This is a trap!’ Realization struck him like lightning, and without hesitation, he turned to flee.
With a powerful punch, Mao Hu tore through the void, creating a rift and vanishing inside, abandoning everyone who had followed him. He wasn’t the only one, though, many others scrambled to escape, scattering in every direction.
None dared to fight back. The moment the Dao Seeking School elders appeared, they knew resistance was futile.
The elder leading the Dao Seeking School forces sneered as he watched them flee. "Those who surrender may live. Those who run… die!"
With that, he broke through the void in pursuit of Mao Hu, while the others spread out, chasing down the fleeing cultivators. They showed no mercy, striking with full force.
Strong cultivators from the QIan Empire fell like chickens and pigs in a slaughterhouse.
In the blink of an eye, the tide had completely turned!
Many of the White Crow Sect disciples erupted in cheers, while others let out sighs of relief as the crushing tension finally lifted.
"Where is Fan Fan?" Xue Qiang scanned the battlefield, her eyes filled with worry. No matter where she looked, she couldn’t find him.
A deep unease settled in her heart. What if he had fallen in battle?
Su Xiaoli, standing beside her, shared the same fear. "I… I haven’t seen him! We have to find Fen’er, now!"
Though most of the White Crow Sect had successfully retreated and survived the onslaught, casualties were inevitable. The thought that Feng Fan might be among the dead sent a chill down their spines.
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Just as they were about to search for him, a familiar voice called out from behind.
"Hey, don’t worry. I’m fine!"
They turned to see Feng Fan smiling at them with confidence.
"Fanfan, I’m so glad you’re okay!" Xue Qiang embraced him. "Where were you? You made me worry..."
Feng Fan scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I was busy showing our hospitality to some guests and couldn’t make it in time to watch the whole show."
Su Xiaoli rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what kind of hospitality Feng Fan enjoyed providing.
"You knew about this invasion beforehand, didn’t you?" she asked.
Feng Fan nodded. Since she asked, he figured Su Xiaoli already knew the answer.
Her eyes narrowed. "Then why didn’t you tell us?"
Feng Fan sighed. "I was in a hurry, and I was also worried my plans with the Dao Seeking School might leak, so I didn’t tell anyone from the White Crow Sect."
A cold smile formed on Su Xiaoli’s face as she glanced at Xue Qiang. "It seems he doesn’t trust us or our competence. Shouldn’t such a person be punished, Lady Qiang?"